You'd hope to get at least a few more hours of pure loneliness in the tavern, tucked away in one of the darkest corners with only rum to keep you company. It had been a harsh day, every day was a harsh day, but today you felt as if the world could crumble beneath your feet and you would care less.

That is, until your night just got worse.

The blonde man seemed to have spotted your form the same second he entered the tavern, the wolfish grin he always sported spreading across his face as he moved between people and pushed past barmaids just to stop in front of the table you sat in, pulling back a chair and resting opposite from you as if he had always been there.

"Well, you're someone hard to track, love," He used his fingers to beckon over a barmaid, not sparing the woman a single glance as he took a large cup of rum from her platter without even asking if it was meant for someone else. Typical Kenway. "I've been lookin' for you all over the place now!"