I’m no one, from nowhere, belonging to nothing. I’m a wretch like you. And yet, mountains of gold have changed hands because I chose it. Thousands of men in Nassau are living in fear of my return because I decreed it. Hundreds of dead redcoats in a forest not far from here because I made it so. I’m the reason grown men lie awake at night. I am a new beginning for Nassau. JOHN SILVER, BLACK SAILS, SEASON 4