Archive of Our Own

Summary:

“You want to get into a life-boat and row over to shore in the middle of the night alone with more alcohol in our blood than fuckin’ Bacchus just so you can fulfill some romantic fantasy on a whim?”

“Well, I wouldn’t be alone, would I? What do you say?”

“I say we’re whim prone.” Ed shoots him a smile so loaded it should kill him on the spot. Without a second thought, Stede pins a notice to the cabin door for any worried crew that may come knocking (Izzy) and soon they’re climbing out of a dinghy in their nightclothes, feet squelching into beach sand, little white waves kissing their toes.