[Izzy rolls his eyes, hands on his hips, longing for anything- literally anything else- that he could be doing with his life right now that isn't hunting for a fucking fruit.

There's a joke to be made in there somewhere, but he leaves it. There is no fun whilst out with Stede Bonnet. Two blokes strolling around, supposedly on a mission. In reality it looks like a sugar high toddler being followed by an exhausted nanny dog.

He feels like an exhausted nanny dog. This isn't a mission, it's fucking punishment, and Edward is a genius because it plays to every part of Izzy's stupid fucking need to be what he is. To be the best. To be, above all else, loyal and prove it.]

I don't fucking know. At this point I think you could bring him a dog's bollocks and he would be happy.

[Much in the tone of Any second now the earth will swallow me whole and finally I will get sweet relief from living in a world where you exist.

It would be funny, though.

But- fine- He gives an exasperated gesture with his gloved hand.]

I guess... any citrus works. Buy that one.

[It's a papaya. Nailed it.]