"You wield fear well," he answers in earnest and hands over the cords, gathering one sleeve at a time to hold while they're tied up.
Izzy isn't sure he agrees on the leaving people alive thing, but if it's all part of the game then it's a game he will have to learn. Quite exciting, really. He has a mind for games and structure. Has a mind for knowledge.
"What I don't understand," he says instead of thanks for the help and gift to begin with,
"-is if you leave someone alive won't they just go off and come back with an armada? Dead men can't seek vengeance, either."
One sleeve is tied carefully, not too tight to cut off circulation but tight enough not to slip, knotted so that it won't come undone so easily. Ed checks it before tying up the other, trying to sneak a peek at the mark on Izzy’s hand in the process.
"Hm, yeah, I mean, so we'll take them, too." he replies, "Guess you have to find a balance. Or traumatize them enough that they never set foot on a boat again." he shrugs, "But I can't become a legend if no one's heard of me..."
Izzy hums in soft agreement as they work. Ed has a point about that one.
"Guess it's about balance then, ay."
The shape on his hand is easily seen now as he holds his second sleeve to be tied. Izzy isn't looking, distracted by the mess in the bucket that used to be his shirt. Across the top of his hand in thick black ink is the cameo of a ship, framed with the modern style of Tudor roses, some shaded to represent red, others left empty for white. At the top of the frame sits the unmistakable Imperial Crown. At the bottom a large anchor tied in with rope knots. The ship itself is mighty as it crashes up against a wave and across it's bow reads HMS SPENCE and a date not long passed, so it can be nothing but a date of enlistment. Naval, through and through, but there's more. The Spence is well known for it's intense pursuit of pirates, most notably that of Francis Spriggs, and the captains Shipton, and Low. On the broad side of Izzy's palm, just under where his thumb joins, are several tally marks in neatly ordered lines.
Izzy, for his sins, has been talking all this time as he works out the merits of allowing a lone survivor against that of safety and building legacy.
"I could see you as a legend. One day you'll have a ship of your very own."
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."
"I can see it now," Izzy says with total certainty and adjusts the collar around his neck, turning and presenting himself for approval. Mirrors are far too fine to have in a bunk like this and the reflecting in the sword just won't do.
He sets his hands on his hips, body language open and broad. He feels rather fetching if we're being honest.
"I think you'll be a legend, Edward. You've got it in you. I can see it."
Ed lingers close until Izzy presents himself in his new shirt, then takes a step back to get the full view. It suits him far better than it ever had Ed, even the tied sleeves look intentional, a good shape on Izzy’s build. He nods, then leans forward again, his hand reaching out and smacking the back of Izzy’s hand, where the tattoo still sits revealed.
"Keep that hidden if you want to live to see it." he teases, then leans back to recline himself on the nearby bed, giving his feet a rest. "Would you stick by me if I was?" he asks idly, not thinking much of it, such dreams are surely only those...
Izzy nearly jumps out of his skin when Ed smacks his hand, color draining out of his face immediately as he hides it against his chest with his other. Oh shit. Oh shit, he's so fucked, isn't he.
...isn't he? Because Edward starts joking and carries on, which Izzy listens to as he hastily retrieves his glove and tugs it on.
"Of course I would," he answers, trying to gauge the layers of what's going on here. Izzy looks from his gloved hand and back to Edward, pulse in his throat but cautiously optimistic.
"Why wouldn't I?" he asks, watching the way Izzy favors and hides that hand. Something shameful, then. He's still figuring Izzy Hands out... and everyone has a story. Not everyone is willingly upfront with theirs, either. Ed knows this firsthand.
"I'll need a first mate." he hums, giving Izzy and expectant look. Pirate killer or not... he'll still need to determine if Izzy is someone he can fully trust.
“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.
"I barely know everyone on this fucking ship. No one's exactly an open book." he scoffs, tilting his head up to Izzy. "Besides, if you wanna see me as a legend, you should aspire to be one as well."
Ed waves off the commentary about pirates. Isn't the point that they could have whatever they wanted? Especially if they're the ones in charge. He contemplates it for a moment, but then Izzy asks that question, and Ed's face lights up.
