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khoicesbyk · 4 years

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The Good Captain.

Author’s Note: This is my version of what book 2 of Distant Shores should be like. Y’know the book 2 that we readers of Distant Shores rightfully deserved! One more thing: in this fanfic, the MC’s last name has been changed to Bennett but; in the game it’s Carter. I decided to change it from Carter to Bennett; because Bennett sounds better to me. Also; her original occupation has been changed as well.

***Rated: Mature 18+. Contains sexual content, nudity, some violence and strong language.

***Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters.

***Characters: Captain Edward Mortemer (LI), Kyra Bennett (MC), Robert Finnegan (Main Antagonist), Charlie, Ginny, Jonas, Maggie, Samuel, Octavia, Henry, Axton, Adelia, Kendrick and Oliver Cochrane (Side Characters)

***Disclaimer: All character names (except MC) and some dialogues belong to Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 2,830 words.

Chapter 1: The Return: Part 1.

Ten weeks…

That’s how long it had been.

Ten long weeks since…Kyra Bennett was sent back to her own time.

Ten weeks since…she had felt ocean spray hit her face or felt the sea breeze in her hair.

Ten weeks since…she heard the pirate songs and tales.

Ten weeks since…she was taken from the most lovable band of pirate misfits.

Ten weeks since…she had the adventure of her or anyone’s life or lifetime for that matter.

It had been ten weeks since…she was ripped away from the arms of HER Captain. A GOOD Captain. A FIERCE Captain. A Captain who’s name is known across the seas…

Captain Edward Mortemer.

She missed the crew so much. But; she missed him most of all.

She often thought of him and the adventure they had together. The stolen looks and smiles they gave one another. And she DEFINITELY thinks about; the kisses and the one incredible night of raw passion, that they shared. She thinks about the night he captured her heart.

“I’m yours, Kyra…Until the end of time…”

“Now…I want the future we saw together. The adventure. The laughter.”

“Aye, especially the family.”

“Then I’ll savor every moment of this night. And I’ll wait for you.”

“Fate brought us together once. And I don’t believe this is where our story ends.”

“No. I told you, Kyra…you’ve taught me how to dream.”

His words…his promises…have played back in her head every day since; she was sent back to her time. Especially when she’s alone.

He was HER captain.

And the sex? Who knew an 18th century pirate could fuck like him? That was stuck in her head as well. The way he touched her, the way kissed her, the way he pleased her and especially what he said to her.

“I’ve thought of all the ways I could have you. All the ways I could take you.”

“I’ve been dying to taste you.”

Every time she thought back to those two statements; she couldn’t help but miss him all over again. And at night, when she sometimes lays awake; that’s when she finds herself wanting him. Needing him. Desperately craving him. There have been times where she’s waken up in a cold sweat, with her heart thundering in her chest because; she dreamt that she felt him.

She could still hear his voice in her ear. She could still feel his fingers on her skin. And; she could especially still taste his lips on hers. She wanted him. She deserved him. She craved him. She needed him. She was his as much as he was hers.

But he’s gone. He’s back in the past. And she; along with her heart and feelings are in the present. It wasn’t fair. When she closed the portal; she’d hoped that she would’ve been able to stay. Especially after seeing what was supposed to be her future with him. In her heart and in her soul; she wanted to stay with him and his crazy, lovable crew.

Why couldn’t she stay with him?

That was a question that lingered on her heart.

Ten weeks…

It has been that long since she last seen him.

Her captain. Her Edward.

This sexy beast was everything she wanted in a man.

He was fierce, protective, FIERCELY loyal, sorta funny (although she didn’t always laugh at his brand of “comedy”), commanding yet fair minded, smart, adaptive to changing situations, strong (in EVERY sense and definition of the word), snarky (whether he knew it or not; is another story) but mostly; he was drop dead gorgeous.

She never could understand why, he didn’t have a wife. All the single maidens in his home the island of Tiburon, swooned whenever he walked by.

So why didn’t he choose one of them?

