Havana 1715

Elizabeth has scars.

The external kind and the internal kind. Just the mere thought of Bristol and the pain it accompanies makes her heart ache. The thought of her child she never got to meet the husband who didn't fight for her. Two years at sea and she still held a grudge. Under the eyes of God, she was a married woman, but in her own eyes she was married to every ship she set foot upon, the smell of the water and the wide open sea.

Elizabeth has scars.

Too many scars for one person, let alone a woman. There are scars on her legs, her face, hands, back, and arms. She isn't ashamed of them, she never has been. And why should she? Each and every one of them has a story, a story she's never afraid to tell. Scars are considered souvenirs, trophies, signs a few scratches along your body wouldn't stop you. They would definitely never stop Elizabeth. Not for a long time.

So when Bonnet gestures to her face with his index finger and points at the scar running from her cheek bone to her nose. She grins and doesn't answer, leaving it up to his imagination. Sometimes that was better, having someone think of the grand possibilities for a women to get a scar like that, when in truth, she had never been good at riding Christopher's horse back in Bristol. Bonnet turns, unsatisfied and she scowls angrily at the back of his head, for making her think of her estranged husband.

It's an hour before they reach the docks of Havana, she tells Bonnet of her "secret" meeting with the governor, he tells her of his wife and children back home and when they square up against the docks, immediately Bonnet leans over the edge of the star board side and waves to the people on land. "Ah, lively Havana! I've been here once before. It was a truly awe-full pleasure."

"See someone you know?" Elizabeth asks, watching him with an eyebrow raised.

"No, no, no. Just putting on a friendly face. I shouldn't want to be mistaken for a pirate again."

"Right. Flash rogue like yourself must be cautious." she's condescending as she hangs an arm around one of the pegs of the wheel. Bonnet doesn't acknowledge her comment, and continues to walk down the boat, waving to the people who aren't waving back.


Elizabeth makes him buy her a new sword, telling him to be a gentlemen and that she "saved his skin," and with an awkward unsure shakes of his head he gives her 1000 reales. She buys the sword for 800 and keeps the 200, "That'll do for me. How do you fair?" she asks, replacing her old swords with the new.

"I only had enough for a small knife, sadly. Still, it'll do in a pinch." Bonnet looks unsure up at her while he places his small knife in the inside pocket of his coat. Elizabeth smiles a crooked grin with a small nod, and gesture she hopes he'll pick up as thanks. "Have you ever been to this lively city before?"

She shakes her head, "Can't say that I have, no. I'm sure I'll discover her secrets in no time."

"Yes, quite." Bonnet comments, returning to his ship to pick up a box of sugar. "So is this where we part ways I assume, Miss Darcy. It's b-"

"Hey, ah, Bonnet," she cuts in almost regrettably, leaning up against a stack of crates. "The name's Elizabeth, in truth. Darcy's only a handle."

"Ah," he points at her excitedly, "A secret name for your secret meeting with the Governor!"

Elizabeth nods, pushing off from the crates, "Right. The Governor. Think I've kept him waiting long enough." she nods at Bonnet, tugs up her hood, and saunters off.

Elizabeth is arrogant. She's a naturally arrogant person. She's narcissistic and she's confident. She knows she's good at what she does. Being a pirate is all she really knows anymore. She hasn't quite decided what she enjoys more, people liking her, or being frightened of her.

Her confidence and thirst for adventure is what makes her a good pirate.

And she knows she's a good pirate.

Even her mates back in Nassau think she's a good pirate. Despite her gender, they treat her as an equal.

"If this place is about the equality of all men, and not bendin' at the knee to some shit pot King, what about women? What's the point of this damned place if I've got to bend at the knee to the likes of men?" she had cussed and nearly started a fight before Ed Thatch, punched her shoulder and announced her an equal among the likes of Benjamin Hornigold and James Kidd. Elizabeth proved herself quickly, and it wasn't hard.

She was a pirate.

Men weren't going to stop her.

Especially not this Governor and the two men who questioned her and put a gun in her hands and convinced her to do a shooting challenge while they were waiting on the Governor.

Elizabeth did not like these men.

She did not like them when Julien du Casse gave her wrist blades, telling they were "souvenirs". She did not like them when they made her demonstrate talents they assumed she learned from some "order".

