The Outhouse at the Kenway Farm, Hatherton, December 15th, 1711
Dylan Wallace assigned Edward to the crew of the Emperor, docked in Bristol harbour and leaving in two days. He returned home and told his mother, father and Caroline.
There were tears, of course, and recriminations and pleas to stay, but Edward was firm in his resolve. After he had broken the news, Caroline, distraught, left. She needed time to think, she said, and they stood in the yard and watched her gallop away - to her family, where, at least she would give the news to Emmett Scott, who would know Edward was fulfilling his part of the deal. Edward could only hope that he would fulfil his part of the deal also.
Edward took to the taverns again, and perhaps found that some of his old liveliness had returned, as he took great delight in telling all who would listen that he was to sail away; that Mr. and Mrs. Edward Kenway would soon be a rich couple thanks to his endeavours on the high seas. Edward boasted about it, in fact. Brought in some of the learning he'd done at Fandom, too, to describe his sure victories. Edward took great delight in their sneering looks, their rejoinders, either that he was too big for my boots, or that he did not have enough character for the task; that Edward would soon return with his tail between his legs; that Edward was letting down his father.
Not once did Edward let his knowing grin slip.
But even with the booze inside him and his departure a day or so away - or maybe even because of those things - Edward still took their words to heart.
They were right: Edward was letting his father down. There had been disappointment in his father's eyes the moment Edward delivered the news and it had remained there since. It was a sadness, perhaps that his dream of running the farm together - fading as it must have been - had finally been dashed for good. Edward was not just leaving to embrace a new life but wholeheartedly rejecting his old one. The life Edward's father had built for himself, his wife and Edward. Edward was rejecting it. Edward’d decided he was too good for it.
One night, he returned home, to find Caroline all dressed up.
“Where are you going?” Edward slurred, having spent most of the evening in a tavern.
She was unable to meet his gaze. By her feet was a bedsheet tied into a bulging parcel, somehow at odds with her attire.
“I . . .” Finally her eyes met Edward's. “My parents have asked me to go and live with them. And I’d like to.”
“What do you mean, ‘live with them’? You live here. With me.”
"I'm sorry, Edward. But my father is right. You had a decent wage when you worked the farm. Why can you not be satisfied with that?" Caroline snapped. "With me?"
“Decent wage?” Edward snarled. “That job was near to robbery. You want to be married to a peasant the whole of your life?”
"All right, Edward," Caroline said, interrupting him. "All right."
She looked him in the eye for a good moment more, and then strode out of the rickety home, her belongings under her arm.
"You leave now, Caroline, you'll never know what's coming to us," Edward called, staggering after her. "Caroline! Caroline!"
She didn't look back again.
[[ taken from both Assassin's Creed: Black Flag and the novelization. hey, i'm back on track. ]]
There were tears, of course, and recriminations and pleas to stay, but Edward was firm in his resolve. After he had broken the news, Caroline, distraught, left. She needed time to think, she said, and they stood in the yard and watched her gallop away - to her family, where, at least she would give the news to Emmett Scott, who would know Edward was fulfilling his part of the deal. Edward could only hope that he would fulfil his part of the deal also.
Edward took to the taverns again, and perhaps found that some of his old liveliness had returned, as he took great delight in telling all who would listen that he was to sail away; that Mr. and Mrs. Edward Kenway would soon be a rich couple thanks to his endeavours on the high seas. Edward boasted about it, in fact. Brought in some of the learning he'd done at Fandom, too, to describe his sure victories. Edward took great delight in their sneering looks, their rejoinders, either that he was too big for my boots, or that he did not have enough character for the task; that Edward would soon return with his tail between his legs; that Edward was letting down his father.
Not once did Edward let his knowing grin slip.
But even with the booze inside him and his departure a day or so away - or maybe even because of those things - Edward still took their words to heart.
They were right: Edward was letting his father down. There had been disappointment in his father's eyes the moment Edward delivered the news and it had remained there since. It was a sadness, perhaps that his dream of running the farm together - fading as it must have been - had finally been dashed for good. Edward was not just leaving to embrace a new life but wholeheartedly rejecting his old one. The life Edward's father had built for himself, his wife and Edward. Edward was rejecting it. Edward’d decided he was too good for it.
One night, he returned home, to find Caroline all dressed up.
“Where are you going?” Edward slurred, having spent most of the evening in a tavern.
She was unable to meet his gaze. By her feet was a bedsheet tied into a bulging parcel, somehow at odds with her attire.
“I . . .” Finally her eyes met Edward's. “My parents have asked me to go and live with them. And I’d like to.”
“What do you mean, ‘live with them’? You live here. With me.”
"I'm sorry, Edward. But my father is right. You had a decent wage when you worked the farm. Why can you not be satisfied with that?" Caroline snapped. "With me?"
“Decent wage?” Edward snarled. “That job was near to robbery. You want to be married to a peasant the whole of your life?”
"All right, Edward," Caroline said, interrupting him. "All right."
She looked him in the eye for a good moment more, and then strode out of the rickety home, her belongings under her arm.
"You leave now, Caroline, you'll never know what's coming to us," Edward called, staggering after her. "Caroline! Caroline!"
She didn't look back again.
[[ taken from both Assassin's Creed: Black Flag and the novelization. hey, i'm back on track. ]]