duplicitymemes | TDM #31

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TDM #31

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« « « ALL ON DISPLAY

It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy.

This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses.

To counteract the discovery of the deceit gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the LIEs program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the deceit gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from LIEs after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues.

... and you're here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity.

After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of Orientation.

If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You're a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your high-rise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You're a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you'll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms.

Enjoy your free time until Orientation! Participation is mandatory for all new and past arrivals.

It's the hottest part of the summer. Prepare to sweat.

» » » ALL ABOARD

After stepping through the door and participating in Orientation, LIERs are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERs at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park.

The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning.

« « « DEEP END

(cw: aphrodisiacs, dub-con, groping, public nudity, public sex)

It's summertime! To beat the heat, LIEs has decided to throw a pool party directly following Orientation at one of the city's public pools! Attendance is mandatory for new arrivals and strongly encouraged for everyone else. New arrivals are provided with (skimpy) swimsuits to wear, but LIERs who have been in the city a while have the option of bringing their own gear. Of course, skinny dipping is allowed as well, and there are many spots on deck for people to tan themselves.

Speaking of tanning, why not help out a fellow LIER by rubbing some lotion on them? Or, if you want to avoid a burn, get someone to put sunscreen on your back? The formulas of the complementary products that LIEs provide may or may not have a mild aphrodisiac added to them, but at least you won't burn and you may get that nice golden tan you've been chasing — all over!

While one end of the pool is reserved for people to splash around in or float casually, there are numerous games and water activities for people to join in on as well:

In a sexy twist on Marco Polo, though in Duplicity the call and response is "lucky" and "get me," the seeker must try and tag other players by tugging at their swimsuits. They'll be rewarded with 30 seconds of foreplay, groping and whatever else they can accomplish within the time frame.

Dominant and Submissive pairs face off against one another in piggyback chicken fights or jousts using inflatable toys and suggestively shaped pool noodles.

Are those dildos stuck to the bottom of the pool? You bet! Dive down and retrieve them before handing them to the next person behind you to toss in and dive for or just collect as many as you can. There is, of course, the option of using said dildo on yourself or someone else for others to watch and enjoy on the pool deck. No judgment here.

For those who prefer a slightly more private option, there are curtained cabanas available and it's easy enough to duck inside with a partner for a quick tryst.

» » » CREAMSICLE

(cw: aphrodisiacs, dub-con, altered mental states, miscellaneous kink)

Whether it's the obnoxious, telltale jingle that signals the arrival of ice cream trucks, or the vehicles happen to be spotted in their various parking spots all around Duplicity — including some smaller carts made to navigate the narrower streets of the Down, it's obvious that they're popular considering the warm summer weather. It seems the locals can't get enough of the cool, sweet treats on offer — and, even better, the trucks are offering free samples in addition to selling regular sizes. Popsicles and soft serve ice cream are on the menu, and each frozen bite has its own unique set of effects.

The menu:

Rainbow popsicle - feel the urge to engage in a random kink

Cherry or strawberry popsicle - tell someone about a sexual desire

Grape popsicle - blurt out something embarrassing (but not necessarily sexual)

Ice cream sandwich - temporarily imprint on/feel an intense bond with someone of opposite designation (whoever one sees first)

Vanilla soft serve - enhances desire to serve or be serviced (depending on if one's designation is Sub or Dom)

Chocolate soft serve - enhances sadistic or masochistic tendencies

Want sprinkles with that? Enjoy your added aphro!

« « « NEW TRICKS

(cw: dub-con/non-con, pet play, leash and collar, training/discipline, exhibitionism)

A new public park has recently been built on a formerly empty lot in the Up. The bigger sign on the gate reads "Dog Park," and the smaller sign adjacent to it includes the posted rules that all people need to abide by in order to enter. If you're curious about what such a structure entails (after all, there are dogs in Duplicity), you're in luck: today, there's a meet-and-greet being hosted for pets and their owners, sponsored by a local "pet" shop, with banners advertising the event posted at each end of the park.

This is a Dog Park, alright, but it's intended for a very specific kind of play involving the LIERs who want to wear the collars in question as well as the LIERs who are interested in holding their leashes. Even if you've never harbored an interest in it before, don't worry — random bystanders will be enthusiastically pressured to join in by event volunteers, so you might find yourself wearing a collar or holding a leash in very short order regardless. All pets must be collared and leashed properly in order to enter the Dog Park, and owners must remain in close proximity to their pets at all times. There are toys for tugging and fetching, a few pieces of special playground equipment, and more than enough space to run around. There will also be obedience challenges issued to various pairs at random, just to see how in sync both pet and owner are with one another.

