Nassau bar was an old, mostly wooden building set up across the town's beach. Animus Cove's residents visited the bar before 5 pm. Once it was 6, they would quickly leave for two reasons.

The first reason was the 'Pirates.' So-called pirates, as most people in town said behind their backs. Really, they were a group of men who liked to be loud and brash, travelling over speed limits on their boats out at sea, and shouting and yelling when walking down the streets. They didn't care for laws, they took whatever they wanted when they wanted, majority of it being some form of alcohol to get piss drunk off of.

Even in a drunken state, they were avoided. Perhaps even more so. They were known to brawl whoever so much as looked at them wrongly, and were more likely to attack someone when drunk. Their leader, Edward Thatch, better known as Blackbeard due to his impressive amount of facial hair, was a ruthless but fair man. He knew what he wanted for his crew, and would work to achieve it in a somewhat honest way, with the welfare of his crew in his mind the whole time. The actions he took were usually illegal, but he was always careful to make sure his crew was in good condition afterwards, and everyone was cared for.

Only one person surpassed Blackbeard's ruthlessness, and that was Charles Vane. Often dressed in black and red, Vane was as cunning as he was clever, finding new ways to swindle shop keepers out of money. Vane was known to get his own way, no matter how strongly another protested against it.

The polar opposite of Vane was Benjamin Hornigold. Hornigold was perhaps the most honest of the group. He favoured colours in varying shades of blue or gold, and always had his brown hair tied back into a neat ponytail. If anyone were to protest against robbing a store, it was Hornigold. It wasn't clear to outsiders why Hornigold had chosen to join the crew, especially as he never seemed to fully agree with the others.

The golden boy of the group was most definitely Edward Kenway. A blond haired, blue eyed man with a neat beard on his jaw, Edward was the one who always caused trouble. He was rowdy, loud, and had far too much confidence for his own good. Multiple tattoos marked his arms and chest, he liked to wear a singlet to show off his muscular arms and tattoos. A shark tooth necklace was around his neck, he claimed it was from a real shark, but few truly believed him.

It was 6:10pm, meaning the Pirates were late. Still, Blackbeard opened the doors to the pub, long black hair and beard swishing slightly. He wore a leather jacket and dark jeans, pushing past the few remaining people leaving the bar. Hornigold and Vane pushed past him, claiming their table in the centre of the bar, next to the large window. Blackbeard nodded a greeting to Calico Jack Rackham, the owner of the bar.

Rackham's style was, to put it bluntly, ridiculous. He wore pinks, yellows, oranges, greens, any colour that he liked, which was all of them. His clothing was flamboyant enough to make a blind man blink twice. It took a while for someone to get used to his fashion, but once you did, you'd find a fairly reliable friend in Jack. The only downside to him was his fondness of whiskey, his voice was always slurred, and he was never truly focused.

The men sat at their table, speaking loudly to one another. They were the only people in here besides Rackham and a waitress, they didn't care who heard them.

The waitress walked over to them, warmth in her green eyes. She smiled at the men, pulling a pen and paper out of the front pocket of her dress and announcing that she'd be taking their orders. Her hair was long and deep red, she had pink flowers in her hair, and wore a green dress with an apron over it. Her name was Anne Bonny, most of the town knew her, especially the men. Every man, and some women, had taken a fancy towards Bonny, although she stayed faithful to Rackham.

She walked away once they took their orders to prepare their drinks. Vane leant forward in his seat, hands clasped together and brown eyes intent and focused.

"'Aight, boys, I think I've gotta scheme for us." He held his hands up, drawing everyone's attention. "They bring in shipments of-"

"Hey, I think we should wait for Kidd to get here." Edward intervened, sea blue eyes flickering to the door. Recently, he and Kidd had become close friends, he'd learnt that Kidd was the best at planning, and it was in their best interest that he was present for important decision making.

Vane laughed, shaking his head and staring at the younger man. "Edward, yer not taking a fancy to Kidd, are ya? You sure he's legal age?"

