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The shrill screams of a dying rabbit rip John Silver from sleep. He leaps out of bed like a shot from a pistol, heart clawing up his throat. For a few terrible seconds, before the cries are cut short and silence descends, Silver is eight years old again, hiding under his mattress, listening to—

“What is it?” A groggy voice asks, pulling him back.

“Nothing,” he lies. Flint can hear the terror in his tone, but doesn’t push. It’s a story John never tells, even after all these years.

“Come here,” Flint implores, raising the sheet in invitation.

Silver does.

-Past, Honesty, Travel

“What do you want to know?” Silver sat heavily in the chair offered to him. Even for a retired pirate, he looked exhausted.

“Everything... Anything.” Flint said back, taking a sip from his tea. For the past five years, he’d been thinking about the man in front of him.

“How honest do you want me to be?”

“I think we are way past honesty, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Well... we have to travel back in time for about twenty years to when my life changed for the worse.”

Flint nodded, took a deep breath and braced himself. Silver started speaking.

Yesterday evening I came back from a short vacation trip with my mum and look what I have found in the mailbox! :D It’s even cooler in rl than the teasing pictures were suggesting!

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