[ All Stede can do is stare at him for a moment before his wits seem to come back and he tries not to scowl. ]
A hex.
[ It's not that Stede doesn't believe in witches and ghosts, it's more that he doesn't really see how it could have happened here. They're at sea, so unless they were cursed somehow... But surely someone else would have mentioned it? Someone would have noticed other bad luck?
He's about to say more when Ed starts coughing again, and there's no stopping Stede this time: he steps forward and reaches out to touch his shoulder, only glancing down when he thinks there is blood on his co-captain's hand - but it's petals.
Flower petals?
Frowning, he looks at the teapot. ]
I didn't make it floral tea... Ed, you didn't eat the potpourri, did you?
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A hex.
[ It's not that Stede doesn't believe in witches and ghosts, it's more that he doesn't really see how it could have happened here. They're at sea, so unless they were cursed somehow... But surely someone else would have mentioned it? Someone would have noticed other bad luck?
He's about to say more when Ed starts coughing again, and there's no stopping Stede this time: he steps forward and reaches out to touch his shoulder, only glancing down when he thinks there is blood on his co-captain's hand - but it's petals.
Flower petals?
Frowning, he looks at the teapot. ]
I didn't make it floral tea... Ed, you didn't eat the potpourri, did you?