Ed barely registers what Izzy is saying, too wrapped up in decoding the tattoos and markings on his hand. He knew Izzy was Naval, had to be, but the depths of that backstory were only just now coming together. Such a thing to brand yourself with, to pride yourself on-- going as far as tallying your kills, only to turn to that side.

It doesn't disgust him like it probably should. Even pirates kill other pirates. It just makes Izzy more curious. What had he done, not to earn these marks, but to make them mean nothing anymore. To make him need to seek passage on this very ship.

"Hm?" he snaps out of it, his staring obvious, "Yeah. One day."