Nothing Izzy says to him makes fucking sense. Not a bit of it. He fucking hates this.

Edward sucks at his own teeth for a moment, eyes scanning about as they walk along. Izzy’s been aboard long enough to seem to know this place in and out, and considering Edward's been here all of a day or so, the timeline just doesn't add up. This is a problem. How big, Edward doesn't know, yet.

"Perhaps I should take it up with our so-called Captain, mm?" he asks finally, throwing out a bit of fishing bait to see how Izzy responds. Edward still doesn't know enough about the Captain to take anything out on him, let alone his protective tendencies when it comes to Izzy.