Blackbeard (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} saltpepperbeard) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} chaosisland,@ 2022-09-08 01:43:00 |
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Who: Ed and Stede
What: Talking, TBD
Where: Starting on their boat
When: Just after sunrise Thursday
Closed/Ongoing/No warnings yet
Ed slid himself up against Stede’s back, chin on his shoulder, one hand around his middle while the other held a delicate teacup. They were on the ship now and though many things about it, and himself, and Stede had changed, the teacups had been replaced just as they had been. There were some things Ed didn’t want to lose, even if he didn’t actually like tea all that much.
He stared out over the water from his perch over Stede’s shoulder, wondering if they were looking at the same things, what the world looked like through Stede’s eyes. He thought it must be beautiful, but also wondered if maybe it was boring by now.
“You miss it?” he asked bluntly. He hadn’t really intended to, the words just fell from him at the whim of an overactive mind, but he had been wondering. Ed was all too willing to settle, to leave the life of wild adventure and piracy behind, but he’d barely ever known anything else. He was tired of it. He had always assumed he’d die long before a life of calm and routine would be even an option. But Stede had only just started his adventure, had already known a life of domesticity and island living. Where the only thing Ed missed was a handful off people (and even having that was a new concept to him), Stede had a whole life he’d worked for taken from him. Sure, they had the ship and the sea, but there was little pirating to be had and they could only go so far before finding themselves forced back. And even that they couldn’t do often as it was exhausting to actually sail the ship with just the two of them.
But he kept doing it. Because he knew how much being on this ship had meant to Stede and didn’t want him to grow to resent being stuck here with him. “We could take her out again. My knee isn’t too bad and the weather seems alright.” He didn’t recognize the sky today, but the air felt right. “Or a nature walk?” Stede seemed to like those, he thought, as long as they didn’t go too deep into the green island.
What: Talking, TBD
Where: Starting on their boat
When: Just after sunrise Thursday
Closed/Ongoing/No warnings yet
Ed slid himself up against Stede’s back, chin on his shoulder, one hand around his middle while the other held a delicate teacup. They were on the ship now and though many things about it, and himself, and Stede had changed, the teacups had been replaced just as they had been. There were some things Ed didn’t want to lose, even if he didn’t actually like tea all that much.
He stared out over the water from his perch over Stede’s shoulder, wondering if they were looking at the same things, what the world looked like through Stede’s eyes. He thought it must be beautiful, but also wondered if maybe it was boring by now.
“You miss it?” he asked bluntly. He hadn’t really intended to, the words just fell from him at the whim of an overactive mind, but he had been wondering. Ed was all too willing to settle, to leave the life of wild adventure and piracy behind, but he’d barely ever known anything else. He was tired of it. He had always assumed he’d die long before a life of calm and routine would be even an option. But Stede had only just started his adventure, had already known a life of domesticity and island living. Where the only thing Ed missed was a handful off people (and even having that was a new concept to him), Stede had a whole life he’d worked for taken from him. Sure, they had the ship and the sea, but there was little pirating to be had and they could only go so far before finding themselves forced back. And even that they couldn’t do often as it was exhausting to actually sail the ship with just the two of them.
But he kept doing it. Because he knew how much being on this ship had meant to Stede and didn’t want him to grow to resent being stuck here with him. “We could take her out again. My knee isn’t too bad and the weather seems alright.” He didn’t recognize the sky today, but the air felt right. “Or a nature walk?” Stede seemed to like those, he thought, as long as they didn’t go too deep into the green island.