The rays of sun penetrated through the closed curtains, provoking Jacob into waking up. He groaned as he stretched his arms upwards before taking a glance at his phone and checking the time. He begrudgingly got out of bed and walked into the living room of the apartment, making his way to the kitchen. As he poured himself a mug of coffee, he noticed a note casually sitting on the counter beside the coffee maker, which he unfolded and quickly read. His sister Evie was out with her boyfriend and was probably not expected to come back before the next morning.

Jacob found himself in a "Eureka" moment, grinning as the craziest idea came to his mind. It was the perfect opportunity, he thought, to outshine Edward Kenway, and reclaim the title of "Party King" as his own. The old man was a notorious party animal, and ever since he threw his famous retirement party that included many exotic dancers and lots of rum that was barreled in the old-fashioned way, no one, by all means, was able to best him. Jacob admits he thoroughly enjoyed attending that party, but that's besides the point. He was known for throwing the wildest parties that remained the talk of the town for days. He won't be so easily forgotten.

It was time for him to make a comeback, and he made sure to let everybody know.

Party at my place, tonight at 7 PM.

He posted the announcement on his account, and soon the social medias were buzzing with the news.

Satisfied, Jacob proceeded with the preparations. So he called his little army of friends, and ordered them to bring the supplies over. They were a bunch of deliquints that he met in his junior year in college while they were still freshmen, and they stuck to his side ever since. He wasn't as close to any of them as he was to his group of best friends, but the lads admired and looked up to him, and Jacob absolutely loved that feeling.

Still sipping his coffee, he leaned against the counter and scrolled through the posts on his feed, smirking as he noticed the news spreading quite quickly. One post, however, caught his attention: some guy was wishing for a certain Edward Kenway to attend the party, as it 'would bring fun to this Dullsville.' And apparently, 106 others agreed with him. Jacob found it slightly provoking, but it was a trivial opinion for him, so he decided to just ignore it and focus on the preparations instead.

People have started to come, and soon enough, the apartment was crowded. Jacob didn't care for the fact that he knew none of them except for his gang, the Rooks, but he seemed pleased to see the amount of people that came, which proves him yet again how popular he is.

Jacob came and sat down on his couch, holding a beer bottle in his hand, and watched the guests dancing and drinking, sensing they were having a good time, which subsequently put him in a state of satisfaction. Not moments later, the doorbell rang. Jacob got up and went to answer it. Displeased at the sight before him, he put his arm on one side of the door frame and his other arm on his waist. It was none other than Grandpa Kenway, held by the arm of his grandson, Connor. Jacob gave Connor a low nod, to which the latter responded with a quick wave.

"He heard the news, and he wanted to come." Connor said. The look he had on his face obviously spoke of exasperation, however Edward's was somehow inexplicable. His grin was wide and his eyes seemed drowsy. Jacob's theory has been confirmed once he caught a glimpse of the bottle of ale he was holding; he was drunk.

Edward grasped out of his grandson's hold and pushed past Jacob, making a remarkable entrance which the guests have greeted with excited cheers. Jacob abruptly turned around, his eyes focusing on Edward as they widened in horror.

"You've got to be shitting me."

Connor moved and stood next to him, sighing and crossing his arms. "Trust me, I hate this too." h said. Jacob instantly furrowed his eyebrows and went to sit back down on the couch. Connor decided to join him. After he sat down, Jacob turned to him. "Want some beer?"

Connor just shook his head, "I'm good."

"How's your father?"

Connor barked out a laughter, "He still enjoys being an asshole. Thanks for asking, though." Jacob side-eyed him, giving him a sorry look which had gone unnoticed by Connor.

"Sorry to hear about that," he eventually said. "At least you still have your granddad." His eyes immediately went back to Edward, and he couldn't help but give him a look of disgust as he danced between the young adults.

Connor snorted, "That doesn't make up for it." he leaned forward and rested his arms just above his knees. "But, I mean, I thought he had settled in the Bahamas. He even bought a villa there, and all. So why would he come back?"

Jacob shrugged in response as he gulped down a mouthful of beer, "He probably missed his family."

"My dad always said he had a dysfunctional bond with him."

"Ah. That's completely normal." Jacob grumbled. "What about your aunt? You ever hear from her?"

"Nah. She made the right choice bailing on both of them."

"It's never right to bail on family."

Connor scowled at him. "You gotta lay off the beer, man. You're one bottle away from spilling out your sorrows all over again." Jacob dismissed him with a wave and continued drinking, which made Connor slightly chuckle.

He enjoyed the friendship he had with the English young man. He considered it to be one of the very few genuine bonds he had; one that, he sadly didn't share with his father. Jacob was almost always there for him, even if they never really get sentimental with each other, but the level of trust and appreciation they held for each other was indescribable. And eventually, they've grown to become the brothers each one of them wished to have.

Both of them kept observing Edward, who bent down on the keg and tapped the beer into his mouth. However, it seemed to have slipped his mind that he was no longer as flexible as he was in his younger days, which led to him spraining his back and falling on the floor. Jacob's eyes enlightened, filled with intoxication, and grinned widely. Connor brutally got up and went to help his grandfather, feeling slightly embarrassed as all eyes were on him when he struggled to bring Edward to his feet.

