#sorry izzy

Izzy managed to pull himself back on the Revenge and felt a wave of relief wash over him. They’d made it. After five days of imprisonment and torture Izzy, Pete, Jim and Fang had made it back to the Revenge. Hurting, but alive. 

There was a chorus of voices and cries and the crew of the Revenge rushed forward. Olu and Jim embraced and fell to their knees. Lucius somehow managed to wrap and arm around both Pete and Fang. The crew was happy and cheering around them. 

Roach was already trying to pry the tortured crew away to treat them and ask if they were alright. 

No one came to check in on Izzy. No one was cheering now that he was back. He tried to ignore the feeling of hurt.

“Izzy!” Edward called and Izzy brightened a little. There, at least someone was happy to see him. But as Izzy came forward he could tell the look on Edward’s face was no joy at seeing Izzy alright, it was anger that any of his crew had been hurt. He had a look of determination that meant he was going to go after the men who had tortured them. 

“Tell me as much as you can,” Edward said, taking Izzy into the Captain’s Cabin. Izzy spent the next half hour going into detail about who had been hurting him and the crew for the past few days. 

“We’ll be able to take them,” Edward said. 

“Easily I would think, they’re not going to expect us,” Stede said. 

Izzy shifted in his chair and winced. His back had been flayed open on the first night and it was still healing. His throat was sore from being nearly hung on the second day. His ribs were bruised from the third day. He had a horrible sunburn on his back and was still thirsty from the fourth day. He’d nearly drowned just that morning before they escaped. It was a lot. 

“Are you going to be alright for a fight Izzy?” Edward asked. 

“Of course,” Izzy said, but he kept the rest of his thoughts to himself.. He’d been fucking tortured for days and was exhausted and in pain. He needed water, he needed to sleep for a couple days, and he really needed a hug. He’d spend days fearing he and members of the crew he cared for would die. Days spent hoping and longing for home. Days spent trying to get their tormentors to go after him and not the others.

Edward looked at him closely then sighed, “Why don’t you go take a nap I’ll wake you when we’re there.” 

“Yes Captain,” Izzy said. Izzy got up to leave and tried not to wince in pain as he did. 

“Oh and Izzy?” 

“Yes?” 

“Don’t worry, we’ll get them,” Edward said. Izzy nodded. He believed they would. Edward could still be quite terrifying when he wanted to be. He had no doubt the men that tortured him would pay with their lives.

Izzy saw Roach on deck tending to Pete’s wounds while Fang waited. Izzy knew his wounds weren’t going to be fatal and probably had gone too long to be stitched. He would recover without help. Izzy heard Jim and Olu talking in their room as he passed. Izzy shut the door to his room and eased himself carefully into bed. 

Izzy tried not to cry and failed. He hurt both physically and mentally and no one had even reacted like they were glad he was back. Oh Edward was glad for the information and he would be glad of the help but glad that Izzy was back? Maybe not. No one was. The whole new thing of taking it through and showing affection. Apparently it wasn’t for Izzy. 

Part of it was Izzy’s fault; he had no idea how to ask for affection, he had no idea how to approach the subject of the fact that he would like a hug or some comfort now and then. He’d spent far too long pushing that down and ignoring the need. But shouldn’t they know? Shouldn’t they realize that Izzy was human and needed care now and then? Or was it that they just didn’t have it in them to care for him. 

Izzy cried until the exhaustion overcame him and he fell asleep. 

stede: which one we have nine

kidnapper: the loud, annoying, rowdy kid who never shuts up

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EDIT I am cryin, even the title of this video is kjakdhaksjfhasjkhf:

Izzy: I guess they are, boss

Blackbeard: You know what else is beautiful?

Izzy *blushes*: What?