[o] Watch it all burn

Kaisel

Kaisel folds the note in his hands with a bitter finality. Probably for the best that he doesn't have to meet the captain of Flora's heartbreak, man's a complete jackoff. Still, he can't help but feel like it'll disappoint her. He said he'd handle it, but here he is alone on a beach with a box of Jack's shit. Maybe he should have been nicer in his note? Nah. Jack didn't deserve nice, fuck 'im. If he had the time to idle for ages in Torchline he could have just waited for the damn ship to dock and chucked it on board, maybe smeared some dogshit on it or something as an extra gift, but Kaisel does need to get back to Stormbreak sooner than later. 

"Promise is a promise," he mutters as he flicks the paper note into the nearby circle of stones he'd gathered. Within, the sand is dug out a bit to create a seat for the driftwood and strips of tree branches that line the inner folds of it as fuel ready to burn. It glistens, wet with oil he'd lugged along for the occasion, anticipating a firelit night out here one way or another. His hope had been s'mores, to enjoy the coastline starlight with, but now it'll be forgotten outwear.

Kaisel strikes a match and tosses it into the pit. Fire roars up, eager and willing to consume old and torn memories.

There's darkness in the distance
I'm beggin' for forgiveness
But I know I might resist it