oh , fuck off .

#   KRAKEPT  :   independent + private   ISRAEL  ‟  izzy  ”  HANDS   /   from hbo’s   our flag means death .   written  by  vi   (   21+ ,   he / him   )   .   CARRD .

izzy accepting the whole ‘ co-captain ‘ thing but also intentionally turning his bad ear towards stede

thinking about izzy actually finding someone other than ed that he feels comfortable around & he feels appreciated by tbh 

it’s not sunday but the soft little whimper iz makes when you pull his hair

     ❝      ‘thanks .     ❞     he grumbles out ,   voice low   (   difficult to hear himself .  )   a wince as he glances down to the damage ,   extremity swollen & thankful to resting.   shoulders sag ,   the first mate slumping forward   /   the ringing in his bad ear almost deafening in the silence of the night.

     ❝      this ain’t a fuckin’ vacation ,   you’re bein’ held captive .     ❞     a shake of his head & a disbelieving roll of the eyes   /   so this is how bonnet deals with stowaways ?   the girl seems all too eager to be around pirates ---   if you could consider this crew pirates.   the sea air blows through her cropped hair ,   & a brilliant smile luminates her features.   christ.     ❝      what ,   you mean all the water ?   not really scenery ,  is  it .     ❞     he grumbles ,   almost to himself ,   a warning sneer directed to anyone that comes too near   (   if they start talking with the girl ,   he’ll never get them to stop .   )

     ❝      ‘s a fuckin’ bar ,   candy .     ❞     he rasps out ,   one hand resting atop the blade at his side ,   the other hanging idle.   why he has to stay behind to watch after the kid is beyond him ---   he’s the fucking first mate for christ’s sake ,   not a babysitter.   you’d think his presence would be of higher priority   (   fucking bonnet .   )     ❝      ‘sides ,   jackie’s ain’t the kind of place for a kid like you .     ❞

i said what i said 

modern iz needing a hearing aid but being too stubborn to get one

i can’t believe izzy got jealous of stede having ed’s attention so he decided to go make out with lucius

     uncovered hand lifts to take hold of the back of lucius’ neck ,   not yet pulling ,   but gripping tightly.   brow pinches in thought ,   a hungry yet hesitant look in his eye.   it’s a pathetic look ---   an abandoned mutt whose master long since has turned his affections elsewhere ,   desperate to be in anyone’s favor again   (   i can be good ,   please let me show you .   )     ❝      fuck ---     ❞     is the only thing he manages to get out before closing that distance ,   crushing their mouths together with a fierceness he hasn’t felt in some time.   a part of him worries :   they are in bonnet’s quarters ,   what if edward were to walk in ?   but as he tastes the other man on his tongue ,   teeth biting at that smug mouth ---   he decides he really doesn’t care.