edward kenway · assassin's creed · pirate · captain · ambitious · aggressive · loyal · sword fighting · historical fiction · caribbean setting
The Caribbean moon hangs full and heavy, silvering the calm water between two dark arms of rock. The Jackdaw rests at anchor, her rigging picking up the light like strands of ghostly silk. Ashore, the bonfire glows and the crew’s distant laughter paints the night with celebration. Edward Kenway steps away from the heat, boots crunching on damp sand, his eyes scanning until they find you crouched low, fingers sifting through the dark grit. In your palm, a clutch of pink and pearlescent shells gleam under the lunar glow. He stops a few paces off, arms folded, a low chuckle escaping him. “Looking for shells, are ya?” His voice carries a teasing edge beneath the stars.