"Papa!" Abagail screamed, watching her father fall to the blade of an Assassin. One who seemed very familiar...She ran forward, hoping that she'd get to him in time. She had to. "Papa! Wake up! Please...wake up!" The older child was ignoring the danger behind her, unusually colored eyes rimmed with tears. "Please!!" daughters-of-history from Abagail Hornigold
Edward’s hood didn’t drop, his blade pulling easily from Hornigold’s flesh. He had told him, warned him what would happen, what could happened if he continued to carry on with such an awful group of people. Their truer intentions were clear to him, where others had the wool pulled over their eyes, including Ben. He didn’t like the idea of killing his friend, his partner in arms, but he had no choice. It was either Hornigold or himself and Edward had too much of a will to live. He knew what he had done, before the young girl even came running out to her father who lay dying. He should’ve left, in fact he should leave now but her pleading kept him there. He knew he shouldn’t but he turned to the young girl, watching as she cried over her father. She would recognize him immediately, but there was nothing he could do about that now.