"Oh, piss off, Vane." Blackbeard grumbled, jumping to Edward's safety. Edward let out a sigh of relief, sinking back into his chair slightly. He wasn't in the mood to deal with Vane's snarky comments, especially after how his day had been. His ex, Caroline, haven't responded to his messages once again, and he was never one to appreciate being ignored. "Kidd's a good lad, Edward's better off in 'is company than yers."

"Really? The man who's twice the devil his father was, is better company than an arse like Vane?" Hornigold scoffed, shaking his head. "I see no sense in your reasoning, Thatch."

As if he could sense his name, the pub doors opened, and James Kidd walked into the pub. Kidd walked with a slight swagger; he wore deep red jeans and a dark green jacket. His black hair was slicked back, some stray hairs hung over his face, they just covered his scar, which went through his right brow, down to his cheek. It was fortunate the blade hadn't cut into his eye, two perfectly healthy brown eyes squinted in the sudden light of the bar. He nodded when he saw the crew, and walked over to join them.

Every time Edward saw him again, he was reminded of how short Kidd was. He liked to wear clothes that were a size larger than necessary. When asked about it, James would say he hated the feel of tight clothes. Even in the middle of summer, he wore long sleeved shirts and pants. Kidd sat next to Edward, giving him a pat on the shoulder. "What's wrong with ya, Kenway?"

It always sounded like his voice was just too low to be natural. Kidd seemed to try and out man everyone else, he always pushed to be as masculine as possible. His actions would've been annoying, had he not been Kidd. It was expected for a lad of around nineteen to be finding his place in the pecking order. Hell, Edward felt sorry for him, not a single strand of hair had grown on Kidd's chin, and in their crew, beards were considered masculine and important.

"Aw, Kidd," Vane's voice was as patronising as possible. He grinned as James looked up at him. "He's pining over-"

"Caroline." Edward cut him off, shooting Vane a quick glare before looking at Kidd. He smiled slightly. "She hasn't responded to my messages, I don't think I'll be winning 'er back."

James rolled his brown eyes. "Oh, don't you be all mopey now. She ain't good for ya, Kenway." The insistence in Kidd's voice surprised Edward. Sure, they were friends, but he didn't expect him to be this concerned. "She made you miserable when yer joined Thatch and the crew, an' she's makin' you miserable now, after she's left you."

"The lad's right." Blackbeard nodded in agreement. He gestured to Kidd. "It seems James here has had some bad experiences with ladies as well. Don't let it get to ya, Edward. You'll get over her soon enough."

"I just need a drink." Kenway grumbled, tracing the grain of the wooden table with his finger. He heard Kidd huff next to him, but Edward didn't look up until he heard the clank of glasses on the table. Anne didn't stay to talk, she was quick to join Rackham at the counter once again.

The men joked with each other, even Edward manages to crack a couple of terrible puns. He'd thought the drink of rum would soothe his worries, but in reality, it made Edward go from miserable to angry. He wanted to punch the wall over and over, but didn't want to receive another scolding from James. Instead, he let it simmer inside him, still attempting to drown the flame with his drink.

It was during one of Thatch's booming laughs that the pub's door flung open. Rackham stopped holding onto Anne, he stood to yell at whoever had walked in. "You piece of shit! What makes you think you can slam open me door, huh?! You're payin' fer any damag, ye hear?!"

Rackham was too deep into his rant to realise the Pirates had stopped laughing. All the men were watching the door, eyes narrowed, hands reaching for concealed weapons. Edward had to blink many times before his vision cleared, and he realised who they were.

They stood at an equal height; both had dark hair, pale skin, and wore mainly black. One was male, he wore a grey shirt, black jeans, and a long black jacket with dark green fabric on the inside. He had stubble on his jaw, shaved into mutton chops. His black hair was slicked back, similar to James' but messier, and his eyes were hazel, a scar went through his right brow.

The woman next to him had her hair woven into a complex braid; Edward was sure it was long when it was down, but she'd braided it so it ran up into her hair, not going past her chin. Freckles crossed over her cheeks, she wore a jacket similar to the man's, but instead of green on the inside, it was a deep red. Her eyes were a piercing blue, paler than Edward's, and contrasted against the eyeliner she'd put on.

Thatch spat onto the floor, dark eyes never leaving the newcomers. He straightened, wiping his lip on his shirt before growling. "Fryes."