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“So, do we get to spar now?”
“No. You’re not ready yet.”
“What do you mean I’m not ready? I spent all day learning how to hold the damn thing!”
Izzy tilted his head to the side. “Follow me.”
Stede followed Izzy down to a secluded room filled with unlit candles. Izzy struck a match and lit them one by one. One of the laces on Izzy’s sleeve passed dangerously close to a flame as he turned. The last thing he needed was to catch fire in front of Stede Bonnet. He pulled off his shirt and dropped it to the ground.
“This will be your next task.” Izzy got himself into position and sliced his sword through the air, putting out all the candles without touching a single one.
When he looked back up, Stede’s eyes were wide and lingering, but not on Izzy’s sword. “My eyes are up here, Bonnet. I thought you were in love with Edward, for fuck’s sake.”
“I am. But you’re a very attractive man.”
Izzy smirked. “Am I now?”
“Yes.”
Izzy moved in, and in an instant, he had Stede’s back pressed against the wall, the tip of his sword to his throat, his mouth so close to Stede’s that Stede could nearly taste his breath. “Still think so?”
Stede swallowed hard, his throat bobbing against the tip of the blade. “Yes.”
Izzy grinned and spun away on his heel, removing the sword from Stede’s neck. “Fuck off. Now come put out these candles before we burn the whole fucking ship down.”