I've read a lot of fanfiction, and they all seem to start with one thing.
Disclaimer: I DON'T own Assassin's Creed.
This is my first fanfic, so I'd appreciate constructive criticism. Thanks!
The Irish beauty sighed as she stared at the setting sun. The emptiness inside of her was overwhelming. Ever since the Assassin had rowed her to this tropical land, she had finally had time to remember all that had gone wrong in the past four months. Finally had time to grieve.
Anne Bonny felt robbed, ironic as she was a pirate. Ever since Jamaica... She hadn't been the same. She was left without her best friend, and her own child. The red-head felt dark on the inside, alone and lost. The green grass below her was soft, and the air cool and fresh. The sea breeze that fluttered against her face was gentle, as if caressing her.
She was thinking idly about everything and nothing when he approached. Edward Kenway was the same as he was a few years ago, when they had first met on Nassau. His ocean-blue eyes glittered and his light blonde hair was pulled back. He still wore the same robes, although he had altered them greatly to fit his own personal style. The golden flintlock pistols on his chest and hips gleamed from their makeshift holsters, and his officer rapiers were shining in the low light.
When she met his eyes, she expected to see pity. But instead, the sapphire depths held only understanding.
The sea-pirate said nothing as he sat next to her, backs against the rough bark of an overhanging tree.
"Are you alright?" Edward asked quietly.
Anne was ready to pull about the brave facade, when he spoke again.
"It's alright you know, to tell the truth. I miss her too."
Unwelcome tears raced down her cheeks, and when she answered him her voice was throaty and full of emotion.
"I miss them, Mary, Jack, even Thatch. Do you feel it Edward, the emptiness?"
He looked to her and nodded, "Aye. I know it well. Anne, don't let this break you. I heard you and Mary took on the navy all yourself. If that can't knock you down, then nothin' should."
For the first time since arriving on the island, a small smile etched it's way onto her face. She remembered those days with a fondness. Her dark green eyes flickered over to Edward, and she saw him staring at the deep sea, a faraway look dominating his features. For some unfathomable reason, she knew exactly what he was thinking about. His wife-in God's eyes at least-Caroline Scott Kenway.
Edward had told her about how she had left him, and Anne wished she could help. The captain of the Jackdaw obviously still loved her, and Anne felt a twinge of jealously. How could a woman turn down someone like Edward, who only wanted to give them a fine home, and who was so devoted. She was sure no-one would hold to her like that, think of her every moment possible.
His hands were resting on his knees, and she took one reassuringly in her own. She refused to acknowledge the tingle that ran up her spine at the contact. He belonged to another, and although he was quite handsome and charming, he'd never see past her in that way.
It wasn't that she fancied him, no, she was able to admire a good looking man when they came around. That's all it was. At least, that's what she thought.
Well, I can't say how many times I wanted Anne Bonny and Edward Kenway to end up together. I mean come on, she's got to be the hottest character in the entire history of Assassin's Creed. This is eventually going to be Anne/Edward. Stay tuned for the next chapter!