Edward sat there, his posture rather lazy, as he stared at the text and maps underneath him.
He still hadn't removed the templar stuff on it, only'd lay the one map aside that she wanted to look at.
"What are you even doing?"
Her voice sounded just slightly annoyed and a little sight was hidden beneath her words.
"Ah...I...", he started but soon was hooked by something else he just read, "Lil' work. I guess."
She sighted again. Too quiet for him to hear.
"Are we leaving soon?"

That question made him stop and he turned around with a frown on his face.
Her beautiful shape was leaned against the wooden door frame, one of her hands was playing with her hair.
"Why?", he asked, slightly angry now.
"Because...i don't want to stay anymore? Like...", she sighted again, loud this time, "Kidd left a day ago. All your crew does is drink and stare at the sea and play card games and all you do is-", she stopped to gesture at the desk in front of him, "Whatever you're doin' there!"
"Lass!", he started, standing up to walk over to her.
"Don't call me-"
"I know. Sorry...", he mumbled and held up his hands in defeat, "You're still wounded. What do you even want to do? I like it here!", he blurted, a desperate smile on his face, "I mean, the couch is comfortable enough for me, i guess your freaking HUGE bed is too and it's warm and lovely and-"
He stopped to just stare at her in a 'What-is-your-problem' manner.

"Don't you need to make money?", she asked him, her voice serious now.
"Uh..well."
"Your crew needs payment, Kenway. YOU need payment", her finger angrily rested on his chest, "And honestly? I don't care. If you were about to starve i would care for you. But your a pirate so don't get lazy!"
"I'm NOT lazy.", he hissed slightly, still trying to convince her, taking her hand in his, "We're just...resting. You need your rest."
"But if anyone of your crew is hurt, than you don't stop to rest a week either, are you?"
His hand went up to her face, still holding hers tight.
He pushed the back of her hand against her soft cheek, as his thump caressed her.
"You. Aren't just another crew member.", he said so soft that it was barely a whisper, as he leaned forward, "I want you to...i need you to be alright till we leave okay? I won't risk you getting seriously hurt...", he kissed her other cheek, "Again."

She just stared at him with wide eyes, her cheeks both reddened now.
Edward's lovely gaze suddenly turned to a wide grin.
"You blushin'?", he asked, his head tilted.
"Shut your mouth...", she mumbled while turning away from him.
He chuckled loudly before walking another step closer to her, hugging her from behind and pulling her body against his.
"We will set sail. Today.", she hissed at him, gracefully watching the scenery outside the window.
"Aye, Devil.", the Captain chuckled, "if you say so."

The crew seemed quite happy that they'd finally set sail again.
With their Captain gone since a few days and only rumors and rum around, life had been slightly uncomfortable.
When Kenway suddenly showed up though, telling that they'd kept going, they stood fully behind him once again.
The devil appeared all to happy to see Adé and they started lovingly chatting as soon as she had sat food onto the Jackdaw.
Edwards hands graced over the steering wheel. Even though their separation did not last long, he'd still missed his beloved Jackdaw.
"Well well Captain...", her voice made his heart beat faster.
As she'd said that, her hand traced from over his shoulder down his chest.
"Where and what are we off to?"
Edward smirked slightly.
"FULL SAIL, MATES!", he shouted and the crew did as they were told, "well, since you are on...'vacation' you may lean back and watch some pirates do their work."
"Oh? On vacation? Me?", she asked, a bemused smile on her lips.
The hand on his chest pressed harder now, as she leaned up against him.
Edward glanced back slightly. It was usually him who would sneak up on her from behind to hug her, but he really enjoyed this position too.
"Aye devil, you are."
Her other hand rested on his hip, slowly gliding up to his tummy.
"And now i'll watch 'some pirates do their work'?"
"Do you enjoy quoting me?"
He could both feel and hear her giggling at that, as she leaned up close, her lips barely brushing over his ear as she whispered.
"Oh...I enjoy YOU, Mister Kenway."
Edward stiffened, his grip on the wheel harder now as he stared ahead.
Before he could answer anything though, he felt her body parting from his.
"I'll leave now. I suppose i will notice when you start...'doing your work', until then you know where you'll find me.", her hand stroke him a last time before he could see her walking down the steps left of him, "If there is anything, you'll need of me.", she smiled smugly.

