so fill to me the parting glass

[jackdawvision]

Who: Edward Kenway and you!
What: Edward’s going on a trip! he’s expecting to come back, but just in case.
When: pre-Darkwalker.
Where: All around Milton, we’re doing a little goodbye tour!

Content Warnings: blanket Assassin’s Creed warnings.

[He needs to find what’s out there.

Yeah, it won’t be easy. Edward’s not sure he’ll be coming back—he hopes so, with all his heart, but he knows he might not. He debates with himself for a long while over what to bring and what to leave behind, and eventually he sighs and starts going around the town, bundled up for the cold and knocking on the doors of those he knows and cares about, even those he’s only spoken with once or twice, and asking them to come to the community center. He’s been here since the start, after all.

For those who had to deal with him when he was amnesiac, he has one thing to say to start this whole speech off:] I’m sorry for how I acted, toward some of you. That was unworthy of me. [He gestures to a rather large basket full of useful things.] Will you consider this a peace offering?

[He pauses to let that sink in, then, he says this:]

I mean to head out soon, and to find what lies beyond this town. I should come back soon, with information to give, but in case I don’t…I didn’t want to leave without a goodbye. Or a last dinner with what little civilization there is in this place. [A small, roguish smile. Those who saw the pirate might recognize it now.] Will you indulge this old, and former, pirate his last fancy?

[Oh shit, he really is leaving.

Afterward, he’ll be sticking around to talk to his close friends, and pass them a few things. But if you want, you can catch him before he goes—he’s happy to help, one last time.]

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[jackdawvision]

[When he finishes, he drops down to his chair again, and breathes out slowly. It's a bittersweet feeling, knowing he'll be leaving this town behind.]

I'll ask you a final favor. It'll sound selfish. [A pause.] If you can, will you carve my name somewhere in town? Somewhere high up, preferably, but any place will do. So something of me will remain, even when I'm gone from here.

[Softly:] Please?

[meadqueen]

Of course. [She already has an idea of where she’d do it: on the tree he’d jumped from when he’d frightened away her ghost.] You'll have to show me how to write it.

[To her it's a foreign name, and while she can read in the Mercian dialect, guessing at the spelling of names in those strange angular letters is beyond her.]

[jackdawvision]

Oh. Yes, you're from before then. Hold on, let me just... [He brings out his notepad, and writes down, in careful letters: Edward James Kenway. Then he rips off the paper it's on and gives it to her.]

Thank you, Randvi. Truly. I know it sounds a strange request coming from one such as myself, but...I suppose I never did quite leave being a pirate behind fully.

[meadqueen]

[Randvi takes his name as if it's a precious thing, then folds it and hides it away.]

It's only natural to wish to be remembered. I'm sure that someday my children will sing your name.

[jackdawvision]

Tell them I sailed the seven seas on a ship called the Jackdaw in search of treasure, but found it when I came home to the love of my children. Embellish how you like—I'd be heartbroken if you didn't.

[meadqueen]

You were truly content with that?

[If he can be then maybe someday she can be, too.]

[jackdawvision]

Until the day I died, aye. I was happy. And if I find a way home to them, somehow, then...I'll be content with that again.

[meadqueen]

[He's not the first person she's met here who should be dead, but it does explain a few things.]

I hope I find it someday, what you had. I hope that you do, too.

[jackdawvision]

You will, one day. And...I'll be with you, till then. Safety and peace, Randvi.