Hello! It's Shillpa! I didn't really do this for the first chapter, but I decided to do a little note for this one. Yes, the blonde guy is Edward Kenway (no durrr), and I'm hoping to continue this story for a while. A lot of the fan fictions I've read about Edward Kenway are yet to be finished or totally abandoned. So yeah... wish me luck!
Edward coughed up and spat the salty water inside of his mother and laid down the girl. He got up on his knees and pushed at her chest, hoping it wasn't too late. After several punches, she coughed up water and rolled to her side. She seemed exhausted, and didn't even bother opening her eyes. Edward scooped her up and held her as her head rested on his shoulder.
"Is this bribe that important that yer would risk yer life?" he asked.
"When have I haven't?" said Edward. "I will request that she is not treated as a prisoner, but as a guest".
"This girl mean anything to ya? Possibly one of your toys?" asked Black Beard.
"Naw, did ya see her fight? I don't recall a whore ever kicking ass like that. I feel like I've seen her before", said Edward. Black Beard knew not to ask more, for he knew that she was probably what they so called, "Edward's affairs". Something that should never be questioned.
Edward made his way below deck and to his cabin. It wasn't as nice as the Jackdaw's, but it would have to do for now. Besides, he was going to get his ship back in just a matter of days after it was done with repairs. He took off her black robe, leaving what seemed to be a thick undergarment covering her chest and upper body. It was thick, made of leather. It had many gashes in it. Smart girl; she used this for protection. It wouldn't take too long to dry, since it wasn't cloth. He hesitated at taking off her trousers, but then again, seeing her half naked is better than her catching her death. Besides, she had some sort of shorts underneath her black pants. He let it near the window to dry, and set her in bed. She looked, strange, though. She definitely wasn't British. Her eyes looked Asian of some sort, or maybe that was just his sleepless nights playing tricks on him. He remembered clearly that her eyes were this bright green. Her skin was fair, but unless she was a housewife, she couldn't be from the East. And she definitely wasn't a house wife. He examined her hidden blades; they looked expensive. On her arms were bruises and permanent scars, and across her brow was another scar. Other than that her face looked untouched. Because her undershirt was sleeveless, he could see muscles ripple just by moving around while she slept. She must have trained very well. Edward left her in the cabin to rest while he went to see what loot they had picked up from the cargo ship.
The air smelt like salt. The window was cracked open, and the smooth swaying was more like a rocking crib. She had probably been lying for hours, but she didn't know how she would get up. Last time she checked, Mai would be held as a prisoner, possibly for a bribe. If this is where they kept their captives, then must have a pretty fancy ship here. She looked to my side to see a table with two bottles. Not realizing how parched my lips, Mai grabbed one of the bottles, hoping it was water, and chugged it down her throat. She almost coughed it back when she saw that it wasn't anything near water. It was... rum? Mai have tasted wine before, and she would drink it all day it she could, but this was different. It had more alcohol in it's flavor, and tasted like piss. She put it down, and took the other bottle, and gladly it was water. It wasn't as good as the spring water she got at Thailand, but this was a pirate's ship. She studied the room, when she felt a slight breeze on her legs. She was in her underwear and her vest. She took her black trousers, which had luckily dried by now. The vest didn't cover her waist entirely, so she grabbed her assassin's belt and put it around her waist.
She opened the door, when she was greeted by sounds of drunk laughter and music. It was night, and they had just finished a raid, probably rewarded with lots of good. And of course, this was Black Beards ship. She walked up to the upper deck, where the music got louder, and the smell of cheap rum got smellier. Her mother would kill her if she saw her right now. But then again, she was dead, and so was the rest of her crew. Mai felt a slight ting of guilt, but then again, it was the father who would have to pay the price. She would arrive there, sooner or later, but first, she was in the middle of the Caribbean on Black Beard's ship; this could get interesting.
She spotted the Captain and the blonde at a table, surrounded by the happy crew. She walked up to them awkwardly.
"There she is; the devil of a woman!" said one of the crew members.
"Pardon me?"
"Aye, tis is true, or do ya need a mirror to believe it", said Black Beard, clearly drunk. The blonde eyed my suspiciously. What was his deal? Mai took a seat (well, technically, she stole it, but the poor bastard was so drunk, all she had to do was blow and he fell off and passed out).
"Would ya like a drink, lassie? I know it isn't much compared to your fancy wines back home, but..." said Black Beard.
"I'd rather stay sober around a bunch of pirates", she replied. "Where are you heading, anyway?".
"Kenway here needs his ship back, we need to go retrieve it. Speaking of which, don't ya have something to say for ya self?" he said, looking at the blonde.
He smiled at me. "Edward, it's a pleasure", he said.
"Mai", she said.
"Well, Mai, where are you from?" Edward asked.
"My mum is Thai, and my bastard of a father is British. I am a special delivery to England", she chuckled. It felt almost like they were having a secret conversation. They both knew each other's secret, their fears, their challenges.
"He liked his woman exotic?" Edward asked.
"Aye, he used to, at least. He married a whore and had what, five six children? I lost count. You're a pirate, you should understand". He only chuckled and took a gulp of rum.
"Am I. What's your plan getting to England", he said, his words slurred.
"I was hoping I could get a ship of my own", she said. Edward nearly chocked on his rum.
"Do you know how to navigate through water?"
"Nope".
"Do you know how to steer a vessel?"
"Nope".
"For god's sake, have you even scrubbed a deck, scratch than, anything, in your life before?"
"Edward, please, I was raised like royalty. I didn't even have to brush my own hair".
"So what made you become a brother?"
"Have you seen the way woman are treated. Either you become a housewife or a whore; end of story. I wanted to be more. I wanted to be a warrior".
"So that's who you are, the proud and honorable kind".
"I am nor proud or honorable, but I know how to threaten a man by holding a gun up to his genitals. Does that answer your question to how I am to get my ship". He laughed, not because he was drunk, but because he wished he had knew her before.
"I like you hellcat, tell you what, when we dock, you can take a ride on the Jackdaw. I'll get you to England".
"Naw, I like to travel alone".
"I am only trying to save a man's dick from your fury, Mai".
They had taken night shift, and since the young boy whose job was to be at the crow's nest was wasted, Mai decided that she would rest up there. In the morning, she could see the docks. Mai sneaked into Edward's cabin. Since most of the crew was hung over, Mai expected Edward to be passed out on his bed, but he looked up and going. I got my robe and my hidden blades. I needed another weapon; perhaps, I could find one in the small town we were in.
"There you are", she heard a voice from behind her. "And where do you think you are going?"
"Edward", she said. "You scared me. You could have died". He chuckled. Just like the first time she saw him, his hood was cover. He looked mysterious. He took her hood and covered her head.
"It's cold, keep yourself covered", he commanded. We split his path, as Edward wished her luck that she wouldn't get herself killed. She only laughed, and said that if she survived Black Beard, there must be luck trailing close behind her.