It was nearing midnight in Havana, the Caribbean city in the center of Cuba where the seas are as blue as ever, and the village is filled with markets and dancing women. And when the sun sets the night sky is as bright as the great Sirius, and the chilly breeze in the atmosphere that would be a good time for workers to some rum. And in one of those nights was the night when Mary witnessed the murder of her parents.
There she stood, outside the Landis manor where her parents are to be buried, wrapped in white sheets.
It was Mary's blankets that they had used, but it didn't matter anymore for she would no longer live in that house-- where she'd been kept inside for no more than 12 years.
Her nanny placed a wrinkled hand on the young Mary's shoulder, guiding her away from them; who never had a heart for their own 13-year old daughter. Today was her birthday, and it didn't make her seem older. Anything barely happened to her life, except that she was kept in the manor, not permitted to go more than 5 meters away from home. She didn't even like the idea of home.
They walked towards the docks, together with other men with trunks in their hands. Everything carried the Landis' important property, now Mary's.
The lot halted as the man named John stood in their way, together with two other men in handsome attire. He was the captain of the Good Hope- standing tall behind them, mirroring the captain- handsome, proud and tall. The other one in the form of wood and the other with flesh.
He tipped his hat, with a manner of unexaggerated politeness to the young Mary. "Welcome aboard, young lady."
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Under the Black Flag
FanfictionOVERVIEW: In the aftermath of the Landises' death- with Mary Landis the only one left in the lineage- she crusades with Kenway's crew after the wreck of her ship to London. Mary Landis is a very strange, and unloved 13-year-old girl who was born in...
