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🪐 — edward teach​ ;

@musecraft​  (   as izzy   )  says:  i've gotten you this far. trust me just a little longer.

izzy usually stays out of it when he's like this.   on the blue side of moody,  with no energy left to get out there and face his crew  (   it's the fearless,  bloodthirsty legend they want to see,  and he can't do that right now   ).  he usually closes the door and makes sure no one else sees how much of the myth is just another fuckery,  one they staged together.  edward doesn't get up,  his eyes stay closed,  half hidden under the back of his hand resting on his forehead,  but he hears izzy just fine  —  though his fingers kind of burn with the itch to reach for his aching,  fucked up knee.  and he can't do that,  not until his first mate decides to leave the room,  or he is told to.  izzy has more than enough on his hands,  it would be unfair to have him worry about that too.  most days,  edward is aware of it.  most days. 

❛  i do trust you,  iz.  ❜   tone is earnest,  instead of dismissive or distracted.  little does the world know,  after all,  that without israel fucking hands blackbeard would probably be long dead by now.  so this is a thank you of sorts,  the only kind of it traded between them:  a little rough around the edges,  not really out there in the open.

       NEVER PARTICULARLY GIFTED WITH WORDS, the things he truly wants to say get choked in his throat before they have the chance to reach his lips. but edward is a rare man,  &  when izzy says trust me, his captain hears his true meaning. he doesn’t have to say it; edward already knows the depths of his first mate’s devotion. they have learned each other’s language over the years, come to understand each other in a way no one else does. israel hands the only man alive who is privy to this side of the legendary blackbeard — the only man alive who is allowed near him when he is like this.  &  he is the only one who knows how to meet his captain’s ever-changing needs.

❝ the boys are taken care of — i’ve given them enough work to do that they won’t have time to wonder where you are.  &  with our current heading, we should be able to sail without incident for two more days, at least. ❞  the report is delivered cooly, his tone all business. blackbeard hasn’t called for him to come closer,  &  izzy knows better to approach without being asked, especially when his mood is this dismal. yet still he aches to cross the room to kneel before his captain’s chair, to catch his gaze  &  see that the fire he loved so dearly still smoldered in his those dark eyes. if only blackbeard would look at him, izzy would know that he was still where he belonged. when he speaks again, his voice is softer than before, almost pleading. ❝ but the ship needs her captain, edward. ❞  &  so do i.

Sam learned more ASL for Eileen even when she was dead. He loves her so much.