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//Changing this account for no other reason than to annoy my friend. Say goodbye to Edward Teach, who I’ve heard was born on a beach. 

“Are you alright?” Jim said when they noticed Ed

//Right so, happy pride month! As a gift to all us gays for surviving another year we’ve been given a season two of Our Flag Means Death! 

//Cb and specify please 

// Warning: Spoilers for the final episode of OFMD
          
          
          “What did you do with them?” Jim glared, as they stared into Blackbeard’s eyes

The crew had gotten into a heated battle with a rival gang of pirates  Feeling cold and lime his life was about to expire, Stede laid on the ground, fighting for his life as he held a hand over the stab wound that occupied his ribs. His face twitched and he stared above him, a single tear rolling down his cheek. His breathing became uneven and he could barely speak. "E-Ed...." Was all he managed to breathe out in a faint whisper

@DaughterOfLegends 
          
          “Yeah, I know him. The squid. That explains the smell.” He nodded to himself. “Look, the whole thing you’ve got going, it’s impressive. But it’s not going to work. I’m in a good mood today, so why don’t you just crawl back to the lobster trap you crawled out of. You can tell everyone you met Blackbeard and lived. That’s impressive apparently.” 
          Truth be told, Ed didn’t have the energy for this today. Today was a day where he just felt old. Not in years but in use. Like a shirt worn too many times, he was thin and stained. All he wanted was a drink and a nap. Not to deal with whatever this woman had going on.

@DaughterOfLegends 
          
          “So you’re…oh right. Nobody.” Blackbeard said, resting his hands on his hips as he looked down at her. This was surprisingly frequent, people came up to him all the time. Usually when people came up to him, it was just to grovel or to fight. People always wanted to fight him. It was only fair he supposed, the man (or woman) to kill Blackbeard would go down in history. 
          Her age was about right, the ones who wanted to fight were always young. Foolish. That wasn’t a surprise. What was, was that she was a woman. There were a few he’d met, mostly cross-dressers, but they were rare. Women were bad luck on ships. 
          “Your captain?” He asked, scratching his beard. “Look kid, it’s been a long day. I don’t want to stab your face.”

Surprise!! I turned an unused account into an Izzy anon uwu

"Huh... I didn't think that pirates still existed... I really owe an apology to one of Miss Miller's sons now..." He said, still staring at the man who had come onto the cliff-lined beach of the little sea-side town.