Where are the gaps, that's a good question. He doesn't know what he doesn't know.
Izzy plays with the coins he's been given and savors the feeling of them, heavy and real in his hand. His first booty, rightfully earned, as a pirate. Fairly shared, even. He would have accepted a single coin.
He makes a note of that. He shouldn't accept less for himself, and Edward is a kind person at heart.
"Pirates have codes, don't they?"
Izzy would like to know them so he feels like he can settle himself without making any major cock up.
"And I'd like to know the structure of the crew. Who the quartermaster is'n all that. Who I should report to and who to give berth. Oh-"
It turns out he has several questions.
"Raids. And tactics, I should like to know those."
Plenty to discuss for the hours waiting for Hornigold to return. He doesn't ask much about Ed himself, if anything at all. It's quite private and really, it's irrelevant to the moment as Izzy begins to sew himself a framework in which to exist. His small pack of belongings was laid in the corner by the door but he feels as though it might have been unnecessary. If he's starting again, really starting again, all he needs are the clothes on his back, his sword, and someone to trust.
He tells himself that he will dump it over later, but that little satchel stays with him for many years to come. A reminder of where he came from and who he will never be again.
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Izzy plays with the coins he's been given and savors the feeling of them, heavy and real in his hand. His first booty, rightfully earned, as a pirate. Fairly shared, even. He would have accepted a single coin.
He makes a note of that. He shouldn't accept less for himself, and Edward is a kind person at heart.
"Pirates have codes, don't they?"
Izzy would like to know them so he feels like he can settle himself without making any major cock up.
"And I'd like to know the structure of the crew. Who the quartermaster is'n all that. Who I should report to and who to give berth. Oh-"
It turns out he has several questions.
"Raids. And tactics, I should like to know those."
Plenty to discuss for the hours waiting for Hornigold to return. He doesn't ask much about Ed himself, if anything at all. It's quite private and really, it's irrelevant to the moment as Izzy begins to sew himself a framework in which to exist. His small pack of belongings was laid in the corner by the door but he feels as though it might have been unnecessary. If he's starting again, really starting again, all he needs are the clothes on his back, his sword, and someone to trust.
He tells himself that he will dump it over later, but that little satchel stays with him for many years to come. A reminder of where he came from and who he will never be again.