COULD HAVE BEEN A HERO.

I am going to kill you look:

Aries, Aquarius, Leo

Please shut the fuck up look:

Libra, Pisces, Taurus

Fuck me right now please look:

Scorpio, Cancer, Sagittarius

I am dying inside look:

A little too  tipsy to notice the similarities                         between this man and himself.                              Too busy clinging to him in                              order to impart his wisdom.

         ❝         No, no, shhh ai'ight. I’m tellin’ y’,                        the krak'n’s bloody realand i’s                                            livin’ in t'Thames! ❞

                    Great... Dealing  with  some  poor, d r u n k  sod  who  clung  to him like                a life line. Not like he can talk: Edward went through this many, MANY times. Lips                pressed thinly, the pirate captain crossed his arms & an eyebrow rose.

au in which blackwall is a washed up marine biologist stuck in nassau needing a crew to sail with and edward just doesn’t have time for that noise

crew member: cap'n... he’s at it again.

crew member: he keeps talkin’ ‘bout the shark ye’ killed.

crew member: cap'n...

crew member: cAPTAIN!

blackwall: you’re told…that sharks are dangerous. finally you’re underwater and you see the thing…that you were taught to fear and it’s perfect and doesn’t want to hurt you.

edward: ...

edward: ...

    defeated, he drops his head into his hands.

        “i always hated boats. sitting around like this is– ugh. i              hate it. i think i’d take swimming over this. not that… i           can swim.” but that wasn’t the point.

                                                 ❛ What is it, then? ❜

                    Edward   Kenway  had  EAGLE SENSE,  but  it  did  not  give  him  the                ability to read a  person’s  emotions. He best left it  up to his intuition, but even that                was failing him. A hand from a crew member shot out from the dim light, handing their                captain a piece of parchment -- location to some treasure, no doubt. He did not have                time to embark on a  quest UNLESS it was  on the  way  to the Observatory... or            WHATEVER grabbed his attention.

                                     ❛ -- Tell ye’ what: if t’things get r o u g h up above,                                                        grab a hold o’ some ROPE. ❜

“’m goin’ te’ take a shot in the dark an’ guess ‘m in yer’ seat. Well I hate te’ be the bearer of bad news, I really do but–’m not movin’ so you’ll just have to sit some place else, I know, I know, it’s tragic, but ‘m sure ye’ll survive.”

                                          ❛ LASS, ye’ got it all wrong. ❜

                    Calloused  hands  grabbed a nearby chair & dragged  it in  front  of her, only                to  sit  backwards  with  arms resting on the  backrest’s  top. He  was used to these                types of encounters: someone taking his chair does not RUSTLE his breeches. A                smirk morphed his lips, curling upward as one finger pointed at his former seat.