Fights Like The Devil, Dressed As A Man

Fandom had, for some time, put ideas of ambition and future in Edward's head, like perhaps he really was intended for more. After the events of the past few weeks, however, he had began to wonder — perhaps his life was here, in the beer suds, around the sloppy grins of easy women with hardly any teeth and even fewer morals, and by the time of his thirtieth summer hauling wool to Bristol market he'd be numbed to it; he'd have forgotten whatever hopes he had of one day seeing the world on his own strength and by his own choices.

( But one sunny afternoon, things began to turn around. )

[[ taken and adapted from the Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag novelization. NFB due to distance! ]]