She had been right.
Edward glances at the sea. The ocean was shimmering with the reflection of the sun.
He would have to make some Money sooner or later.
With a small sight he looked through the telescope.
"Spanish...", he started rambling.
Adé watched the two small ships in the distance.
"Most likely...transporting wood or...rum...", Edward lowered the scope and just stared into the distance, "We could really use their munition though..."
"So we'll attack?"
"Looks like...LET'S GET MOVING!"

The devil sat in the old armchair next to Kenways desk.
She'd studied some maps and marked some places, made some notes and wrote a few things down she'd have to buy at their next stop.
She never quite knew if she enjoyed or hated her 'sicktime'.
Since she got in trouble more than she could bare-
staying in bed and doing paperwork was all too common for her.
She could hear the men singing and shouting and running up and down the ship.
With a small grimace she stared at the wooden ceiling.
'Looks like i'll have to get use to that.', she mentally noted and concentrated on her book again.
The wound still hurt like hell and the clumsy written story she was reading wasn't nearly enough to make her mind wander far enough.
The devil put the book away, flinching a little as she leaned forward. Her hand automatically rushed to the pain and she felt a little bit of warm blood trickling through the bandage.
Carefully stretching to reach the feather, she slowly put it's head into the black ink and continued drawing.
It was nothing spectacular.
Just a small sketch of a boat.
'A ship...', she corrected herself in her mind and as she noticed she frowned slightly.
"Damn Edward...looks like you really taught me something.", she whispered to herself, the smallest smile on her lips as she continued the drawing.
Since boa-...ships...were the only thing she would see for a long time she thought she should get skilled in drawing them, since they would be her only inspiration out here.
About ten minutes later, she was about to set one of the final strokes, she heard Edward scream.
"BRACE FOR IMPACT!"

Her head quickly spun to glance at the ceiling.
No a second after Edward's voice had echoed through her mind, a sudden force pushed her over.
The whole ship made an ugly cracking sound and she could hear the sweet little Jackdaw scream in pain as the ship shifted.
A vase fell, the maps and books trembled to the floor, the armchair next to hers fell over, crashing to the ground.
Even the huge, heavy desk lugged over the floorboards, just for a few centimeters though.
As the impact was overcame, she looked up from her crumbled position.
She had clawed into the desk, forcefully trying not to fall over. Her hair was scattered in her face and she was panting slightly, still in shock.
The ship was now anxiously rattling back and worth on the high waves the crash had caused.
She looked down and saw the dark ink scattered on her hand and most of the papers, dripping down the edge of the table.
The devil held up her hand and watched it intensely in the light.
A dark dot, a mark ran over her hand and she stared at it in awe.
"A death mark...", she whispered to herself, "Interesting..."

The strange sudden symbolism incited her to get up.
She tumbled a little as she made her way to the door of the cabin. There were screams and manly rumbling heard from outside and loud footsteps banging against the wood.
As she opened the wide doors, she found herself a little surprised to see only one or two men on the ship.
Turning to her right, she noticed that all hell broke loose.
They had just seized another ship.
She watched in awe how the men easily jumped off the edge of their ship, as if they'd done nothing else in their lives.
She noticed the steam rising from the small embers hidden inside even smaller cracks of the wood.
She noticed the rhythmical clinging of iron, the gunshots that echoed once in a while.
It was like music combined with the shifting of the ocean and the lazy splash of waves against the side of the vessel.
She noticed him.
Two swords drawn, fighting unrestrained and fearless.
He reminded her of an lion with that wild blonde mane of his and the soft yet intimidating look in his eyes.
His movements held power and precision as he impaled his enemies.
She noticed the blood trickling in his face, onto his partly white robes and onto the wooden ground underneath them.

