Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Black Sails or Treasure Island. All characters and story history, apart from new characters that may pop up, belong to Robert Stevenson, Robert Levine and Jonathan Steinberg.

Summary: This story explores moments between Madi and Silver in S3 and after the series finale of Black Sails.

Author's Note: I do enjoy feedback, but please be gentle.

Prologue

The sun had parted the clouds, for the first time in days, leaving behind an infinite blue across the heavens. There was nothing obstructing it. Not a sign of the late summer rains that had, for that day, abandoned the island, leaving the lands beautiful and replenished with new life that would yield much needed resources for sustaining the community. The people found joy in this, the blessings of the rain and the dawning of the sun, permitting them to leave the shelters of their homes to fellowship and celebrate once more. For Madi, that time of being confined to her home, closed off from the camaraderie of her people, left alone to her books and thoughts, forced her to weigh her heart, to listen to it, and discern what she truly wanted.

Slowly, she treaded, but with purpose, putting one leg in front of the other, climbing the uneven terrain of rocks, sand and grass, that was threatening to undermine her footing. The wind grew stronger as she approached the summit, whipping her skirt around her, making her ascension more difficult, but she pushed on, determined. For she'd known for some time that she'd take this path, that the sentiment that dwelled within her was wounded but not dead, that it would lead her to what she could no longer deny – her future.

The incline became more steep, and she could hear the ocean waves fiercely washing ashore, crashing on the rocks below. She was getting closer. She knew, which stirred her heart to a thunder, to race in her chest at what awaited her beyond the summit. Uncertainty, which had not been a thought, suddenly took hold, rising within her, bringing with it questions of what she would say. How she would say it? Why she didn't just wait? Because she'd waited long enough. The hill crested and brought with it a vast and breathtaking view, one that she didn't often take the chance to admire due to her rarely venturing to this part of the island. Her eyes swept the horizon, taking in the greenery that accentuated the beauty of the ocean behind it, when her breath quickened, inciting a flood of emotion in her heart, ceasing her steps, as her gaze fell upon him – her pirate, her lover, her husband - John Silver.