‘Edward Kenway knows I’ve stowed away onboard The Jackdaw. We are alone in the Captain’s cabin as he decides what to do about me, when I propose I make my “payment” for passage onboard his ship with certain “services”. Edward smirks, before effortlessly lifting me up onto his desk, where spread my legs and slip out of my dress. Edward takes me then and there, growling into my ear as he thrusts into me, and I cling to his shoulders and take in his intoxicating scent of salty sea air and gunpowder.’