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"A bit, yea," Lucius says and grimaces.
The Captain is really, very fond of torture. If he's worried about them refusing to play, or if they've already disrupted something and starved him, then this meeting is going to be extremely fraught. Made moreso by the fact that it's actually a good idea...and if they hadn't already, they were going to start doing it shortly.
"You might actually be going to an execution, then. At least, if that's why he wants to chat."
The Captain is really, very fond of torture. If he's worried about them refusing to play, or if they've already disrupted something and starved him, then this meeting is going to be extremely fraught. Made moreso by the fact that it's actually a good idea...and if they hadn't already, they were going to start doing it shortly.
"You might actually be going to an execution, then. At least, if that's why he wants to chat."
They’re absolutely about to start doing it. Brilliant idea, Lucius. You’ll get all the credit. Every last bit.
The weight of the observation knocks Izzy back a bit as he leaves the excitement of finally locating a decent angle of attack.
If that’s what’s going on then…mm. Yeah, he’s fucked.
Or Stede is fucked and Izzy is obligated to fight as his second.
So, still fucked.
He sits with that for a moment. Izzy has never died before. It holds exactly zero appeal, least of all dying for Stede fucking Bonnet. Just like he refused to do when they first boarded The Revenge. Just like that the wind falls from his own sails.
“If I am to die. Then at least I’ll go out fighting with a good night under my belt.”
The weight of the observation knocks Izzy back a bit as he leaves the excitement of finally locating a decent angle of attack.
If that’s what’s going on then…mm. Yeah, he’s fucked.
Or Stede is fucked and Izzy is obligated to fight as his second.
So, still fucked.
He sits with that for a moment. Izzy has never died before. It holds exactly zero appeal, least of all dying for Stede fucking Bonnet. Just like he refused to do when they first boarded The Revenge. Just like that the wind falls from his own sails.
“If I am to die. Then at least I’ll go out fighting with a good night under my belt.”
"It could be something else," Lucius says, quick to reassure him after he goes just a little grim. A lot of grim. All Izzy's enthusiastic wonder has trickled out and Lucius feels dreadful about it. Between the caffeine and the sudden regretful panic, he's very awake.
And just in time for Izzy to wax poetic at him about his impending demise.
"Oh, calm down Mr. Dramatic," Lucius scolds mildly. "He could want to harass Captain Bonnet about something else. I mean we invited the faceless lady to the party and not him. Might just be pissy?"
And just in time for Izzy to wax poetic at him about his impending demise.
"Oh, calm down Mr. Dramatic," Lucius scolds mildly. "He could want to harass Captain Bonnet about something else. I mean we invited the faceless lady to the party and not him. Might just be pissy?"
How dare you stifle his dramaturgy.
Izzy gives Lucius a sharp look.
The issue here is that he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know anything. Stede didn’t give him anything to work with.
“Who fucking knows.”
He pulls the letter from his dressing gown pocket and flips it over against his companion. Knock yourself out. He’s getting up to get back to his tea and top up the water- hand absently smoothing over his stomach as the anxiety starts to really find momentum and make him feel sick.
Izzy gives Lucius a sharp look.
The issue here is that he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know anything. Stede didn’t give him anything to work with.
“Who fucking knows.”
He pulls the letter from his dressing gown pocket and flips it over against his companion. Knock yourself out. He’s getting up to get back to his tea and top up the water- hand absently smoothing over his stomach as the anxiety starts to really find momentum and make him feel sick.
Lucius reads the letter that's been dropped into his lap. Captain Bonnet wasn't especially long-winded about anything so, either he didn't know why they'd been summoned or it wasn't terribly dire.
"If you can't read this how would you know to come to me with it?" Lucius asks as he reads the last line again. Boggling, but not the point. "Nevermind--It's--"
Well the whole situation is actually terrible. Lucius wants to offer some comfort here, but they are prisoners held captive by ghosts. Actually, wait, that's not bad--
"I don't think you're in trouble at all. Or, rather, the ship's Captain can't be that pissed, can he? Stede's not dead? If he were really mad at the Captain, why the theatrics? Maybe it's just posturing."
"If you can't read this how would you know to come to me with it?" Lucius asks as he reads the last line again. Boggling, but not the point. "Nevermind--It's--"
Well the whole situation is actually terrible. Lucius wants to offer some comfort here, but they are prisoners held captive by ghosts. Actually, wait, that's not bad--
"I don't think you're in trouble at all. Or, rather, the ship's Captain can't be that pissed, can he? Stede's not dead? If he were really mad at the Captain, why the theatrics? Maybe it's just posturing."
“He knows I can read, he knows- Nngh!” Snarled as he tops up his mug and sets more to boil and continues listening. Stede KNOWS.
Neither here nor there, though. Just another little jab in the ribs.
