Alright, these are mini stories that will take place in the Modern Assassin's Creed universe that I'm writing. These will help to develop and explain the different relationships within the main story, without me going off on a tangent during the main story.
I hope you enjoy them, and please read and review :)
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Edward Thatch (or Blackbeard as he preferred to be known as) frowned as his best friend, Edward Kenway, slumped against the bar-top, still mumbling about Jacob and that 'bastard Creed'.
Watching as the man fell unconscious, his sixth or seventh pint wrapped loosely in his hand, Blackbeard turned his thoughts to Jacob. He didn't know the brat very well, he must admit, but the kid could hold his drink and that was enough to respect him.
***Flashback***
"BLEURGH!"
Jacob yelped in fear when Blackbeard suddenly appeared from around the corner, dressed head to toe in ragged clothing, zombie make-up smeared all around his face. The teen took a step back, frowning at the nineteen-year-old.
"That's not funny Thatch!" Jacob yelled, "I almost 'ad a heart attack!"
"Ah stop ya whining! It's Halloween, the perfect time for scaring little children!"
"I am not a little child! I'm thirteen!"
Blackbeard couldn't help but smirk at the way Jacob tried to straighten up and appear taller. "Not a child are ya? Follow me then."
He headed down the street, not even checking to make sure that Jacob was following him. He knew he would be.
"Where are we going?!"
"To the pub of course! If you're not a child, then you're a man. And men can drink!"
"I-I don't think I'm allowed to- "
Blackbeard span around and grinned, the grin only widening when Jacob stepped back in shock. "Nothing wrong with breaking the rules a little…. They are made to be broken after all."
Jacob didn't seem convinced, "Evie says that- "
"- what yer sister says ain't gospel ya know. Live a little!"
It took a few seconds, but eventually, Jacob seemed to come to an agreement in his own mind and nodded in determination. "Fine… let's go have a drink."
"Atta boy!" Blackbeard flung his arm around Jacob's shoulders and pulled him closer, "I know a nifty little bar just outside of yer sheltered village! They won't blink an eye about you there! They never do when I take Eddy in there."
"I always wondered where he'd get drunk."
**End Flashback**
Blackbeard smirked at the memory of that night. For a scrawny teenager, Jacob didn't do as bad as he thought he would…. He only started puking after the third pint.
"Blackbeard…."
Blackbeard glanced back to his friend and sighed, "Yeah Eddy?"
"…. Do you think Jacob will hate me?"
There was a tense silence for a few moments, before Blackbeard answered. "No…. I doubt it."
"…. Promise?"
"I can't do that either Eddy…. I'm sorry."