Because once again; Edward was drop dead gorgeous! And for a black man in those days; that was a helluva gift.

He had to be 6’3ish although she was never quite sure (they didn’t exactly measure height in those days). He was blessed with the chiseled physique of a Greek God. His 18th century British tinged baritone, always managed to turn her into a puddle. His brown eyes were intense and always smoldering. Hell, there were times where she could’ve sworn; she was being undressed, by those very beautiful eyes of his. He has a devilishly charming smile and smirk that always stopped her cold in her tracks.

He’s also an excellent marksman and even better swordsman.

His hair was in long, beautifully flowing dreadlocks, that he always kept pulled back. And Lord knows; the man‘s got a cannon between his legs! If she had to guesstimate what his actual size was, she’d guess he had to be 8 1/2-9 inches from base to tip. And as she discovered; he knew what to do with it. His hands, like his arms and his back were strong.

That is Captain Edward Mortemer. She has so many memories of him; and that misfit crew of his. They became something of a family to her.

She will never forget the sword fight that she got into with Edward. Even though she lost; she had impressed him with how adept she was. That; and well she was a bit distracted. It was also the first time she’d ever seen him with his shirt off.

She will never forget; choosing to man the cannons with Jonas and Ginny (Ginny Girl as she was affectionately called). Learning sails with Kendrick or how to tie proper knots with Maggie. Fighting and defeating the backstabbing mutineers Octavia and Samuel (although his role in the mutiny came as a shock to everyone) on The Poseidon’s Revenge. Plundering her very first ship. Meeting the twins Adelia and Axton (Ada and Ax as they like to be called); and recruiting them to join the crew. There’s also learning how to properly shoot a pistol with Charlie. She didn’t really have that many memories with Henry; outside of his not so tasty cooking.

She’ll never forget; throwing wine in the face of Admiral Cochrane after telling him off. She even has the memory of learning that the mysterious Oliver (whom she met the night, the navy invaded Tiburon) is not only Lieutenant Oliver but he’s Admiral Cochrane’s son (not that she cared to know that tidbit of information). Then; there’s dancing with Edward at the Governor’s Ball and sneaking into the governor’s bedroom with Charlie.

Then; there’s her favorite memory of them all. Touching the pirate medallion and seeing the future; she thought she was supposed to have with Edward.

And what a glorious future it was! They had gotten married and settled down on Tiburon. Where she became pregnant with and gave birth to their son. She remembers standing on the hill and watching the sunset over the ocean. She remembers Edward coming up behind her, wrapping his strong arms around her waist and watching the sunset with her.

In that moment she was happy. That was supposed to be her absolute paradise. Her dream come true. She would have the man she fell in love with, and all would be right with the world.

But unfortunately; that happiness, that absolute paradise, that dream…would never come true. Because not only she see her dream come true but; she also saw her nightmarish reality. She was returned to future and Edward was nothing more than a lonely legend. And it became an all too painful reality; once they finally reached the center of Queen Magdalena’s temple.

All because; of what the inscription on the stone at the base of the portal told.

My heart is empty…

Time and space rent asunder…

The ancient artifact…

From my hand was plundered…

Return the compass…

And the fabric will be mended…

Peace restored…

All wounds rescinded…

The golden compass had to be returned to its rightful place; in order for time to be restored and the portal to be closed.

She knew what she had to do but that doesn’t mean she liked it; or even wanted to do it at all for that matter. But as she soon found out; sometimes life forces your hand.

A great battle soon ensued between The Captain and The Admiral. The two enemies locked horns and swords with each other.

Edward would eventually get the upper hand by; using his sword to pluck the golden compass out of The Admirals grasp. But it didn’t take the old bastard long to regain the upper hand once again.

For you see, in order to get to the heart of the temple; Kyra and Edward had to go through a series of booby traps.

Because what’s an ancient, very creepy and seemingly haunted temple without a few booby traps?

