"We get a cut?" Izzy asks in reply after giving a crow of victory and sheathing his sword, bright eyed and bushy tailed, veins racing with adrenaline. He can't believe that just happened. He can't believe he just pulled that off! He had been so nervous.

The bag is, reasonably, way too heavy for him to carry, but the booty had been separated into six smaller drawstrings of 100 coins each and bundled in. He motions for them to stop so he can open the sack and quickly tie the ends of four bags together, then offer them to Ed (with a grunt) for him to sling over his shoulders or carry in a more balanced way. It's honestly a fucking miracle he was able to pick all this up.

The praise glows warm in his heart as he shoulders the other two bags. Honestly, it wasn't that much different from watching his father negotiate back in Liverpool. If this is what being a pirate is like then.. yeah. Yeah, this is the life for him.

As they walk he can't keep himself from smiling, clinking merrily with the occasional laugh that just burbles up and out of him. He's riding high.

"You were incredible in there, Edward. The way you pinned that man, I've never seen someone move so fast."