Two weeks later the Jackdaw made it to Great Inagua. Edward had anxiously waited to see Mary again, for she stayed out of sight of the crew. Trying to not bring any attention to himself, he left the ship quickly, making his way to the manor. As promised, he went to where the forest meant the beach, and walked to the edge of the water. He paced a while, constantly glancing at the crashing waves, anticipating the red tail to splash above it.

After what he could only guess was an eternity, a flash of red was over the water before a tangle of brown hair came up. "O'er here, Kenway!" Mary shouted, several meters out into the waves. "I'm gonna need your assistance to make the rest of the way."

The blonde got up from his spot in the sand and sloshed through the waves until they reached half way up his torso, where she was floating. "No flapping about, now." Wrapping an arm around her waist and another halfway down her shimmering tail, he hoisted her out of the water and held her to his chest. Now having a closer look at the siren, he saw the red scales were mixed with forest green ones, overlapping in a way that created a matrix of patterns.

"You better start moving Kenway, I'd prefer to make it in before nightfall." Mary said, interrupting his studying of her tail. He rolled his eyes and began to walk back to shore. His eyes traveled up from her tail and noticed fins that grew out of the skin on her forearms and reached up to her elbows, the same shade of green as the accents on her tail. Two black ink bands were etched into her bicep, similar to the native assassins on Talum. Past the crest below her collarbone his eyes followed her dark hair that laid in a mess of soaked curls against her tanned and scarred skin, her ears had stretched to fins and stuck out past her hair.

Edward felt spines that ran up her back brush against his arm. "You ain't poisonous, are you?" He asked, trying not to sound too concerned. He had run into many deadly fish in his diving trips, and wasn't a fan of the effect they had on him.

"I wouldn't know. Do they sting? Don't know how to cure me own poison." She remarked, hooking an arm around his neck for a more secure position.

"You're going to be the death of me," Edward said, feeling the slick scales beneath his fingers. Trudging out of the water he began hiking up the beach.

"You're such a child, Edward, scared of pretty girls?" She teased in a condescending voice.

"I could drop you right here, leave you stuck in the sand for some drunk bloke to find you bare skinned and all." He warned, loosening his grip.

"I swear you're an absolute pig." She huffed, crossing her free arm over her chest. They made it off the sand and into the forest behind the manor. "God it's been ages since I've seen trees." She said, gazing around at the plants. "I never thought I could miss the land this much." Mary relaxed into his arms, a smile spreading across her lips as she took in the colors of the sun shining through the leaves.

Walking up to the entrance, Edward carefully let go of her waist to open the door, causing the siren to tighten her grip around his neck. Closing the door behind them, he wrapped his arm around her again as he strode to the parlor. Setting her down on the couch, the end of her tail hanging off of the armrest opposite to the one she rested against.

"I've missed the feeling of being on an island terribly, noting but rocks and waves for months." She said, tracing the pattern of the fabric lining with her fingers. Resting her head against the pillows she sighed, glancing at the spots darkened by the water and back up at the man who carried her here. "I suppose I should thank you, and apologize for staining your fancy furniture." She murmured, her brown eyes meeting his blue ones.

"You're very welcome." He replied, sitting down in the chair facing the couch. "To be honest while I was waiting for you I wondered if I had actually seen you, it's just bizarre. You're alive, and you're a fish." He said, chuckling.

"Trust me, I'm real." She said. "I'm not sure what I am. Fish or not, I'd like some clothes." She had goosebumps on her skin from the air bowing across her wet skin. Rubbing her arm to try and warm up.

"Of course." He said, getting up and leaving the parlor to go back to his room.

Mary ran her fingers through her hair, untangling the knots left there from the waves. Flicking droplets onto the floor as she reached the ends of her locks, she peers down at her tail. The scales were beginning to recede and revealed skin as she slowly regained her legs. The sound of boots hitting the floor caught her attention as Edward made his way back into the room with folded clothes under his arm. "These are all I have, they're a bit big." He remarked, tossing them at her. Mary caught them and slipped the shirt on. Standing up, the shirt hung to her thighs, and the sleeves past her finger tips. Mary's eyebrows furrowed and her lips went to a pout.

Edward stifled a laugh as he saw her distress, she looked young and girlish in his massive shirt. Blood rushed up to her face making her cheeks candy apple red from a mix of anger and embarrassment. "Quit your cackling!" She snapped at him, her hands clenching into fists. The man grinned at his friend while she shot him a threatening glare. Tugging on the trousers given to her, she tied them up with a red sash he had put with them, keeping them up despite being much too large for her hips. Rolling up them up to her knees and her sleeves to her elbows she looks back over at Edward, her brown eyes noticing a strip of red fabric tied around his arm. "And what is that on your arm? Injury? Prize? Never seen it before." She inquired, walking forward carefully, unstable on her new legs.

He glanced down at his bicep where it was tied, yanking on it so it came undone. "It was-is yours. Kept it as a memento, I guess," he said, handing it to her, "thought it'd remind me of what you wanted me to do. Anyway, it's not like I was the only one. Anne wears your jacket, says it makes her feel strong or something." He finished, trying to explain himself, glancing down.

Mary took it from him, it had been worn and faded by the saltwater and winds, but still kept its vibrant shade of wine, frayed at the edges from abuse of the weather. Taking an end in each hand she wrapped it around her head, keeping her hair down but in place as she tied a knot on the left side. "What's become of Anne?" She asked, waltzing around the room, "I miss her terribly."

"I've taken her as my quartermaster; she's quite good at shouting at my men. They fear her almost as much as they respect her." He chided, admiring her regaining her grace on land. "She's missed you as well, she thought of you higher in death than her husband." She twirled back to face him when the sound of a door opening caught her attention.

"Edward?" A feminine Irish accent called out, "You left rather quickly, something happen?" As it spoke footsteps grew closer to the parlor. "Were you talking to someone...?" It stopped as a fiery haired woman rounded the corner, her mouth dropping open as she stopped in her tracks, blue eyes wide.

"Mary?!"