ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ | ᴇᴅᴡᴀʀᴅ & ᴀᴠᴇʟɪɴᴇ
She shouldn't be here. At least she doesn't look like she belongs among the dozens of sea wearied men and French soldiers who crowd the docks. It becomes rather obvious,as she weaves her way through the docks, that her presence has not gone entirely unnoticed. A colored woman in lady's clothes is not as inconspicuous as I may have hoped among a crowd like this. Few men made lewd comments in her direction, some whistled, but mostly they whispered. Perhaps it would have been more wise to dress as a slave, a lady by herself is either thought to be a prostitute or lost. She ignores the vast majority of their comments, keeping her head high and gaze fixed on her target destination; a particular ship with the carving of a bird on the prow.
The deck of the Jackdaw is nearly empty save for a few men. She'd heard tale of this pirate in New Orleans, of his abilities, his exploits, adventures, and most importantly, she knew of his sympathy to the assassin's cause. He might not have been a part of the brotherhood, or trained in their teachings, but he was skilled in what he did, and all he required was a bit of coin in exchange for his services.
She doesn't know what he looks like however, only a rough description of a fair man with a bird on his ship bearing the surname Kenway. "Captain Kenway?"
