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I can't say because I don't know.
But the ghosts are gone and that feels significant. It all seems to be leading up to something big.
I was wondering, dangerous as this world is, we both have people we want to protect. Sometimes it's the same people. I was wondering if we could come up with some sort of compromise, some sort of arrangement. We have worked well together in the past. [albeit once]
And I'd like to do something like that again.
The truth is that I need you.
Just something to consider.
Regards,
Stede Bonnet (Captain)
But the ghosts are gone and that feels significant. It all seems to be leading up to something big.
I was wondering, dangerous as this world is, we both have people we want to protect. Sometimes it's the same people. I was wondering if we could come up with some sort of compromise, some sort of arrangement. We have worked well together in the past. [albeit once]
And I'd like to do something like that again.
The truth is that I need you.
Just something to consider.
Regards,
Stede Bonnet (Captain)
Izzy fights with himself for a moment before shaking his head no and smoothing his hand down his tunic front. It’s fine. It’s Fine(TM).
Anyway, moving on.
“At the sundries, you say. Kind of you.”
A gift is nice and right now an even better thing to focus on than the fancy dress, so he holds out his hand.
Anyway, moving on.
“At the sundries, you say. Kind of you.”
A gift is nice and right now an even better thing to focus on than the fancy dress, so he holds out his hand.
"I'm not going to take mail meant for you," she says with a shrug, and drops it into his hand.
What's inside is, of course, a knife. A little pocket knife with bone on the outside, scrimshawed with sparrows and an anchor.
What's inside is, of course, a knife. A little pocket knife with bone on the outside, scrimshawed with sparrows and an anchor.
Izzy doesn't anything about her as he takes the gift. There isn't a world where he thinks Darcy would rob him. Embarrassed neutrality gives way to warm surprise as he opens the little thing and tips the knife out into his palm. It's a good size. Convenient, useful, but not without form. He even gives a delighted little noise and he holds it closer to inspect the workmanship.
"This is beautiful."
He doesn't know what he's done to deserve it, but it's a lovely gift. Maybe it's related to the mission. Maybe for the flirting pass at a new alliance. Maybe in exchange of his ruined shirt in attempt to save Jenny.
Izzy flicks open the blade and tests it against his wrist, shaving a few hairs. It's sharp as a fucking razor and he grins. Fucking elated.
"Very fine, indeed."
"This is beautiful."
He doesn't know what he's done to deserve it, but it's a lovely gift. Maybe it's related to the mission. Maybe for the flirting pass at a new alliance. Maybe in exchange of his ruined shirt in attempt to save Jenny.
Izzy flicks open the blade and tests it against his wrist, shaving a few hairs. It's sharp as a fucking razor and he grins. Fucking elated.
"Very fine, indeed."
You're not a doxie. I wanted you to stay.
But I respect your decision, as much as it pains me. I can even say I understand.
At least I hope we can be allies, if nothing else. To stand shoulder to shoulder as captains in equality.
[though the day Izzy sees him equal is the day the sun turns to ice cream]
I would though like to know what it is you saw in me that one day. I won't bring it up again. I won't even acknowledge it. I just want to know what I have that is worth something to you.
Anyway, thank you for taking the time to reply and if you need my assistance at all
[if said ice cream should occur]
you know where to find me.
Regards,
Stede Bonnet (Captain)
But I respect your decision, as much as it pains me. I can even say I understand.
At least I hope we can be allies, if nothing else. To stand shoulder to shoulder as captains in equality.
[though the day Izzy sees him equal is the day the sun turns to ice cream]
I would though like to know what it is you saw in me that one day. I won't bring it up again. I won't even acknowledge it. I just want to know what I have that is worth something to you.
Anyway, thank you for taking the time to reply and if you need my assistance at all
[if said ice cream should occur]
you know where to find me.
Regards,
Stede Bonnet (Captain)
"Well, I'm glad it's useful."
Darcy gives him a pleased nod, happy that he likes it- even if that wasn't her idea in the first place.
"Always good to have a reliable knife. Anyway- I won't bug you for anything else, you're clearly... in the middle of something."
Darcy gives him a pleased nod, happy that he likes it- even if that wasn't her idea in the first place.
"Always good to have a reliable knife. Anyway- I won't bug you for anything else, you're clearly... in the middle of something."
