Edward Kenway x Reader
It had to have been the next day when you finally pried your eyes open again. The loud creaking of the door pulled you from sleep, the banging of boots hard against the wooden floorboards quickly following. "Kenway!" His voice was deep, gruff, and incredibly loud. "What the devil are you doing, boy?"
Edward stood, whispering with bitterness, "Jaysus. Keep it down, Thatch."
"Your men told me you were hold up in a bakery fondling over some boy who got wounded." Thatch's eyes peered passed Edward, his dark tanned skin fitting well with the blackness of his beard.
You tried not to grin but the shocked expression he wore was priceless. It wasn't that he was simply shocked, rather he hadn't been expecting it. You were curled up on the bed to keep most of your wounded back from touching too firmly against anything, your hair tossled about around you.
"Ah, a lady?"
"She's... that boy on my crew." Edward shifted, slowly dropping back down into his seat ne