Edward Kenway (captainkenway) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2020-05-28 10:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | edward kenway, jacob frye |
Who: Jacob and Edward.
Where: Bryn's bar, then home, potentially.
What: Edward's drunk.
When: After this
Rating: Mild.
Open: No.
Status: Finished.
Edward was sat in one of the comfy chairs with a bottle of rum in one hand, his body slouched back as if he had melted into the furniture. He had been there for some time, enjoying the rum which he would eventually find a way to pay off. Between the door and the station, everything had been overwhelming. It felt comfortable to sit in a bar, no matter how barren, and drink away his worries. It was a shame it was so empty. No one to share his tales with, no one to drink and sing with. No one to get in a typically avoidable punch up with. It didn't feel right but maybe he needed that moment to just be by himself.
Something had happened along the way. Edward hadn't known his phone had recorded everything he had been singing, nor had he really been informed either. It was probably for the best. He would be even more distrustful of the device he carried with him. Now the Welshman was waiting for Jacob to arrive. If he really had been talking to Jacob that was, and the others who had answered his broadcast.
"The worst old ship that ever did sail, sailed out of Harwich on a windy day. And we're waiting for the day, waiting for the day, waiting for the day that we get our pay" he sang to himself, his words slurring the more he tried to sing. He took a swig from the bottle and smiled to himself.