Havana, Cuba, June 1715

“Good morning, Duncan,” Woodes Rogers called from the docks. It was a fresh morning in Havana, the sun yet to reach full temperature and a light breeze blowing in from the Gulf of Mexico.

Edward started towards Rogers, but then he heard a voice shout, “Edward! Hello, Edward!”

For a second or so Edward thought it was a case of mistaken identity, even found himself looking over his shoulder to see this “Edward.” Until he remembered. Edward was Edward. He was Edward. Stupid Edward. Who, from a misplaced sense of guilt, had admitted his secret to Havana’s biggest babbler, Stede Bonnet.

( It went over well. )

[[ nfb, nfi, taken from the Assassin's Creed: Black Flag novelization. some violence under the cut. ]]