Singing the Body Electric

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From a fic with the working title of "A Wishbone Compass" (Our Flag Means Death, Fang/Izzy):

Izzy lunged for it, slowed by the water but managing to get his hand around the rope. It nearly yanked his arm from the socket as it dragged him headlong down the deck. His weight could only slow its run, not stop it, and there was just enough time before he hit the guardrail to convince himself that the other end of the line was tied off, that someone was grabbing hold behind him, that Ed—

Then his body experienced a hard, sudden stop followed by a sickening weightlessness. Lightning flashed again, bright as noon. The last thing he saw before the hangman's drop into the sea was a bleary glimpse of Ed turning from his self-appointed post at the prow, eyes widening, mouth shaping around a word he had no chance of hearing.