Nassau, Bahamas
May
1713
Edward's chest exploded with fear when seeing Caroline jump. He leaped forward to extend his arm out for her to grab. Edward realized that she wasn't going to land on the roof; he jumped and slid on his stomach to reach out as far as he could. His hand grabbed hers. Pain exploded up Edward's arm, but nothing broke, his shoulder throbbed but he was not going to release her.
"AHHH! CAROLINE!" Edward called out to her; Edward could hear the men reassembling their muskets to fire from the balcony.
Edward felt her body swing and the inevitable thud of hitting the side of the building.
"OH FUCK," Caroline cried, she swung out and looked up at Edward, "Oh God!"
Her hands began to slip down his arms, she squeezed harder but she continued to slip.
"Hold on, Caroline!" Edward called, he adjusted his position, and he looked over the side of the building to realize they were two stories up. If they were to fall they would be dead. Edward started to breath harder as he extended his second hand to grab hers. He took her forearm and pulled her up. Caroline climbed up onto the roof only to stumble.
"Caroline, we have to move!" Edward looped his arm around Caroline's waste and started running with her, she started crying out noises, but it was soon covered by the shots of several muskets.
"EDWARD!" Caroline cried, "OH, FUCK! It's my ankle."
Edward stopped at the end of the roof, and he assisted Caroline to her feet, "Can you walk?"
"Ah!" Caroline winced, "Barely, but I cannot run."
Edward contained his fear; they would get out of this alive.
"What do we do?" Caroline asked, as the men prepared to shoot again.
"We get off of this roof." Edward looked over the two-story building.
Edward saw one slightly extended roof edge on the first floor, he jumped onto it and turned to Caroline, "Come on, Care. Hurry!"
Caroline sat on the side of the roof and scooted down into Edward's arm. Landing lightly on the first story, Edward jumped from the roof again and extended his arms up to her. Caroline repeated the process and landed on the ground. Searing pain shooting up from her foot and Caroline started to panic.
"Shh," Edward said, "It's going to be fine, we just have to get to the harbor."
Edward scanned Caroline and pulled her arm over his neck, using his other arm to scoop up her legs and for a moment he thought of their wedding day. Edward started down the back allies, running as fast as his legs would take him with Caroline in his arms. Caroline wrapped her arms around his neck and looked behind him to see guards chasing after them.
"Christ!" Caroline said her nervous energy coursed through her veins, "We should hide."
"I know where to go." Edward replied.
Edward made a sharp turn behind another building and running across the main street and down a steep hill, he made his way to an abandoned farm house and into a small shed, using his shoulder to push open the doors. Edward pushed the doors closed behind them. The shed only contained a few rusty buckets. Edward placed Caroline carefully on the ground by the corner of the shed. Allowing them space by the door, he peaked through one small square window.
"Hey," one man called, "Did you hear that?"
"Where is the bastard…" a second man responded.
Edward turned to Caroline and put a finger to his lips to silence her. Caroline realized her breathing was loud and covered her mouth; making the area absolutely silent. Caroline's eyes rested on Edward as he leaned against the wall, still peaking through the window. He rolled his wrists as much as his hidden blades would allow.
"Ah ha," one man said alarmingly close, "Gotcha."
Edward pushed the door open and rang his arm around the soldier's neck; Edward held his breath as he continued to squeeze all his might around the soldier's neck until he went still. Edward plopped him on the ground and looked out the window again. Closing the doors as quietly as he could.
"Dennis?" the soldier called, "Damn, where are you?"
There was a second pull to the doors and Edward repeated what he did to the first soldier. Caroline watched him as he managed to knock out both of the soldiers and extended her hands out to him. Edward stepped over the bodies and extended his arms out to her to pick her up again.
Edward took a breath, his arms were starting to tire from bearing Caroline's weight. He leaned against the wall of the shed and saw no men in the distance. He hauled Caroline out of the shed and to a nearby cornfield. He could hear the gulls and the crashing of the ocean clearly; they were close to the coast. They would be safe as soon as they got to his ship. His arms began to burn, at the top of the hill Edward stopped in the middle of the cornfield.
"Hold on." Edward whispered as he set Caroline down. He sat next her, breathing hard. Edward extended his arms in and out until some of the pain subsided, "I just need a moment."
Caroline scooted herself closer to Edward and extended her hands out to his biceps. She could feel them under his robe and started to rub them and squeeze them in an attempt to make them less tired. Even though Caroline hadn't been running, she was still breathing hard.