If you decide to participate and remain on your best behavior, you might even earn a nice treat in addition to a pat on the head. The pet shop will be handing out goodie bags consisting of take-home collars, as well as animal tail plugs and other sex toys and gear, to everyone who takes part in the event, willingly or not.

» » » MOD & OOC NOTES

Please read carefully.

On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but the assignments are OOCly randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right." When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass." This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice.

To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide:

If your character is a night owl, they are a Dominant. If your character prefers the daytime, they are a Submissive.

To Note: Characters can only swap their designation for one of the following reasons: an event occurs that allows it or there are OOC reasons that make it a necessity. Any swap always requires mod approval and each character can only ever switch once. Characters that are being reapped will keep their previous designation but players can choose to tag on new TDMs with different designations for fun!

Test Drive threads can be used as activity proofs for characters currently in-game.

Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!!

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Funny how much power two little words can have. They sink into Ed's chest and add confusion to the tempest of emotions running rampant in his chest. He's right. Of course he's right. Why wouldn't he be? But then what does that mean, exactly? How can he even argue if the person across from him is agreeing with him? This isn't how things worked with Izzy, or anyone else who felt the need to have the final word, and Edward doesn't know how to respond.

"I--" he gawks. His throat feels so tight, burning and suffocating any words from coming out of his lungs. He hadn’t thought this far ahead. He'd never thought in a million years that this conversation would go this way, calling back to their last. But of course, he should have. History's greatest tactician didn't stop to think that Stede Bonnet wasn't actually like the others.

"I don't know--" he breathes, voice cracking as he feels a wet tear fall to his cheek. He doesn't even know where the fuck he is, let alone what to do next.

There’s nothing Stede wants more in that moment than to hold Ed until his tears run dry. He almost does reach for him before he remembers himself, his hands raised before he once again pulls them back.

There is one small consolation in all of it at least: Ed hadn’t corrected him. Stede had asked what Ed thought, and he hadn’t countered with Blackbeard.

“And you don’t have to. You’re a Dominant here, aren’t you?” He doesn’t really have to ask. Ed lacks the telltale mark of a Submissive that Stede bears, so it’s the only other option. “That means you’ll be provided for. You can take the time you need to figure it out. I know this place is overwhelming, but you’ll be alright. And we’re both here now.”

He had no idea he could feel even more shame, but it’s proven he can when he feels a small burst of happiness at the thought of having Ed on the same plane of existence once again.

“We don’t have to figure it all out now. There’s time.”

That slight reach, as subtle as it had been, was dangerous, because the minute Edward had noticed it he'd wanted to lean into it. Let Stede take him into the warmth and safety of them, keep him from harm. It had to be the shit he'd smeared on earlier, telling him that would be okay. A more sober Edward would probably had flinched at them. Who is to say Stede isn't only excited to see Edward because he's alone in this world?

But would it be that easy if he wasn't full of shit this time? Could Edward just... forgive Stede the way that Stede had forgotten Edward ever planned to kill him? Maybe he should. Maybe that would benefit him in some way, here... in a place he's completely out of his element too. Fuck, but the concept is terrifying. He couldn't take it if Stede changed his mind again. It would kill him.

He doesn't respond immediately, just sort of gives Stede a knowing look. Being provided for is something he can't determine his feelings on. He thought he'd always wanted it, and now that he has it he feels undeserving.

"Why now?" he asks, because it's still chewing at him, and he doesn't know what had happened once Stede settled back into his old life. "Why figure anything out now? We could have done that before you ran away."

Of course it would have been too easy to press pause on this conversation, to give Ed more time to adjust before tackling this other huge thing. Ed wants answers now, and he’s due that much. Stede does look away from that knowing gaze though, needing a breather from it. Those eyes always felt like they could see right through him, like they could cut to the heart of anything. If only that were the case. It would be easier if Ed could just see into his head.

“I didn’t do it then because… I was a coward, that’s why. The things Chauncy said shook me more than they should, and I knew—I thought I knew what I had to do. And I wouldn’t have had the strength to do it if I had stopped to see you first, to be honest. The way you looked when you talked about running away together…” He shakes his head, feeling a bittersweet fondness at the memory of Ed’s smile.

“… but a lot has happened since then. I knew I had to find you again after Barbados, and I was trying to do that before I ended up here instead. I thought we’d never have another chance once that happened. But now we do.” He makes himself look back then, meeting that penetrating gaze. “If that’s something you want.”