They able to dodge an axe that swung out of the ceiling. As well as the floor suddenly crumbling beneath their feet. But they weren’t able to dodge poisoned flying darts. Or at least Edward wasn’t able to dodge them. In an attempt to shield her from danger, his jacket was pierced by a dart. And what he thought was nothing but a scratch; turned out to be something much, much worse. He was slowly being poisoned and didn’t realize it, until he collapsed before they entered the heart of the temple.

She couldn’t let him die. She had to save him. And the only way to do that, was by restoring the compass to its rightful place. And so she did; she put the compass back where it belonged. And by doing so; she briefly gained the amazing power to reverse time itself. She used her power to get rid of the old bastard once and for all, reverse Edward’s wound and buy herself a few more hours in the past with Edward.

And once that was all done; she was sent back to the future. Back to the modern world and her modern life. Back to her job as a historian; at Smithsonian Museum of Natural History in Washington D.C.

She was tasked with researching for a new exhibit opening up about the golden age of piracy. And booyyy did she ever do her research! When she first started; she wanted to research and learn about, who the greatest black pirates was during the golden age. And all she could find was, the two conflicting legends of Black Caesar.

That was until one day when she got to work; there was a mysterious box just sitting on her desk. It contained an array of pirate artifacts. Including maps, letters, a diary of some sort, a few medallions, various coins, a sword and a compass. A golden compass.

“Well; what the hell am I supposed to do with all of this?!”, she thought to herself.

She had no idea that what was about to happen to her; would change her life forever.

After she came back from lunch one afternoon; and began writing her notes again, she noticed a strange glow coming from the inside the box with the pirate artifacts. When she opened the box she saw that; it was the compass that was glowing.

“Ooooooooooooookaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy…what the hell? Why is this thing glowing?”, she asked herself.

As she reached for the compass; she saw a face. A very handsome face. The face she saw was his.

“Kyra…I’m waiting for you…come find me…”, he said.

She initially backed away from the glow but; her curiosity won out in the end. She had to know who that handsome stranger was. She had to know what he meant. And so, she gathered up her courage and grabbed the compass. Little did she know that the compass; would be her key to the adventure of her life.

What was weeks in the past; wound being maybe a day in the future, when she got back.

Because she returned to where she was sitting at her desk. The box was still there. And when she looked in the box; everything was there. Even the compass. Only this time it wasn’t glowing. It had gone back to being just a regular compass. Time had truly gone back to the way it was. The only difference was her.

She had the memories of her adventure, of the crew and especially of him.

A few days later; she put her memories to paper. And the exhibit on the greatest black pirate of them all was born. It was an exhibit all about Captain Edward Mortemer and his crew. How they sailed the sea. How they outmatched and outmaneuvered The British Royal Navy. It turned him and the crew from criminals to heroes. It told the story of their trials and tribulations. And at the center was the golden compass and the sword.

She had the exhibit explain how precious they were to him; and the legends that followed his name and adventures. And she couldn’t have been prouder. The exhibit even brought her some form of closure. Or so she thought.

One night while Kyra was in her office working late on another project; there was this terrible glass break.

“What the hell was that?!”, she exclaimed.

When she got to the floor of the exhibit; she couldn’t believe who it was she saw standing there, with the compass in his hand.

It was Robert. He was alive and staring her down.

“Hello Miss Bennett! It’s nice to see you again!”, he said to her with a sinister tone in his voice.

“No fucking way! It’s impossible! You’re supposed to be dead! I watched the Admiral kill you!”, she said. She couldn’t believe what was happening.

”No he did. He indeed killed me. For a second anyway. You see, I would’ve stayed dead; if he hadn’t have shoved me through the portal, before you closed it that is. And as the inscription read: all wounds rescinded. Annnd here I am!”, he replied with a wicked grin.

“This is not happening!”, she told him.

“Ohhh…but is my dear girl! And now that I have the two items that I needed; my crew and I will be off!”, he said with glee in his eyes.

“Crew?! What crew?!“, she asked.

“Ohh…why them of course!”, he replied before gesturing for her to look behind her.

When she turned around; fear instantly gripped her heart and soul. Behind her; a crew of dangerous looking individuals seemingly melted out of the shadows. A crew of 8 men and 4 women stood at the ready.

