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    “Well, I guess you got what you wanted from me already,” Hollander continued. “Whatever. Fuck you.”

    “Wait, no, Hollander.” Ilya turned, throwing an arm into Hollander’s path. “That’s not—”

    “No, it’s fine. Stupid of me to expect anything else.” Hollander shook his head, gaze downcast, the barest hint of angry pink tinging his freckled cheeks. “Thanks for making it good, at least.”

    It. His first time.

    Ilya was the worst sort of asshole.

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    In Sochi, Shane isn’t shy about calling out Ilya for ghosting after getting what he wanted. Once they’re safely away from Russia, Ilya forces himself to be honest with Shane about what that first time meant.

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    Drowning isn’t the worst thing to happen to Lucius Spriggs. Top five. Top eight. Definitely at least top ten.

    Somehow, drowning’s not even the worst thing to happen to Lucius this week.

    No, that particular honor belongs to an event that comes around midday. Literally. In the most vulgar sense. God, he wishes he was dreaming. And on second thought that would be a nightmare, so actually, no thank you.

     

    Or: Lucius Spriggs spots the co-captains reconciling through the window of the captain's quarters after nearly drowning and hates his life so very very much.

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    “I may not understand it, and I definitely don’t like it, but for some focking reason that is beyond comprehension, my boss has a weakness when it comes to you. And I’m—” he chokes back bile. “I’m absolutely certain you’re the only person in this whole god forsaken ocean who can talk sense into him. So, get in the focking dinghy.”

    Bonnet’s lips twitch ever so slightly into a smile. “Well, maybe if you were to ask me nicely.”

    “Get in the dinghy.”

    “What’s the magic word?”

    Izzy screws up his face, trying to recall anything he’s ever heard about magic. The memory comes to him of some insipid story Bonnet told the crew one night about a girl and a dress and some fucking mice, so he says, “Bipity focking bopity focking doo.”

    “I was looking for please, but I suppose that will do.”

     

    After realizing Edward isn't actually better off as Blackbeard, Izzy Hands seeks out the last person on earth he'd like to spend any length of time trapped in a dinghy with: Stede focking Bonnet.

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