Edward Kenway, Master Assassin of the British West Indies, was no stranger to blood. But the blood on the letter he held was not from a blade—it was from a quill. The ink, mixed with iron gall and something darker, smelled of the Levant.
Edward returned to the Caribbean, but something had changed. He no longer sailed only for plunder. He carried a new compass—not Isu, not gold, but a simple magnetic one Arwa had given him. Its needle pointed to no treasure, only north.
Lord Ashworth did not wait. His fleet blockaded Gibraltar. He offered terms: give him the boy, and he would spare the Assassins. “The Templars will usher in an age of peace through control,” his letter read. “You pirates only know chaos.” Assassins Creed IV - Black Flag -Europe- -EnAr-
Arwa commanded the cannons. Nasim, now wearing hidden blades modified for his small hands, steered through the smoke. Edward climbed the rigging, cut loose the mainmast of the lead frigate, and rode it down onto Ashworth’s deck.
The three nodes aligned not on a map, but on a human heart. Edward Kenway, Master Assassin of the British West
But he knew now: north was not a direction. It was a promise.
Edward arrived in Galway, Ireland, in a fog so thick it swallowed the moon. The city was a Templar hinge—neutral port, no questions asked, provided you paid in Spanish silver or English blood. He wore a grey wool cloak over his white robes, hidden in plain sight. Edward returned to the Caribbean, but something had changed
Arwa performed the surgery in a candlelit cave beneath Gibraltar, Edward holding the boy’s hand. When Nasim opened his eyes, they glowed faintly blue—and he drew a perfect circle around a spot in the North Sea, east of the Orkneys.
They fought in the rain. Ashworth was no duelist; he had a pistol hidden in his cane. But Edward had a broken bottle and a lifetime of rage. He pinned the Grand Master to the wheel.
He didn’t kill him. Instead, Arwa injected Ashworth with a slow poison that erased memory, not life. The banker woke three days later in a monastery in County Cork, believing himself a retired cheese merchant.
“I don’t need forever,” Edward said. “I just need today.”