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Edward is pushed unceremoniously into a small, dark room and lands on his knees, then his hands. He stares down at the floorboards and the door falls shut behind him with a heavy thud.
"Oh, hell," says a familiar voice like a gut punch. "I was really hoping for a nicer reunion than this."
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- Part 2 of the only proof the field existed
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21 May 2022
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15 May 2022
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The guard posted on their barracks gives Ed a weird look as he sneaks back in that night, almost like he wants to bolt. It's not entirely unexpected--though the rest of these idiots may think he's tamed, this one has sound cause to think differently--but the back of his neck prickles a warning at that look of terror all the same.
There isn't much he needs to collect, and he'd packed most of it up before leaving to acquire a dinghy. No sense being weighed down with obvious proof he means to escape. Stede's bunk is already empty, of course, the man himself led off by the guard outside half an hour before, but this is Stede. Best if Ed checks for himself to be sure he didn't leave behind anything important.
Like his stockings. And his shoes. And every fucking thing else save the piss-poor clothes the quartermaster gave him. What the entire fuck?
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21 Apr 2022
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Post-S1. Stede Bonnet would very badly like to make amends. Edward Teach would very badly like to cut his heart out.
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20 Apr 2022
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"So, this… look you're going for," Lucius starts, testing the waters.
Blackbeard stares at him with vacant eyes. Jesus. Lucius is viscerally reminded of the man's dead-eyed look before he pushed him overboard.
"Does it feel like the right choice for you? Are we happy with it?"
"Do you have a fever?" Blackbeard asks, voice hoarse.
Lucius cocks his head and says, "Don't think so. Do I look hot?" He winks.
Blackbeard lifts his hand and presses his fingers roughly against Lucius' forehead.
"What are you—"
"No fever," Blackbeard grunts and draws back. "Good. Didn't want to cut off your fucking hand."
Lucius drawls, "I'm touched."
Or: Lucius survives. For better or for worse.
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- Part 1 of the only proof the field existed
Bookmarked by DearRarah
19 Apr 2022