Alright lads, I'll give ya blackbeard's honest opinion.
You ask me, can this new captain promise you a life prizes, plunder, and adventure?
Aye, among all the gentlemen of fortune sailing these west indies, he ranks among the most clever.
There was a time when I thought myself, the deadliest scourge on these seas...but this man is a fearsome dog that feeds off trouble and turmoil!
I've seen him and that beast clear the deck of a spanish galleon like I would never; Fighting with that devil at his side. Never seen a woman nor man fight like her.
The lass 's possessed i tell you. And he's possessed by her.

It was already dark outside.
The roaring sea, the storm and the sky mixed together in one heavy dark, dirty blue.
She shot up in her bed, eyes blinking wildly as the ship cracked again, even louder this time.
"Holy fucki-", she muttered to herself before a huge bump pushed her out of the bed, onto the wooden floor.
There was screaming, rain and thunder heard from outside.
One of the sailors was running by, through the board of the ship.
She quickly pushed herself up, grabbing his arm, forcefully turning him around.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? Is your captain to dump to move this ship aro-", she hissed at him with gritted teeth as another bump pushed her into him, against the wall.
He caught her. "Sorry mistress. Terribbley sorrey. But we're under Attack. Misstress. Sir.", he mumbled.
Her dark eyes widened and her expression softened. "Attack?", she asked both confused and shocked as yet another bump pushed her two steps back.
"Yes, Sir! Misstress. Stay inside please. I have to get on bo-", another bump hit them and she was again pushed at the wall behind her, as the soldier hurried up the stairs.
"Attack?! Fucking Shit!", she yelled more at herself than at him.

"Master!", a male voice called from behind her and she turned to see the hooded figure running up to her.
"I will take care of it.", he spoke, passing her. His hand was softly touching her shoulder as he rushed by.
"Walpole. i do not think. That this is a situation. You. Can take care of.", she whispered, somehow annoyed at how naive he was.
Nevertheless he was running for the stairs.
"WALPOLE! Dammit. Second guy that leaves me standin' here like that. What's wrong lately...", she mumbled.
An enormous crack made her jump. She stared at her left as the ship continued cracking loudly and water streamed inside.

Edward reached the coast with a smile on his face.
Out of exhaustion he fell onto the clear, white sand.
The dark clouds had parted and the sun smiled back down on him.
Out of the water a second man came crawling, gasping for air.
Edward laughed. It just hit him. He survived and was damn lucky at that moment.
"Was it good for you as well?", he asked the men, dressed in blue.
"Havana...", was all he said, looking torn up and done for it, "I must get to Havana."
"Well i'll just build us another ship will i?", Edward kept laughing.
"I can pay you. Isn't that the sound you pirates like best?", the man hissed, "One hundred Escudos."
Edward pushed himself up, smirking slightly. "Keep talking."
"Will you, or won't you?"
"You don't...", he walked over to the stranded man, "have that money now, do you?"
In a matter of seconds a gun was pulled and Edward jumped at the sight of it's barrel in his face.
"Bloody fucking pirats...", the man hissed, jumped up pulling the trigger.
The gun clicked - but that was about it.
Edward laughed as the man turned to run into the jungle.
"I'm on to you!"

Being on to him was no problem. Reaching him neither.
Killing him was one.
Clenching his already hurt arm beneath his hand, Edward hissed slightly as he crouched down, searching if there was anything interesting on the guy.
He'd hurt himself not just on the ship, but yet again in the sword fight.
Blood was dripping down his arm as he read through the letter in his hands.
"Duncan Walpole, aye?", he whispered, looking down at the corpse at his feet, "Nice to meet you."
Being a clever man, he took letter, bag and costume, already looking for a chance to get off the island.
There was a small ship plundered at the coast and with hasty steps he went straight at it when he heard it.

This exhausted, mad little laughter was the first thing he ever heard of her and it already fascinated him.
He jumped slightly at the thought of being seen already and turned around rapidly.
There she stood. He froze, simply staring at her.
"Mister Walpole.", she started, breaking into another laughter, "Holy mother of god."
Her dark, long hair glistened in the sun. It was fuzzily hanging in her face.
Her skin seemed unlikely pale. Paler than anything he'd seen in quite a while around the sea. Her lips were of a dark red, maybe because she was bleeding out of the corner of her mouth.
Her clothes seemed fancy. Fancier even than anything he'd ever seen the rich salesmen in Navassa or Tortuga wear. The golden buttons on her trousers seemed to be worth more than his whole equipment. The Corset around her upper body was littered with all kinds of places for small knives and weapons of all kinds. She wore a long beautiful sword on her back and a pair of pistols in a holster around her thigh.
She cursed as she pulled the long, wet coat of her shoulders, leaving her bear under the sun.
He still stared at her.