"Oh," Edward let out a sigh, "I wonder what's in this Journal…"
"I'm not sure what any of it means…" Caroline breathed, "It's about the First Civilization."
Edward shook his head, caught his breath, and stood up; peering over the cornstalks he could see more soldiers joining one another, he looked over at the harbor and saw The Jackdaw waiting for them; his crewmembers standing on deck and Ade waiting at the wheel.
Edward let out another breath, "How did Bradford find you?"
Caroline thought about it, the whole situation and how it played out, "Rose." Caroline's heart sank to the bottom of her body. She realized that Rose had betrayed her.
"What?" Edward asked, completely blindsided by her explanation.
"Rose traveled with me here to start a new life with Bradford, she loves Bradford, and they're engaged… I saw her at the market; she must have told him where I was… I can't believe she threw me to the dogs like that." Caroline said.
"Poor Rose," Edward shook his head.
"What do you say that?" Caroline asked.
"I'm going to have to fucking kill her fiancé…" Edward said.
Caroline let out a little laugh, but at the same time felt strange doing that since Edward was serious.
"Come, sweet," Edward whispered, Caroline lifted the shawl and pulled it over her head, "How is your ankle?"
"Horrible." Caroline breathed, "Oh Christ…"
"Listen to me, Caroline," Edward tilted Caroline's chin up, "If you are to board The Jackdaw, you mustn't limp."
Caroline nodded even though this seemed next to impossible.
"It's 'bad luck' to bring a woman aboard… We'll have to do some convincing to allow you to stay. You being injured don't work in our favor."
"But you're the captain, can't you just override that?" Caroline asked.
"I am the captain, but what makes me the best captain is that we do things based on our collected madness instead of one mad man." Edward explained. He adjusted his pistols, "I want them to agree to have you on board."
"I understand…" Caroline said as she pushed herself to her feet.
Edward let out his hand for her and she took his firmly, weaving her fingers through his. Caroline made sure the scarf was securely around her head before exiting the cornfield. Edward and Caroline tried to walk with the groups of civilians, drawing the least amount of attention to them. Caroline tried to put her weight on her injured foot, while it was possible, the pain was practically unbearable, she took deep breaths as they approached The Jackdaw. Edward stopped and turned to her.
"Are you ready?" Edward asked quietly.
"As I'll ever be." Caroline smiled the best she could.
"That's my wife." Edward winked; he squeezed her hand and released it as they approached the ship.
With Edward a few steps ahead, Caroline tried to remain calm, she wasn't sure what Edward would say to these men to convince them to allow her on board, but she certainly couldn't stay in Nassau.
"Ahoy, men!" Edward called, the crew cheered as he boarded the deck. Caroline followed and as soon as she stepped on the ship the crew fell silent.
Caroline pulled the shawl off her head to get a better look. The men started looking at one another. Caroline made eye contact with Ade and he nodded in her direction before pacing the deck.
"A lass, Captain?" one crewman asked.
"Aye, a lass." Edward started, his voice roared over the deck, "But this is no ordinary lass. For this woman carries something of great value. I believe with some time she will help us sell it."
Caroline saw the men nod.
"Where she sleep?" another crewman asked.
"In the finest chambers," Edward, "The captain's quarters."
"Ohhhhhhhh!" the crewman belted.
"Her name is Caroline, and if we treat her right, I believe she will be the key to our early retirement." Edward said eyeing her.
Caroline tried to smile slyly, patting her chest where the Journal rested.
"Hey! She's the one they're looking for!" another crewmember blurted out. He was an older man, "Turn her in and get the reward!"
"Blast, Richford," Edward said approaching him, "The reward only be a mere segment of what we can really get from this. Shall we take advantage of this?"
The men exchanged looks.
"All in favor?" Edward continued.
"Aye!" the men nodded.
"THERE SHE IS!"
Edward turned to see a group of soldiers pointing at The Jackdaw, making their way to the dock.
"OY!" Edward yelled, as he swiftly moved up to the wheel, "QUIT CUNTING AROUND! LET US SAIL, LADS!"
The men started to work, going to their designated areas as quickly as possible. The sails dropped and the wind pushed them from port, barely escaping the incoming soldiers.
"Ade," Edward turned to his quartermaster, "Get Caroline into my quarters… Make sure she is safe. Her ankle is injured."