“Miss Bennett…allow me to introduce my new crew!”, he says to her.

“But! You’re not a captain anymore.”, she replies.

“I am now!”, he replies in a tone that’s both sinister and gleeful.

“Wait! You’re actually going back?!”, she asks.

“Of course I am! Can’t unlock Poseidon’s tomb if I’m here, can I?”, he replies.

“What the hell are you rambling about?!”, she replied clearly confused.

“If you think that Queen Magdalena, was the only source of power in the seas; you clearly haven’t done your research.”, he told her.

“You’re still rambling!”, she replies.

“Here. Let me offer you a free history lesson. You know of Atlantis right?”, he asked.

“Yes, I know about the legends of Atlantis.”, she answered.

“Clearly you don’t girl! Because they’re not legends! They’re true!”, he tells her.

“Atlantis is the tale of Plato. And although he was a great philosopher; he was out of his mind! Atlantis is NOT real! It’s just a legend!”, she answers.

“Perhaps you’d like a demonstration; ohhh Pearson…”, he commands one of the pirates, “Miss Bennett…meet my first mate.”

Pearson, opens his hand to reveal a stone of some sort.

“What the hell is that?!”, she asks.

“This is a fragment of a key. A key to the greatest treasure of the seas”, he says to her.

“Meaning…”, she responds.

“Meaning…I’m about to go back to visit 7 sea lords. And take their key fragments.”, he tells her.

“The 7 lords of the seas is a myth! Robert you’re chasing ghosts!”, she says.

“No, I’m chasing greatness girl!”, he snapped at her, clearly agitated.

Part 2 coming soon! @txemrn @choicesficwriterscreations

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writerjodie · 5 years

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Renegades: The Journey

Assassin’s Creed: Renegades - The Journey (Chapter Three)

Renegades Masterpost

Pressing a kiss to her hand, and placing her hand on the smooth body of her bike, Lisa bids farewell to her favourite piece of machinery. Luckily for her, Connor offered to keep it safe in the Assassin’s garage for her whilst she is away - but still, she’ll miss it, almost as much as the Assassins here. Both Connor and his senior, Achilles, are there to wave her off, the former enveloping her in a crushing bearhug whilst muttering something about missing her already. Mentor Achilles opts for a more formal approach, offering Lisa a brisk handshake instead.

“Are we ready to go, then? The car’s waiting,” Kassandra appears at the door, impatient to get back home. With a final farewell to her bike and friends, Lisa skips out the door, dragging her suitcase behind her. “Here, let me,” Kassandra lifts the full case into the car boot with ease, her muscles barely straining at such a task, “Nice bike you got there, I’ve got one similar back home. You can borrow the spare one when we get there if you’d like,” Squeezing herself into the seat between the siblings, Lisa’s face lights up at that thought. “I’d like that very much,” she hums, feeling horribly inadequate between the muscled Greeks.

As the taxi rolls into action, the trio natter away like old friends, even chatting with the sweet taxi driver in the front. Once in the airport, their checkin is swift, and soon enough an air host is ushering them into a posh departure lounge, to where a few other Assassin agents linger. Eventually, they are given clearance, and are again ushered out onto the runway, where the Assassin’s private jet awaits them all. Brows raised at the internal refurb in the jet, Lisa harks back to her last trip in the plane, all the way from London to New York, with only herself for company. Chucking her hand luggage in the storage box - her suitcase having been bundled into the hold - Lisa plops down of the first free chair she spots, marvelling at its plushness. The air hosts do their thing of point exits and whatnot, then their pilot comes over the intercom.

“Welcome all to this private flight, the time is currently 10:17, and in a few minutes we will taxi out to commence our flight,” the smooth voice greets them all, “This flight is approximately 10 hours 30 minutes, and we should arrive in Naples at around 06:40, their time,”

Craning her neck to find Kassandra, Lisa breathes a sigh of relief when she spots the Spartan sat behind her.

