First mate. And oh it matters. It big, big matters.

Ed's nonchalance is amazingly annoying but after spending so much time and energy and anxiety trying to find him, Izzy just doesn't have the wind to tell him off.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I was busy."

He thinks. Probably. He isn't sure how this all works out in terms of time table.

A sigh and Izzy allows himself to sit with a soft noise. It's hot as fuck out here and he's boiling alive. But it's not just that. Finding Edward alive and safe and well is such an enormous relief that the adrenaline he's been running on all this time finally sees fit to release it's grip.

A beat. He is exhausted.

"I spoke to our Mr. Spriggs," he says, eyes on the horizon. Like he's immediately assigned himself the task of keeping watch while his captain lays in the sun.

"He's informed me of the situation. This is a right ol' fuck up, isn't it."