Blackbeard had never been farther from him. It felt like there was a glass wall between them, one only Izzy could look through. He hardly cared about the senseless violence and the spiraling sanity Ed was going through. It was just proof. Proof he didn’t… love him. He’d never felt so irrationally irritated by unrequited love. He sat in his cabin, a bottle of whiskey in one hand. There was a knock at the door. “Who is it?” Izzy asked gruffly.