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Izzy Hands ([personal profile] ninetoes) wrote2021-04-12 03:37 am
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My name is Mr. Hands, First Mate Hands, or God as far as you're concerned...

treading_water: BLACKBEARD: I earned this. (0107)

[personal profile] treading_water 2022-04-14 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
There's no sense in waiting for the hobbling first mate in the hall. Ed makes his way back to his quarters, giving himself the spare time to work out his emotions before Izzy is present. Things are different with Izzy, Ed can't feel freely without judgement, he's expected to be strong. He has to remember what that is like.

Moving through the eerily empty room, he pushes one of the chairs out from behind the table, settling down in it and kicking his feet up. By the time Izzy makes it there, Ed will be lighting his freshly-packed pipe as a means to keep his nerves settled.

"Sit down." he instructs without looking up, shaking the match off to the side until the flame disappears.

"How long can we realistically run on a skeleton crew before things become difficult?" he asks, not wasting time. Better to ease into this moment by focusing on the work, which there'd be plenty of, soon enough.
treading_water: BLACKBEARD: That was kinda suggestive, bud. (0108)

[personal profile] treading_water 2022-04-15 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
The glass doesn't sit for long before Edward is swiping it up to drink it. He'd have foregone the glass altogether, there was certainly no one aboard to pretend to be proper for.

"He'll learn to." he mutters into his glass. Frenchie managed to stitch up the flag to Ed's liking, which was good enough. And he seemed to fear them enough to not talk back, to do as he's told and do it quickly.

"Right. West, then." he sighs, the expedition not nearly as exciting to him as it might have once been. There's a moment of silence as he drinks more of the rum, contemplating.

"Can I ask you something?" he starts, not waiting for an answer to continue, "What do you want out of all of this?" Because this can't just be it. There has to be more to life than sailing back and forth and feeding people their toes.
treading_water: EDWARD: wow that was uhhh the most hurtful shit anyone's ever said to me (0169)

[personal profile] treading_water 2022-04-16 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Freedom.

That word hangs in the air long enough for Ed to feel it begin to lay heavily over him. He grits his teeth, because it doesn't feel like freedom to him, not completely. Certainly he is living outside of law or order but there are still rules and expectations of him. Of who he's allowed to be.

"Neither of us can, can we?" he mutters, that much is true. He'd fled his duties as a soldier... he wouldn't be given that opportunity again. Next time he gets caught, he's dead for certain.
treading_water: BLACKBEARD: Wet and pathetic man-tits are the best. (0016)

[personal profile] treading_water 2022-05-12 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Fun is a relative term, but he'll hear his first mate out on this one. He turns, watching Izzy inquisitively as he explains himself. The idea of letting off some steam isn't so bad, but Ed wonders if he'll be expected to do the killing. He's only indirectly killed others since his father's death; technically fire or the ocean or his men had killed the others.

"Just like old times." he replies, trying to sound enthusiastic. He doesn't.