"Of course, Captain." Ade nodded his head and made his way to Caroline who rested on the rail of the ship.
Caroline turned her head to Ade approaching he extended his elbow for her, "Shall we get you settled then?"
Caroline smiled, "It's good to see you Ade, yes, I would love to get settled."
Ade pulled her into the captain's quarters, orange with the light from the setting sun; The Jackdaw did not shake to the waves as frequently as The Navigator. Caroline looked at Edward's desk in the center of the room and over to his bed. Caroline openly lipped in front of Ade and sat on the bed.
"What happened?" Ade asked.
"We were trying to escape guards," Caroline winced, "I hit my ankle."
Caroline pulled at her boots and exposed her ankle, tender, swollen; she compared it to her uninjured foot.
"Christ." Caroline sighed, "It's not as bad as I thought." Caroline smiled.
Ade let out a little laugh, "It will be fine, let me have a look."
Caroline extended her leg out.
Ade rested his hand on her foot and Caroline winced at his touch. She let out a sharp breath as Ade began rotating the ankle.
"You will be fine." Ade said, "It's more than likely a sprain. Rest for a few days. Try to walk on it normally and it shall heal normally."
"Many thanks, Ade. That is good news." Caroline smiled.
"The Journal, do you still have it?" Ade asked.
"I do." Caroline said, resting her hand on her chest, "I'm not sure what to do with it, but it rests in my hands."
"Do you plan to sell it as the Captain says?" Ade asked.
"No… I know that Edward wants to be rid of it, but I know better." Caroline said, she lowered her head, "We will figure out what to do."
Ade nodded, "You rest well now."
Caroline nodded in return and waited for Ade to close the door. Caroline instantly pulled the Journal from her corset and started to flip through the pages. They would have to find someone with knowledge about the words written in this book. Much of it was not translated and it was difficult to understand any of it.
Caroline continued to flip until she saw an illustration of a skull. She noticed the bottom half of the page was torn out.
The Observatory obtains the highest power next to the Apple of Eden. With abilities beyond anything that has been seen, The Sage can only open it –
From there the page had been torn. Caroline let out a sigh of despair. Caroline set the Journal aside and attempted to walk to Edward's desk. She noticed that his desk contained maps. She pulled at some of them and observed black marks on places where he had plundered. Here eye caught a glint of gold. She pulled her focus to where she saw the light, her fingers rolled over the smooth ring of his wedding band. Dusty with age, Caroline put it on her thumb even though it was still too large. A smile pulled at her cheeks.
Caroline looked up to the door as Edward entered, "Ade's at the wheel."
Edward locked the door as Caroline set down the ring, "Should we discuss the Journal?" Caroline asked.
"Aye." Edward let out a sigh, "Now that we're at sea we can find out its importance."
Edward walked past his bed and to his messy dresser, removing his weaponry and placing it on a mannequin, as it would rest on him, and then pulling off his jacket and setting it on top of the wooden dresser. Caroline moved to the desk and rested against it, placing the Journal on top of a map.
Edward pulled out an impossibly heavy chair from behind the desk and sat. He used one hand to open the Journal and extended his other arm out to Caroline to sit on him. Caroline accepted and crossed her legs at the knee. Using her other hand to flip the pages while Edward held the Journal still.
"Most of it doesn't make sense…" Caroline explained, "They mention things about Juno and these Templars… I don't understand."
Caroline turned the page that displayed the illustration of the red cross, "I don't know anything about the Templar order besides the fact that 'they should be stopped'." Caroline continued, resting her finger on the red ink next to the illustration.
"The Templars…" Edward shook his head, "They want control. It's times like these when I wish I could contact my father."
"Why is that?"
"He knew more about this. I can't help but feel like most of this knowledge is passed by word of mouth, only I was too drunk to listen or care." Edward countered; he lifted his hand from the Journal and supported his head with it.
"You were young, Edward." Caroline said, "You didn't know."
"Well it's now managed to completely fuck me in the arse."
"But look," Caroline turned several more pages, "It seems to me that both associations search for this: The Apple of Eden."
"I've never seen anything like that." Edward retorted, he turned the page to the illustration with the skull, "But this…"
Edward grew silent as he read the short passage on the ripped page, "This! Edward slammed his hand on the desk, is what Torres is after."
Caroline watched Edward, "Torres?"
Edward looked to Caroline, "Yes, I almost had this goddamn it… They had The Sage and he escaped. He's also the leader of the Templar order. I… inadvertently joined their clan for a short amount of time."
