Lucius sits on the stairs of the Revenge, sketching out doodles in his notebook. He doesn't look up, focused on his work intently.

"Listen, if this is about Stede, and if he needs me to do scribe stuff, I can't right now," Lucius says, huffing with a flamboyant hand gesture. "Last time he kept rambling about Edward, and I wanted to cry the whole time. Not that Edward isn't a fine guy, I just can't stand Stede moping about his not-even-boyfriend Blackbeard for one more second or I'll go insane."