“Hey Kass, if we’re landing in Naples, how’re we getting to Greece?” she asks, furrowing her brows. “First we will drive East to Bari, then we’ll get on my ship and sail there,” the response comes, “Normally we’d land straight in Greece, but since others are coming with us, it seemed easier to go straight to Italy,”

Nodding, Lisa looks around the plane, taking proper looks at the faces of the others’ for the first time since arrival. Alexios sits somewhere at the back, near Bayek. Across the jet, she sees the devilishly handsome Ezio Auditore snoring gently already, and behind him, the ever silent Arno Dorian - Mentor of the Frenchies. A jolt shudders through the plane, warning the Assassins of the imminent take off. Leaning back in her seat, Lisa watches the receding land fade away beneath the clouds as the jet soars into the sky. Once the seat belt light flashes off, the unanimous click of almost all belts rattles around the fuselage, and immediately half of the Assassins are crowded around the built in bar.

Retrieving her bag, Lisa plops back down on her seat, and begins to rummage through for her headphones. 10 hours to kill, and strictly speaking, Lisa isn’t big on the whole drinking stuff. As her fingers brush the soft velvet covered box at the bottom of her bag, Lisa starts in her seat: she’d forgotten she’d put that in there. With the aim to forget it, Lisa frowns as her fingers betray her and retrieve that damned box instead of her headphones. Her fingers tremble a little as she flips it open once more, the intricate pattern shining in the incandescent lighting. For a moment, her mind wanders back to that happy time. A candlelit dinner, a pair of smiling brown eyes, calloused hands clasping hers, this very necklace resting in its box - these images flit through her mind, spaced out by flashes of the angst upon discovering her love’s disappearance.

“What’s that you got?” Alexios appears seemingly out of nowhere, leaning over her shoulder to look at the necklace.

“Hmm, nothing,” she hums, “Just something I got ages ago,”

Upon seeing the tree of life sigil, Alexios pauses, his brows flickering together for a moment before he remembers himself.

“It’s lovely” he squeezes onto the chair beside her, “Am I right in saying it’s a Celtic symbol?” “The Yggdrasil is Norse I think, but the whole tree of life thing is probably used in Celtic mythology too,” Lisa hums, repeating the same words her lover had told her long ago upon giving her the gift, “He...the one who gave it to me, I mean, he was into all his mythology and stuff - he was Irish,”

Lips pursed, Alexios nods again, his thick finger gently stroking the edge of the delicate pewter pendant. “Was?” he queries, the golden rings of his eyes meeting hers, “What happened?” Slamming the lid shut, Lisa stuffs the damned thing back into her bag - it’s no use getting caught up on the past, she needs to look to the future. “I’m not sure,” she whispers, “He went on a mission and never returned, Achilles and the others told me nothing - so I presume him to be dead,”

What she doesn’t add is that the Yggdrasil necklace disappeared at the same time, only to return again after her encounter with the masked man who knew her name at the warehouse.

“Ouch, sorry to hear that...you can talk to me and Kass about it anytime, you know,” he ruffles her hair out its bun, “If we’re to work together we should all get to know each other and be friends - no secrets,”

Standing back up, Alexios flashes Lisa a knee weakening smile, and points to where the other Assassin’s are gathered. “Now if you don’t mind,” he adjusts the strings of his red hoodie, “I promised Monsieur Dorian a drinking contest,”

Watching the muscled Spartan disappear into the bar area, Lisa curls up on her chair and inserts her headphones, pulling up her favourite playlist. Eyes gazing out the window, Lisa leans back and lets the soothing beats of Ghost’s Nocturnal Me take her to the land of bliss slumber.

The rest of the flight passes without incident, with them landing in Naples International at the precisely the predicted time. The car park outside if full of various goodbyes as the Assassin’s set off on their various journeys. Alexios, Kassandra, and Lisa are the last left waiting, until a smooth, black Jaguar car glides up next to them, and the window rolls down.

“Get in losers, we’re going to Bari,” the woman inside laughs, looking at the trio over her wide brimmed sunglasses.