Aw fuck yes she got 'duck' again.
"Sure, what's up?"
"Sure, what's up?"
"Don't freak out."
Izzy flicks open the knife with one smooth action. Oh... oh yeah, that is very good. The spring. The weight. He fucking loves this knife and it shows.
It shows as he raises a challenging brow and points it right at his stomach. He's gonna do it..
Izzy flicks open the knife with one smooth action. Oh... oh yeah, that is very good. The spring. The weight. He fucking loves this knife and it shows.
It shows as he raises a challenging brow and points it right at his stomach. He's gonna do it..
Instructions unclear, she yells- "IZZY-" and immediately grabs at his hand.
"WHAT THE FUCK-"
"WHAT THE FUCK-"
"No!?"
Darcy takes the knife and a generous step backwards, "What the fuck Izzy!? No!! I'm not fucking stabbing you!"
Darcy takes the knife and a generous step backwards, "What the fuck Izzy!? No!! I'm not fucking stabbing you!"
"You didn't think to tell me that first!?"
Darcy closes the knife and shoves it back into his hand, her immediate knee-jerk terror curdling to outrage.
"Fuck you for scaring me like that," and she turns to leave.
Darcy closes the knife and shoves it back into his hand, her immediate knee-jerk terror curdling to outrage.
"Fuck you for scaring me like that," and she turns to leave.
"I don't fucking know! You told me not to freak out and then immediately did something to freak me out!"
Why is he always doing stuff to piss her off!!!!
"Fucking- ugh!! You fucking bastard-"
She hates this fucking family!!!
Why is he always doing stuff to piss her off!!!!
"Fucking- ugh!! You fucking bastard-"
She hates this fucking family!!!
[It sounds very much to Izzy like that is the end of that conversation. And so he leaves it, for a while, and then for a little bit longer. It's closed, right?
Clearly Stede is burning with want for Izzy's knowledge.. or.. opinion.. or something. Which means Stede won't actually leave him alone as promised. Such passive aggression, with a little hint of begging.]
I saw potential in you. To be a leader the way Blackbeard was. Is. I don't know anymore, whatever you've done to him both home and here is his ruin. Every sailor starts green. That isn't your fault. You have to be taught. I've been sailing since I was a boy, probably before you were even born. This life is all I know. And in my considerable experience, I know potential when I see it.
Unfortunately, I don't see the opportunity aboard this vessel. You can not learn to sail, you can not learn to lead, you can not learn to pirate what is not yours. It is a shame, and I would like to see you prove yourself.. but I can't tell you what that means. It's adapt or die, here. I'm not going to die.
IH
Clearly Stede is burning with want for Izzy's knowledge.. or.. opinion.. or something. Which means Stede won't actually leave him alone as promised. Such passive aggression, with a little hint of begging.]
I saw potential in you. To be a leader the way Blackbeard was. Is. I don't know anymore, whatever you've done to him both home and here is his ruin. Every sailor starts green. That isn't your fault. You have to be taught. I've been sailing since I was a boy, probably before you were even born. This life is all I know. And in my considerable experience, I know potential when I see it.
Unfortunately, I don't see the opportunity aboard this vessel. You can not learn to sail, you can not learn to lead, you can not learn to pirate what is not yours. It is a shame, and I would like to see you prove yourself.. but I can't tell you what that means. It's adapt or die, here. I'm not going to die.
IH
"Oh yeah- just tell me not to freak out when you stab yourself, that'll just totally work."
She rolls her eyes and flips him off as she leaves.
"No. I don't want to see it. Is it really that fucking weird that I don't want to see you get hurt, even if it wouldn't work?"
She rolls her eyes and flips him off as she leaves.
"No. I don't want to see it. Is it really that fucking weird that I don't want to see you get hurt, even if it wouldn't work?"
...yes?
Izzy stops and straightens himself up a little, at a loss. That is such a wild perspective for someone to take in his world, much less him, specifically.
He's... going to be thinking about this one for a while, wilting there like an idiot.
"I- No. Not when you put it like that."
Izzy stops and straightens himself up a little, at a loss. That is such a wild perspective for someone to take in his world, much less him, specifically.
He's... going to be thinking about this one for a while, wilting there like an idiot.
"I- No. Not when you put it like that."
Darcy huffs, casting one last sidelong look before storming the rest of the way off to cool her head.
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