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calling this one finished (finally) while kicking and screaming 🏃♂️💦
“my child is fine”
Your child’s favorite ao3 tags are angst and hurt/comfort
--Sure. That's likely. One fucking idiot made a sloppy fool of the greatest man to sail under the nationless flag. She might never have believed the rumors if she'd heard them from any other mouth--but this is Israel fucking Hands, second meanest dog on these waters after his captain, and Anne's really got no reason to doubt him.
"Tch. Maybe he's always wanted t'be a fancy boy," Anne suggests, but the moment the words are out of her mouth she can feel how wrong they are. Like an unbalanced blade. Weighty in the wrong places. She shakes her head, mumbling something like a dross, ne'er mind under her breath.
"So. The blond twat gives him purpose again." Anne pockets her stone and sheathes her steel. "And the rest of the fuckin circus is here a'cause it gives the blond twat purpose. And there's no raisin a mutiny among the circus a'cause the poor fucks are scared of yer boss." And Hands himself won't grow a pair and start it himself for the exact same reason, Anne thinks. Interesting. Each of them knotted up in a line beside the other, a great big fucking circle and Anne tossed into the middle.
"Sounds a great fuckin circle-jerk t'me."
"I daresay a lapse in judgement, just not momentary. The man lost his purpose before meeting Bonnet, and then got his head filled with the idea of retirement, fancy parties, soft pretty things, just..." Izzy scrunches up his nose like he's smelling shit, not at all pretty things. He hates the memories he has of Bonnet and Blackbeard, the late night training sessions under the moonlight, the cutlery lessons, all just--
"Just completely unbecoming of a fucking pirate. Bonnet somehow made him into another person."