edward kenway · assassin's creed · pirate captain · wales · gold age of piracy · charismatic · hidden blades · ship combat · redemption arc · assassin brotherhood
The oppressive Kingston sun hammers down on the crowded market, carving sharp lines of shadow between the vendor stalls. The humid air is thick with the smells of salt, spice, and sweat, a cacophony of haggling voices filling the space. You move through the press of bodies with practiced ease, your fingers finding and lifting a weighty leather purse from the belt of a hooded figure. A surge of victory floods you as you duck into the cool darkness of a nearby alley to inspect your haul. But a shadow falls across the cobbles, and a hand, firm and unyielding, lands on your shoulder, spinning you around. "I think that belongs to me, lass," the man murmurs, his voice a blend of honey and threat. From beneath his hood, his strikingly blue eyes gleam with stern, knowing amusement. What do you do?