So idk if the story will do well, but oh well, It's yet another itch for me. Now I just wanna go ahead and lay down the plot for this chapter. It's nearly 8 months after Marshall arrived in the Caribbean, now I know last chapter seemed rushed but at the same time it was meant to, this round, it's gonna be more centered around him and Mary as now he has a ship of his own. Now don't think Marshall will become like Edward Kenway, he becomes a pirate/assassin but is more on the brotherhood side. So enjoy and happy pirating.

Mary Read grinned as her cannons pelted the Spanish frigate. Her chain shots had disabled it; but she had yet to take out the effectiveness of it's cannons. Despite her ship being smaller than it, her's was far more dangerous, the armor was made of thick iron plating along the thick, red painted wood.

"Get down!" she yelled as the crew ducked down, a volley of cannonballs flew over their heads. She looked back up and her eyes went wide.

Sailing towards her ship was a large frigate, her ship was unprepared to take on one ship while being flanked by the other.

Suddenly, a barrage of mortars fell upon the frigate; she looked in the direction of the mortars, sailing their direction was a new, yet familiar frigate.

She smirked, seeing the one who was manning the helm of the ship; hope was restored.

The frigate was solid black painted along with heavy iron plating covering most of the ship, there were twenty-one cannons on both sides, white and red outlined sails topped it, a black assassin flag soared above it, a large metal ram pointed forward and at the head of the ship was a carved wolf head.

"Ram the bastards!" the captain of the ship yelled as they rushed the frigate. The captain wore robes of an assassin.

His robes were black in most areas and had red accents and stripes, leather straps help it close to his muscular form. On his shoulders were metal plates held on by leather straps to his robed arms. His hood had a point at the end, stitched into it was an upper sketch of a wolf's head.

His wrists were covered by a metal covering, a common weapon amongst assassins; hidden blades. Under the hidden blade bracers were tight leather gloves.

His robe had two flaps that went down past his knees; the upper part of the robe overlapped one side and was latched down by metal buckles. Hanging on him was two sets of holsters; one at his waist with his weapon belt, the other on his chest, both holding two finely crafted flintlocks.

At his waist also, sheathed in a simple leather sheathe, holding a saber styled broad sword; he also had rope darts, a couple of smoke bombs, and a Native-American styled tomahawk and a couple of throwing daggers. Thrown around his back was a Blowpipe; the darts being placed in his ammunition pouch, and, uncommonly for the Caribbean, a longbow and quiver full of arrows.

His ship's ram crushed through the frigate's hull, the ship began taking on water, he allowed some distance before he ordered his ship forward, moving alongside the slowly sinking ship.

"Broadside em'! Heavy shots!" he ordered. The cannons, once they marked their target, all fired upon the frigate. The frigate didn't last long since the shots fired at it were already doused in flames, spreading fire to the Spaniards. He smirked, his main focus being dealt with, now he looked to his ally and the other frigate.

He navigated his ship around the sinking frigate and towards the crippled one. He moved to the other side of the frigate and left the helm to the man next to him and drew his sword.

"Grapplers! Reel them in!" he ordered as men with grapple hooks latched their hooks to the Spanish frigate and began pulling it to them. Once it touched their ship, his men began leaping onto it's deck. Mary Read's ship pulled up next to the frigate and repeated what they did and boarded the Spanish frigate.

The captain of the frigate leaped onto the Spanish ship and was already slashing left and right, cutting several Spaniards down. Mary read jumped on board and began making her way towards the hooded man.

When she had finally killed enough Spaniards in her way, she waltzed up to him, sword still raised in a defensive way about the Spanish marines fighting their sailors.

"What are ya doing here Marshall? This is my contract! If he had seen your ship comin', he woulda' fled!" she didn't speak angrily, but a bit confused.

"Seemed like you needed help, considering you were about to be flanked!" he chuckled, his mustache and short beard peeping from under his hood, revealing a playful smirk.

"Well, ye aren't wrong." she huffed as she drew her pistol and shot a marine dead.

