This could not be any fucking weirder, but more than the weirdness, is the enormous relief of backsliding into his comfort zone.

Is he mad? Yeah, absolutely. He's been mad at Edward for months at the very least over one thing or another. First how fucking hard it was to get him to answer a call to action, then Stede, then Stede again, then more Stede, and then here and all that fucking bullshit. And now- now what.. What is this.

Confusion shutters across his face, lost for words as it all sinks in. Not much sticks, but Blackbeard has returned. Blackbeard is himself again, and more. Blackbeard, his Blackbeard is ringing the bell for war.

It is the only song in Izzy's heart, all else be damned. Let the world burn.

"Right, work.."

He's guarding his left side, a fresh injury along with his leg, and he can't stop the wide eyed staring. It doesn't make sense. He's glad for it, but he doesn't understand it.

"It's only- I thought you'd gone. You and Bonnet, both, I checked your cabins after he stood me up, they were empty. What's changed?"