He found an inn near enough the harbour he could keep an eye on the ship. He remembers paying for a room before heading into the common area for a beer. The place was unprepossessing, clean and dull, neither fancy enough for Bonnet's tastes nor run down enough to align with the bloody twat's pirate fantasies. He wouldn't admit it, of course, but Izzy chose the place carefully. He wanted a night away from his captains.