Silas turned his gaze to the drunk, a stare so cold it seemed to lower the temperature of the room. "Is it? Then tell me, why is it that history remembers Blackbeard, but the Pirate B is a footnote? Because the Pirate B didn't want fame. He wanted the power of the unknown."

"Aye," continued Silas, leaning forward, his one good eye glinting in the candlelight. "It weren't a man. It weren't even a ship, not really. It was a designation. A curse."

Then, the music returned.