I hope sending you all these maybe idea prompts as an ask is okay? Was torn between sending these as an ask or dming them because as an ask, they're just a big lump of bulletpoints. I don't know if any of these will inspire you, but your writing is fantastic :)
Izzy's been secretly married to Sam for all these years. Normally he meets up with Sam while on shore leave. This stop at the pirate's republic isn't any different. Except it is; Bonnet's crew won't leave him alone. A) Izzy just wants to spend his shore leave how he wants. B) Maybe he can at least keep this from becoming Sam's problem as well?
(takes place after ep 10) The Revenge hasn't been to port in months. Despite the raids to restock from, it isn't enough to keep the crew content and in shape enough to continue successful raids long term. The Kraken is still as wild and unpredictable as ever. Edward will take this ship down with him, just as the kraken drags ships to the bottom of the sea. Izzy reflects of the mutiny on Hornigold's fleet (paralleling current conditions), what he wants for the future, and those he cares about. (If you want to include bellhands in this: The next ship they raid is one that is in business with bellamy. Whether or not Izzy is already involved with Bellamy or not is up to you.)
Izzy and Buttons on night watch together. The sea tells Buttons things about the past Izzy'd rather not think about. (For a happier(?) take: Izzy didn't know Sam was still alive)
Stede insists on celebrating birthdays, anniversaries, and other such notable events as a crew. Chaos ensues
(takes place after izzy's banished from the ship but before ep 8) Izzy has been banished from the Revenge under circumstances any other captain would have seen as sheer and utter bullshit. He has a plan. It's a terrible, no good, rotten bitch of a plan- a last ditch effort- but it's all he's got. Problem is, Jack isn't where he had been since Anne and Mary kicked him out. While trying to find out where Jack went to, Izzy runs into someone else he knows
Thank you so much for each of these!! My brain definitely went ‘bzzzzzz’ at them!!! Will throw ideas around for a while (and happily with you if you fancy!) and in the mean time, first scene ideas are for some are:
The hum of the bar faded into the background as Izzy returned Sams easy smile. Lifting his hand, intending to place it on a knee, Izzy froze as a frantic voice burst over his shoulder:
“Izzy, how much shit would be we in if we say…shagged one of Jackies husbands behind a barrel and Jackie walked in on it…theoretically,” Lucius panted, still pulling his shirt on and looking hastily over his shoulder.
Hand dropping away from his husbands leg, Izzy quickly drew his sword and cursed the scribe as he eyed Jackies approach.
Izzys was halted in his approach upstairs by the crews collective moans.
“I know your old Izzy, but come on, it’s barely 9…you really want to sit alone in that grotty room and brood,” Lucius scoffed.
“Yeah man, sit with us a while longer.”
“come on ye wee fucker, I’ll buy you a drink,” Big John offered. “Besides, you don’t want to miss the show - I hear it has really mermaids!”
It was on Izzy’s tongue to spit that in that ‘grotty room’ was a gorgeous man, all hot skin and rough hands. That drink was watered down and the mermaid was a man call Steve who had a penchant for shells on his tits.
“Don’t make us drag you out of your room,” Frenchie teased with a beguiling shake of a full glass.
With a fleeting look upstairs, Izzy dropped back to his seat to cheers.
“I understand the need for your crew to have your attention at sea, but this is green land Israel - it’s my fucking turn!” Sam hissed, frustration bleeding into his eyes.
“I can’t help it if the stupid twats are following me around like sheep!” Izzy shot back, guilt and agreement at war.
“Tell them to sod off!” Sam exclaimed, drawing attention from the bar keep. “Jesus Christ Iz - your first mate, not a babysitter!”
“No real difference with this lot,” Izzy said, trying to lighten his husbands mood. It didn’t work.
“So help me God Iz, I will put your whole fucking crew in a lock up if you don’t get some work life balance…”
“The sea wishes to talk to ya, Mr Hands,” Buttons said, breaking the gentle peace of the evening.
“Tell her I’m busy,” Izzy replied, not bothering to comment on the insanity of the comments.
“You’ve been busy these past 8 years…she’s been patient enough,” Buttons said, oddly demanding for sounding away with the fairies. “She said her salt come from the tears of men, but she needs to give your’s back.”
“What are you bleating out? Seriously, King George speaks more sense then you,” Izzy spat, annoyance creeping at the intense way Buttons was acting.
“The tears you shed for your hearts love,” Buttons said plainly. “She said you gave them in false grief.”
Izzy felt cold, like he had been dunked within the blasted ocean. His chest tightened, and his breath refused to move.
“Aye,” Buttons carried on. “She’s sorry her temper caused you to drift apart, but she wants to hear your laugh again. But she can only help so much and your heart is becoming dispondant.”
“And the Swede has asked for 18th of September to be his birthday!” Stede said with a flourish as he added the Swedes name to the calendar. “Any more?”
“Ooo, me mam and me used to celebrate October 31 - where the veil between the living and dead is thin. We used to make masks to scare the ghosties away,” Wee John said with glee, reliving the memory with a grin. Frenchie looked intrigued.
“Love it! Nice little holiday before Christmas time!” Stede beamed, happy to add to the paper.
The calendar was looking wonderful - birthdays and celebrations littered the year, breaking up the time and celebrating each and every one of them in some little way.
“Right, well if thats all then-“
“What ‘bout your anniversary Iz?” Ed cut in, looking back at Izzy, who was crossed armed against the wall.
The look on Izzy’s face was murderous.
“Shut the fuck up Edward!” He hissed.
The crews questions came thick, and Stede was looking at Izzy like he was a treasure map to be solved. Ed, preparing to take Izzy’s wrath, provided the answer.
“His wedding anniversary mate, February 22nd.”
“Fucking Twat!” Izzy spat, looking strangely betrayed. “That’s no one’s business!”
“And how many times have you missed it cos I could never keep track of the date - hence Stedes genius idea of a calendar! Besides it’s 25 years this year Iz! Stedes right, we should celebrate these things!” Ed, pleaded, puppy eyes shining full force. “I mean the wedding was legendary, we should have something even better for you quarter decade!”
“I have so, so many questions,” Lucius purred, delighted at the sudden drama opening up before him.
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