He swings his legs over the side of the bed, staring up at Izzy with a crooked smile. "Oh, didn't realize I needed to." he teases, "Is the promise of status and adventure not enough?" he asks, reaching forward to tug at a shirt sleeve, "Maybe more fancy clothes? Something leather-- to hold up in a fight."
Being a legend in his own right has never really been a part of the equation for Izzy. Not until now, anyway. He just wanted out. He wanted means, he wanted passage in the Caribbean.
Truthfully, Izzy wasn't really planning on being a pirate for very long. But this last fortnight or so has been incredible, and he finds himself getting attached.
Dangerous business.
He lowers himself down to perch on the bed next to his companion, so brave and charming and captivating.
"There is one thing I want."
Not that it's necessarily a negotiation. Sounds a bit like one, but.
"There's something I need to do in Curaçao. What are the chances that we'd make port there?"
Ed snorts at the answer. He doesn't think he knows a pirate that would, but he notes it anyway. Leather isn't always practical for the sort of weather they face, but in battle it's ideal; tough enough to withstand the knick of a blade and protect all the important bits, but light enough to move quickly and easily without much sound. They both could use the armor, given the opportunity.
"Mm?" Ed's body turns to face Izzy more beside him, listening to the request. He inhales deeply, thinking for a moment as he reaches aside to the small table there to roll a cigarette. "Curaçao..." he breathes, shrugging, "Don't think it's on the docket. Could argue for it if we run low on citrus, maybe. Depends. What's your business there?"
He looks bashful for a moment, but in honesty Izzy finds himself terribly conflicted. If he's truthful then Edward might not want anything to do with him anymore and definitely won't help him. If he lies his ass off and is found out then, well, same but probably a maiming on the cards, too.
"There's a woman there," he answers but holds his hand up before it can go in that direction. Now, to make it a creditable mission:
"I met her when The Sp- when I was there last. She has some of my belongings...from home. Some of my mum's jewelry. I want it back."
Ed's first instinct is to object-- Izzy’s move to make it more credible is a good one, but moreso, he's unknowingly pulled at Ed's heartstrings. Ed only has one thing to remember his mother by, tucked tightly and carefully inside his clothing and against his heart where no one can see it. Losing such an item feels like losing his own life, and so he understands.
The words that he'd been about to say before hearing Izzy out break off and fall to nothing, and instead Ed just nods. "Curaçao it is."
Technically, Izzy isn't lying. He does want the ring back, he just also wants the person wearing it. That's how he's justified it in his mind and when Ed nods and agrees, it doesn't matter anymore.
And if anyone can get him there, Izzy fully believes it's Edward Teach. He will always be grateful.
Will Ed be pissed when he finds out? Maybe. Maybe Izzy just isn't meant to be a pirate. Maybe he's only using this as a means to an end. Or maybe he'll bring his lady with and they can set sail for adventure. He hasn't thought it through. Such is the power of yearning and young first loves. Idiot.
Will Ed be pissed when he finds out? Entirely. Izzy's entire presence on the ship is an extention of Ed's trust, and trust by association with his Captain. If Hornigold finds out there is a liar on the ship be won't be kind, not to Izzy, and not to Ed. But further- Ed will feel like an idiot for ever trusting another man, for showing a kindness and extending a hand. That's something that will never happen again, he'll vow.
Needless to say it's a good thing right now that Ed believes him, and it will remain so as long as he does.
Ed takes the hand extended to him as leverage to get back up, releasing it to instead clap a friendly hand on his companion's shoulder. "Yeah, before all the liquor's gone."
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Izzy isn't sure he agrees on the leaving people alive thing, but if it's all part of the game then it's a game he will have to learn. Quite exciting, really. He has a mind for games and structure. Has a mind for knowledge.
"What I don't understand," he says instead of thanks for the help and gift to begin with,
"-is if you leave someone alive won't they just go off and come back with an armada? Dead men can't seek vengeance, either."
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"Hm, yeah, I mean, so we'll take them, too." he replies, "Guess you have to find a balance. Or traumatize them enough that they never set foot on a boat again." he shrugs, "But I can't become a legend if no one's heard of me..."
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"Guess it's about balance then, ay."