"I'll clear a path to him, you get through and intercept em'!" he ordered. Marshall charged into the thick of them, he drew his side flintlocks, and floored two of them at his sides. Then he put them back, drew his other two flintlocks and floored two more marines.

He drew his sword in his right hand, and his tomahawk in the other; he blocked a marine's strike with the tomahawk, and thrust his sword into the man's gut.

As he fought the Spanish marines, Mary sped past all of them and made her way to the captain, who was unprepared for her.

When she leaped onto the upper deck, she shot his guard and drew her sword. He wore a normal Officer's attire, bar the ring he wore; a Templar's ring. The two of them clashed swords, she growled as they drew back and began repeatedly clashing swords.

He swung sideways, she ducked under his attack and frontal kicked him; he staggered back from the kick before she used her free hand to punch him directly in the jaw. He groaned as his jaw was just another punch away from being dislocated.

When he regained his focus, he saw her readying another attack, but this time he was prepared for her. She thrust her sword, but he blocked her attack and used the back of his hand to slap her. She staggered back as he laughed.

But he was shocked when a strong hand grabbed his shoulder and pushed him, almost causing the Templar to fall over. He looked up to see the man wearing the robes standing before him.

"Pick on someone your own size." the man spoke quietly, his voice deep and raspy voice only fitted the uneasy feeling of the assassin's black robes.

He readied his sword, the long, wide saber shining from the bright sun. The two struck at each other, their blades clashing together as they began trying to overpower each other.

The two pulled back once before clashing blades together yet again, the loud crashing sound of metal on metal as they were locked in their duel. The Templar began swinging with more force and less precision, where as Marshall stayed on the defensive, blocking strike after strike.

But when the Templar attempted to slash downwards, Marshall blocked, dropped his foot on the other man's sword, disarming him, and punched him directly in the face with the handle of his sword.

The Templar fell to the ground from the hit; Marshall pinned him down and sheathed his sword. He picked the man up and held him against the helm, while his other hand held one of his hidden blades to the Templar's chest.

"You've got three minutes to start running your mouth. Now tell me, Templar, who's your master? Didn't you people get the memo that your place in the Caribbean is gone?" he spoke dead seriously, the Templar smirked.

"You Assassins are funny people. You think we'd abandon such a valuable asset, the sugarcane of the Caribbean? No...even his majesty of Britain would pay us for the sugarcane we possess. It's only a matter of time before we force your kind out of hiding...and then...we will show you the punishment for those who stand in our way." he laughed, Marshall's eyes widened a bit, even more so when a gun was fired.

The Templar's eyes widened as he fell silent, his eyes became lifeless voids. Marshall laid him on the ground and closed his eyes, looking back to Mary Read, who's flintlock was still emitting smoke.

He was enraged, he didn't intend to kill the man, Templar or not.

"Why did you do that?" he asked as calmly as he could, she shrugged.

"There was more he could tell us. I planned to take him prisoner." she just noticeably rolled her eyes. He sighed, knowing it was a fools attempt to change her opinion of certain matter.

"Take the Bloodtalon to Great Inagua, I'll meet you there so we can discuss what he spoke of." he turned and gestured for his sailors to follow behind him.

When the both of them were aboard their ships, Mary looked to him and gestured for him to listen up.

"You thought of a name for yer' ship yet?!" she called over to him.

"Yes actually! I've decided to name this frigate, The Seawolf! A fast but dangerous hunter!" she smirked, the name suited his ship.

"Remember, Great Inagua! Nonnegotiable!" he called back, reminding her of his anger.

(Hours later, Great Inagua)

The small town of scallywags, ruffians, and miscreants always felt like a home to Mary Read. Edward Kenway himself had invested much of his funds to make this place a liveable place for pirates, bar Tortuga, Nassau and the other Pirate settlements.

She knew Marshall awaited her in the manor. She sighed, feeling that his nobility would get him killed among pirates; but no one dared to challenge him.

Ah Tabai was impressed by how quickly he had mastered the skill of the eagle's vision and sense; along with his fighting skills. Marshall had a naval officer's training to go along with his new assassin skills. The man even followed their ways easily.

