When Stede finally left him to his peace, Izzy allowed himself to think about the dreams and fantasies. They had been coming more and more frequently, but they'd started with the gunshot wound. Izzy had dreams nearly every night, and sometimes visions of another world invaded his waking thoughts, too. It was part of why he couldn't stop drinking, drowning the visions in liquor. He adjusted his leg. He could show Stede a few things. Hand-to-hand combat. How to shoot a gun. Other things that a pirate should know. "I am sworn to keep you alive, my king," he muttered to himself, the words from another lifetime. "I will do whatever it takes to see you survive." King Stede Bonnet looked at his knight in a strange manner. Israel Hands, sworn knight of the realm, could not find another word that better described the way he stared. Weird. Strange. Different. Yeah, different was all he could muster.
Some RBB for #wipwednesday
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