He couldn't remember the last time he had a proper warm bath. He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. Stede was busy searching in his auxiliary closet for appropriate outfits for the both of them, so Ed allowed himself to sink into the water until only his face peeked out. Once filled with warm water, Ed relaxed into the tub. Truly, did this man's material collection know no bounds? This man has the craziest shit on this ship. 'Why should that matter? I have a tub that's perfectly functional without the ship being anchored. 'We're pretty far out from any place to anchor, where am I supposed to bathe?' He didn't particularly enjoy the idea of trying to bathe in the sea and then struggle to catch up with the unanchored boat. At that, Ed gave him a sharp look, though he had to admit he admired Stede's lack of a filter. No offense, but they would be able to pick you out by your stench alone right now,' Stede said. '.and, of course, we'll need to get you washed up. Ed let his calloused hand feel each and every fabric he saw, barely listening as Stede droned on and on about the expectations for the party. The contents of Stede Bonnet's closet seemed endless.