Another scoff, as if he's heard it all before. "So changeable," he whines almost mockingly, "You knew you had to leave, you knew you had to come back... who cares what I want? How long until you know you need to leave again?"

And that's it, really. It isn't up to Edward... as much as he wishes it was. Because it doesn't matter if he wants it as long as there's a possibility for Stede to fuck off again. If there is, he wants to be as far away from him as possible and protect himself from harm.

"You're asking me for a chance," he shakes his head, "A chance to what... earn my trust?"

He has no right to feel it, but anger still sends a prickling heat over Stede’s face, the hurt reflected in his eyes. He’s heard Ed belittle people before, but not him. Not like that. But the most infuriating thing is that the same holds true now as before: Ed is right. So how is he supposed to argue?

“I’m done running. My word might not mean much to you anymore, but it’s all I have.” Quite literally. He’s still uncontracted, and so all he has is the petrified orange he’d shown up with and clothing the generosity of strangers has bestowed on him. It’s all worth next to nothing, but he’d put it on the line if asked.

“And yes. To earn your trust, your… friendship, if nothing else. Because I do care about you and what you want. And if you tell me what you want is for me to stay away from you long as you’re here, then that’s what I’ll do. It’s all in your hands now.”

In all honesty, its Stede's anger that sells it to him. Stede can be a passionate man when it matters to him, and from what Edward has seen quite flippant if it doesn't. Also, once again, Stede seems to have quite a fucking way with words. It's almost maddening.

"I don't--" he says, whatever chemicals are in him betraying him again. He regrets saying it immediately, biting at his own cheek to try to keep himself in check. He really doesn't want Stede far away, though- far the opposite. He just doesn't know if he's making another stupid decision with his dick.

He regrounds himself, looking down at his own feet. He feels like he's silent forever, in truth. He's almost afraid to look up again and see that Stede isn't there.

"I've been a fucking mess, Stede..." he whispers, still looking away. I've missed you, he thinks, but can't bring himself to say it. "...maybe we should move some place else, after all." he says, instead.

Those first two words are like a hook in Stede’s chest, tugging at the hope he still hasn’t been able to quite shake. He hadn’t wanted Ed to agree and tell him to fuck off. Just because he’d respect it doesn’t mean it wouldn't have devastated him.

But he hadn’t said it. That’s a start.

He waits while Ed then mulls things over, trying not to fidget or prattle on in the interim. He’s very close to breaking when the man finally speaks again, and says Stede’s name. It’s likely good he isn’t looking, because Stede has no idea what his face is doing in that moment.

“I do think it’s been more than five minutes anyway,” he admits. “So yes. I’d like that very much, at least if you don’t mind going out in that.” Another glance down, then a quick look away. He spots a towel on a nearby chair and snatches it up, mentally making a note to come back and return it later.

“If you want it,” he offers, holding it out.

In truth, Edward hadn't been counting.

Stede comments on his attire and for a moment, he'd forgotten about the tiny little thing he'd been stuffed into. "Thought I'd just toss it off and free-ball it." he deadpans, proof enough that the old Edward Teach is still in there, somewhere.

He takes the towel anyway, considering it in his hands unsure of which part of himself he should bother to cover with it. Nothing currently on display seems to be offensive in this society, but the right gust of wind would threaten a chill, so after a moments deliberation, it's draped over his shoulders and hugged against his chest like a safety blanket.

"Lead on. No fucking idea where anything is, here."

There’s something endearing about the way Ed wraps the towel around his shoulders, though using it as a blanket in that way does nothing for Stede’s more immediate problem with wandering eyes. But if that’s what makes Ed comfortable, then so be it. Certainly no one in this world is going to mind.

The joke very nearly goes over his head, and he has to actively fight a smile when it finally does land. He clears his throat in an attempt to mask it. “No one here will think twice about that, but you really should consider charging before putting on a show.”

Now there’s the matter of where they’re going to go. “There’s a park nearby,” he muses out loud as he leads them to the exit. “I could also offer up my room in the Down, but it’s not guaranteed to be private. We get roommates down there whether we like it or not.”

"Charging...?" he scoffs, "Like some peepshow at The Republic. Quite the career change you're suggesting, there."

Edward looks down at himself beneath the towel as if considering for a second, "Nah, can't deprive the public of this view." he mutters before thinking twice about it, finding Stede all-too-easy to joke with again despite his anger. The thought concerns him, fear of becoming too comfortable, too vulnerable a real risk.

