Edward Kenway returned to Kingston's tavern after killing Laurens Prins in his manor. He decided to have a few drinks and wait here until the city calmed down before heading back to Nassau. So, Kidd was a woman. One named Mary Read. After all those years knowing him... her, whatever, surely he should have noticed but then again he didn't notice Adelaida pretending to be a man on his own ship. Edward sighed, what a revelation.

Edward looked up from his drink hearing a familiar voice reach his ears. It was Adelaida with her quartermaster whose name escaped him. She must've felt him watching her because she looked up, locked eye contact and stared at him. She was still pissed at him for Tulum and leading the Templars to the Assassin's location. He couldn't blame her. Adelaida nudged her quartermaster's arm and they both hurriedly left. Edward finished his rum in record time before rushing after them.

"Adelaida!" Edward called running out of the tavern. She ignored him. "Damn it, Adelaida! Listen!" She continued to ignore him. He caught up and hurried in front of them. "Adela-" She and her quartermaster walked past him. He did it again. "Adelaida!"

"Piss off, Kenway." Adelaida said, passing him once more.

"We need to talk!" Edward shouted, holding out his arms.

She and her quartermaster continued walking. "There is nothing to talk about." They headed for the Black Serpent, her ship.

Edward sprinted past and stood before them, holding out his arms to stop them from going further. "We need to talk! And I won't move until we do."

She rubbed her forehead frustrated and sighed, folding her arms. "Get the fuck of my way."

"Not until we talk about Tulum."

She sighed again. "There is nothing to talk about. You just want to right the wrong, but talking about it will not change what happened." Edward opened his mouth to speak. "Saying sorry will not change it either." She interrupted, holding up a hand. She put it down again. "What's done is done, Edward. I cannot change it, you can't nor can Ah Tabai. I have long stopped blaming you for what happened. I have accepted it."

"I'm going to the Assassin bureaus." Edward defended.

She nodded, "Sí (yes), I know. And you are saving their lives by doing so. I guess by killing the Templars sent to kill them, you are righting a wrong."

"So?" He asked slowly.

"I still hate you." She said bluntly. She pushed past him and headed for her ship.

Edward thought for a moment. Then he rushed for the Black Serpent, diving into the water a few docks away from the ship. He swam around to the port side of the vessel and quietly climbed up the side and the rigging. He didn't understand the Spanish being said.

"Ese idiota piensa que yo nací ayer? Pendejo. Lo juro por todo lo que se va a arrepentir de esto. Cuando termina engañando por allí arriba, tráemelo. (That idiot thinks I was born yesterday? Jackass. I swear to everything he's going to regret this. When he's finished fooling around up there, bring him to me.)" She was saying. "Oh, tú, dices Adewale vamos a estar pidiendo prestado a su capitán por un tiempo. Dile a la cabeza de Nassau y nosotros lo vamos a dejar una vez que hayamos terminado. (Oh, you, tell Adéwalé we are going to be borrowing his captain for a while. Tell him to head for Nassau and we'll drop him off once we're done.)"

"Sí, capitán." Someone else replied.

Edward reached the crow's nest; luckily there was no one there, so he sat on the edge and looked down at the ship and crew. He wasn't going to move. Not at all. He was going where they were going. No matter where that was.

"Vamos a dejar que Pablo está de vuelta a bordo. Hacer listo para zarpar, los hombres! (We shall leave when Pablo is back aboard. Make ready to set sail, men!)" Adelaida ordered.

What the hell are they talking about? Edward wondered. No way had they seen him climbing up the ropes because their backs were turned away from him. As the sails unfurled, Edward retreated closer to the mast. He wasn't going to move. Even though they were getting ready to leave... Perhaps he should move... Hmm.

"Capitán Edward Kenway," Edward jumped high, it was Sebastián, Adelaida's quartermaster standing behind him. "The capitán would like to speak with you."

Edward swallowed, Yep, she saw him. He reluctantly climbed down as Sebastián watched him and he landed on the deck. Adelaida stood in front of the cabin doors with her arms folded, wearing a scowl. "My cabin. Now."

Edward slowly walked into the cabin as Adelaida told Sebastián to be ready to leave. She strode into the cabin and closed the doors behind her. "You're an idiot." She said, moving to her desk. "Sit your ass down."

Edward sat. "We're leaving Kingston?"

She nodded, "And don't worry, Adéwalé knows." She looked at him and leaned against her desk. "What did you think you would accomplish doing that?"

He shrugged, "I don't know. Perhaps for us to talk."

She sighed, "I told you there is nothing to talk about. I know that, even though you had a hand in showing the Templars where we are, you just wanted Walpole's prize... Well lack of prize."

Edward nodded and held up a finger, "You said. I want to know what I can do to regain your trust."

"We're on our way to Tortuga to rescue some Assassins."

"Do I have to go?"

Adelaida stared at him incredulously. "Por supuesto (Of course)! You have no say in the matter. You trespassed on my ship; you're coming whether you like it or not."

Edward folded his arms and sank in the chair. "What if I refuse?"

"Then I will gladly throw you overboard and leave you to wait for the Jackdaw to come to your rescue." She spoke with a smile that didn't sit well with Edward. She would definitely toss him overboard if he pissed her off further.

"Ok, Adelaida. I guess I'll have to come with you."

"Good," Adelaida said with a nod.

Edward sat upright in his chair. "How did the Assassins get captured anyway?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "We don't know. The last message we revived was that they had tracked Pedro Soto - the target and associate to Laurens Prins- to Tortuga and were getting ready to attack. We haven't heard anything since. Ah Tabai has sent us to get them back."

"Damn."

"I agree."

Edward sat forward and looked up at her. "So you and grumpy jester are married, eh?"

Adelaida grabbed his collar and pulled him off the chair so they were nose to nose. "Breathe a word of that to anyone, and you'd be dead before you could blink." He swallowed hard and nodded. "Brilliant." She let go of his collar and landed with a thump on chair. Adelaida stood up and moved around the desk to him. She pulled him to his feet by his armpit and shoved him towards the door.

"Your ship is lovely by the way." Edward uttered as they exited.

"Flattery won't get you anywhere." She replied. They walked up the stairs to the poop deck and she took the helm from Sebastián. "Are we on course for Tortuga?"

"Sí, capitán. The wind favours us. We'll be there in no time." Sebastián answered.

She nodded, "Bien, bien." She glanced at Edward. "I suggest you get comfy, Edward. Though not too comfy."

"Aye, aye, captain!" Edward replied doing a mock salute.