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Jason9000: It's me again with another short little one-shot. The premise? Connor's first time out at sea with his drunken lovable grandfather. Well this ought to be interesting. Year is around 1766 so he's around ten years old.

Bold and italicized words like this: (Hello) mean that Connor and Ziio are speaking their native language.*

"Ziio I promise, nothing is going to happen to him. It's just a month journey down to Great Inagua to visit his grandmother for a few weeks and then we'll come straight back," Edward told his daughter-in-law.

Despite agreeing to this four months ago, Ziio still wasn't thrilled with the idea. It wasn't that she didn't trust Edward. It's what Ratonhnhaké:ton would do when Edward wasn't doing. Ratonhnhaké:ton or Connor as he was nicknamed by her friend Achilles a while back. Had a nasty habit of sneaking off when no one was looking. This worried her no to end when they went to Boston, now he was going to a place she never even heard of until recently.

"Come on Ziio, you know Tessa can't travel anymore and I want him to have good memories of his grandmother before…before she leaves," Edward said quietly in front of Connor.

Connor looked up and cocked his head to the side and was confused by what his grandfather meant. He didn't know what was wrong with his grandmother. All he knew was that she was sick and couldn't visit him anymore.

Both Ziio and Connor were standing on the docks in Boston. It was a normally busy day what with ships coming in from all across the Atlantic. Men were behind Edward loading cargo onto his ship, The Jackdaw.

Ziio sighed; she knew Tessa was slowly getting worse. It started when she had trouble walking a year ago. Now she could hardly get out of bed. In fact, Connor hadn't seen Edward in a year and half, aside from the letters his mother read to him.

"I promise I will do everything in my power to keep him safe. There aren't many pirates that roam the seas as the early part this century. Besides, Read is supposed to join me from New York, Bonnet from England, Haytham from Charleston along with Thatch. We'll have a small armada of ships going toward Great Inagua. I doubt anyone will want to mess with us," Edward said grinning.

Ziio smiled a bit, but sighed. "I just don't want to let him go. He's only ten…" She said quietly.

Edward grabbed both her shoulders and smiled. "Don't worry lass; he'll be back before the New Year. Besides now's the time of the year that makes Inagua worth visiting," The old pirate said hugging her.

Ziio hugged back for a moment and they broke their embrace. Connor wasn't even paying attention. She saw him staring at the Jackdaw's mast.

She then turned to her son and knelt down so she would be eye level with him.

"You be good for your grandfather you hear me? I don't want to hear about you causing trouble. And say hello to your grandmother for me," She told him.

Connor nodded at his mother and hugged her. "I will. I promise to be good. I will miss you Ista," Connor told her.

Ziio hugged him tighter with tears in her eyes. "And I you Ratonhnhaké:ton, I love you," She whispered.

"I love you too mother. See you before the snow melts," Connor said in their native tongue.

Ziio smiled and let go. Connor then grasped Edward's outstretched hand and they began walking toward the plank to the ship.

"Make sure he steps on with his right foot, we don't need bad luck on this voyage Edward!" A deep voice called from the Jackdaw's wheel.

Edward waved in the voice's direction with dismissal. "I've got it Ade…don't worry."

Edward helped Connor onto the ship and Connor stumbled a bit not used to the rocking of the ship. Some of the crew mates laughed at him commenting on how they remember the first time they got on a ship. Connor's face turned a little red and he walked toward the back of the ship. He could just see over the top and saw his mother on shore.

She waved and smiled at him. Connor heard a shout saying there were casting off. His mother put her hands to her mouth and called out to Connor and Edward.

"You best bring him back to me in one piece Edward or I will have your head! And do not take him into any bars or brothels!"

Connor blinked at confusion at the statement not understanding what a brothel was. He knew of bars from asking his father, but never heard of a brothel.

"He's ten years old Ziio! You honestly think any woman would…want him like that?" Edward asked while glancing at Connor. "At most they would just watch over him for me if there was trouble at the bar," He shouted back.

"Don't test me Kenway! I will have you head on a spit if he goes in there!" She shouted at him above the noise of Boston.

Edward was about to shout back, but then realized it would be better for his health if he didn't fight with her. He nodded at her acknowledging to request and went to take the wheel.

Connor stole one last glance at his mother, waving at her, and then followed his grandfather toward the wheel.

"Captain at the helm!" Adéwalé called out.

"Thanks again for coming with me on this mate, I appreciate it," Edward told him.

