You were so done with Rafe. After two years of him putting you through bs and his own mental problems with the Pogues and his sister. You were tired of fearing for your life every time something new popped up. But he wouldn’t let you go, and you ended up caring for him enough that you didn’t want him getting himself hurt. So you stayed. You killed for him, risked your life for him. You loved him, even though you hated it. You sat on a couch on the ship that was supposed to take you to El Dorado gold, what Rafe’s been searching for. His leg was bouncing rapidly as he exhaled and spoke quietly

“I just need you to trust me okay? Just one more time.”