It's an uncomfortable win, but a win nonetheless in Izzy's mind. It sounds like a goodbye and if only that were true.

He doesn't know a world where a ship doesn't need Blackbeard. It's impossible to envision. And while he doesn't comment on the plea it will sit heavy in his mind when he finally does find the man he's looking for.

Izzy gives a disappointed cluck at the blood on his sword and produces from his pocket a small handkerchief which he uses to clean it before it's stowed.

Not in the frame of mind to parse out threats and promises or exact details of previous happenings with Stede, he disengages. The silence is victory enough. Stede's words hanging in the air are victory enough. Izzy Big Dick Hands is back in town and there's nothing Stede or anyone else can do about it.

"You should get that looked at," he says, meaning the wounds.

"A cut like that can take your fingers just as swift as a blade."

Is it mercy? Maybe. He hasn't quite worked out the give and take in this unfortunate relationship and he doesn't like that at all. So he prepares to leave.

"Maybe get some rest. Look like you've seen a ghost."