This, well this and a fishtail, was pretty much how he imagined a mermaid to look like if he ever met one.
He thought hard if he ever met a woman more beautiful than her, but failed at the task.
She walked up to him and he still stared as she again started laughing like a maniac.
Okay. Beautiful but badshit crazy. That was okay with him.
"I...", she started gaining composure, "I can't fucking believe that we two, out of all of them fellas are the only ones who bloody survived this ride.", she looked at him, hand now on his shoulder, before starting to laugh again.
"What's...what's so funny?", Edward finally asked, still a little scared if she recognized he wasn't who he appeared to be.
"WHAT'S SO FUCKING FUNNY?", she suddenly yelled at him.
He stared at her in shock, as she pulled her hair back with her hand. He now noticed her black leather gloves and asked himself why she would wear something like that at these temperatures.
"What's so funny.", she whispered and came closer again, "Is that i fucking survived this shitty boat-tour-trip. And you know what? It was bloody amazing.", she grinned, "Seriously. I mean for a moment i was scared shitless...BUT then...Then it was bloody amazing. I mean the adrenaline. Mate.", she shuddered slightly and started laughing again.
This time he actually laughed with her.
"You know. It's somehow funny it's simply the two of us, the only two Assassins on the ship, to survive this bullshit.", she chuckled to herself.
"Right...", Edward smiled carefully.
"So Mister Walpole. Guess we gotta get ourselfes a ride to...where was it you need to go?", she asked taking a small walk looking at her surroundings.
"Havana.", he shot.
She looked at him. "Havana?"
"Havana.", he nodded, hoping that would be the right answer.
She blinked a few times and he glanced at her huge eyes, before she shrugged.
"Whatever Mister. You're the Boss. You know the way. Lead us then."
Edward sighed relieved. She really didn't seem to have noticed his little make over.
On the over hand he had to deal with a god damn girl following him around now. He just hope she wouldn't bring him in too much trouble.
He watched her, walking up in front of him to stare down at the beach.
"On the other hand", he thought to himself glancing at her form, "this could turn out quite nice.", he smiled smugly.

"What's that?", she asked, gesturing to the people on the beach.
Edward walked up to her, glancing too. "A salesman ship. Looks like someone tries to take it over."
"Maybe if we help the poor old man we can owe our favor to get us closer to our destination...", she whispered huskily and glanced at him.
He smirked and shrugged. "Nice idea. Thought the same thing. Wait here.", he spoke as he pulled his swords out of their halfter.
"Eh eh.", she grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back.
He stared at her wide eyed, but her eyes were fixed on the beach.
"You stay here Walpole. We're gonna need you in one piece. Let me take them. I'm in the mood.", she spoke.
Her voice appeared darker than before and her expression hardened like a wildcat fixated on it's pray.
"Are you sure?", Edward asked, chuckling to himself.
There were a lot of guards and he didn't quite believe she could even take out two of them.
"This is an order, Walpole. Didn't your Mentor told you to listen to me? I'm much higher ranked than you. Don't forget that.", she mumbled to herself, as she made her way down.

Edward wanted to stop her, say anything but it was her eyes that held him back.
It was at that day, that he decided to keep her around.
He never saw someone do something like that. Never saw anyone fight like that.
She moved like a dancer and stroke with such force, that her motions appeared like something they would show on a stage at the finest theaters in Paris and London and who knows where.
Without taking a single hit, she slit the last man throat, walking past his tumbling body without sparing him a glance.
Edward still watched her. Mouth opened.
"What?", she called up to him.
"What are you...what...what was that?", he laughed slightly, one hand fumbling with his full, bond hair.
She giggle to herself. "Now you know why they call me the devil over in Europe. Maybe i'll make a name for myself over here too, eh?", she smiled at him, readjusting her sword.
"You sure will.", he muffled, still impressed.
"Let's get to the poor man down there. Think i scared him.", she chuckled, turning her back to him, walking down the beach again.

"Oh Mylady. My god...did you...what possessed you, a woman should not fight like this...at all! Thanks thank you so much though i-", as the man rushed up to grab her hand Edward rapidly held it back.
"Hey, not so rough with the lady, aye?", he warned walking up to create some distance between the strange couple.
She gave him a slight smirk at that gentlemanish behavior and he returned it, before turning back to the helpless salesman.
"Is that yours?", he gestured to the ship, not far from the beach.
"Yes. That is my vessel," he sighted, "but here lies it's poor captain and i have no art for sailing..."
"I can pilot her my self, no mind.", Edward shrugged it off.
The devil looked at him, somehow questioning. "Since when can you pilot a ship, Walpole?"
"You didn't knew?"
"No...", she answered slowly and mistrustful.
"Well. I'm full of surprises.", he smirked, winking, "The name is Duncan. By the way. What is you're name, friend?"
"Stede. Stede Bonnet.", the man smiled softly.
She just stood there, looking a little displeased. Her arms crossed she glared at Walpole.
"Well. I will be going on board then. I guess you will take care of this?", she asked, staring Edward down and making him gulp.
"Yes. I will. Go forth and be careful...swimming.", he gestured at the sea.
She disappeared with a small, sweet huff and he watched her body gliding softly into the sea.

"She's a a beauty...", Bonnet glanced after her, just as Edward did.
"Oh yes.", he chuckled slightly.
"But...I've never seen a woman fight like that..."
"Me neither Bonnet. Nor a man.", Edward's smile disappeared, leaving his gaze cold.
He now knew that she could possibly kill him if she wanted, or found out who he was.
"Is she your...your wife?"
Edward shook his head. "Don't quite know that myself lad."