Ain't that always the way. Always a hair away from death. Always lurking around the next corner, the next job, the next risky docking to resupply. Izzy knows he'll have to be more alert than ever. Edward may seem like he has his head back in the game but he's hurting. And that makes him like a wild animal.
Unpredictable and extremely dangerous.
A sigh, looking to change the subject. There's no use being upset about ghosts.
Which is, of course, all that's waiting for him back in England and the only hope he'd have at the end of a hangman's noose.
"I don't know, why don't we do something fun. Let our hair down a little."
Yes, a great idea.
"Let's find ourselves a little ship and let loose. Kill 'em all and lock the helm towards land. Remind everyone who we are, ay? That'll cheer you up."
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.
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Unpredictable and extremely dangerous.
A sigh, looking to change the subject. There's no use being upset about ghosts.
Which is, of course, all that's waiting for him back in England and the only hope he'd have at the end of a hangman's noose.
"I don't know, why don't we do something fun. Let our hair down a little."
Yes, a great idea.
"Let's find ourselves a little ship and let loose. Kill 'em all and lock the helm towards land. Remind everyone who we are, ay? That'll cheer you up."
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"Just like old times." he replies, trying to sound enthusiastic. He doesn't.