Ed looks at Archie, and he can see Jack looking back, and Anne and Mary, Sam and Charlie. Cabin boys and captains. He can see the pirates they all could have been if Ed had maybe been a little less fucking afraid. Like: what if they were mad lads (gn) without the toxicity?
you don’t strike me as the silent type and I ain’t heard shit out of the captain’s cabin so—”
Ed splutters. “We’re taking it slow—what, the fucking silent type, the fuck does that even mean—” HOLLERING. Ed’s not actually going to pull rank here, but I hear him on the “a little less speculation on what I’m like in bed, kay??”
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