Desmond's POV
"Hey Desmond! I could use some help over here!" Edward calls. I snap out of my daydream and walk to where Edward is standing at the bow of the ship.
"What can I help with?" I ask.
"Well, you see that ship right over there?" Edward asks, pointing to a silhouette on the water.
"Yeah..." I reply.
"You see, that ship is probably filled with British people who hate us or treasure. Either way, we need to fight them."
I stare at Edward, and he looks down at me (he's taller than I am).
"What?"
"Are you actually serious?"
"Yes, why wouldn't I be?"
"You could get yourself killed."
"Ah, Desmond. That's part of the fun!"
I stare at him, shock on my face. He grins and walks down the stairs to the main deck.
"Men, get the cannons ready! Get your weapons out!" he calls. His crew begins bustling around, and I just stand there, staring at Edward.
The pirate looks at me and sighs.
"Come on, Desmond! It's time you learned how to be a real pirate!"
I snap out of it and follow Edward across the deck.
"Do you have a gun?" Edward asks.
"No, just a cutlass," I reply.
"Come with me."
We walk back to his cabin and Edward hands me four guns.
"Why do I need four?" I ask.
"Well, when two run out of ammo, you grab the other two!"
"I'm going to be using two guns at a time!?"
"Yes, of course. Two at a time!"
"Pirates are crazy," I mutter.
"You don't have enough adventure in your life, Desmond."
"Edward, I've been to 12th century Syria, 15th century Italy, and here. I think that's plenty enough adventure."
Edward grins and puts two guns under his belt.
"Touché."
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Blasted to the Past: Sequel to Ripped from our Time
FanfictionThe assassins have gone back to their time. Desmond Miles believes everything is over and that all will go back to normal. But when the Animus has a serious jinx for the second time, things are put in reverse.