When she reached the manor, she could already tell that someone else was present. She opened the door and slid through the door, none of the lanterns in the house were lit, leaving the manor illuminated by the evening sun.

When she reached the main living area, she could make out the shape of the familiar map and desk. The drapes were closed, blocking light from the room except the light hue from the sunlight.

Her eyes widened as she felt she wasn't alone.

She span around quickly, but too slowly to stop the strong hand from reaching out and tightly gripping her neck. She was slightly lifted from her leather clad heels and carried, until her back was pressed against the wall of the room.

She recognized the plated shoulders and the red accents of Marshall's assassin robes.

"Marshal-gahh!-get...get your hands off me!" she growled, squirming to escape.

"Why'd you kill him, Mary?! You know me well enough to know I was going to let him live! But you still killed him!" his grip loosened a bit so she could audibly speak.

"If...if you knew about everything the Templars have done...you'd do the same as I." she growled, only angering him a bit more.

"You know me better than that! I always give our enemies a chance to live. To Face the consequences of their actions." she almost laughed.

"Marshall...you don't know the Templars well enough…they won't show you the same amount of mercy as you give them. If you give them the chance...they WILL. KILL. YOU." she growled. He knew there was wisdom from her words.

He suddenly released her, moving to the window and pulling the blinds back to let light flow into the room. They could both now see each other clearly.

He didn't know why he felt so bad for what he did. He knew he felt drawn to her...not just because she was a woman...well...that definitely contributed to it. It was also the fact that she was the most free thinking, open minded, independent, capable, intelligent, and hardy woman he had ever had the privilege of knowing.

What also added to it was that, despite the fact she used to dress and pretend to be a man, didn't change the fact that she was drop dead gorgeous. Her raven black hair, her full lips, her dark brown eyes adding to the fullness of her eyes.

She leaped on him while he was enthralled by her and his thoughts. She pinned him to the ground, a blade to his skull.

"If ye were any other man, I'd unman you right now! But..." she smiled lightly.

"I like ya' too much. That damn noble attitude, the fact that you tower over others, and that ye' don't take no-one's horse shit. Plus, unlike Edward being too pretty as a man, you're just plain good lookin'." she complimented him, surprising the daylight out of him.

"Plus...you impressed me, catching me by surprise..." she sighed, only realizing how they were positioned.

He could barely keep himself contained, with this incredible woman so close to him.

He snapped.

He suddenly rose up from the floor they laid on and with impressive strength and speed, he carried her and pushed her against the table his map laid upon. He growled as he threw his map off and pressed her against the table.

He did something next neither of them had expected.

He leaned in and pressed his lips roughly against hers. Both their eyes exploded in utter shock, he sensation of the link between their lips exploding in their minds like fireworks.

Both their eyes closed as they relaxed into the kiss. It became more heated but no less rough, especially when Mary reached up and grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closed.

If there was one thing that wouldn't happen to her...it's that she would NOT...be outmatched in any way. Her free hand smoothly undid the belt holding his robes to his body. The assassin's clothes fell to the ground. Without thinking, he threw off his blades and dropped his holster.

All he had on now was a simple shirt and pants along with his boots, before throwing them off. He reached down and quickly undid her jacket and straps and pulled them off her.

He removed her equipment until all she was only in her shirt and pants.

Their bodies pressed roughly against each other. He lifted her up and carried her over to his desk and threw everything covering it off, laying her on top before they roughly kissed again.

When they separated to breathe, their cheeks were a bright crimson and they were both breathing heavily.

"We really goin' through with this?" she smirked.

"I suppose so." he returned the smirk.

"I don't mind...but tell another living human being and I really WILL unman you." she was dead serious, but he didn't falter.

"Never crossed my mind." he smirked as they both pressed back together for another heated kiss, their lips pressed aggressively against each other.

A new star-crossed couple found it's way in the Caribbean tonight.

So guys...yes this was a HUGE leap, but there really wasn't much to put in between chapter 1 and 2, it would have been really slow and dragged onward. I would have been miserable doing it. That's the thing about making FanFic, if the Author doesn't have fun making it, it's not worth it. So I hope you guys enjoyed and I'll see you all when I make chapter 3.