[ He lifts his hands in silent apology before continuing, as one doesn't like the assume the coursework provided to Catholics from other eras. People get funny about which stories to tell, come time for the homily. ]

So, Avery fancied himself a reflection of Dismas, liked the whole "penitent thief" angle. Basically made it the theological cornerstone of his operation, from the invitations he sent out in crosses with Saint Dismas on them, to the Latin he had stamped into the currency he minted. The paradise that Jesus referred to at Calvary would be Avery's city, Libertalia. The, uh- [ He doesn't pause in reaching for his sketchbook. ] Hodie mecum eris in paradiso.

[ Flipping through the pages he suddenly stops short, turning the book to Gene and pressing it into his hands. Sprawled across two pages is a cityscape, or the remains of one, a ruin from a bygone time trapped in plants and split stone, a small tower in the distance marked with Treasury? ]

He built that paradise. Recruited hundreds of people to settle and live there, had them store all their collective treasure in one bank, and then robbed them blind.