OPEN POST: Edward Kenway - Assassin's Creed

[jackdaws]

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[theloneeagle]

[Haytham knew better than to touch certain precursor objects; entire cities had crumbled by such carelessness. But this one had been delivered to him by another man, and passed hands to his. It should have been fine to handle it. So why did it go off the moment it touched HIS fingers? The flash of light blinded him, but he could feel the change around him. The dry winter air was sucked away and a sweltering heat descended. At least the ground felt stable; there was no apocalyptic earthquake this time. The light faded and he unexpectedly saw himself on the porch of a seaside bar, surrounded by drunks in conversation or sucking bottles, who seemed mostly unaware of any change, except for two or three who blinked their eyes at him like he popped out of nowhere... which he probably had.]

[Haytham examined his hands, empty, and glanced around at the floor. But the object was lost.]

[jackdaws]

[If the object was lost, it was because one of the bargoers had scooped it out of the sand and passed it to their captain, who is now holding it up to the bright sunlight to examine it. Most of them are too drunk to realise what's going on -- and Edward's only a little better judging by the strong smell of rum interspersed with sweat and dirt -- but he does have his wits about him enough to realise the significance of a man appearing out of thin air, and the accompanying artefact.]

Now here's an interesting little trinket.

[He grins over at one of the men at the bar, a crewmate, then moves over to Haytham.]

Think you dropped something, mate. I'll be keeping this, if it's all the same to you.

[It's simultaneously a threat and a statement of fact. With Edward surrounded by his own men, he'd like to see this dapper-looking gentleman even try to get it back.]

[theloneeagle]

[Haytham's ears were ringing from the effects of the displacement. He felt close to fainting, and barely heard the voice as he struggled to keep up his composure. But his instincts warned him of the threat, and he could sense the imposing figures around him without even having to look.]

[He couldn't allow himself to faint. The object wasn't just world-changing in importance, it was probably his only key out of this... whatever this was. He needed it at any cost. He gripped the rotten wood of the porch railing and lowered his voice to a near growl.]

If you value keeping your head on your neck, then I'll be taking it back.

[Of course, he might just kill this lout anyway.]

[jackdaws]

Hear that, lads? He wants my head. [Edward grins over his shoulder to his crew behind him, who join in with the laughing and jeering. Then he looks back at the stranger, running a hand over the cutlass at his hip.]

I'd say the same to you, but there's really no glory in beheading a bloke so green about the gills. Stand up straight, and maybe I'll even make a fair fight of it.

[Or as fair as it gets on pirate terms. He wants to know more about this man, and whether he's a Templar or Assassin, so a fight seems as good a starting point as any.]

[theloneeagle]

[Haytham lets out his breath through his teeth. Then he turns back partially and plucks up a bottle of rum from the hand of someone uninvolved, who only stutters in protest. He knocks it back for a hard swig before returning it. The drink doesn't really help overall, but it gives him an extra few seconds and the sear of the nearly flammable proof down his throat snaps him out of his daze a little.]

Not very wise, are you? You'd best hope you can at least stay alive long enough to surrender what is mine.

[He loosens his pose with hands ahead, ready for whichever pirate comes first.]