Mary finds herself writing a series of letters to Edward after they first meet in Nassau, just because she wants to. What questions, experiences, and emotions will she uncover about him and herself through this pastime?
Rated: T
Genre: Romance/Adventure
This story follows the scenes between James Kidd/Mary Read and Edward Kenway throughout Black Flag.
May 9th, 1719, Great Inagua
Edward—
From our meeting at the tavern a few days ago, I see you haven't changed much, and you're still after this fortune of yours. Sometimes I wonder if I should regret helping you try to find it because it has such a strong hold on you. And yet you say that it is I and my people who you cannot stomach. Even if little hurts me anymore, those words cut into me after all I've done for you.
So if you don't want an easy life, fine, be that way. But what I said about aching and feeling pain for those who wish for an honest life—that was for you. Can you truly not see what I see in you? Is living an honest life that impossible a task for you, Edward? I worry for you, something that I haven't felt for anyone in a very long time. And what if this Observatory isn't what you expect? What if you are left with nothing? Will you think of my words then?
Not that you would care to ask, but I have struck up a friendship with one of the barmaids from Nassau, a fine Irish lass named Anne Bonny. She'd apparently left her husband and taken up with Rackham shortly before Adéwalé and I overpowered his lousy attempts as a captain. Oh, and I was rather sorry to learn you were marooned with Vane, the lout, and I was glad that you were unharmed. But as of right now, my sympathies stop there.
Anyway, I met Anne at the tavern when she approached me about my weapons. I promised I could show her how to use any weapon she wants, from a cutlass to a pistol, and even pirate a ship. But she had to know that she couldn't just stumble into it—she had to want it. Work for it. Needless to say, she was much more receptive to the idea than you ever were. Unfortunately, Rackham saw us and started blubbering that I was "making love" to his lass and nearly started a brawl. It was kind of amusing but left me no choice. I had to reveal myself as Mary, so I imagine that news will travel through the West Indies in due time. I don't mind too much. In fact, I can't help but feel like it doesn't matter anymore, though I can't explain why. Maybe my time as a pirate is ending. In that case, once I'm done mentoring Anne, I may go back to Tulum and spend the rest of my life becoming a true Master Assassin or Mentor. My only wish…is that you would be there with me.
Yours,
—Mary
P.S. Should anything happen, I have decided to leave my letters here in Great Inagua. I've numbered them all in order and left them in your manor. Perhaps if you change your ways and prove yourself, I'll show you where they are. There may come a time where you'll need to read them.
