‘After another successful ship-capture, Captain Kenway and the crew of the Jackdaw celebrate with a night of drinking and celebrating onboard. Edward takes me by the hand and leads me to the captain’s quarters, where we make wild and passionate love to the sounds of raucous singing and merry-making outside. I cling desperately to the sheets as Edward pounds into me, his skin smelling of salt and and spice and gunsmoke. Afterwards we cuddle, lulled to sleep by the gentle sound of ocean waves.’