Edward Teach had a lot of regrets. Big ones, small ones and every size in between. He knew he couldn't fix any of those mistakes. And he wouldn't given the choice. His past was set, and all of it led him to Stede.
Finding Stede was worth all the regret, all the torment.
But he could try and make amends. Slowly, carefully he thought through his crimes and he made a list.
First was Fang.
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The puppy was cute; small, pink and piggish. The mother had been one of those hairless beasts and the father a fancy English toy that had sewed its oats all over the island. It was scruffy and more friendly than was smart.
When he picked it up it wiggled its whole body in joy and tried to lick his face. Ed turned to Lucius, "What do you think? Will he like it?"
Lucius pet it's head and cooed over it.
"Oh absolutely, he'll cry over how cute it is."
Ed smiled. "Good, thank you."
They trekked back to the ship with the pup stuffed in Ed's coat, cuddled up against his chest. Fang was luckily on deck and Ed called him over.
"Brought you something, mate."
Ed reached into his coat and pulled out the pup.
Fang gasped and Ed saw tears well in his eyes.
"Really? Are you sure?"
There was fear and hope and Ed ached that he'd made his friend's first response be doubt.
"Yeah, I promise it's okay...I'm sorry for before, and I promise this one will be safe here."
Fang took the little dog and hugged it close, let it lick the tears from his cheeks and he grinned with excitement.
"Thank you, Cap, really."
Fang took a quick look under the pup's wiggling tail.
"She have a name?"
"Nope, that's for you to pick."
Fang thought a moment.
"Petal. She'll be Petal."
The joy on Fang's face was worth any mess she would cause.
"That's a fine name, mate. Go show her off."
Fang nodded and headed off.
Ed thought it was a good first step.
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Day 22: cozy #ouizzy
Izzy heard some muffled knocking and then the yelling signaling Frenchie was here.
"Babe! Babe! Open up!"
Izzy pulled the door open to Frenchie holding more things than seemed possible.
A blanket fell from the top of the precarious tower onto Izzy's head
"Oops, sorry, but if you could grab some of this I'd appreciate it."
Izzy was weak to Frenchie's shit-eating grin.
"Alright...Give it here."
"Cheers m'dear!" Frenchie replied with a quick kiss to Izzy's cheek.
"What is all of this?"
"Well, first night in your new place so I figured you wouldn't really have unpacked anything, yet. And you're you, so I figured you'd also be stressed about that.
The trip is a disaster from the start. Stede packs two suitcases for the weekend "just in case" and Ed's in a sour mood because "nature is gross."
Izzy had been planning a solo trip, but Stede had asked to go and he'd been too weak to argue. He knew Stede would hate camping the way Izzy liked. And where Stede went, Ed followed these days, and Ed would absolutely hate it.
The plan had been to leave Friday morning by 9, but Ed had slept in and then Stede insisted they needed to eat a full breakfast before hitting the road. So they didn't get in the car until noon.
"Israel, darling, what are you doing?"
Izzy rolled his eyes, but didn't respond.
Stede slapped his cheek.
"I asked you a question."
Izzy started to mumble a response, but Stede slapped him again.
"Don't talk with your mouth full."
Izzy released Stede's cock with an obscene slurp.
"What the fuck does it look like?"
He leaned in to suck Stede's prick back in his mouth, but Stede stopped him.
"I know what it looks like, Darling. You look fantastic on your knees like this. Doesn't he, Sweetness?"
Ed nodded from the chair across from them, eyes wide.
"You two look so hot like that. Could watch you all day."
"Thank you, Dear," Stede responded with a saccharine look to Ed. He looked back down to Izzy with his slack jaw, and flushed cheeks. His expression was utterly fond.
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Day 19: comfort
It's too bloody cold.
Izzy hasn't seen his breathe in the air since he left England, and he hasn't missed it.
Any skin touching the frigid air burns and he can't help shaking, his body reminding him that staying still means death.
Most of the crew has hidden below, huddling together to share their meagre warmth and ample supply of rum. Izzy curses them for hiding and himself for not joining them.
The only person seemingly unaffected is Buttons, and after sailing with the odd man for months, Izzy isn't surprised.
He motions to Izzy, indicating he has the ship handled for now. Izzy heads below, ready to shiver through the night in his cot.
Izzy spends most of his time in the crow's nest these days. He likes being away from the noise of the crew, but being close enough that they can get his attention when necessary. He likes having the wind on his face. And he likes that Ed can't climb up to see him with his knee.
Izzy needs to keep his distance, now, for both of their sakes. Edward is happy with Bonnet. Izzy sees how much now, and after seeing how he was without him, Izzy would do anything to keep him out of that darkness again. Even tolerating Bonnet was worth it.
Bonnet wasn't so bad anymore anyway. He made efforts to improve, be the kind of captain a crew respects. And Izzy is impressed at his progress, even if he'd never tell him so.