"WHAT?" Caroline gasped.
"It's a long story, love." Edward said casually, "They found out I used another alias to get close to them. I don't know much about The Observatory, but the Templars are damn set on finding it."
Caroline nodded.
"They were willing to pay me a fortune to discover it." Edward continued, "A fortune, Caroline."
"So clearly it's important."
"Very… If only I knew what power it held." Edward muttered.
"Someone has to know about this. If the powers are legend." Caroline replied, "We just have to find someone who knows..."
"Another Templar?" Edward asked, "There is no way we could just inquire about it!"
"Or an Assassin." Caroline said as she shrugged her shoulders.
Edward pulled Caroline in for a kiss, "Smart woman. Where can we find one?"
"I knew one, at the brothel, his name was Murphy." Caroline said, "I can't just go back. Not now," Caroline rubbed the back of her neck, stress surged through her, "Not while everyone is still looking for me."
"We'll wait. I must restock the ship and you must heal. What are the odds that this Murphy character still stands after Bradford's attack?" Edward asked.
"Bradford was only looking for the Journal. I don't think he was looking to lose lives; I imagine he's fine… Hopefully he's fine." Caroline looked down to her hands; she thought of Mai and Ronnie, hopefully they were protected.
Edward rested his hand on Caroline's shoulder, "Hey, we'll go back to Nassau. Bradford will have to leave eventually," Edward replied, he ran his hand up and down Caroline's arm, "If he's not forced out by the civilians… We can go back and find out what he knows."
Caroline let out a breath, "Everything will be fine." Caroline self-assured. She felt Edward's arms wrap around her. She returned the gesture and pulled his head to her chest.
"Aye, everything will be fine." Edward said quietly. A moment passed and Edward patted Caroline's knee. "I'm going back on deck, but get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning."
Caroline pushed herself from his lap and pressed her lips to his before settling in the captain's bed for the first night.
Open Sea
June
1713
Life with Caroline on The Jackdaw was terrifying. Edward never had anything to fear when on the seas, but now when he would plunder ships, she was always on his mind. He wasn't just fighting for his crew, now he was fighting for her as well. Caroline offered her own abilities on the ship. She handled finances better than any man. She was able to negotiate prices and was surprisingly good at haggling. Edward knew that her bewitching looks didn't hurt.
One summer night, Edward decided to take the wheel while Caroline slept. He enjoyed this time with The Jackdaw, while the crew rested; he would listen to her sounds and take in the sea air. He heard footsteps coming up the deck and looked to see Caroline wearing one of his cotton tunics as pajamas and wrapped in a blue shawl.
Caroline loved the light sea breeze, especially after having a nightmare like tonight. She approached Edward at the wheel; his hair flowed freely in the wind as well as his tunic. The low V-neck exposed his tattoos. The moonlight outlined everything with a silver glow. Edward smiled at her as she approached.
"Alright?" Edward asked as Caroline climbed up the stairs.
"Fine… Just a nightmare." Caroline replied as she went up next to the wheel.
"What about?" Edward adjusted his stance and let one hand rested on wheel so he could turn to Caroline.
"I was being strangled… Ugh…"
"Really?" Edward said, "Strange."
Caroline shuddered at the thought. Edward extended out his arm to bring her close to him. Caroline rested under his arm and wrapped her arms around his waste. Caroline took in the smell of the sea air as it brushed across her face and taking her hair behind her shoulders.
"Dreams are just dreams, Care." Edward pressed his lips to her head, "Want to have a go?"
Caroline looked up at Edward as he nodded at the wheel. While she was always curious, Caroline felt nervous to do it. That somehow something catastrophic would happen if she took control for a short period of time.
"Come on," Edward laughed at her hesitation, he guided Caroline's hands onto the wheel.
Caroline grasped the wheel firmly and felt in control. She leaned back onto Edward who left one hand on the wheel until she was secure.
"Oh Christ," Caroline said, "If we go down…"
"Ha!" Edward laughed, "We are not going down."
Edward removed his hand and walked over to where Ade would usually stand. He rested his elbow on the rail and looked out at the sea.
"It's breathtaking," Caroline whispered, she adjusted her stance and removed one hand off the wheel as the ship glided over the sea, "I can't imagine anything more beautiful."
Edward looked to her, "I can."
Caroline locked eyes with Edward and blushed.
