Okay okay okay so I've been thinking about this premise and a conversation Stede would have with Izzy but some alterations: Izzy is 55 and goes back 30 years, so he's 25 here. The week passes without Izzy turning back and they actually do all leave the island. (#steddyhands)
And I'm thinking it's two weeks later and Izzy has stuck around because where the fuck else is he going to go, but also because Stede is DETERMINED to get Izzy to like him. Like, it's bordering on obsession. Ed teases him that he's just taken by how pretty Izzy used to be.
Stede finds himself grumbling something about Izzy having been pretty before he got thrown forward in time, but he quickly stops that train of thought and goes back to planning the little ways he can weasel into Izzy's day.

Izzy, for his part, is completely bewildered.
Ed teases him about it just as much as he teases Stede. He can see the way Izzy blushes when Stede does something gentlemanly, even as simple as holding the door open for him. He watches as Izzy leans forward whenever Stede is close, like a moth to flame.
The issue is that every time Izzy catches himself in these moments, he shuts down and finds some excuse to leave the room. Ed advises Stede that he's maybe coming on too strong, which makes Stede pout, which forces Ed to kiss the pout off his face. The conversation peters out.
With Edward's advise considered (and his party idea ruined, damn him) Stede decides he should just approach Izzy in his off-time, and strike up a conversation like a normal person.

The opportunity presents itself at sunset when he finds Izzy on deck admiring the view.
(okay my setup is done gotta do the work thing then I get to get this conversation OUT OF MY HEAD)

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Aug 1
Stede slides up with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. The previous week he discovered that Izzy prefers whiskey to rum, a fact he intends to remember and use to his advantage.

Izzy accepts the drink and they chat about the ship before falling into a companionable silence.
Stede finally breathes in deeply, turns to Izzy, and opens his mouth to speak-

“No matter what you ask, I can only answer for myself, you know.”

Stede’s mouth snaps shut and the ghost of a laugh crosses Izzy’s breath. Yet another thing to remember, Stede thinks.
“Well, I should hope you only answer questions for yourself!”

“I mean the me I am now, not the me that I was a couple of weeks ago.”

“I daresay you’re the same man in more ways than you think.”

Izzy looks forlornly at his glass. “Not all, though.”
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Jul 16
(Part 8/finale!!, hurt/comfort tweetfic)

Israel hadn’t screamed, but everything on deck stops as if he had. Stede is still frozen in place, jaw slack. Jim hasn’t raised their blade again. William’s crew must see something in Edward’s face because many lower their weapons.
Israel is about to call out to him again when Edward finally begins to turn. His movements are slow and deliberate, or maybe that’s just time stretching seconds into hours.

Their eyes meet. Nothing else exists for Israel in that moment but Edward…who looks fucking terrified.
“Edward,” Israel says again, quieter, taking a step into the light. He sees Edward’s breath catch and is overwhelmed by the urge to run to him, to smooth away whatever fear has taken hold of his captain, but Israel is fairly certain it’s his fault.

So instead he waits.
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Jul 16
(Part 7, hurt/comfort tweetfic)

Israel moves to stand under the grates covering the cargo hatch so he can keep an eye out. He sees William standing with his pistol drawn, but doesn’t yet hear the noise of a fight. What he hears is-

“Ahoy, there! Seems we’ve finally caught you!”
Bonnet sounds the like the exact same chipper peacock he was when he left, fucking christ-

Two heavy thuds as recognizable as Israel’s own heartbeat hit the deck next. “And it was a pain in the fucking ass, so don’t try anything brave. My patience is already up.”

Edward.
The tension on deck ratchets up once Blackbeard makes his appearance. Israel catches one of the youngest of the crew shifting his weight, a hand on his dagger and a very bad decision brewing in his head.

Bonnet is oblivious. “Now then, we’ll be taking your-“
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Jul 16
(Part 6, hurt/comfort tweetfic)

Two months later and Izzy is asleep in his bunk when a commotion on deck has his eyes flying open.

“Pirates!”

He launches himself upright, grabs the cutlass and pistol he keeps by his bed, and rushes up the stairs.
The moonless night has given way to the first lights of dawn, and Izzy curses under his breath. On the horizon, much closer than it should be, is a much larger ship flying a clearly black flag. They must have extinguished all their lights to take advantage of the dark.
William is by the wheel, eyeglass pressed to his face and complexion white as a sheet.

“Captain?”

He lowers the glass with a grim expression. A number of scenarios go through Israel’s head, the final and most frightening of which is-

“Blackbeard.”
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Jul 15
(Part 5, hurt/comfort tweetfic)

Captain William Connell is just over 60, with more years spent sailing than most of his crew have spent alive. Izzy knows he’s been clocked as a pirate, but as they talk it’s not a subject that comes up.
What does come up is that Izzy is a competent sailor looking for a fresh start, and William is in need of someone on crew with “a head on their shoulders and a brain behind their eyes.”

When they emerge above deck Izzy stands up straight and introduces himself as Israel.
Israel learns that spending a lifetime as a pirate makes him uniquely adept at avoiding them. Over the next few months he suggests small improvements to the ship, which William always enacts.

The first time they outrun another ship the crew gets him so drunk he sleeps 24 hours.
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Jul 15
(Part 4, hurt/comfort tweetfic)

All of that is to say, again, that faking his fucking death was supposed to be the fucking hard part.

But then he starts feeling the ship rock with the familiar rhythm of a sea about to storm, and he remembers how back his luck is.
He’s grateful it’s been well over a day since they set sail, at least there’s nothing in his stomach to throw up when he feels it churning.

He keeps himself from dry-heaving to avoid the noise, but with the way the crew is screaming at each other on deck it isn’t needed.
A nasty wave hits the ship and Izzy’s shoulder slams onto the wall. He hisses in pain as he hears “man overboard!” and realizes that he may have gone through the trouble of faking his death just to fucking die in a storm two days later.

That’s not going to happen.
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