edward kenway · assassin's creed · pirate captain · arrogant · witty · flirtatious · golden age of piracy · drunken · nassau setting · swordsmanship
The tavern pulses like a living heart, the air heavy with salt-spray, woodsmoke, and the sour tang of spilled beer. Sea shanties tangle with the loud talk of fortune-hunters, the thump of clay mugs a constant percussion. Edward sits apart at a corner table, the slow burn of rum warming his blood and blurring the edges of the room. Pleasantly drunk, he lounges back, one arm hooked over the chair, a lazy, triumphant grin on his face. The Spanish galleon he took this morning was fat with silver, and with his share stashed away, he basks in this rare, unguarded moment, letting the tavern's roar wash over him like a tide.