"The Jackdaw." Edward continued.
"Oh, damn you." Caroline laughed.
Edward pushed himself from the rail and let out a laugh, "You know I'm only fooling." Edward stepped up beside her and pressed his lips to her cheek, "Nothing is more beautiful than seeing you lead a ship."
Caroline smiled and looked up to Edward who gazed out at the ocean. His hand rested over hers as he turned the wheel slightly, to follow the falling moon.
"Where are we headed, Captain?" Caroline asked.
"Havana, where all of this shite started." Edward countered.
Havana, Cuba
June
1713
"Caroline? Wake up." Edward said softly, rubbing Caroline's shoulder.
"What?" Caroline whispered as she pulled from sleep, "What's the matter? Why aren't you at the wheel?"
"We've just pulled into port, we're in Havana. Come on." Edward said, he pressed his lips to her forehead and pulled down the blankets, "I just need to have a word with the harbormaster, I'll meet you there."
Caroline pulled herself from Edward's warm bed and put on her clothes. She brushed her hair out and started to the deck. Only a couple men lingered on deck as the others began to climb off the ship. The moon was high in the sky.
Caroline scanned the area from deck. Havana was beautiful, much more beautiful than Nassau. Havana had tall buildings with red tiled roofs, stained glass, and fountains. They had smooth roads that were lined with palm trees and the area was vibrant with life. There weren't scoundrels singing loudly and fighting, but individuals drinking and dancing in the nightlife to music that Caroline had never heard before. Caroline made her way to the harbormaster where Edward paid the merchant to leave The Jackdaw. He turned and met Caroline halfway.
"Why must all these events take place at night?" Caroline asked as she watched the public.
"So we aren't recognized." Edward smiled, "It's beyond me if anyone will be at the warehouse, but word has reached me a Templar meeting is being held at the church…"
Edward hooked his arm over Caroline's shoulder. He gracefully stole a bottle of rum from a counter and walked among other men. Caroline could see that they blended perfectly with the civilians now. Edward took a drink of the rum and pressed the opening of the bottle to Caroline's lips, she took a swig.
"Time flies when having rum." Edward laughed as he took one final swig and tossed the bottle aside.
Caroline and Edward sat on a wooden bench just outside a large church. The rooms were lit from within. Clearly it was occupied.
"Do you think he's in there?" Caroline asked, "Torres?"
"There is only one way to find out…" Edward said. He pushed himself from the bench and went to the door.
"WAIT!" Caroline whispered, hoping to not engage the enemy, "Christ, Edward. You're just going to go in there sword unsheathed in hopes to find a man that we aren't even sure is there?"
Edward's face grew stern, "You doubt my abilities."
"NO." Caroline countered firmly, "You doubt mine."
Caroline linked her arm with Edward's and lightly knocked on the door.
"What on God's green earth are you doing, Caroline!" Edward whispered with concentration.
"Wait for the opportune moment." Caroline whispered. The door squeaked open under its weight. Two guards glanced at one another before scanning Edward and Caroline.
"Hello," Caroline smiled, "I am here to see the Grandmaster, he is here isn't he?"
"Who is he?" one guard nodded towards Edward.
"My protection, since I am of great value." Caroline winked.
The guards pulled open the door and allowed them to enter.
"The Grandmaster wasn't expecting visitors tonight…" the first guard said, he was tall and gruff, "Why are you here?"
Caroline stumbled on her words. They both knew that Torres was here now.
"She is a gift…" Edward stepped in, looking from Caroline to the guard, "Sent by the Spanish for his work."
"Hm," the guard scanned them, "I will announce your arrival."
The guard made his way down the grand entrance and up stairs. Caroline looked over her shoulder and saw the second guard scanning her.
"How much you cost, wench?" he asked, "After the Grandmaster, I might have a go with you."
Edward felt anger rise in him, "She's too much for you, mate."
The sounds of returning footsteps echoed down the entryway.
The first guard came back down the stairs, "He will see you."
Edward looked at Caroline and let out a breath. They climbed the stairs they were on their way to seeing Torres. The guard led them up another flight of stairs and down a narrow hall that was lined with a scarlet carpet. A wooden door set with a torch next to it illuminated the hall.
"Oy," the guard grasped Edward's shoulder, "You're work is done here."
Caroline turned to Edward, "The opportune moment…" she mouthed. Edward nodded as she pushed open the door.
