Flint

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Player walks in as a film is ending, credits roll

Run it again.

Sure, but if I may, can I ask you a question Cap’n?

I’m always willing to listen to the concerns of my crew. What’s on your mind?

Well, me and the boys were thinking, I know this is your favorite movie and all, but we did just watch it for the third time this week. Maybe it’s time to show some of the other films? Like the zombie one or the alien invasion.

John, do you know why this is my favorite film?

No sir. I guess…because it’s intellectual?

No John. That isn’t it at all. In fact, from an intellectual standpoint, it’s utter crap. But it’s still my favorite film for one reason. It shows the power of perspective.

Here we have a “hero” who treats everyone like the crust on his boot. A man who thinks only of himself, and does everything in his power to debase the very name plastered over his products.
By all accounts, he’s the villain of the story. We should want him to fail in the most inglorious way imaginable.
But a funny thing happens from the beginning to the end. We start to root for him. We cheer for his success. We stand up and clap as his enemies, one by one, hang on the unforgiving gallows of capitalism.
Why? Because we see the world through his eyes. We were there when he was taken away. We know the struggle it took to build his empire. And we know the weight of the crown he wears.

Perspective can turn even the worst villain into a sympathetic figure. Because in the end, no man has a monopoly on morality. We are all corruptible. We just didn’t know it until we had the chance.

So no, I don’t care how many times we’ve watched it this week. I want you to watch it until you know every scene, every line by heart. And until you do, you’ll run it, again.

 

Sounds like brainwashing if you ask me.

Zoey, my child, if understanding the motivations of your fellow man is brainwashing, then I weep for our society.

It’s not a society, it’s a band of fucking pirates. And the only thing that’ll keep them under your greasy thumbs is caps. 

And how will someone like you help me with that?

I got my ways. But I’m gonna need passage into the Dead man’s cove.

Hm…Dead Man’s Cove. That wouldn’t by chance be the same place we get our saltpeter from, would it? And the saltpeter, of course, is how we make our gunpowder.

I’m asking for a pass, not a pickaxe. I’m not going there to mine all day and die of fucking lung cancer.
Fact is, with the war going on, we both know you run that operation tighter than a flea’s cunt. So if I go there without your okay, your boys will shoot me on sight.
All I want is safe passage.

That’s still not much of answer. But all right. You’ve caught me in a generous mood, and lucky for you, not a curious one.
I’ll give you passage, but in exchange, you’ve got to do something for me.

Just name your price, you overgrown bloodbug.

I see a year on the docks hasn’t done anything to fix that mouth of yours. But fine. To business then.
Jack and his tanker boys have been prepping for another attack.
You’ve probably heard rumors they’ve been making inroads on the coast, but I’m not worried.
Everyone knows the fastest way between two points is a straight line.

What, you wanna take Franklin Square? I thought Lady Aria said she was neutral. “No fighting on her turf” and all that.

Not every battle is won with blood and bullets. In business, caps are every bit as effective.
I’ve heard a rumor that one of Aria’s business partners, Arthur Graham, is looking to sell. But I need someone who isn’t connected with our crew to handle the buy.
From what I understand, your friend here is new to the island.
The way I see it, given her lack of allegiance and your personal distaste for me, the two of you would make perfect candidates.

(alternate) The way I see it, given his lack of allegiance and your personal distaste for me, the two of you would make perfect candidates.

I’ll provide the funds. All I need is your names on the lease. You do that, and you’ll have a free pass from here to the marshlands.

Fine. It’s a deal.