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1. An RPF Drabble
He rolled his shoulders back so the sleeves slid down & left him bare above the waistband of his leather trousers. Well, bare but for the glove on his sword hand, grasping that now-familiar handle.
Silence. He centered himself, looked up, nodded.
"And...ACTION"
2. EdIzzy What If...
Izzy knew his captain would want to hear what happened on the island. But a wave of food poisoning swept through the ship that night, distracted them both.
And so Ed never learned that man's name. In time it began to fade from Izzy's memory too.
Steve, was it?
3. Hopeful EdIzzy
Another successful raid, another seed of a story sown to repair the legend of Blackbeard's ferocity after the recent falter.
Blood & sweat & makeup washed off in that copper bathtub. Behind closed doors, just the two of them, working to repair something softer.
4. Angsty EdIzzy
The hand that used to hold his own had grabbed his throat, then a pair of scissors, now a knife handle. Ed's cheek was the last place Izzy's hand had been. Soft, despite his sharp words. He knew the # of days etched into the wall marked the time since that touch.
5. Stizzy Candles, pt1
He could've stuck the needle in any of the flames surrounding them but instead chose the candle furthest away. Took his time ambling over & back. To feel Stede's eyes on him that much longer. To feel the tension near a breaking point as he reached his hand out...
6. Stizzy Candles, pt 2
...He felt his hands tremble, knowing it wasn't in anticipation of pain from a needle piercing his earlobe. Fought the urge to watch the hand nearing his face. Refused to be the one who broke eye contact. The touch of Izzy's fingertips felt hotter than any flame.
7. Stizzy Salad-Tossing
[Hand-waves the Revenge having a bunch of fresh produce onboard] Izzy's got the knife skills, so he chops the tomatoes, cucumber & other veggies. He lets Stede wash the lettuce & shred the leaves by hand.
"Okay, now which one of us is gonna toss this thing?"
8. Fang (and a certain someone else who may or may not be there)
It's Raid Day. Fang fastens his necklaces, shrugs on the special vest. Applying the kohl always makes him feel a bit artistic, makes him think of Lucius. "Wish he could sketch me looking like this"
He freezes. Was that a giggle...coming from *inside* the walls?
9. In Memoriam
Surrounded on all sides by the vast expanse of the ocean, but his eyes always feel pulled towards the unicorn. Or what's left of it, at least. A constant reminder of how so many things went wrong. No body to mourn, but Iz sees the blood on his hands all the same.