(Hello. This is my first Kiddway story. It's my other otp with FrUk. Can I just say that I love it. I shipped it since the day I saw James Kidd. Enjoy. There's going to be violence and a mature part eventually but consider it my gift. Third person view.)
"Jaysus."
Mary Read knew she would live this life. She was destined to be on the open seas. She was practically a paralian from birth and born near some channel in Great Britain. Her mother told her she got her Irish but she could never remember much about her life as a child. She had been this regal and wild little lass. She would refuse to get down from trees and stubbornly climb higher and you would never see her standing still.
She was like a hawk.
The squawks of the seagulls caused her to give a snort as she awoke. The bitter taste of Caribbean rum met pale lips. She glanced up to see the figure of Charles Vane laughing, yet a confused expression was almost permanent. She was here with Edward Thatch, Vane, and Rackham. Two of the three were passed out in strange places at the tavern they sat at. The cracked, aging table had maps, weapons, rum, and some rusted reales.
"Jaysus? James. I believe no soul has told you that you talk in your sleep."
"Oh shut your gob, Vane."
She remembered meeting the men that surrounded her. Charles Vane was found after an attempted plunder. And seeing the black-haired Mary caused him to make a deal. However, he didn't know Mary was Mary. Mary was James Kidd, the illegitimate son of William Kidd.
It took some binding and clothes weaved by her fellow assassins to make her fit the persona of James. Nothing else was changed. Her mother was a hardy woman so she barely had hips to show or the slim legs and arms like most women. They were replaced with these muscular limbs and a strong jaw. Besides? How many women did you see with scars and tattoos? Only the mere island of Tulum knew of her true gender. And plus, if anyone did find out, she'd be a laughing stock. Women pirates? What thing would exist.
That was until she was told she would meet someone new today.
"I believe we wanted assistance from a man. " Vane started. "Hasn't been a hassler. Calmer than Teach-"
"Thatch!" A gruff and obviously irritated voice responded, hidden somewhere under the table they sat at.
"Thatch. His name is Kenway. 'robably from the King's land as we are. Welsh by the name. Edward's a common name." He pulled out this small sketch of a man and handed it to Mary.
"Aye, he even looks from the King's land." Mary responded, a nimble finger tracing the details of the man's face. It was roughed up a bit, but he looked interesting."
Those clothes, She thought, They look stolen from Tulum. Is he a mate of Duncan Walpole?
"Kidd, yer staring into Heaven." An incrediably drunk Jack Rackham said, appearing behind Vane and Mary and slapping the woman on the back. She really was staring at Edward. Was he an assassin trained behind her back? Nobody would wear those clothes unless they stole them...or killed someone for them.
"It-It's nothing." She stammered, her brows furrowing in confusion.
Kenway. That name fits an assassin.