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IZZY ALWAYS HAS A PLAN, & tonight is no different. as he descends silently belowdeck & makes for the brig, the only step left to execute is don't get caught. he didn't know exactly what would happen to him if his majesty's finest apprehended him in an attempt to free a pirate they had taken prisoner. but after the brutality he had witnessed them inflict upon the beautiful young man they had captured by chance, izzy had not been able to stop himself from taking the risk. it had been all he could think about then — when he'd screamed, when he'd doubled over, when the soldiers had laughed & taunted him — how to get the man off this ship before they could harm him again. & izzy is quite sure that he can do it, but he has to act quickly. so with a stolen key & no hesitation, he opens the cell & steps inside.
an injured predator can be dangerous, & izzy remembers well how quickly the man had thrown himself at the leutienant when he’d attacked his mother's heritage. but while there is a sword at his belt, izzy makes no move for the blade. it is not meant for this man. instead, his hands extend, palms up to show that he means no harm. ❝ no tricks. i swear it. on my mother. ❞ his tone softens when he speaks of her, as it always does.
the dim light in the brig makes it hard to assess the scale of the man’s injuries. but he had heard the crack of the rifle against the bone himself, & he can imagine the pain must be immense. izzy can help him up the stairs & across the deck, but the plan will fall to pieces if he can't hold himself upright enough to row. ❝ listen, i have a tender rigged & waiting for you. i’m on deck watch tonight, so no one will see you leave. i can help you get up the stairs & into the boat, & you should be able to put enough distance between yourself & this vessel before daylight if you row hard & travel with the current. but you have to go now. ❞ & then he extends his right hand, a clear offering of help. ❝ it's ok. you can trust me. ❞
he must have lost consciousness, between a rifle smashing against his knee and officers dragging him carelessly to the brig of one of his majesty's damn ships. at the very least they weren't laughing on their way down, nobody was: the agony rippling through his bones had triggered the worst of his temper like a dynamite fuse being lit. even bound and with nausea threatening to empty his stomach right there on deck, edward had scratched, bitten, and attempted to throttle at least one blue coated bastard ( no such luck, the fellow's still breathing ). the whip he could have endured, he's tasted it a few times on hornigold's ship, the sneers too ( boring, unoriginal, the same old drivel that could have been directed at any pirate ), but then it had gotten personal. then they thought it would have been funny to tell him that a cage is the only fit place for someone like him. and his mother both. to make it absolutely clear it wasn't about pirates anymore.
the sound of a door closing causes his head to snap up from the floor, where he was laying curled around his knee, and agony jolts through him anew as he scrambles to sit with his back to the wall. vision blurs and then doubles, but @musecraft 's voice makes it above the ringing in his ears enough to be heard: hey, how badly are you hurt? can you move? you think you can walk?
' fuck — ' the first thing out of his lips is a pained gasp, followed by a few shaking breaths. he almost wishes the man would bludgeon him in the head and return him to blissful darkness. ' stay away from me. ' he manages to hiss a weak warning, finally. but even with pain clenching his jaw leeching his face of color, he doesn't remember this one being among the laughing bastards above deck. edward has learned to analyze a dangerous situation quickly and he's sure of it, as much as he is sure that his knee is utterly fucked. brows furrow then, and he blinks in a desperate attempt to clear that awful fog from his eyes. ' are you trying to fucking trick me? '