"I'm just saying Edward, we could go back home right now instead of staying in this filthy place for another week." Said Anne, critically, she leaned on the rail on port side of the Jackdaw, looking at the fishing village. It was dirty, filled with drunken fisherman, smugglers, and others. Plus it smelled of rotting fish which made her want to puke. In all her time as the Jackdaw's quartermaster, never had Anne been this bored. Edward shook his head.
"If you expect me to sail in open water with that many Dutch ships about Anne, you've gone barmy." Edward replied. Anne snorted.
"Why not raid the village? It's like anybody here is really an innocent, most of the men are rapists and the women whores. I'm sure we could find some gold if we looked…." Suggested Anne, the sound of a pirate began to creep into her voice.
"Because raiding the village will leave us with nowhere to sleep properly after we torch the place, hmph?" Said Edward.
"You've been below deck, the crew will mutiny if we force them to sleep down there for more than a day." Concluded Edward. Anne sighed, and strode purposefully away from her captain.
"Where are you going?" He called after her.
"To see if I can find somewhere below deck for the rascals. It's a big boat Edward, there must be some room." She said.
"Bloody fucking Welshmen." She said under her breath as she lifted the hatch on the top deck of the Jackdaw. Edward chased after her, he did not want to miss a chance of saying 'I told you so' to Bonny.
Anne shoved her way through the crew of the Jackdaw, in the short time she had been here, they had learned not to mess with the quartermaster, who turned out to be fearsome than Adewále had ever been. Or could have dreamed of, for that matter. She cut through the buzzed crew of the Jackdaw, who were tightly packed as they were on the lower deck.
"Oi! Get yer drunk self away from that cannon! If that thing goes off I'll throw you off this ship!" Yelled Anne to an unfortunate crew member who had been drinking haphazardly close to a fully loaded cannon. Anne's aggressive Irish accent always came out when she was angered. The crew member nodded, before tripping over his own foot in an attempt to escape any further lashing from Bonny, he collided with another crew member, who unceremoniously crashed into nearby hammock, snapping the ropes, and ruining one crewmembers bed in the process, as well as knocking himself out cold. Anne shook her head.
"Dogs." She said to herself. Edward, who carefully sidestepped the carnage that lay in her wake, began walking next to her. She smiled to him.
"Come to help?" She asked sarcastically. Edward returned the grin.
"Came to prove you wrong. There is no more room down here, Ade checked himself." Said Edward confidently as he lifted the second hatch, which led to the storage area of the ship. They kept all there food, rum, sugar, and supplies down here. Crewmembers rarely came down here, save to steal a bottle of rum.
"He may have checked, but have you?" Asked Anne. Edward's smile faded a bit.
"Well no, but I trust Ade did a good sweep." Replied Edward.
"He left you for dead at Long Bay didn't he?" Said Anne, grinning.
"Sod off." Edward replied. The storage area of the ship was packed, filled with all the items the Jackdaw had taken from other ships, all the supplies were stacked on shelves that had been nailed to the floor and the ceiling, so when the Jackdaw hit a hard wave, the stuff would not crash to the floor. Anne looked under a shelf.
"I'm sure you could fit a guy or two under these." She stated, Edward laughed.
"Sure, if they were dead." He joked.
"Alright fine! We stay in this shithole of a village for a week." She said angrily.
"I need a drink, do we have any wine down here?" She asked, looking for a crate filled with the stuff.
"Uh, I think we have some that was meant for the Spaniards when we first got the ship, I've been letting it age…" Said Edward, he also could do with a drink.
"Can't you settle for rum? We've got plenty." He said to her.
"I'm in the mood for wine. And if you got it from the Spanish I would love bottle. Spanish drinks are always the best." She said, shifting a few items as she looked for crate. Edward had to admit, she was right.
"Maybe behind here… oh fuck, Edward give me a hand with this!" Called Anne, who was trying in vain to move a very heavy barrel away from the wall. She groaned as they barrel refused to move.
"What could possibly be in here?" She asked herself more than anyone else. She was pretty sure neither sugar, flour nor khat weighed this much. Edward walked over to help her. But both he and Anne were unable to move the barrel.
"No way are we moving that this way." Said Edward, thinking critically. He snapped his fingers as an idea formed in his head.
"I have an idea." He said to Anne.
"Oh great, another one of Captain Kenway's brilliant ideas…" She said sarcastically. Edward chuckled.
"Guess you don't want that drink then…" He said cleverly. Anne sighed.
"So sorry captain," She began in her best 'innocent and thirsty co-captain' voice.
"I would most certainly love to hear your idea, which I am sure is in no way idiotic or scatterbrained, would you please enlighten me and do whatever it is that you are thinking of?" Rattled off Anne. Seeing that Edward wanted something more than just a sarcastic reply, she sauntered over to him, and drew her long leg against Edwards front, her thigh passing over his groin in the most seductive way possible.
She gave him a pair of puppy eyes.
"Please?" She said. Edward always sucker for a pretty girl, smiled at her.
"It would be my pleasure." He said. He pushed her back a little, giving him room. Edward drew his fearsome looking pirate scimitar, and with a terrific cut, sliced of the top of the barrel, revealing its contents to them both. Anne looked inside curiously, before snorting.
"Fucking cannonballs." She said. She angrily kicked the barrel over, causing the cannonballs to fall from the barrel, opening the way for them. Anne stopped when she saw what the cannon balls had been blocking.
"Looks like a door…" She said, interest in her voice. Edward took a look for himself. A small door, only passable by crouching, was in the wall. He pushed on the knob. Unlike the barrel, the door opened easily. Anne was the first to crawl through.
"E-Edward? You're gonna want to see this." Said Anne from the other side of the wall, awe was present in her voice. As if she had seen a ghost. Edward crawled through next. And was shocked by what he saw. A immense, golden statue, at least fifteen feet tall was laid slanted in the room. It had the appearance of a man, with devilish features. The entire statue was made from gold, and shone like Anne and Edwards eye's as they stared at the statue.
"El Dorado." Said Edward.
"What?" Asked Anne.
"El Dorado!" Said Edward, louder this time.
"It's not a city… but a statue! Ha! I knew there was a reason as to why this tiny ship was in that treasure fleet! This ship was called El Dorado! That's why it was a part of the fleet! The Spanish found El Dorado!" Exclaimed Edward. Anne's mouth hung open.
"El Do- all this time, has been here…" She said, still in shock. Edward was practically dancing.
"Oh Anne! Wait until we tell the crew-"Edward began, but that sentence snapped Anne out of her trance.
"Whoa whoa whoa, Edward! We can't tell the crew!" Said Bonny. Edward frowned.
"Why not?" He asked.
"Because there was no vote on whether to go after this or anything! Edward we found this! Me and you! This is OUR treasure!" She said.
"So Anne, we keep this for-"
"Ourselves! We are pirates Edward! Would any of the other crew members share this? Besides, they are well paid, and live well at Great Inagua, they don't need this. Plus, they left you for dead Edward, you deserve this." She said, appealing to the pirate side of him. Edward thought for a moment. Then nodded.
"Okay, we'll hide this in the old Mayan Ruins back home." He said. Anne smiled.
"But Anne? How are we gonna get this thing out of here?"