"...I'm pulling over," she warns, and slows the car down to a stop on the side of the road. And then she turns in her seat to pay full attention, her face a mix of horror and confusion and just... sadness. She'd heard Stede's side of things, the rescue from the Spanish and Blackbeard with his hair all wild... nothing about Stede murdering a British naval officer (which, pog, frankly), or that Blackbeard was going to...

Darcy doesn't know what's worse; that Blackbeard was going to kill Stede, or that he didn't have the guts to go through with it.

"Jesus Christ."

She reaches a hand across to touch the back of Izzy's, searching for anything to say.