Immediately Kassandra has the door open and is practically sat on the lady’s lap, pressing firm kisses to her lips. “Kyra babe, I’ve missed you,” she hums, gesturing for Alexios to put the cases in the boot.

As the two lovers take up the front seats, Lisa and Alexios end up in the back again - not that they mind, as they both get to control the various snacks Kyra brought with them for the 3 hour drive.

It’s mid morning when they finally arrive in Bari, having come to a stop in the car park by the port. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Lisa takes in the bright, sun soaked port, and smiles at the rows of yachts that greet her.

“Last leg now,” Kassandra rolls from the car, stretching her stiff legs in the morning breeze.

Goraning to himself, Alexios pulls the rest of the cases from the boot, as Kyra hands over the car’s keys to the car rental guy, who immediately inspects the vehicle for damage. Bag of crisps clutched in her hands, Lisa falls into step behind the others as they stroll along the port side.

“You’re going to love the Adrestia,” Kyra twists around to smile widely at Lisa, “It’s so spacious and luxurious - you wouldn’t think it’s a boat once you’re inside!”

Kyra’s words prove to be true, as the moment Lisa lays eyes on the luxurious yacht she simply falls in love with it. From the detailed artwork on the hull, that likens the ship to an Ancient Greek Warship, to the cornflower blue sails tied to its trio of masts - the Adrestia is truly a sight to behold.

As they board, they are greeted with a huge bear hug from a smallish man.

“Welcome back! Who’s this new face Barnabas sees here? Welcome to the Adrestia new lady,” the man waves, introduces himself as Barnabas. “I’m Lisa,” the ‘new lady’ speaks, “Nice to meet you Barnabas,”

In the middle of taking their cases into the yacht, Barnabas nearly jumps out of his skin when a panel in the cabin beeps loudly: “That’s never good”, he huffs, dropping their cases down.

All five of them jog into the cabin, where the radar panel in the centre beeps again, more urgently this time. Together, they crowd around it. A flashing white dot sits at the far edge of the screen, telling them that another ship is approaching.

Storming over to the window, Alexios peers out in the general direction of the dot - spotting his target instantly.

“Templars,” he hisses, stepping aside to point at the distant yacht.

“We are all too worn out to fight, and Ezio will have our guts for garters if we start a fight on his soil...we’d better get out of here before they find us,” Kassandra suggests, turning back from the crimson sailed yacht to face the others, who all nod in agreement.

“Yeah, we’ll all be dead on our feet if we try to fight now, not to mention the long journey ahead,” Lisa twirls around on the chair she has found herself on, “Speaking of which, how long is it until we reach….wherever we’re going?”

“Athens,” Barnabas clarifies, consulting his GPS screen, “It should take only 15 hours,” Only? Gods help them all.

Sighing at the prospect of more long journeys, Lisa consoles herself with the idea of being in goddamned Athens by the end of the night. As the silent engines of the Adrestia whirr into life, she grabs a cool can of lemonade from the fridge, and joins the others on the deck of the ship.

They pass the scarlet sailed ship in silence, all of them barely daring to breathe lest the Templars on board clock their presence. Tilting her head to the side, Lisa pauses when she spots who exactly is disembarking from that ship.

A tall man walks off first, coming to a stop on the stone dock wall, his black shirt sticks to his broad shoulders with perspiration, and his dark hair is slicked to his head with it too.

The balmy air around Lisa turns frigid as she looks upon the man, reluctantly spotting how similar he looks to her old lover...no, Shay Cormac died two years ago, there is no way he is stood in goddamned Bari right now.

Suddenly deciding the lemonade is too sweet for her, Lisa hands it over to Alexios and enters the yacht once more. Maybe, maybe it’s just her travel tired eyes playing tricks on her. Yes, maybe she’s just too jet lagged, and her chat with Alexios on the plane...hmm, she needs some good sleep, then she’ll be fine.

Collapsing onto the soft bed of her private cabin, Lisa barely has the time to shuck off her shoes before the welcome embrace of sleep claims her.

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