As he looked to the side and saw her, his heart stopped for a moment.
Only now he noticed why they called her the devil.
She was a black dot in a colorfull world. With her dress swirling in the wind and her dark eyes fixated on him. All seeing. Stalking with an evil comitment and yet...so beautiful.
She looked devine as she trailed up and down the jackdaw, watching him kill.
There she stood. On his ship and yet she seemed unreal.
She didn't fit into the picture. She was wrong and yet so right. Like the vision of a lake beneath the dunes of the desert.
Edward did not move as he stared at her, staring at him.
He did not move as she drew her gun.
He did not flinch as she aimed it at him and as the shot rang in his ears, nor as he felt the blood on the side of his face.
Only slowly, he turned his head at the man she just shot.
So it was true.
He was quite invincible as long as he was part of her contract.
She would not let him die until he did what she wanted. Until he sold his soul completely.

Edward only barely noticed the men around him falling to their knees or holding their hands up.
The ship had been small and it wasn't all too hard to kill handful of his crew.
When he saw her approaching the abyss between the two ships though, he broke out of his trance and moved towards her, helping her step over the gap.
The touch on her hips was steady as he lifted her onto the enemy ship.
He silently stared at her, coming to realize her existente one more.

"So this is...what you call 'pirate work'?", she asked as her feed touched the ground.
"I did not know you were in possession of a dress...i like it.", he mumbled softly.
"Do not get used to it. It's simply more comfortable, not meant for you bemusement.", she stared him dead in the eye and he tilted his head slightly, questioning that.
"So what?", he asked, looking down at the kneeling men.
"Are you thinking about what to do with them?", she asked, doing the same.
"Aye...you are my voice of reason here i guess.", he admitted.
"Take their cargo. Recruit who is willing to sail with us. Use the rest of the ship to repair our dear Jackdaw.", she nearly whispered.
He looked up at her, adoring the way how she could still sound this serious and threatening while keeping her voice so low.
"If the devil says so...", Edward nodded softly, before repeating what she just said much louder, so the crew could commence their work.
"It seems like you listen to me now?", she asked, looking up to him.
"I take your ideas into consideration.", he corrected, his hands on his hips, "And they mostly prove to be quite good."

It took the men about one and a half hour to do as they were told.
Adé counted and noted the cargo, while the devil had crept to a lonely corner of the ship to sharpen Edwards blades.
The sun was slowly setting as they'd finally settled down again, normally continuing their journey.
The crew was starting to untangle some sails and do other 'shipery' things all over the deck, when Edward heard his name being called.
He turned his head to see her leaning against the side of the stairway, a few feet underneath him.

The sun was about to set any moment now, the reflection of it slowly coming closer to the point were the ocean would devour it's golden shape.
Some of the men had already moved down to play cards and arrange the cargo or simply catch some sleep after a tiring day.
Edward continued visual contact with her, even while calling out to Adé.
"Hey mate?", he asked.
The huge man turned his head to look at his Captain.
"Would you take the wheel? I'm getting tired and still need to work on some documents..."
"Sure thing Captain.", the deep voice answered and Edward could feel the slight movement of the wheel as the hands of his friend engulfed them.
Slowly, he made his way down to her.
It was still so strange to have her so close to him.
Without any secrets to keep or any dangers between them now, it seemed so natural and still somehow exciting.
"You called?"
"I called.", she nodded.
"Anything the Captain can do for you?", he asked.
She didn't directly answer.
The devils head was shifting, as she gazed up, glancing at the barely visible stars above them.
"I was wondering...night is upon us and i thought you'd like to rest.", she said, her voice soft as always.
"I'd sure like to."
"I wanted to show you what i did with your cabin...", she mumbled.
Edward frowned.
How could he forget that after all these days he still hadn't looked inside?
"I...totally forgot about that.", he admitted, chuckling slightly.
She smiled softly.
"Well then, shall we?"
"We shall.", he smiled back.