Caroline walked in silently. The room was filled with ravishing items; the bed was covered in the finest silks and velvets. Caroline's eyes traveled to the desk where Torres sat. He had a large hat on and sat up straighter. Caroline walked up to him and rested her hand on his shoulder. Her heart rate increased as she took his hat and removed it as seductively as she could.
"I know it's you, Caroline."
Caroline let out a gasp as she threw the hat to the ground.
"Bradford?!" Caroline yelped.
Eric rose from the desk, his hazel eyes were dark, he grabbed Caroline's shoulder and pushed her against the wall, taking out a knife and putting it to her throat.
"If you make a damn sound, I will take your life." Eric said, "You tell me where the Journal is and I won't kill your precious Rose."
Caroline thought of Rose. Rose was just another pawn in his game, his sick and twisted game for power. Caroline shook her shoulders and let out a loud gasp and was thankful for her short skirt as she swung her leg upwards to kick Bradford in the privates.
"AH!" Bradford let out a gasp and bent over, "You thankless, cunt!"
Bradford looked up to her and as his hazel eyes penetrated hers, she tried to run. Caroline instantly regretted it as soon as Eric wiped his brow he grabbed Caroline by her corset and forced her up against the wall. His knife traveled up her neck, and his eyes looking to hers.
"I brought you here," he continued, "I brought you back to your peasant husband and all I want is the fucking Journal."
Caroline shook her head; she heard a thud outside the door and hoped that Edward was all right. Her heart rate increased, she could feel the cool blade against her neck.
"But, like most fools, you leave a trail. It would be easier if you just surrendered the Journal, but at the same time you being out of the picture won't stop me from finding it." Eric's voice softened, "Everybody has a price what is yours, Caroline? Is it your life? Rose's? Or is it now your husband's that you brought with you?"
Caroline was instantly reminded of Matthew, and she refused to be the victim, in this moment, when Eric stared at Caroline, she spat at him. Eric turned away for a brief moment.
Caroline felt something penetrate her corset, just above her navel; she felt the sharp sensation of a knife prod her abdomen. Caroline looked up to Eric as his mouth parted and blood began to pour from it. His body jerked as he finally fell to the ground.
Edward stood with his hood over his head, as he watched Bradford's blood leak on the floor. Caroline let out a sigh of relief and jumped onto Edward.
"Oh, thank Christ." Caroline whispered, "He knew I brought you, he was using Rose as leverage for me to give him the Journal… and you."
"Oh God." Edward said, he pulled away and scanned Caroline, "Alright?"
"Alright." Caroline confirmed her wellbeing, "There has to be something here, Torres would never do this, I don't believe he would ever be this unprotected."
Footsteps approached the door; Edward pushed Caroline behind him and unsheathed his hidden blade. Waiting for the inevitable attack.
Another hooded man kicked down the door and froze.
"Duncan?" Murphy pulled down his hood, "Caroline?"
Edward pulled down his hood, "Edward actually."
"Murphy?" Caroline stood beside Edward, "Wh-What are you doing here?"
"Bradford was my target. After his attack, he had to be eliminated." Murphy gasped, "I see you beat me to the punch. All the more reason for me to retire."
Murphy walked up to them, "Why are you here?"
Edward and Caroline exchanged glances.
"We… Are looking for information." Caroline said, "Only we don't know where to find it."
"Is this about the Journal?" Murphy asked, "Do you know if Bradford has it? I swear to God, whoever has this Journal is in for it."
"No… He doesn't." Caroline confirmed, "I-I'm not sure where the Journal is."
Edward looked down at Caroline, impressed with her ability to bend the truth in order to save their skins.
"Damn." Murphy turned, "This is a god damn shit show if I do say so myself." Murphy paced the room and turned to Edward.
"Why are you wearing Duncan's robes?" Murphy asked, "Why are you even… Who are you?"
Edward took a step forward, "Edward Kenway," he extended his arm to shake hands with Murphy, "I've heard good things about you, Murphy."
"Wish I could say the same. Where did you get those robes?" Murphy asked, shaking Edward's hand slowly.
"Off his corpse." Edward replied, "Shortly after I shipwrecked."
"I saw your kills, seems to come naturally to you." Murphy said, he crossed his arms and took a step closer to them, "You both read the Journal. Why would you be in here with Bradford if you didn't?"
Caroline and Edward exchanged glances.
"Christ, you're in on it, too?" Murphy dropped his head and shook it, "You know about The Observatory."