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Assassin's Creed- Edward Kenway X Pirate!Reader [3] (Part I)

Title: Captain Confrontation
Prompt: There are no words that can explain the events which occur on the Crow...
Warnings: Violence, Swearing
Spoilers: None
Words: 1389
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"Land-ho!" You stood on your toes to peek over your colossal black ship, aptly named The Crow, steering your vessel perfectly against the port. Before you left the ship, you headed into your Captain's cabin to prepare yourself for business.

Lightweight brown boots thudded against the oaken steps as you breached the doorway. It was spacious and cosy; everything you would want from a cabin.

To gear up for the unexpected, you changed your brown boots into slightly thinner black boots (as they were thinner they were cooler, and it was an extremely hot day– which was why you didn't wear them for the journey) and slipped on your outer robes. They provided extra pockets and were both badass and practical.

On the corner of your desk sat a small, thin box. The last addition to your gear. Inside the oaken container held a very important item which held extreme sentimental value; the Assassin's pendant. Your father was a pirate, and your mother was an Assassin. You took your mother's pendant and robes, and your father's ship. You ended up as an Assassin-Pirate. If you were honest, you couldn't be happier. The thin, light chain slipped over your head and the silver rested comfortably on the middle of your chest.

Without looking back, you adjusted your robes one last time and headed out the door.

Jones, your Quartermaster, leant against the helm, watching you walk out. "Jones," You began, turning to look at him. "You're in charge of supplies. Take a group of men with you and start stacking up." You turned to the crew. "As for the rest of you arseholes," you joked, earning scattered laughter but grins all round. "Go an' take a kip." The crew hollered with whooping cheers and you chuckled, face beaming with pride, just like a mother looks at her children on their first day of school.

Without further ado, you flicked the fabric of your cowl over your head and vaulted onto the dock.

The feeling of anonymity was precious, as your robes gave your figure a masculine edge– but not by much.

As you walked through the streets, you were overcome with a tranquil feeling. And with tranquility came triumph. Your ferocious reputation preceded you– the notorious Captain Y/L/N. A faceless name amongst many rumours which really set you apart from the crowd. You were still quite young, which you were very grateful for.

Booming shrieks from a bar sparked your curiosity. You turned your head and was startled to see the door almost get ripped from its own hinges as a man in robes similar to your own bolted into you, roughly shoving you out of the way and causing you to lose your balance. The sun reflected brightly against your necklace. Behind him, a group of many Spaniards, which may or may not have looked way stronger than they actually were stumbled out of the bar. However, you were willing to take the benefit of the doubt.

"There!" One said, pointing at you. "After him!" They began to swarm like bees towards you.

"Oh, shit..." you trailed off in fright, sprinting after the actual target.

The crowds were dense and hindered your escape. You turned into a back alley to hopefully aid your plan, however, blocking the ribboned path was a great brick wall, littered with holes.

With a running leap, you scaled the wall with ease, nimbly vaulting down just as a gunshot went off, shooting dust over the wall.

I am going to murder this guy, you thought, stuffing your bouncing pendant under your clothing. You felt the harsh tap of cold against your skin. It gave you determination through the burning of your lungs and aching of your legs.

Turning another corner, you unexpectedly ran slap-bang into something hard but soft. Your body collided with the floor, dazed and winded. Without a second to spare, a pair of hands hooked under your arms and pulled you up, dragging you along with it down to the end of the street until slipping into a small closet, the entranced draped over with long squares of fabric. As you heavily tried to regain your breath, a hand wrapped around your mouth. Your fingers wrapped around the wrist and was about to twist it harshly before a voice whispered into your ear.

"Be still and quiet, lass. They're close."

You yanked his hand away from your face but stayed absolutely still, just how you were taught. Thundering footsteps were heard in the corner of the alley, slowing down in frequency but never in amplitude. "¡¿Donde es él?!" One of them called out.

"Search everywhere!" They sprinted in a pack down the alley, before one pair of feet slowed down as they approached your hiding place. You subconsciously pressed into the chest behind you.

You could hear his breaths on the other side of the cloth. The closer he got, the more distressed you felt. You were experienced and skilled, yet the feeling of impending doom never does leave you.

"Pedro! ¡Vamos a ir al Museo!" You relaxed greatly at the sound of a frustrated sigh and the sound of footsteps walking away. You peeked out from the cloth and upon seeing a tranquil path, came out to face your... not your saviour, but more like hiding-spot buddy; like during hide and seek.

"What did you do to piss off a bunch of Spaniards like that?" You smirked sarcastically.
"Let's just say, 'I'm known to cause trouble'."
You shook your head. "So, what's an Assassin like you doing in Nassau?" You questioned, eyeing his robes and the hidden blade on his wrist.
"I could ask you the same thing, lass," he replied pointedly.
"Instead of wasting valuable time at a bar getting drunk, you should at least be checking the coops for contracts," you explained half-heartedly, making your way towards the northern coop. On instinct, he followed you.

"I wasn't getting drunk!" The Assassin defended.
"Oh, really?" You pressed, spotting the pigeons in the distance.

"You know nothing about me, lass."

"Then how about we start with names?"

"Edward Kenway. Captain Edward Kenway." He held out his hand.
"Well then, Edward Kenway," you smiled. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N. Captain Y/N Y/LN."

To say you were flattered was an understatement. His look of awe, shock and incredulous disbelief sent a flush to rise to your cheeks. "You're Captain Y/N Y/L/N?!" He exclaimed. "You're the Captain of The Crow. The most feared pirate ship in the Bahamas!"
"I know," you laughed, approaching the coop. "Although I do suggest you keep your voice quieter– you never know who's listening..."
"Oh, right!" He cleared his throat. "Sorry."

"That's quite alright." You grabbed a note in a small envelope tucked into the corner of the coop. "Ready for adventure, novice?" You opened the letter.

Brothers & Sisters,

We have received word of a Templar whose motives have acquired our attention. We need dispose of him urgently.

This is not an easy task. Do not approach alone. This man is dangerous and overflowing with evil. He seems to know more about us than we do of him. This could compromise the Brotherhood and kill us all.

His name is Robert Smith. His ship, the Stingray, has eighteen cannons on either side. He is always on the move and if you get into range he will surely plunder and steal.

We do not know what he steals, but we know he does it well, and with a fair bounty on his head, the world will be pleased to have him rid of this world. Tread with caution, as this man is not forgiving.

Assassinate Robert Smith, and your troubles will be rewarded. Any questions should direct themselves to the nearest Bureau; they shall help you.

Peace and Safety, Brothers & Sisters.
~ Fairfax

Fairfax was the code name given to the mentor of every Assassin in your branch. Of course, nobody knew his real name.

"Are you ready for some fun?"

Part 2?

(Also– ALL THE ASSASSIN'S CREED REQUESTS!!! at least, the main protagonists anyway...)

(also plz no smut 'n' stuff)

Stay Strong Guys,
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