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Edward Kenway x Reader It had been a few days into the voyage, your skills as a cook were appreciated by the crew, a ravenous lot every one of them. The atmosphere of the ship was homier than what you were used to. You had lived as a solitary thief, stealing when you could, scrounging enough coin for food and a place to sleep. Amongst the men, you had a solid place to call your own and life was easier than you'd ever experienced it. You were lying comfortably on your bunk, hands tucked leisurely behind your head. The men were telling stories over drinks, their laughing and goading ringing against your ear. Somehow they managed to gather thems

Edward Kenway x Reader You shifted in your sleep, the turn of your head jostling your hangover to life. You were incredibly warm, your bed softer than last you remembered it. The scent of rum, salt, and sweat tickled your senses. There was an underlying smell, a distinct one that you were simply linking to Edward. Then again, he always seemed to be a mixture of rum and salt. You slowly pried your eyes open to the sprawled out pirate captain. He was lying flat on his back, arms stretched every which way, his hair a disheveled mess. You were curled up next to him, tucked beneath one of his arms, his chest rising and falling slowly with each sle