DisasterShipBlonde, Cpt. Hornigold's Head of HR.
1 year
Ned Lowe notices Izzy across the bar, alone at a table, burning his fingers on the candle. It's curious and cute, the way a fox in a trap is, gnawing off its own leg, but then Ned hears the high, tremulous note in Izzy's throat, soft enough that an untrained ear wouldn't catch it