gay panic for @kraxed // ed ♥
they're at a port town on a tiny island north of grenada. it's a pirate haven, but less rowdy and more . . . shady. watch your pockets and watch your throats sort of a thing.
stede bonnet no longer goes traipsing into places pronouncing himself the gentleman pirate, and with the more common clothing, the pierced ear, the hair that's gotten just long enough to tie into a ponytail, he might even look like he belongs there.
the crew had split to manage various portions of business, with edward and stede the only ones going off on their own, doing what stede has labeled reconnaissance - also known as 'quietly sit at the first bar you find and listen for information'.
stede had been hit on twice, once in an attempt to get his purse, and both times he'd rushed them off as subtly as possible, so as not to break his 'cover'. neither of them had approached him by touch, and certainly with his back turned.
a knife slid out of his pocket, stede twists and snags his foot around their ankle, slamming them down into the bar with the blade at their throat, his free hand tightened into their collar, words leaving his throat in a low growl -
"hand off unless you want to lose it - "
" oh. christ, darling, i could've killed you. "
stede glances around, briefly - not many seem to have paid attention to the commotion, save for a pair right next to them at the bar. stede shyly smiles, on instinct, waving away their attention as he slides his knife back it's place.
he uses his grip on ed's collar to pull him back up, then goes about fixing any ways he may have mussed his clothes.
" what are you doing here ? we were supposed to find separate bars, i think. "
