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                       Thalassic: An Edward Kenway Mix.

                         The ocean's in your blood & there's a STORM brewing in your eyes.

.oo1 Angry Sea – Mother Mother ♒ .oo2 Bleeding Muddy Water – Mark Lannegan ♒ .oo3 Boat Turns Towards the Port – Soap & Skin ♒ .oo4 Crawled Out of the Sea – Laura Marling ♒ .oo5 Gimme Shelter – The Rolling Stones ♒ .oo6 Immigrant Song – Karen O, Atticus Ross, Trent Reznor ♒ .oo7 In All My Dreams I Drown – Jessica Lowdnes & Terrance Zdunich ♒ .oo8 Into the Ocean – Blue October ♒ .oo9 Money, Power, Glory – Lana Del Rey ♒ .o1o What the Water Gave Me – Florence + the Machine

                                  Dedicated to @ffrewyll​, @fearsomedog​, & @praedoun​.

                                                                          SAIL.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU WONDERFUL WOMAN YOU ♫♪♫♪

   THANK YOU!!!!!!! I’M FEELIN’ TWENTY-TWOOOOO ♫♪

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@fearsomedog​ | starter | let us begin

Captain Kenway's hidden room undetected for so many centuries but finally found, and if the information were right, the Precursor object was here for her to find.      Light footsteps moved along the carpeted floor, the room dimly lit and it held a glimmer of mystery. However, Evie stumbled back as she saw a man standing by what looked like the wheel of a ship. Her eyebrows contracted in distrust and quietly flicked a throw knife between her fingers, though he had probably heard her come down the stairs.       Narrowing her eyes, it was then that she noticed the man's attire which resembled hers, yet it came from a different time. An assassin? Or was this just a trap?      “Who are you?” she demanded, sharply; and keeping her distance.  

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fearsomedog replied to your post:

don’t be throwing up on the ship now, constantine, gosh.

you’re gonna need a mop, kenway.

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@fearsomedog || Andy Starter 

          Staring him down ( or up as  most of the world was to her ) she tried to find the right words that would best represent her true feelings and her well thought out response. Silence was deafening and could often be mistaken for something that it isn’t. Eyes squinted, lips pursed before she pushed her shoulders back and crossed her arms over her chest. Finally, she would reply.                                           “ Bullshit. “