Adéwalé smiled at him. "When I heard most of our old friends were convening at Great Inagua, I'd figured it be good to reminisce of days gone by so I requested time off. It was fortunate I ran into you here in Boston, otherwise I would have had to wait another three weeks for another ship to come in and take me down," He told him.

Adéwalé then looked at young Connor. "Besides I get to witness another Kenway head out to sea. Maybe he'll take after you and sail around the Atlantic a bit eh?" He joked to Edward.

Edward merely shook his head. Connor walked over to the railing and looked out into the ocean. He had never been on the ocean before. He had been in rivers around his home, but never the massive ocean.

"Careful young Connor, last thing I need is for you to fall overboard. I don't want to tell your mother we lost you to Davy Jones," Adéwalé said.

Connor turned to him with confusion. "Who is Davy Jones?" He asked.

Adéwalé motioned him to follow. "Come below deck and I'll tell you as I give you the tour of this magnificent vessel," Adéwalé said walking down the stairs.

Connor looked back at his grandfather. Edward nodded "Go on, I know you've been wanting to explore this ship for a while. You can go with Adéwalé," Edward said.

Connor then followed Adéwalé below deck.

The first two weeks were rather boring to Connor. He wasn't old enough to help out much, even if he wanted to. So he spent most of his time making a present for his sick grandmother.

They were joined with another ship a week later that was captained by someone named Mary Read. Connor hadn't seen any women captaining ships before so he was a bit shocked. It wasn't that Connor didn't think a woman could be a captain of a ship; it was just that he never saw it done.

Slowly they met with other people. A man named Stede Bonnet joined up a week later. His ship didn't look so good so they stopped along the coast to patch it up as best they could. He ran into the middle of a fight between a French and English Man O'War. He got caught up in the cross-hairs and was lucky enough to get away before his small ship was destroyed.

One morning when they were about to enter the port of Charleston Adéwalé called out as he saw two ships on the horizon. Edward got out his spyglass and looked on. He suddenly smiled as he handed it to Adéwalé.

"Seems old Thatch has met up with the Ghost of the North Seas. Must be exchanging information or crew members judging by the look of it," Edward told him.

"I haven't seen that ship in almost two years. Been on some reconnaissance missions from what I've been told. Wonder what they want with old Thatch," Adéwalé commented as he looked at the two ships. One of them slowly left and went out into the sea.

"We'll find out in about ten minutes, provided the wind doesn't give out on us. And I'll see if Thatch has turned my poor son into dog chow," Edward told him.

Connor perked up at this. "My father is with the pirate Blackbeard?" He asked fearfully.

Edward's eyes widened as he didn't know that Connor knew that Thatch was one of the most feared pirates in the West Indies.

Adéwalé started chuckling and waited to watch Edward explain this to young Connor.

"…How do you know that Thatch is a pirate?" Edward asked slowly.

"I overheard some of your crew members saying they could not wait to see Thatch the old pirate again…I am scared grandfather. Are the stories about him true?" He asked.

Edward bit his lip and he wracked his brain for an answer. Finally he opened his mouth to try and not scare his grandchild anymore.

"No, none of them are true. He was once a pirate, but he's retired now. He sometimes sails, but he doesn't attack people like he used to," Edward told him.

Adéwalé did his best to stop himself from laughing by covering his mouth. Edward smacked the back of his head and glared at his quartermaster.

"Don't worry, you'll see. In fact I bet your father is having a bunch of laughs with him now,"

"GET ME DOWN FROM HERE, YOU CRAZY OLD MAN!" A familiar voice shouted dimly from the distance.

Connor ran toward the front of the ship and looked out ahead.

"Father is that you?!" Connor called out looking around.

"Edward…I think you might want to check your spyglass…" Bonnet's voice rang out from his ship.

Edward took back the spyglass and did his best to zoom in on Thatch's ship. When they got close enough he could see a figure tied to the main mast upside down.

"GET ME DOWN FROM HERE OR I SWEAR I WILL CUT THAT BEARD OF YOURS OFF!" Haytham shouted.

"BOYS WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO TEACH THIS LAD SOME MANNERS!" Blackbeard's voice rang with shouts from his ship.

"Oh boy…" Edward mumbled to himself.

*Jason9000: Oh Haytham…you're so fun to mess with. Especially when you've got an Edward Thatch that's in his 80's and possibly 90's still running around the Atlantic. Well hope you enjoyed. Please leave a review.