3x02 Flint convinces his crew to sail into a storm rather than face deadly battle or accept pardons, and this storm will kill them, and John Silver (the man who no one knows) looks up at Billy Bones and tells him he's afraid. Not of the storm but of the fact that he let Flint into his head when no one is suppose to be there. "He had me there too, and that is not suppose to happen."
John Silver shared a truth that exposed him raw and admitted to everything he'd kept close to his chest, to his methods and motives and fears and weaknesses. Just because he could, and the words were there, and the wind was loud.
Just. Fucking insane over this union that Billy and Silver fall into from time to time, where they converse low and quiet with each other and drop their charades as Silver Tongue and People's Man and allow their iron spines to falter for seconds at a time. And they don't trust one another. But they do allow themselves to move the curtains from their faces so only the other can see what's underneath and they understand what it means, and the worst, best part of it all is that they have no reason to do this with one another, not at all.
