Assassin's creed one-shots

Edward Kenway

i liked moana, did you?

again, not really a sequel. but it can be if you want? since it's the same storyline and the events of the previous story happened before the events of this one, so make of it what you will

also since almost every other story is like hellishly long, i will stop mentioning it at the beginning. . . starting now

And thank you so much for 200 reads! 

as of writing this note (and posting the story) i noticed that both of shay's stories are the ones with most reads lol do people like shay that much? i thought it was an unpopular choice heh well just enjoy this one <3

Home is where the heart is

Jackdaw is one of the strongest brigs you've seen, witnessing how she can defeat any vessel that came her way, given who the captain is. You notice your knuckles are growing white as you grip the wooden railing, looking out into the sea. The horizon is blurry because of the cloud of fog that reduces your field of vision. Even still, you feel as if it's calling out to you, though invisible to your eyes. Wind in your face is strong, you're moving fast. Maybe even too fast for this kind of weather.

''Edward?'' You voice, uncertain as you turn around to see that he isn't at the wheel. ''Where. . . ?'' Again, you're barely able to make out your surroundings with precision, so as you near the wheel, you are directed elsewhere. Even if it isn't Edward you're in need of particularly, you're not used to not knowing where he is on his ship. Next, you decide to check in the captain's cabin. But as you get down from the stern of the ship, you notice a figure moving through the fog and just like that, storm their way to you. Familiar robes catch your eye, but as you look up, you freeze. His glare is icy cold, grim and, above all, furious. But you were never once afraid to meet his eyes, so you ask the reason for the look in his eyes and deep, heavy breaths. His hand shoots between you two, clutching a piece of parchment. Slowly, you let his fingers ease around it before you take it and scan the text written on it for yourself.

You gasp as you cover your mouth, feeling the wind push you up on the stern. ''Where did you find this?''

''One of those damn bounty hunters that constantly breathe down our necks had it with him,'' Edward hissed like an angry beast, unable to contain himself. ''I should have known.''

''No, you couldn't have possibly known,'' you finally utter as your [e/c] eyes dart up to meet his. ''You couldn't have known that those men weren't after your gold.'' Neither of you could think of a reason for the constant battles with British bounty hunters. Never really bothering to find out, you just always assumed it was for the huge fortune Edward possesses. But now. . . ''I must go back to England.'' Slowly, you say the words as guild piles up within you in an alarming speed. You know that Edward will very much be against it.

''No,'' he simply says and you can see a small, sad, denying smile on his lips. You let your eyes fall back onto the letter. You read the letter that, with all of its formality, carried a sense of urgency that is unavoidable to anybody who reads it. Your father has always had a way with words and now that the word of your husband's death has spread ocean-wide, it is only natural that he's looking for you. Examining the letter between your fingers, you spotted that it is a few months old. Of course, since you now spend your life mostly at sea and at Edward's side, it had taken time for it to reach you. Or a British officer, you suppose. However, it is strange that no letter addressed you directly, demanding that you come home. Those are the ones that your father should have sent first and had the bigger chance of faster reaching you. Glancing up at Edward once more, you begin to think. Everything that arrives on Edward's ship goes through him first.