And despite those thoughts, his stupid mouth seems to be speaking for him before he can filter any of that bullshit out.

"I live in a damn castle, apparently. No one else there..." he winces, regretting these choices yet again, but finding he really can't fucking help himself. He makes a mental note to step into a freezing cold shower once he does get home and snap himself the fuck out of it, but finds his mind quickly replaces the thought with a warm shower instead, where Stede Bonnet joins him. Fuuuuck.

“That’s a well-respected career path here,” Stede points out, but he’s mostly distracted following Ed’s gaze downward. This is far more of skin than he’s ever seen of his former co-captain. He could sit and trace those tattoos with his eyes all afternoon… though he’d rather do it with his fingertips. Any scars too. He wants to catalog each of them, in detail, as far down as they might—

—and he doesn’t even have lotion to thank for the bawdier thoughts that brings about. He clears his throat, looking away and nodding before he’s even really processed Ed’s suggestion.

“Oh, that’s right. You'd have that, wouldn't you? That would be perfect. I can lead us to the Up, but you’ll have to take it from there.”

Edward barely has time to notice the way Stede is looking at him, because he's rather busy looking at Stede the same way. He'd seen him undressed before, in truth, having helped Roach fix him up after finding him with his guts hanging out on the deck, and then later trading clothes once he'd woken up... but they were practically strangers, then. A lot has happened since that time, realizations of feelings, the taste of Stede's lips...

Fuck, he needs to calm down, or the tight swimsuit he's wearing is about to start feeling a lot tighter. But how the fuck is he supposed to when a set of the most magnificent legs he's ever fucking seen are on display right in front of him and his shirt hangs open like a little doorway to that lovely chest.

"Lead on. I'll let you know when it starts to look familiar."

“Alright then.” Stede gives a quick nod, doing his best to focus on the task at hand rather than Edward's... well, everything. He studiously keeps his eyes up, focused ahead, and then starts leading them on their way.

It occurs to him as they walk that they've never just done this: meandered together through a town or any other public place that wasn't on a ship, at least not for pleasure (their stint in captivity notwithstanding). It's such a mundane thing. Something so simple that he'd have taken it for granted anywhere and with anyone else. Now, though... he wishes he could enjoy it more.

There's no forgetting where they are though. The security patrolling the Up make sure of that, though they don't bother Stede for being where he doesn't belong. He almost forgets why until he remembers Ed's designation.

“They'd be much less polite if I were up here alone,” he mutters as they pass a guard, just loudly enough for Ed to hear. He isn’t sure which one of the homes is his, but he gets them as close to the residential area as he can from memory. It's up to Ed from here.

"I don't get it." he mutters, taking a quick look around to get his bearings. "Seems like no matter how far you travel, people insist on labeling everyone in some bullshit hierarchy."

He'd run away from his poor family to make a name for himself as a pirate, only to find that pirates still have a fucking role to perform. Would it have been the same if they'd made it to China? Probably. Is it really worse that they've made it here, instead? Time will tell.

He recognizes a building and leads Stede on, now realizing that if Stede leaves his place alone, it sounds weirdly dangerous for him. Maybe he fucking deserves it. Jury's still out.

"This is the one." he grunts as they approach his building, the doors opening to a large lobby with a lift at the back to take them to Ed's assigned flat.

"They really do relish doing that here."

Stede is very obviously no stranger to finery, but he’s not had the chance to experience that much of it in Duplicity. He takes in the lobby with open curiosity, fingers lingering on the metal fillagree in the lift when they ride it up. No such detail is given to the things in the Down. It’s all very utilitarian.

Once they’re at the flat, he takes only a couple of steps inside before stopping, seemingly unsure of himself. This is suddenly strangely awkward. It’s like walking into a stranger’s home… except they aren’t strangers. But he also doesn’t have leave to just make himself comfortable either.

“It’s lovely,” is what he finally settles on to say. At least he means it. “How are you liking it?”

God, now he's devolved into small talk.

"It's a fucking farce." he mutters as he pushes past into the sitting area, flopping into a large, spacious sofa where he's already made a depression indentation. He's barely explored the flat. It was too weird and big and empty. If he could spend time anywhere else, he has.

"I don't even remember what we were going to talk about when we got here." he admits, emotionally exhausted. 'Was too busy staring at your ass.' he manages to leave unsaid. He wonders, briefly, if Stede would be down to put a pin in the argument for the night so that he can rest up and be angry again in the morning.

That’s one of the many things Stede loves about Ed: his straightforward nature. The lack of filter is endearing, even it isn’t kind.

