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_{“…” Glaring at Kidd, you could tell he was ready to toss him over board but, his new friend came in and stopped him. Regaining himself, he sighed and folded his arms. “Yes.. Captain Kenway’s right. It’s my first time being a pirate so I don’t really understand how it works.. All I know is that you’re not supposed to be stabbed by the one you sing with everyday.. ” He said “But, we are all brothers and sisters.. as some of them, I’d not like to admit. This is going to be my life, and I guess I have to accept it. As long as I can trust my so called.. brothers and sisters..” He said while looking at Kidd. Fillan truly was scared that Kidd was going to kill him and honestly, that broke his ego when people saw him like that.}

_{A dither prickled under Edward’s sudden intrusion and the pirate narrowed green hues, keened on the thief. Dull disbelief and above all; annoyance melded into one in a splinter of seconds and James found snippets of possibilities filter in his mind like stills—ghosting a look in his eyes of the many ways he could murder the child}

          _{—If he was provoked.}

_{“What’s wrong Kenway?” In the glint of the sunlight, James culled his pistol and pressed the cold steel of the muzzle against the boy’s brow with full intent. “No need ta fret.” Awaken a instilling fear and a image of the kind of ’demon’ he was. The macabre flesh that just winked beneath his sleeves.} 

_{A dark look pealed across his lips, scrutinizing Fillan under his gaze. “As fer you, you reckon yer ready? It is a life of deceit an’ plunder an’ it isn’ a stroll. Death creeps an’ clings ta our every move. Commitments ahre made ta be upheld an’ not discarded as soon as you find a splinter in yer finger.“ He eased the muzzle down his face–"If you plan ta leave a mark, leave a scar. If you plan ta withstand fire, stand in th’ flames. At th’ end of nigh’, you room with us. You live, eat an’ sleep with us. You ‘ill have ta face th’ wrath of ‘ose you insisted a lie upon, loose lips.” coming to press it against his mouth.}

_{But the boy would have to provoke more of a reason to hurt him. Even when he had given him enough not to trust the boy with keeping secrets: spilling jewels as soon as hand crept up to wring his neck—so to speak.}