The shape on his hand is easily seen now as he holds his second sleeve to be tied. Izzy isn't looking, distracted by the mess in the bucket that used to be his shirt. Across the top of his hand in thick black ink is the cameo of a ship, framed with the modern style of Tudor roses, some shaded to represent red, others left empty for white. At the top of the frame sits the unmistakable Imperial Crown. At the bottom a large anchor tied in with rope knots. The ship itself is mighty as it crashes up against a wave and across it's bow reads HMS SPENCE and a date not long passed, so it can be nothing but a date of enlistment. Naval, through and through, but there's more. The Spence is well known for it's intense pursuit of pirates, most notably that of Francis Spriggs, and the captains Shipton, and Low. On the broad side of Izzy's palm, just under where his thumb joins, are several tally marks in neatly ordered lines.
Izzy, for his sins, has been talking all this time as he works out the merits of allowing a lone survivor against that of safety and building legacy.
"I could see you as a legend. One day you'll have a ship of your very own."
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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."
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He sets his hands on his hips, body language open and broad. He feels rather fetching if we're being honest.
"I think you'll be a legend, Edward. You've got it in you. I can see it."
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"Keep that hidden if you want to live to see it." he teases, then leans back to recline himself on the nearby bed, giving his feet a rest. "Would you stick by me if I was?" he asks idly, not thinking much of it, such dreams are surely only those...
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...isn't he? Because Edward starts joking and carries on, which Izzy listens to as he hastily retrieves his glove and tugs it on.
"Of course I would," he answers, trying to gauge the layers of what's going on here. Izzy looks from his gloved hand and back to Edward, pulse in his throat but cautiously optimistic.
"Would.. you still want that?"
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"I'll need a first mate." he hums, giving Izzy and expectant look. Pirate killer or not... he'll still need to determine if Izzy is someone he can fully trust.
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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?”
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Ed waves off the commentary about pirates. Isn't the point that they could have whatever they wanted? Especially if they're the ones in charge. He contemplates it for a moment, but then Izzy asks that question, and Ed's face lights up.
He swings his legs over the side of the bed, staring up at Izzy with a crooked smile. "Oh, didn't realize I needed to." he teases, "Is the promise of status and adventure not enough?" he asks, reaching forward to tug at a shirt sleeve, "Maybe more fancy clothes? Something leather-- to hold up in a fight."
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Turns out gifts have quite an effect on him.
Being a legend in his own right has never really been a part of the equation for Izzy. Not until now, anyway. He just wanted out. He wanted means, he wanted passage in the Caribbean.
Truthfully, Izzy wasn't really planning on being a pirate for very long. But this last fortnight or so has been incredible, and he finds himself getting attached.
Dangerous business.
He lowers himself down to perch on the bed next to his companion, so brave and charming and captivating.
"There is one thing I want."
Not that it's necessarily a negotiation. Sounds a bit like one, but.
"There's something I need to do in Curaçao. What are the chances that we'd make port there?"
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"Mm?" Ed's body turns to face Izzy more beside him, listening to the request. He inhales deeply, thinking for a moment as he reaches aside to the small table there to roll a cigarette. "Curaçao..." he breathes, shrugging, "Don't think it's on the docket. Could argue for it if we run low on citrus, maybe. Depends. What's your business there?"
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"There's a woman there," he answers but holds his hand up before it can go in that direction. Now, to make it a creditable mission:
"I met her when The Sp- when I was there last. She has some of my belongings...from home. Some of my mum's jewelry. I want it back."
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The words that he'd been about to say before hearing Izzy out break off and fall to nothing, and instead Ed just nods. "Curaçao it is."
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And if anyone can get him there, Izzy fully believes it's Edward Teach. He will always be grateful.
Will Ed be pissed when he finds out? Maybe. Maybe Izzy just isn't meant to be a pirate. Maybe he's only using this as a means to an end. Or maybe he'll bring his lady with and they can set sail for adventure. He hasn't thought it through. Such is the power of yearning and young first loves. Idiot.
He's quiet for a moment, smiling warm.
"Let's go back up," and he extends his hand.
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Needless to say it's a good thing right now that Ed believes him, and it will remain so as long as he does.
Ed takes the hand extended to him as leverage to get back up, releasing it to instead clap a friendly hand on his companion's shoulder. "Yeah, before all the liquor's gone."