“It’s that too,” he admits, sitting himself down slowly—almost carefully—on the edge of a plush chair near the couch. Like he’s afraid one wrong move will rescind his invitation here for him. “Welcome to high society: it’s all a farce of some kind.”

He spends the next few seconds taking Ed in: His pose. His exhaustion. His hands curl into loose fists in his lap, resisting the urge to reach for him.

“We can talk about anything.” There’s another moment’s hesitation before he keeps speaking. “You… said you’ve been a mess. Do you… want to talk about that?”

"Mm." Edward responds to Stede's agreement, a sort of agreeing sound. He doesn't move though, barely looks at Stede, his eyesight seemingly directed off into space.

"Might've fucked up." he says blandly, his voice hollow and emotionless. "Did a lot of things before I got here. None of them good."

Is he really sure this is going to go over well? He's pretty sure it won't. But Stede needs to see him for what he really is; a monster. If he doesn't, he'll just keep trying to apologize, and Edward is sure to be abandoned once Stede does figure it out.

Ed scoffs. "You're not gonna like it."

Stede leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped between them. He's frowning, but it's a mildly puzzled and concerned look. He doesn't seem, at the moment, like he's worried about whatever it is Ed has supposedly done. It's more that he's worried for him.

"Maybe not. One way to find out, isn't there?" He raises an eyebrow, expectant.

Edward takes a shaky breath, feeling the tears well up in his eyes before he event speaks.

"Maybe I shouldn't--" he stops himself, afraid to look at Stede. "I--"

How is he so fucking afraid of upsetting Stede right now? When he's literally upset from something Stede has done to him? Cowardly. Blackbeard should never be cowardly. He takes another deep breath.

"I destroyed everything." he says, "Everything and everyone who reminded me of you. It's all gone."

It takes a moment for Stede to really process that. He's tempted to think of it in the metaphorical, at first... but then there's something about the way Ed says it that makes him think otherwise. He slowly starts to sit up straight again.

"Everything and—" His voice catches on the next word.

"What did you do?"

Stede sits up and Edward knows he can't keep sitting there and feeling sorry for himself. He knows that he's done unforgivable things in his anger. Maybe if he just continues to lay here and give Stede a wig pair of wet, sad eyes, he'll forgive him? No- stupid. That would be stupid.

Edward pushes himself upright, slowly. He recounts the memories as he tugs the towel closer around himself and sits cross-legged on the couch, hair in his eyes.

"Got rid of the boy, first." he mutters. He had to... Lucius was the only person on board who would have stood up to him. Who would have saw through him. Who could have talked him down. But he was more than that too, he was a reminder. A reminder that Edward took his advice, opened himself up to Stede and showed him his softer sides, sacrificed the leather and the cool guy routine to instead just be with him, and he still ended up a pathetic, sad old man who would die alone in a puddle of his own piss.

"Then your things. Tossed them all overboard just like him. Half the time I thought it was just in anger, but in the back of my head I hoped, just maybe, you'd follow the breadcrumbs back to me." he shook his head, hissing out a breath of air when he realizes how fucking stupid that sounds to say out loud.

"Then the rest of them. Most of them. Left 'em to rot on some remote fucking island that probably doesn't even have a name." a beat, and then in a more amused tone: "There's also the whole toe thing, but you probably won't care about that."

Stede knows full well what Ed is capable of. He’s seen it for himself, on those ‘how to be a pirate’ demonstration raids. He just hadn’t ever seriously considered Ed turning that cruelty on him and his crew. He should have known, though. Should have thought ahead. Not even the weirdly sweet idea of a bread crumb trail out at sea can cut entirely through his dread and overpowering guilt as he imagines the fate of his crew.

He’d done this to them sure as Edward had. He’d sealed their fate with his own selfishness.

“You didn’t.” It’s a flimsy denial, and one he clearly doesn’t believe, more a plea than a statement. He’s staring at Ed, horrified as he slowly stands up. “Tell me you didn’t. Lucius—he’s just a boy, Edward!” His voice gets louder from the start to the end of that sentence, so that he’s near shouting when he’s finished.

“And you threw him overboard?”

Edward thinks that scolding from Stede would hurt him, make him feel more guilty. Somehow it does the opposite. All he feels is more anger. Stede stands, and Edward looks up at him from beneath his brow, biting his tongue until he can't anymore.

"He's a fucking pirate. Had to know what he was signing up for." he grunts petulantly, crossing his arms. He looks on fully then, eyebrows raised matter-of-factly as he leans back in his seat. "Seems to me like you didn't."

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