Like Father and Daughter

by evelynaddison

Nadya was raised by Gypsy's as she left home at age of 14. She had always wanted to go out and explore the world and the great oceans, so she manages to sneak into a ship, owned by Edward Kenway. When caught, Edward tells her ignorance she will to be returned home, yet along the way they run into a enemies and other struggles. This causes Edward to have a connection with Nadya.

1. Prologue

(So this is my new story of the Assassins Creed saga, and now we use Edward Kenway! I roleplay a lot and recently made a new character. "Hannahthewander" so I kept thinking, why not make a story about her and Edward? They both have something in common with attitudes, but the come from very different places. Hannah doesn't have a home since she travels a lot, yet she helps out with the brotherhood in some ways. Hannah lives with Gypsy's that raised her at the age of 13. So several years later she's been trained and is currently 17. She runs into Edward Kenway and BOOM! The adventures begin. Well Anywhoz, we'll see how this goes. REVIEW PLZ :D)

Prologue

Close your eyes for a minute. Imagine the sounds of waves washing up against shore, the sand tickling between your toes. Breathe in deeply, and take a whiff of the ocean breeze along the shoreline, the saltiness of the water spraying to your mouth as you ride your very own ship. Your own crew in their positions, reeling the sails at full speed while the seagulls call out to their own kind to sail with your ship. They shout your name with glee, ranting and raising their beers in the air. Winds flap rapidly against your sails, riding along with you to wherever you wish to go. The sea is yours, you are known as Poseidon's daughter/son. Those who dare say your name are up for a challenge. You one of the most feared humans ever alive, that not even Blackbeard can say himself. Now open your eyes. You're back to where you were before. An imagination is an addiction, but when your imagination comes to reality, it feels as if you were in the dream the whole time. Yet my dream feels real I can taste the salt water that sprays into my mouth. No one can understand this feeling, the feeling I strive for, the feeling I desire for. Others think I'm crazy, but is it so crazy to be on a ship, to sail into a world you have not known before? Maybe so, but I guess my middle name is crazy for a reason.