Edward's expression sours the minute the other men are within his line of sight again. He can feel himself already on edge, like a wild dog ready to bite, his shoulders raised and stomach lurching. Then one of them has the audacity to address him, and Ed feels every muscle in his body tense, ready to tear out their stomachs, and has to take a grounding breath to keep himself still.

He casts Izzy a brief glance out of the side of his eyes, then takes a careful step forward. The men are already chuckling to one another in reaction, and Ed finds his hand hovering shakily over the handle of his gun.

"An agreement was set between Hornigold and Jennings." he hisses angrily. "The price is five hundred pieces of eight. No less. And I should raise it for wasting my fucking time."