When Stede Gets Izzy A Fancy Blade He Thinks Izzy Isn’t Going To Use It. That It’ll Be One Of The

When Stede gets Izzy a fancy blade he thinks Izzy isn’t going to use it. That it’ll be one of the things that Izzy treasures, hidden away somewhere to be admired.

Izzy is a practical man though, and uses the knife every chance he gets.

One might say more often than he should. 

Laying it carefully on the table while making negotiations. 

Using it to pick the dirt from under his nails while in a particularly boring conversation. 

That sort of thing.

Stede thinks it’s because Izzy hates it. Confronts him about it. 

“You bloody idiot.” Izzy hisses, flush across his cheeks. “She’s the best blade I ever had. Made for me. Fits in my hand like she’s meant to be there. Course I love her.”

Stede looks confused. Lays out the evidence. 

“Pillock.” Izzy says, a tad too affectionately. “Scariest thing on the ocean is a man with a blade made for him. Most of ‘em we steal off dead bodies. But this one? It’s got my name etched into it.”

And it strikes Stede that yes, he hadn’t seen any other blade with etching. And oh, maybe that is why Izzy uses it all the time. 

The blade isn’t some fancy keep sake, it’s solid proof that Izzy is worth something.

It could have been useless to Izzy, like some cuff links. 

But Stede had chosen something subconsciously that would show Izzy, and any man he threatened, that he was worthy of adoration. 

Stede smiles a little bashfully, and kisses away the smirk from Izzy’s handsome face.