Izzy's boots clap sharply on the wood as he makes his way down the deck. He stops when he spots the crew idle and playing cards out in the open, and a wave of irritation wracks his body as the sound of chit-chat and laughter fills his ears. He stomps towards them, feeling his rage grow and getting decidedly pissed as he remembers that he is no longer allowed to slap any of them on the side of the head.
"Does anyone ever fucking work on this fucking ship?" he spits at the assembled crew members.
"Aw, Izzy, are you feeling left out?" Lucius responds with a lilt and a smile. "You know you could just ask to join us?"
"It's all good Iz" says Wee John. "We finished all our chores. Besides Stede said we could finish early today."
Izzy feels bile rising in his throat at the mention of Stede. Fucking Stede. He gnashes his teeth and ignores both Lucius and Wee John.
"Have any of you idiots seen Ed? Been looking for him but neither him nor… Stede are in the captain's cabin."
The crew all shrug and mutter various non-committal comments.
"I'm pretty sure that if you can't find them, they don't want to be found if you catch my drift" says Roach with a raised eyebrow.
"What?" asks Izzy, pre-annoyed.
"Yeah, they're probably buggering each other somewhere," says Pete helpfully. "They're not into the whole having an audience thing" he adds with a shrug.
Irritation and panic take hold of Izzy's increasingly pounding heart.
"They are NOT buggering each other you twat!" he spits at Pete. "Don't project your own perversions on Ed you filth!"
"Whoa, not cool!" Lucius stands up defensively.
Jim raises up slowly and a ring of metal can be heard as they draw a knife in each hand.
"I suggest you fuck off now, puta. Not another word or one of these will find their way in your skull. Understood?" they snarl, twirling the knives in their hands.
Izzy knows Jim would do it so he turns and leaves in a huff. He hates this stupid crew. Hates fucking Stede Bonnet. Hates how Ed looks at him, smiles at him, laughs at all his stupid jokes. He knows Ed is infatuated with the man but he also knows Ed's history, knows he won't fuck that stupid English puff. And there is no way Stede fucking Bonnet would fuck Ed. No way, he doesn't have the balls for it.
He storms bellow deck to fetch himself a drink. He feels utterly pissed and humiliated so the only thing he can think to do right know is get himself a bottle of booze, drink it alone in his cabin then wank himself to sleep while thinking of Ed. Where is he gone by the way? It is so fucking unnerving.
He wrenches the kitchen door open and freezes, unable to understand what he is seeing for a minute. Ed is sitting on the kitchen table, leather pants down to his ankles and thighs spread wide. And in between his legs Stede Fucking Bonnet's head is bobbing back and forth.
Blood rushes to his face when he realizes what he is witnessing. His eyes widen and his mouth pops open.
"Oh…My…God!" he blurts, appalled.
Ed's eyes clap on Izzy's face. "Oh Izzy, fuck" he slurs.
Bonnet's mouth leaves Ed's cock with a wet pop. "Izzy?"
Crimson with embarrassment, Izzy slams the door shut before practically running back to his cabin. Once there he locks the door with fumbled movements then throws himself on his bunk, pressing his face into his pillow.
"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" he yells. Letting the tension go with every shout.
Tears well up in his eyes but he fights them back, refusing to be emotional about this. He can't believe it. Stede fucking Bonnet giving Ed a blowjob? What does this mean? Did that wanton little whore seduce him? Nah, Ed must have just been horny and Stede was the closest available person.
Izzy exhales slowly into his pillow as he remembers the nights a drunk Ed would look at him with warm and lustful eyes and say "I'm so horny Iz… Come here and give me a blowie…". And Izzy would give him one of course. He'd loved that to his knowledge he was the person Ed asked for this kind of favor the most if at all. He knew Ed had had a few dalliances with other men, but they were few and far between. Izzy was always the remaining constant in his life. And for a moment Izzy thought that meant something. Izzy shuts his eyes and lets out a trembling sigh. He suddenly feels tired and so he doesn't fight the incoming drowsiness and drifts off.