#izzy&ely

[swallowsandamazons]

Starter for @heyseadog requested from X

Ely has their own little cabin on the ship. They're not entirely sure why or whether it can really be classed as a cabin. It's about the size of a cupboard, really, with some pallets on the floor to create an elevated 'bed'. Their best guess is that it was given to them to stop them from annoying any of the other crew. Most of the time, they were perfectly content with having their own room. They liked being alone sometimes and having the opportunity to decompress. Having ones own room did, however, mean that nobody was around to save Ely from particularly large spiders if the need arose.

A squeak of distress slipped through the half opened door to Ely's cupboard room just as Izzy Hands walked past. They hopped up onto their 'bed' for security and shot a glance to the silhouette that had been walking past.

"Mr Hands!" They called out, voice laced with panic brought on by the mug sized creature on the floor. "C-could you help me, please?"

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@ofthehighseas asked: “Why aren’t you on deck with the crew?” from Izzy

Ely wasn't one for constant noise. They knew very well that that wasn't often a feature of successful pirate... but so far, things had gone surprisingly well. They would wake up early in the morning, before everyone else. That was ridiculously early on a ship but they didn't mind it. The quiet let them get a number of chores done before the hustle and bustle of the ship really came to a crescendo. By the afternoon, they'd essentially finished all of the tasks that needed to be done while everyone else was rushing around, frantically trying to stay on top of things. Occasionally, they'd be needed to tie some ropes or keep watch in the crows nest but mostly their job consisted of making sure that Captain Blackbeard and Mr Hands had everything they needed.

By this point in the afternoon, they were able to avoid the burning heat of the sun and sit in the belly of the boat. They were sat on a barrel, organising their notes and to do lists when they were jump-scared by Izzy speaking. Instinctively, they jumped to the conclusion that they'd done something wrong and were in trouble... even though they'd done all of their tasks for the day.

"I-I didn't want to um get under anyones feet... and I'm mostly done for the day s-so I just thought I'd go over some of the things I've learnt..." They informed, stumbling over their words and anxiously tugging on their sleeves. They forced themselves to swallow back their nerves.

"Do you need anything, sir?

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@smokedanced asked: ' This is the last time I go anywhere with you. ' from Izzy

Ely had never been arrested before. It certainly wasn't something they were keen to experience again. The overall feeling of getting grabbed, roughed up and thrown in a dirty cell had left them shaken. They should have been used to that kind of thing by now. They were a pirate- had been for 2 and a half years already. The problem was that the feeling of being arrested had reminded them too much of their time before becoming a pirate. At least the cell was empty so they couldn't be scrutinised for their small sniffles and muffled sobs.

It had been hours since they'd parted ways with Izzy to each carry out their respective duties. They'd agreed to meet up within an hour to head back to the ship together. It had been much longer than that now; the sun was starting to set outside and the room was being cast in heavier gloominess. If they'd known forgetting their money and subsequently attempting to steal a bit of bread for lunch would have ended them up in so much trouble, they never would have done it.

God, what if nobody ever came to get them? What was the punishment for thievery these days? Getting your hand cut off?

As they sat, cradling their hand in thought, they suddenly heard the creak of the cell door opening and Izzys familiar voice.

' This is the last time I go anywhere with you. '

They're shocked, of course. More than that, however, they're worried that their misdeeds have somehow gotten Izzy arrested too. Their nerves are only quelled when they catch a glimpse of the guard counting out some coin and put the pieces together. Izzy must have payed them off.

"I-I'm sorry. I-" The relief at being rescued dies away as they take a stumbling step towards the door. "... Does Ed know?" Their voice is akin to a whisper now. The Captain's taken a shine to them, sure, but they're not certain how much that can protect them against being so stupid.

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Closed RP with @unrely [Izzy&Ely]

It didn't take a genius to realise that things were tense. Sure, Ely was close enough to Ed to have learnt the usual idiosyncrasies that occurred between the Captain and his First Mate in private but this was different. Izzy was very rarely so dismissive and outwardly irritated by something that Ed had decided to spend time on. Apparently, Stede Bonnet was enough of an irritant to cause an exception. It hadn't escalated to calling Ed out in front of the crew but Ely felt like Izzy was slowly edging towards that. There was, however, quite a lot of tutting, grumbling and eye rolling.

Nobody else seemed to have the confidence to ask what was up. Either that, or they all already knew and Ely was simply left in the dark because of an inability to read between the lines. Regardless, they were probably one of the only people who could outrightly ask and get away relatively easily with annoying Izzy. It was simply a virtue of being a kid and someone that Ed had taken a shine to without posing a threat to Mr Hands.

They decided to gather the courage and ask while the rest of the crew was asleep and Izzy was on watch. Ely should also have been asleep but they were simply too curious and uneasy about their home falling apart to let the matter lie.

Ely cleared their throat to announce their presence before edging a little cautiously towards Izzy by the railing.

"So...." Maybe they should have planned this better because standing with him now, Ely was completely stumped on what to say.

"That um-... That C-captain Bonet, huh...?" What did that even mean? An attempt at being casual and trying to play cool was not working at all.

"He seems... nice?" Right, well, that was definitely the wrong thing to say but it was out now and all Ely could do was tug nervously at the seams of their sleeves.

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@izzyhnds said : “…your idea was dumber than snake mittens” from Izzy

Ely largely just looked confused by the statement. Of course, they'd had some sense that whatever they had suggested would be blown off as a silly idea. They were just a kid- at least, that was how most people viewed them. That wasn't what had confused them.

"But... snakes don't need mittens. They don't have hands, Sir." That had been what had confused them. They looked up at Izzy for answers.

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@izzyhandofmd asked: 'Who am I to you?' from Izzy

Ely shrugged. Copious amounts of emotion and Izzy didn't tend to mix very will. They were surprised that he had even asked them that question, though they struggled not to show it.

"My boss..." They responded quietly, glancing over to the older pirate cautiously as a way of gaging his reaction before quickly turning back to the sea.

"A-and I guess my friend too... if you want..." Of course, Izzy was more than that. He'd let Ely trail behind him when they'd first been appointed cabin boy. He'd shown them the ropes, so to speak. Even now they'd been aboard the Queen Anne for going on 2 years, Izzy was still teaching them things. It was hard not to feel some sort of parental connection in response to that level of mentor ship... That or Ely is just severely starved of 'healthy' attachment figures.

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{ @wcrldcnfire } asked: “I gave you an order. What is your fucking problem?” from Izzy Hands

Ely jolted visibly at the harshness in the tone. They were more than used to being spoken to like that. They'd been accustomed to it even before they'd become a pirate... but that never seemed to take the bite out of the words.

Ely shook their head, half as a response to the question and half in an attempt to shake themselves back to reality- trying to rid themselves of the fear that Izzy had induced.

"N-no problem, sir.... only..." They hesitated, running their knuckles repeatedly together as a way of dispelling their nervous energy. The young pirate couldn't seem to reach Izzys eyes.

"Only that I um... I-I'm not sure how." They confessed, far more quietly than they would have liked