"Let's just get out of here…" Connor mumbled to his grandfather. Edward groaned in pain, but managed to give a nod in approval. Jacob quickly got up and accompanied the two men to the exit.

"Friendly advice: as much of a great show drunk Eddie is, he can't be left unsupervised." He said.

Connor rolled his eyes as Jacob held back a chuckle.

"Whatever, man. It's your time to shine now, I guess." He motioned to the party that was casually going on back in the living room. Jacob smiled as he waved them goodbye. As the two men left, Jacob noticed a familiar figure heading towards him. He arched his eyebrows, "Oh no…" he muttered. The person stopped and stood in front of him. It was the landlord, the disgruntled Maxwell Roth.

"Mister Roth-"

"Save it, darling." Roth held his palm up as he interrupted him, clearly cross. "It seems you have chosen to ignore me when I tell you not to throw any more parties."

"It's a lifestyle, mister Roth." Jacob shrugged. His reply made the landlord even more infuriated.

"This will be my last warning. Break it up in this instance, or I will have to take drastic measures myself. " He turned around and left, leaving no room for Jacob to reply.

Returning to his party, he grabbed himself another cup of beer. "Time to kick it up a notch." He inhaled the drink and made his way through the guests right to the center of the dance floor.

The volume of the music went up, almost deafening him from the sounds of cheers around him. His sight was a complete blur, preventing him from making out the appearances of the forms dancing around him. The intoxicating feeling finally kicked in, igniting his adrenaline. Jacob started dancing widely and manically, which earned positive responses from his guests, who were almost equally intoxicated. As the music changed to a smoother sound, the guests started to move more slowly so Jacob found himself doing the same. He closed his eyes, as his head was slightly spinning from the previous fast movement. He felt a pair of hands suddenly land on his shoulders. Taken by surprise, Jacob shot his eyes open and looked at the person before him. It was a woman. She had honey-tinted eyes and a smile that instantly captivated him. Her hands were still on his shoulders as she began to slightly grind against him, her long golden locks grazing his arms with every move. Her moves made Jacob feel flattered; he was enjoying all the attention. He grabbed the woman by her hips and they now moved in sync with each other. The woman closed her eyes and let out a smooth, carefree laugh, indicating how drunk she was. Jacob closed his eyes as well and continued to dance, his senses slowly drifting under the effect of alcohol.

The music was suddenly interrupted, separating Jacob from the mystery dancer. He looked at the stereo and saw a couple of brutish figures, who were all dressed in the color red. Jacob approached them, and got a much clearer look.

"Heard you was throwin' a party. Kinda rude you didn't invite us." One of them spoke. Jacob found that voice familiarly annoying. It was then he realized that the Blighters, A.K.A the most infamous street gang in the district, have crashed his party.

"It was an open invitation, lads. I must say though, up until now, I was glad you didn't show up." He laughed.

One of the brutes pushed past him as another one threw a punch at his jaw, sending him to the floor. The brute gave a mocking laugh, silencing the entire room. Jacob recovered from the punch and wiped the blood off his mouth. He looked around and saw the other brute holding one of the vases on the coffee table, which he launched at the large window, leaving a large gap right in the center. Jacob's eyebrows rose as his mouth slightly dropped. Altering from shock to pure fury, Jacob instantly got back on his feet and darted the brutes.

"You just made a huge mistake coming here." He muttered before he leapt on them, causing a commotion that earned gasps from the guests, who immediately started cheering Jacob on. He threw punches and kicks, but he received a fair share of them as well. The guests were starting to place bets on the brawl to make it more interesting. Most bets were on Jacob, as he was known to be fierce and remorseless when he's intoxicated, and also quite unpredictable in combat.

Much to everyone's surprise, Jacob was able to defeat all of the bullies. The music resumed playing, and the guests applauded him. People started patting him on his back and giving him high-fives. Suddenly, someone threw themselves at him and pressed their lips against his. The kiss was too short, and Jacob didn't know how to react. But when it broke off, he noticed it was actually the girl he shared a dance with earlier. He smiled when he saw the look she was giving him. He pulled her into another kiss, and a fiery one at that.

The door suddenly blasted open, revealing an exasperated Maxwell Roth holding a hose in his hand. He stepped inside the apartment and started spraying everyone with water, interrupting the party. Jacob pulled away and watched as the landlord was in the process of ruining his party.

"Everyone, out! Now!" Roth yelled.

The guests begrudgingly headed for the door, along with the Blighters who were limping, now soaking wet. One guy stopped in front of Jacob and gave him a thumbs-up. "Kick-ass party, dude." Jacob felt satisfied. Despite everything, the guests actually enjoyed the party. And to them, he was the true Party King.

Roth turned the stereo off and let out a relaxed sigh. "At last, some peace." He gave Jacob a glare.

"Is this what you call a 'drastic measure'?" Jacob laughed, now completely intoxicated.

Roth narrowed his eyebrows, "Don't test me, mister Frye. Make sure to keep it quiet from now on." With his hose dangling behind him, Roth made his way to the exit, going back up to his apartment. Jacob took a look at the living room, and laid his eyes on the large gap in the window. He genuinely didn't care, and that was plus side for being drunk. He couldn't think about his sister's reaction when she comes home the next day and sees the mess her brother made. For now, all he needed was a good night's sleep. But before he could even take one step towards his bedroom, he suddenly hit the ground and and passed out.