My name is Victoria Winters. They whisper an old story again up in Collinsport, a tragedy rinsed and repeat: a husband that vanished from his bride, and a young woman interred up on the hill. If you ask the bridal-suite widow she will weave you a tale too fantastical to believe: she will tell you that the young man abandoned her into the past itself, into a former self, and another life. You’ll find that this is the closest thing to the truth for anyone looking for it, as even the sheriff –– try though he might to pin down yet another whiff of sin about the Collins estate ––  can unearth no trace of him. It is as if he never existed at all, even his name soaked in the oil of myth and packed away into aluminum. There are only the flowers over an old, old grave to tell; silent, knowing, nitrogen-glutted.

An au where instead of Jeff getting pulled back to the 18th century, Victoria kills him <3 Because you aren't really a Collins if your spouse doesn't disappear under mysterious circumstances and you have to cover up a killing or two! Second half of the comic text is from Black Sails XIV.