“Maybe, but he gets off on the anguish. A quick death wouldn’t serve him and it certainly wouldn’t get whatever it is he wants.”
Neither here nor there, though. Just another little jab in the ribs.
“Maybe, but he gets off on the anguish. A quick death wouldn’t serve him and it certainly wouldn’t get whatever it is he wants.”
"If he's getting off on anguish, at least you can rest assured you'll be back," Lucius says and tries to sound sympathetic about it. It's extremely terrifying.
"Then...maybe we start the...starve the Captain plan?"
He's got nothing for this Izzy, he's clever but existentialism is not his bag.
"Then...maybe we start the...starve the Captain plan?"
He's got nothing for this Izzy, he's clever but existentialism is not his bag.
No, this is all far too…theoretical for the likes of them. Certainly for Izzy who operates on the very simple ‘see the thing, do the thing, do it again’ model. Even more difficult when he is not the one who makes the plans.
“Yeah..” what choice does he have.
“Yeah, I’ll be back.”
He has to believe it. He has to. A beat. He does not turn. He can’t.
“In the event I’m not. Do the plan anyway’n- keep an eye out for Edward-“
Edward specifically, not Blackbeard. Not this time.
“-‘n Darcy, would you.”
“Yeah..” what choice does he have.
“Yeah, I’ll be back.”
He has to believe it. He has to. A beat. He does not turn. He can’t.
“In the event I’m not. Do the plan anyway’n- keep an eye out for Edward-“
Edward specifically, not Blackbeard. Not this time.
“-‘n Darcy, would you.”
Oh that. That's a request.
Lucius swallows and lowers his tea into his lap. He stares at it for a moment and, because how can he do anything else, he agrees.
"Yeah, of course," he says, simply. Edward can look out for himself, honestly, but Darcy? Yeah he can do that.
"I should--" Go? What if Izzy is marching to his death? What if he doesn't come back? Oh dear. Now the panic and anxiety have settled in him.
"Do you want...time alone?"
Lucius swallows and lowers his tea into his lap. He stares at it for a moment and, because how can he do anything else, he agrees.
"Yeah, of course," he says, simply. Edward can look out for himself, honestly, but Darcy? Yeah he can do that.
"I should--" Go? What if Izzy is marching to his death? What if he doesn't come back? Oh dear. Now the panic and anxiety have settled in him.
"Do you want...time alone?"
He’s quiet for a beat, stood stock still. Even in a fluffy robe, the line of Izzy’s shoulders, straight and tense, are unmistakable.
Yes, he thinks. He doesn’t know what else to say about anything. He just. Needs to come around to a few things. So still without turning, and quieter than sounds strong,
“Please.”
Yes, he thinks. He doesn’t know what else to say about anything. He just. Needs to come around to a few things. So still without turning, and quieter than sounds strong,
“Please.”
I may have challenged a ghost to a duel. Can I ask you to witness it for me? It's at dawn tomorrow on the sports deck.
(Honestly, I don't think he's going to take it very seriously, he's a puffed-up punk who wants to prove his dick's bigger than mine.)
(Honestly, I don't think he's going to take it very seriously, he's a puffed-up punk who wants to prove his dick's bigger than mine.)
No, a passenger. He arrived covered in blood, so I washed him off, and he got snappy at me.
[Surprise, Izzy, you get two feral teenage girls for the price of one.]
[Surprise, Izzy, you get two feral teenage girls for the price of one.]
No, I challenged him.
He tried to attack me, I used my powers to defend myself and he got all half-there. He dared me to stop using the water and the only way I was going to do that was if I knew others were going to be around. I don't trust him to actually fight fair.
He tried to attack me, I used my powers to defend myself and he got all half-there. He dared me to stop using the water and the only way I was going to do that was if I knew others were going to be around. I don't trust him to actually fight fair.
Blasted is a bit of a strong word. There was hardly any pressure at all.
Well. Yeah.
But I didn't think him walking around covered in dried blood was going to be a good thing. There's kids on this ship. Actual kids, younger than Darcy and me. They don't need to see a dead bloody guy.
But I didn't think him walking around covered in dried blood was going to be a good thing. There's kids on this ship. Actual kids, younger than Darcy and me. They don't need to see a dead bloody guy.
Oh, it's possible, but his attitude was foul before I blorbled him. Like, all the insults and posturing.
I don't think the plan is to fight to the death. First blood, more likely.
But death doesn't count here, anyway.
And...I think he'll respect me more for showing up, either way. If I win, it'll prove my point. If I lose, it'll prove I take myself seriously, and that I have people who will back me up.
But death doesn't count here, anyway.
And...I think he'll respect me more for showing up, either way. If I win, it'll prove my point. If I lose, it'll prove I take myself seriously, and that I have people who will back me up.
I didn't get his name. Darcy says he looks like a poodle, though.
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