That quote is from Black Sails. Declared by Captain Flint (played by Toby Stephens) at the end of Episode 1, the power behind its delivery gives me goosebumps every time. Although the series was written to be a prequel to Treasure Island, it includes real-life historical figures such as: Charles Vane, John “Calico Jack” Rackham, Anne Bonny, Woodes Rogers, Isreal Hands, Edward Low, Benjamin Hornigold, and Edward Teach (“Blackbeard”).
I’m also re-watching another series about the construction of the first transcontinental railroad: Hell on Wheels. Both series are excellently written, acted, and contain Anti-Heroes. (In fact, there’s more than one in Black Sails, but my heart belongs to Captain Vane.)
However, there’s one glaring different between the two: Celluloid Glamour. The sets (and/or costumes) of certain cinematic treasures oftentimes, for me, override the story itself. It is the visuals that transport me: The Magick of Cinematic Immersion – and I become fully immersed in the Golden Age of Piracy.
Republic of Pirates
New Providence, Nassau
The Inn
Max & Idelle’s rooms
Curtained bed & candles. Sigh…
Imbolc is a Fire festival
The colors on the walls & decor are so rich,
and I love the “shabbiness” of it all.
The imperfections are perfect.
Miranda Barlow’s house
She lives in the interior of the island
with her books, garden, and harpsichord – a favorite instrument of mine.
Eleanor Guthrie
I’ve saved the best for last.
Eleanor’s office at The Inn is by far my favorite.
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