Edward is a good captain, a great sailor, a funny guy, and he is also great company!

In general, this is what he tells you - the child of some aristocrat, that he does not know about whose hands he gave his child, whose child Kenway must transport to another country safe and sound, in order to gain connections and a good impression on your father.

The blond was lying on his bunk, having thrown off his outer clothing, remaining in only trousers and a linen shirt, having thrown his cloak and all other fabrics on the floor, along with his sabers. One leg hung down, wagging back and forth, already in an almost annoying rhythm, from time to time barely touching the sole of the boot, the worn floorboard. His left hand lay on his chest, and his right was under his head, arranging for the back of his head the most comfortable pillow of all possible. He sighed contentedly and looked at you, opening his eyes and slowly assessing your figure.

Your figure, which was kindly provided with the "most comfortable stool" of all possible on this ship and seated in his cabin, away from the crew of pirates who were not trained to talk to the rich. The child of an aristocrat. They look ridiculously out of place. Bright, probably expensive clothes contrast with the old wood, smelling of salty sea water, the aroma of antiquity and slight dampness.

The Jackdaw, gently rocked from side to side, to the rhythm of the waves hitting her hull, slightly damaged from previous battles, carrying you and everyone on her to another land.

"Cheer up, we still have the whole day to hang around here together." - he said, stretching a smug grin on his face. Do you really have to sit here with him all day???