It's that kind of talk which makes him shiver, smiling to himself as he forces his stupid bum leg up the echoing, metal stairway. Fucking stupid fucking stairs.
"No, sir. He hasn't."
And to be fair, Izzy was talking about going to see the Captain from day 1, as well. It just...it took him a while. He never imagined he'd do it acting as Stede Bonnet's second in case the parlay got hairy. Stede who had chosen Izzy over Edward to attend on grounds of being expendable. Who hadn't told Edward. Who had forced Izzy to silence. Izzy, who had to then spend the entire day reconciling the concept that he might die for Stede.
What a fucking nightmare that had been.
The small silver lining, if you can call it that at all, was having the Captain's attention in total. It was Izzy he'd offered a deal to. Izzy he negotiated with. And now look, it's Izzy who has him by the balls.
He's almost vibrating with excitement, forcing himself to climb faster and pull open the door to start down the hallway of identical doors. Ed would have woken in one of them earlier, instructed by letter to attend his muster drill with Friday the Faceless.
143 comes soon enough and Izzy opens the door, checking to make sure they're alone. Blissfully, Castor and Pollux are absent. Good. He isn't in the mood for a meet and greet right now.
The space is tidy enough, the way it could be with three people jammed into a bunk barely designed for two. Izzy's things are easily identifiable by their color. Pollux's by virtue of their femininity. And Castor.. who cares, he doesn't even officially have claim to the room but all his crap is white and gold. They get the fold out, Izzy gets the proper bed.
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"No, sir. He hasn't."
And to be fair, Izzy was talking about going to see the Captain from day 1, as well. It just...it took him a while. He never imagined he'd do it acting as Stede Bonnet's second in case the parlay got hairy. Stede who had chosen Izzy over Edward to attend on grounds of being expendable. Who hadn't told Edward. Who had forced Izzy to silence. Izzy, who had to then spend the entire day reconciling the concept that he might die for Stede.
What a fucking nightmare that had been.
The small silver lining, if you can call it that at all, was having the Captain's attention in total. It was Izzy he'd offered a deal to. Izzy he negotiated with. And now look, it's Izzy who has him by the balls.
He's almost vibrating with excitement, forcing himself to climb faster and pull open the door to start down the hallway of identical doors. Ed would have woken in one of them earlier, instructed by letter to attend his muster drill with Friday the Faceless.
143 comes soon enough and Izzy opens the door, checking to make sure they're alone. Blissfully, Castor and Pollux are absent. Good. He isn't in the mood for a meet and greet right now.
The space is tidy enough, the way it could be with three people jammed into a bunk barely designed for two. Izzy's things are easily identifiable by their color. Pollux's by virtue of their femininity. And Castor.. who cares, he doesn't even officially have claim to the room but all his crap is white and gold. They get the fold out, Izzy gets the proper bed.
"There's a drink if you want it."