"I do, yeah," Izzy agrees and disappears down the side of his bed for a moment before popping back up with a book. It's nothing special, just some fictional something or other. It's an effort to get down and an effort to get back up, but he's not about to complain about it. Not here, not in front of Blackbeard.
He grits his teeth and rounds the end of the bed to sit on the side of Pollux's fold out.
The Great Gatsby looks like nothing, but Izzy opens the book and furls through the pages until he finds two pieces of loose paper tucked between the pages. That's the prize. A letter and a contract, signed with a bloody handprint.
"This is a contract with the captain of this vessel, signing himself to our crew," Izzy explains with equal measures of gravity and glee.
The document is standard boiler plate for men at sea. Loyalty to their captain, duties, shares of booty should they get any, hand written in Lucius Spriggs' signature calligraphy. The sort of contract Stede had his crew sign back home. The kind of contract any pirate captain would. All very official for when it matters - and it matters now.
What matters especially is the adjoining letter, newly written in crisp, black ink.
I, Captain Stede Bonnet, hereby relinquish my captaincy in full to Isreal Hands. This applies to all contracts previously signed in equal exchange henceforth and grants him the same powers and indemnities as they have myself.
Stede Bonnet. Israel Hands.
Next to both signatures are the respective person's thumbprint in blood.
"Contract law is considered unbreakable magic here, sir. I don't know why the Captain signed this contract but he did, and now we've got him."
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He grits his teeth and rounds the end of the bed to sit on the side of Pollux's fold out.
The Great Gatsby looks like nothing, but Izzy opens the book and furls through the pages until he finds two pieces of loose paper tucked between the pages. That's the prize. A letter and a contract, signed with a bloody handprint.
"This is a contract with the captain of this vessel, signing himself to our crew," Izzy explains with equal measures of gravity and glee.
The document is standard boiler plate for men at sea. Loyalty to their captain, duties, shares of booty should they get any, hand written in Lucius Spriggs' signature calligraphy. The sort of contract Stede had his crew sign back home. The kind of contract any pirate captain would. All very official for when it matters - and it matters now.
What matters especially is the adjoining letter, newly written in crisp, black ink.
I, Captain Stede Bonnet, hereby relinquish my captaincy in full to Isreal Hands. This applies to all contracts previously signed in equal exchange henceforth and grants him the same powers and indemnities as they have myself.
Stede Bonnet.
Israel Hands.
Next to both signatures are the respective person's thumbprint in blood.
"Contract law is considered unbreakable magic here, sir. I don't know why the Captain signed this contract but he did, and now we've got him."