Woodes Rogers and Julien du Casse tell her Nassau is their next target, she nearly kills them both right there. She meets the Governor, and she doesn't like him either. She likes him for his money, so she gives them the cube that accompanied the letter and the maps found on the real Darcy Walpole. He speaks of an observatory they could use to spy on their enemies, to be one step ahead of them.

Elizabeth is intrigued by this, wanting one day to see this "observatory."

She hated them when they were looking over a map and told her to "take a seat". She enjoyed robbing them of their pocket money after that. Woodes Rogers, Julien du Casse, and Laureano Torres were men who thought themselves better than everyone else, and any man like that she did not like. She would get the reward promised and hopefully disappear.

Darcy Walpole would disappear.

Elizabeth Kenway would not.


Elizabeth was a smart woman. She was literate, unlike most, she was street smart, and knew how to read people. Her mother had grown up to a literate family, while her father did not, and she insisted on teaching them both how to read and write. Elizabeth learned quickly at a young age while her father had some trouble. But she knew he was grateful, his newly literate life made more confident, happier even. Elizabeth would always be grateful to her mother, she never would once think ill of her.

Elizabeth was smart. But not smart enough to know that the people she was currently associating with were the enemies of one of her very close friend. Something she'd feel immensely guilty for in the future. So when she meets Bartholomew Roberts, a man they call the Sage, on the docks, she's not smart enough to realize this man is not someone to be messed with. His eyes are gold and when he makes eye contact with her he scowls, resists against his restraints and spits at her feet.

The three men show interest in interrogating this man, and she doesn't say a word. If helping to escort this "Sage" to prison brought her closer to the money she was promised, she didn't care what the hell he was called. So when they're attacked by men and women in outfits similar to the one she wears, she barely hesitates. She's a pirate. She doesn't care who the people she kills are.

The Sage is freed of his restraints by one of their attackers and attempts to escape, but she's lighter and faster than him, and when she caught up, tackled him, and brought him back to the Governor, he called her a "lap dog" and she pushed him towards a guard and told him to shut his mouth.

Woodes Rogers and Julien du Casse depart shortly after. Woodes Rogers leaves regrettably, telling the Governor he must sail for England and Julien du Casse helps escort their prisoner to his prison. The Governor acknowledges her for the first time since they met, calling her "Ms. Darcy Walpole" gives her the money she'd been waiting for. He tells her to be present at the interrogation of Bartholomew Roberts tomorrow at noon, "Yes, sir." is her given reply, as he walks past her. She scowls at the back of his head as she weighs the pouch of money in her hands.


Elizabeth walks nearly all the way across the city. She almost feels like it's enough to cool her down, but at the mere thought of the Twllt din of a old man she slams the pouch down on a table across from Stede Bonnet.

"God sink me for this pittance. One thousand reales for those maps. That's what? A hundred pounds at the most?" her voice is angry, and she feels like ranting as Bonnet pours her a drink, his eyes wide, already a little tipsy from the strong rum. "How am I supposed to become rich in these times with a miser like Torres running the world?" she sits back in her seat and returns the pouch of money to her belt.

"Would you ever... work on a plantation?" Bonnet asks slowly, his words slurring.

Elizabeth ignores this, and picks up her drink, "You know what I'm thinking? I'd like to see this observatory the governor was going on about. He said it were like a device that could follow people around and show where they were." she explains, taking a sip.

"A ludicrous idea! Imagine my wife with such an advantage over me." Bonnet laughs, a displaced sound in the seriousness she currently feels.

"Well, imagine what a thing like that would be worth." Bonnet shrugs and takes another sip of his drink as Elizabeth stand up, "Sell that to the right person and I'd be the richest pirate-" she looks back at him in her ramblings to find he hasn't heard what she said as he chugs the rest of his drink, "in the West Indies."

She turns her back to him, "I'll catch you up, Bonnet. There's a Sage in that house I must speak to. In private." he gives her a small wave of his hand, still distracted by his drink, and when he sees she hasn't drank hers, he makes a grab for it.


Twllt din - Asshole

I think I know where I'm going to go with this story, but I'm not too sure. I know for a fact the bad ass Elizabath/Mary/Anne trio is totally going to happen but beyond that I've got no ideas but to go with the game. Any suggestions would be appreciated!

Thanks for the review shivaun18!