Only a sadist could laugh at this, and Lucius was only a sadist in select situations. He’d taken it as a joke back then- reasonably so, Izzy had been a dick to him and everyone else throughout that entire day- but he wasn’t laughing now. It was then that Lucius remembered what Fang had said that day on the ship. When he tried to sit up, turning his face toward Lucius, he was tinted green. “Yeah, Ed was asking where you were,” said Lucius, “Not sure if you should go up there like this, though.” “Does Blackbeard need me on deck?” he croaked. “Are you okay?” Lucius asked anyway, not completely sure why he cared. His back was facing Lucius, but he must have heard him coming, because he spat out a comparatively weak “fuck off.” He followed the sound behind Stede’s fancy curtain, where he found Izzy tucked in a corner on the floor, in sort of a half committed fetal position. Lucius was now significantly more worried than annoyed. Was he lounging in luxury while the rest of them– Captains included- were busting their asses? Lucius stormed up to the door, fully prepared to have a word with Izzy.īut when he entered the Captains’ quarters, the little man was nowhere to be found. The little shit wouldn’t- he didn’t go into the Captains’ quarters. “Izzy! Isabel Handjobs, where have you run off to?” He said that last part more to himself than anything, but he heard a groan coming from his left anyway. The little man would disappear the moment things got tough just to be contrarian. “Izzy?” he called, moving around below deck. He wasn’t in the rec room, the ball room, or the jam room (where Lucius stopped to put the bongo drums in a place where they wouldn’t roll around.) He was starting to get worried that Izzy was off somewhere causing trouble, and, on a deeper, more subconscious level, that he might be in trouble. He couldn’t resist a little huff as he went. Lucius bit back his retort, which was that Izzy going overboard would make everyone’s days around here a bit more pleasant, and walked off to go look for the bastard. “Go look for him, would you? In a storm like this, it’s easy for someone to go overboard.” But as soon as Ed spoke, Lucius wanted nothing more than to hold onto the ropes for eternity. Lucius, upon seeing his co-captain come his way, was hoping that he would be given a different task, considering that rope burn would be awful for his calligraphy. Lucius hated hard work, but he hated swimming even more (in that he didn’t know how to do it), so he held on with everyone else.Ībout twenty minutes into the storm, in a brief intermission between the waves that flung the ship back and forth, Ed left his post. It was all hands on deck- or, all feet on deck, at least- the whole crew holding onto the ropes just to keep the ship from keeling over. Granted, he’d only been a pirate for about two months, and he hadn’t paid much attention to storms before then, but still.
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