“First mate?” Izzy nearly laughs with disbelief, but only because it is so very fucking flattering.

It lures him across the little cabin to stand at Edward’s side.

“You barely know me,” is he being coy? Maybe. His eyes are very bright.

“And I didn’t think pirates had first mates.”

What’s in it for me, he almost asks, but he already knows. He can see their lives unfurling as majestically as the drop of the foresail. One little detour to Curaçao first, though.

“How are you going to woo me, then?”