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==Chapter 2: Reconciliation and Regrets==


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"Edward," Mary said as she removed her hands from Edward's shoulders. "I saw what you have done all these years after I was gone…"

Edward saw that her face now had a light smile, a twinkle in her bronze-colored eyes. "When I first met you, I saw that you had some good in you outside of just your desires for glory and fortune, that you would one day give up on your selfish ambitions and put your skills to help us; the Assassins."

"Aye, but I failed to heed your words till it was too late, only when you were gone…" Edward said, regret and remorse filling his voice into that he could barely hide his tears.

Then, Mary playfully elbowed him in the ribs, knocking the air out of Edward. "Jaysus, Edward. Stop crying like I've unmanned ya' already 'else I'll do it right now." She smirked as her hand down to Edward's groin playfully.

"Damn, Mary… You really know how to scare a man." Edward finally cracked a smile of his own as he raised his hands into the air as a form of surrender.

Mary's smirk then widened. "You should be, else you won't be one when I'm done with you."

Suddenly, Edward spoke up. "Wait, so if this is the afterlife, is…" His voice quickly stopped in its tracks and he hesitated to continue.

Mary noticed the sudden stop in his voice and she immediately realized what Edward had intended to ask her. "Yes, Edward." She answered. "She's here, waiting for you over there." She then pointed to the other side of the Great Inagua mansion.

Thanking Mary, Edward then walked across to the other side, his right hand gripping firmly on the railway as he turned around the corner. His eyes widen in surprise and gulped nervously, his breathing becoming more heavy and rapid.

There she stood, staring at the afternoon sky in this makeshift world solemnly. She looked exactly as she did for over twenty years ago, her outer beauty still as flawless as it was before, at least before the smallpox had ravaged her to death. Slowly walking up to her, Edward then spoke up.

"Hello, Caroline."


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Caroline Scott-Kenway turned around to meet her husband face to face. Her eyes quickly misted up at the sight of him. He had matured so much ever since they had last seen each other for over twenty years. Aside from his physical features, he had this feeling, the tone in his voice when he spoke, it was a far cry from the irrational and ambitious man she had married.

The two former lovers stared into each other's eyes for a long and awkward time, until Caroline had broken the silence.

"Edward," she spoke. "I-I haven't seen you for so long…"

"Caroline…" It was Edward's turn to speak. God, he could feel his own heart beating in his chest; which was rather ridiculous to feel since he was already dead.

She then smiled lightly, a look that Edward had not seen since they were living together in the farm after they married.

"Well, Edward… What were you going to say?"

Kenway made a light cough and cleared his throat. Damn it, he felt so pathetic. All that learning and maturing he had even until now and he still felt just as uneasy as before.

"I-I'm sorry, that I wasn't there for you when you needed me the most." Edward croaked as he fiddled with his fingers nervously.

"I also apologize, Edward. I heard about that night…when you and your family lost your home-our home, I mean…" Caroline replied, averting her gaze away from Edward to the garden. "I should have known of my father's involvement in that incident-"

Edward then held up his hand. "It's okay, Caroline. But I am sorry; I killed him twelve years ago. Not out of vengeance for all that he had done to harm my family; to burn down my home, but out of justice for the crimes that he had committed…"

Caroline nodded. She had already seen from the afterlife that Edward had killed her father. Though saddened that Edward had been a killer, she was relieved that he would not have tormented him, to make her father suffer a painful death.

"But…" Caroline said. "I am happy that you have taken care of Jennifer well, and that you have moved on to be a responsible father. The reason why I had to leave you was when I discovered my pregnancy; I feared that if you continued to live on your life with drink and your privateering career, we wouldn't be able to support her."

"She's just as beautiful as her mother. Jennifer is…" Edward replied. "But you could have told me that you were pregnant with her. I would have tried to help, to give up on my dreams just to see you safe."

A tear trickled down Caroline's smooth face. "But I believed that you might not listen, and it would make you desire wealth all the more."

Edward sighed. "You were right, back then I would have desired money all the more. To live a life better than I once had… But in my dreams of fame and fortune, I had lost too many people dear to me. But that made me realize that what I believed in was wrong, so I now served a more noble cause."

The pair's eyes silently bore into each other, as their hands reached to hold on tightly together. Their heads leaned closer before they kissed, the first time for over twenty years. They did not say a word… there was no longer a need to.


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Twelve Years Later...

"My name is Haytham Kenway," Edward saw his son speak as he remorselessly tightened the hold of his scarf over the neck of Juan Vedomir. "You have betrayed the Templar Order. For this, you have been sentenced to execution."

As Juan Vedomir died, Haytham took a book, which appeared to be a journal, and made his escape from Vedomir's villa.

"Damn it!" Edward cursed. Mary was with him to see his son, and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. Her eyes showed sympathy to the distress that her closest friend was feeling.

Edward had watched over his son. He saw that Haytham had already grown up, and had actually kept the steel short sword that Edward had given him on his eighth birthday. But he was extremely furious and despaired when he saw what Birch had turned his young boy into; a deadly murderer working for the Templars.

But he knows that Haytham had deeply cared for what he was doing. He had found a new family in the Templars, after he had lost everything dear to him, including his parents. He recalled that Hornigold, a mentor and a friend to him, also threw in with them. Initially, Edward had felt bitterness and hatred towards Benjamin for his actions, but realized that he had no choice but to make his decision. There is no reason for him not to be disappointed in his son.

"Your son, Haytham…" Mary spoke as Edward turned his head to meet her. "He looks just like his father."

Edward smiled as his eyes teared up. He remembered himself carrying Haytham when he couldn't see the stage at the Opera House in London; when he walked him to White's Chocolate House for his birthday.

"Yes he does, Mary. He really does."


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End of Chapter Two