I Wanted Him Dead, Now I Wish He Were Alive

"Say the name again." Ed stabbed his dagger in the wooden barrel that served them as a table. "And be sure you're remembering correctly."

The storyteller dropped his bottle and his friend spilled his drink over himself as he flinched.

"I- I swear I'm only repeating what I heard from the Windward Islands!"

"Who died?" Ed growled.

"Bonnet! Some bloke named Stede Bonnet," whimpered the man, his eyes following the tip of the dagger as it approached his throat. "He was a wealthy landowner from Barbados, that's what they say. I don't know more, swear it on my life!"

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What would happen if Ed caught wind of Stede's death and spent several days thinking they parted ways without ever saying goodbye?

Inspired by a post from izzys-focking-resignation on tumblr