@dogponko

He’d had to get off the ship. Everything reminded him of Stede. No matter that he’d gotten rid of most everything in eyesight and abandoned most of Stede’s crew. He was still everywhere. In the deep hole on the cherrywood mast, the spot where they'd shared their first taste of marmelade together... Where they'd pretended they were a lighthouse...

The bastard was haunting him. He'd found the darkest, dingiest bar on the island and was proceeding to drink himself into oblivion, although he was sure the ghost of Stede would follow him even there.