Wow so much has happened in one year, anyway I've been playing on AC4 Black Flag and I wanted to give my own take on it so without further ado my next story…..

Destined For Greatness

Splinters of wood and lots of noise, a terrible ringing went through Carson's ears as he fell to the wooden deck of the ship he was on. This was only supposed to be an honest trip to Havana so he could get back on his feet and now he was back to the very thing to swore never to do again…. battle. He didn't want to fight but he had no choice as the adjacent ship came crashing into the hull of his own and threw the entire crew to the ground. Several moments trying to adjust were wasted as Carson fell to the ground again dropping the sword he was given, he then saw a man dressed in blue robes and a white hood drop down onto the captain. Carson couldn't see properly but he was sure the captain had just been killed and finally the fire hit the gunpowder the magazine and sent myself and anyone else flying over the deck of the ship and into the freezing water and all Carson could do was stop struggling and let death take him…..

(-Hours Later-)

Carson gasped quickly and sharply he remembered the cold embrace of the ocean before losing consciousness and leaving himself to drown, except he was sure he wasn't dead he could feel the sand on the back of his head and the waves slowly lapping his ankles. He groaned as he turned onto his side and coughed up more sea water and sand. All Carson could assume was that he was on Cape Bonavista, the island they fought next to before nearly getting blown to pieces. The sailor could only assume the worst was to come with no food and water and being on his own.

"Bloody Fucking Pirates!"

Carson thought it was his imagination, but not before seeing the same person he saw killing the captain and now he had his flintlock pointed at one of the mercenaries on the same ship. Ken was his name? Or was his Kenly? Fenway? Lucky for that person the killers flintlock was wet and failed to ignite thus sparing the lucky fellows demise. Carson was never one of meddling in affairs that clearly had nothing to do with him but he decided if there was anyway off the island it was that way where the blue robed man and the sailor had ran off to.

Carson managed to keep up with the two, one was chasing the other. And a fired shot turned to humorous chase into a deadly confrontation and Carson was having trouble keeping up, he was athletic being in his early twenties but the speed of the other two was unmatched. Fortunately, they had their standoff near a cliff and Carson sunk into some bushes to see who would win.

The fight between the two was rather quick paced as the sailor swiftly ended the killers life. Carson nearly applauded by accident but didn't want to risk becoming discovered, the sailor had discarded his own clothing in exchange for his victims and then ran to a cliff with an overhanging tree branch, the man slowly walked along the tree branch and looked down.

"Surely he's not daft enough to…." Carson whispered to himself.

All he could do was look in amazement as the man jumped into the water below and came out unharmed. Carson decided to do the same, he had to follow this man. If he was friendly he would be safe in his company.

Carson felt his heart thumping rapidly as he walked across the branch and looked down, he gibbered slightly and felt like he would be sick, he screwed his eyes shut and dived into the water below.

He couldn't believe his was still alive from that jump and quickly climbed out of the rock pool he had landed in. He followed down the trail to a large area. Carson noticed a small sloop in the distance and several british soldiers patrolling the ground, he then saw in the corner of his eye the same man with a great degree of stealth taking out every british soldier that came too near to the bushes until nearly every man was taken out.

Carson decided enough was enough he had to help the fellow out with the last soldiers, he ran across to where the man was taking out the penultimate soldier, drew out a small knife from his pocket and expertly threw it at the captain. The knife went into his back and after two seconds of screaming the captain fell to the floor. The man quickly helped up the merchant held hostage.

"Who threw that knife?" He uttered out.

Carson walked out quickly from the bushes. "I threw it, just thought you might like some assistance."

The man smiled and patted Carson on the shoulder. "Much appreciated."

The merchant on the floor was helped up and brushed himself off. "By gods grace gentlemen, you saved my life!"

"Don't worry my friend you are safe." Carson said happily, he then turned to the man. "I don't believe we've met."

"Edward Kenway." He shot out his hand, Carson shook his hand.

"Carson Slim at your service." Carson then turned to the grateful merchant and held out his hand.

"Oh Stede Bonnet, a pleasure." Edward looked out towards the sloop.

"That yours?"

"Yes but here lies its captain sadly." He indicated a dead sailor lying in the water. "And I'm no sailor myself really."

Edward stepped forward. "I can pilot her myself no mind."

Stede lit up. "My goodness this had turned out to be a fortuitous day, with all this excitement and all thing considered."

Carson then began to climb into the water. "Lets not waste time then, off to Havana."…..

That will do for now, tell me what you think, ideas and criticism welcome and of course goodnight :)