The tavern hums with life tonight, the air warm and carrying faint traces of salt, smoke, and spilled ale. Music drifts softly from a corner, a mix of shanties and simple tunes, weaving through the chatter of pirates and fortune-seekers. Laughter and the clatter of mugs fill the room, people talking, scheming, or just passing the time.

Edward sits alone at a table, the burn of rum sliding down his throat his only companion. He’s had a bit too much tonight, head slightly dizzy and vision a little blurred, yet he leans back in his chair with casual ease, arm draped over the back. There’s a small, easy grin on his face, eyes bright with quiet satisfaction rather than bravado.

Earlier, he’d taken a Spanish galleon, the haul paying off nicely for him and his crew. The coin and goods tucked safely away, he’s in a good mood, relaxed and at ease in the warmth of the tavern, letting the music and chatter wash over him while he enjoys a rare moment of peace.