The Captain would know whether Guabancex was originally a passenger or not. Guabancex who is, apparently, an elemental of this realm. Who is romantically entangled with Friday, and was brought back to the ship via fatality - enforced by Friday, herself.]
This is a fuckery.
[Whispered, to himself.
Fucking fuck. This is all some great, dramatic fuckery for amusement just like everything else. It's a fuckery and he fell for it, just like he fell for Blackbeard. The, until now, single greatest fuckery Israel Hands has ever witnessed.
He is just. Flabbergasted. For a moment. All his scheming and planning and for what--]
[So rude. He opens his mouth. Closes it. thinks. Opens it again. He is so confused.]
You say that, but you're bored as fuck in all this, and what fun is anything without an adversary? There's no story, no drama, do you really mean to tell me she's just some...rando passenger the same as the rest of us.
Anything I make, I can control, to a certain extent. And anything I can control, even just a little bit, isn't as fun as something I can't control at all.
[For a moment Izzy looks just so fucking-- furious, heart broken, devastated, grief ridden, broken. Welling with emotion that makes his throat tight. Nearly impossible to choke out anything.
[Izzy spins on his heel to leave before violently changing his mind and closing the distance between them. It's stupid, but he doesn't care, and fists his hands into the Captain's shirt front.]
He was my fucking matelot, you prick! Do you have any idea!? Do you have any idea what it is to lose the one person you l- the only person who meant anything to you!? Do you!?
You will regret this. You will regret this until you are thinking of me in all your waking hours. Thinking long and hard and begging to have made this right!
[And before Izzy can process the words he's just said in all seriousness to the Captain whilst close enough to kiss him, he shoves off and then pisses off.]
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I'd like to think that I wouldn't be able to create a being so annoying, but I did create Friday, so your suspicions are warranted.
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The Captain would know whether Guabancex was originally a passenger or not. Guabancex who is, apparently, an elemental of this realm. Who is romantically entangled with Friday, and was brought back to the ship via fatality - enforced by Friday, herself.]
This is a fuckery.
[Whispered, to himself.
Fucking fuck. This is all some great, dramatic fuckery for amusement just like everything else. It's a fuckery and he fell for it, just like he fell for Blackbeard. The, until now, single greatest fuckery Israel Hands has ever witnessed.
He is just. Flabbergasted. For a moment. All his scheming and planning and for what--]
Yes or no, Captain.
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You say that, but you're bored as fuck in all this, and what fun is anything without an adversary? There's no story, no drama, do you really mean to tell me she's just some...rando passenger the same as the rest of us.
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That is why you're all here, after all. For fun.
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If you're lucky.
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[His smile is. Very tight. Are you feasting? You should be. This is a banquet of anguish.]
You've acquired someone of mine. What's happened to him?
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[Smaller now. A little desperate. A lot vulnerable.]
Please. What's happened to him?
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But what did he expect.]
Fine.
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He was my fucking matelot, you prick! Do you have any idea!? Do you have any idea what it is to lose the one person you l- the only person who meant anything to you!? Do you!?
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Fuck you!
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[blinks]
Are we done here.
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[And before Izzy can process the words he's just said in all seriousness to the Captain whilst close enough to kiss him, he shoves off and then pisses off.]
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