Assassin's Creed IV: Priceless Plunder

1. The Parting Glass

Author's Note: Yo! Good news- I've finally the motivation to continue writing my Assassin's Creed fics ♡ bc AC4 came out, I got it on the day it came out, hence the fact that I preordered it the day after it was leaked, so yah! Naval battles aren't as hard and annoying as I'd thought. Actually, quite the contrary.

there is a lot of unintended, though avoidable, alliteration and it's actually amusing (I just did it again.)

11.30.15: Currently being edited.

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One would say that a pirate's sole purpose involved seeking treasure, or booty, as many of them like to call it. Yet, your situation would defy that clichéd logic.

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The surrounding waters were unusually placid, as the Jackdaw rocked gently at a slow tempo. The breeze was gentle and refreshing, as a result of the seas' salts. The ship's crew was boastfully singing their joyous shanties, sharing drinks and convivial laughs, and talking many of their hearty adventures. All was well, it seemed; the merry pirates loud and mirthful... except for you.

Fruitful hands manacled and chained, cloth tightly fastened around the jaw, rugged ropes restraining robust legs-- surely you didn't pose that much of a threat? Despising your position as a prized possession, you shot glares at whoever dared to look in your direction.

"Ha-- look at the 'lovely' maiden, all tied up and helpless," exclaimed a familiar voice. Looking towards the source, you groaned and rolled your exhausted eyes when you had confirmed that the loud voice, indeed, belonged to the egotistical Captain Edward Kenway. Lately, it was he who had been the main talk among your crew- reasons why you remained cautious.

As cloth restricted your jaw movement, you expressed your thoughts solely by staring right into his bold blue eyes with a keen hatred- eyes fierce and brows creased. Although he reacted with the contrary of your expectations-- a felicitous laugh.

You let out an exasperated groan, completely giving up on any forced form of intimidation.

"What?" he inquired your rather unamused expression.

You began ranting at him, attempting to shout with the valour any pirate would possess, but only muffled cries had escaped through the cloth.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" he spoke, sneering almost. "I can't quite understand the mumbling that's supposedly coming from your mouth, lass."

You rolled your eyes, just about done with him and everything relating to him. You began squirming and writhing in discomfort when he had held your chin up with one of his hands, causing direct eye contact. You would admit that his eyes were truly a sight to behold, such a captivating color and shine- but now was not an appropriate time to be admiring the man who had kidnapped you. Your continual wriggling had become bothersome to him, and so he had said, "Calm yourself, girl. Jaysus, I'm only getting this rag off of your face." He took ahold of the cloth behind your head, where the knot was, and attempted to untie it. He cursed. "Damn, why is this so tight?" He yanked it, causing you to whine out of malaise. "Ah, screw it." A blade suddenly protruded from his wrist, causing you to shriek in abrupt fear, until you felt not pain, but a relieving feeling. He had used his blade to cut the cloth. "Now, isn't that better?"

You nodded slowly. While it felt better than before, you still weren't comfortable about your tied up wrists and ankles.

"What is it? I thought a second ago you were practically begging for me to allow you to talk." He said, pouting like he wasn't receiving the gratitude he expected.