AU Headcanon: Mary would visit the Great Iguana in between assassination contracts to see how her and Kenway's island was faring. During her stay, it would never fail that word would travel to Nassau, where Kenway always was, until he'd visit the Great Iguana to see for himself if Mary was truly there. This routine replayed countless times until Mary's untimely death.

AU: Mary stopped crossdressing after Blackbeard's death, when around the same time her own grandmother died, and there was no need to keep crossdressing. Just go with it, guys.

The sunlight poured through the open glass windows, as well as the faint summer breeze of the island. She could practically hear the sway of the sheer linen curtains as it danced along with the breeze, until it travelled along her bare legs and toes, with the thin blanket only covering the upper part of her body. She wasn't even lying atop a mattress anymore. Jaysus knew how they ended up on the floor doing things even pirates like themselves ought to blush at. Her head was atop his stone hard chest, warm as day. She could hear the steady beat of his heart as he breathed steadily in and out, peacefully asleep. She thought she might as well join him in that pleasure, laying her head above her makeshift pillow once again, falling back into slumber.

He was awoken by a noise he heard from outside the mansion. He yawned and looked to the pressure on his chest, only to find nobody else but Mary Read, the queen among pirates, sprawled across his chest. He almost laughed, but he didn't want to disturb her sleep. Jaysus knew what she would do to him if he were to wake her up when she wasn't ready. He tried that once before, the first time she visited, and wasn't keen on trying it again.

The bed to their left was on the verge of breaking, with splinters on the headboards and giant dents in the mattress. A slave to all of Mary's visits, the bed has gone through trials after trials of abuse, hence their placement on the floor this time around. When word reached Nassau of her visit to the island, it only took him to the sunset to rally up his crew and gather the supplies needed for the short trip to the island they owned. With wind on their side and Ade barking orders to the crew with an all knowing smile on his face, they arrived at the Great Iguana soon enough the next sunrise. She thought it would be amusing to hide in the forest as soon as she saw the Jackdaw slide into the docks, having the captain try his best to find her. What a chase it was, and it would have lasted until Davy Jones caught onto both, until Mary felt kindness in her heart to finally reveal her location to him. He demanded it was unfair and she ought to make it up to him personally with that shite eating grin plastered on his Welsh face, but it took two long hours of their games until she finally lead him inside his own mansion, with cheers from his crew echoing from the lake nearby.

Smiling kindly at the memory of the night before, the noise outside still didn't stop, much to Edward's distaste.

"Shut your fucking gob Kenway, or I will do it for you." Mary grumbled and turned her head, still half asleep and half awake. Ignoring her threat, Edward strained his ears, trying to hear what they were trying to say, or at least who it was so he knew who exactly to yell at later for disrupting his peace.

"I thought I heard the Old Man say; 'leave her Edward, leave her'! Tomorrow ye will get your pay, and it's time for us to leave her!" The all familiar voices from his singing crew flooded through his ears, much to his amusement. He knew they were probably outside the door of his mansion right now in the gardens, laughing amongst themselves and making bets on how long it would take before they would set sail again.

"Mary," Edward whispered in her ear trying to wake her, but she didn't move an inch. "Mary." He tried again this time, kicking her leg off his own.

"What did I tell you about-" Before Mary could finish her aggressive words as a morning greeting, Edward only kissed her and pointed out the open windows of the master bedroom.

"They're singing for us." He mused to himself. Before Mary could call Edward stupid, he only insisted again for her to listen.

"Oh, the wind was foul and the sea ran high. Leave her, Edward, leave her! She shipped it green and none went by. And it's time for us to leave her." The lyrics of his crew's version of the old shanty was almost ruined by the laughs of their drunken souls. She could feel her face contort into rage as it seeped into her brain.

She almost stood up as quick as a lightning bolt, pulling the blanket along with her. Edward rolled over on his side, having the blanket rolled out from under him, with his face planted in the wooden floor.

"Jaysus Mary, what the hell was that for?" He cursed under his breath as he rolled back into a comfortable position, cracking his neck and watching her wrap herself with the thin linen.

"Leave her, Edward, leave her! Oh, leave her, Edward, leave her! For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow and it's time for us to leave her." His crew's song didn't even pause as she stomped on the wooden floor, and her hands clamped on the doorknob and threw it backwards, causing the door to practically fall off it's hinges. Edward did have pity in his heart for his crew, with the door now opened, surprisingly revealing some of her own crew. They were in for a merry chat with the lovely reincarnation devil herself. "Oh the wind was foul and the sea ran high. Leave her Edward-"

"Shut your goddamn gobs!" She screamed at all of them, causing all their mouths to drop to their feet, drop whatever bottle of rum was in their hands, and a few coins to clatter on the dirt. Edward was almost choking on his own laughter, watching from behind Mary's body, conveniently wrapped around with their blankets, as their crews were silenced by the pirate queen. "Well what are you all looking at?"

"N-n-nothing…" One pirate was brave enough to speak, be it stuttering, but still speak against the devil herself.

"Nothing, what?" she demanded.

"Nothing, captain." The man was surely ten times her size, a sure brute with muscles imprinted across his body, but even he cowered in the presence of Mary Read.

"That's right." She jutted her chin forward as a show of power over the two crews. "Now if you sail with the Jackdaw, go ready the sails and supplies, you leave at sundown."

With a few breaths let out of relief, a group of men scurried past her and to the docks, carrying out the pirate queen's orders.

"And if you sail on my own ship," The men left cowered under her shadow as she almost grew two sizes. "Ready the sails, we are to leave to Nassau."

As the rest of the men left behind practically ran towards the island's docks, she rolled her eyes and walked back towards Edward, who was now slow clapping in applause of the rowdy performance. "Leaving so soon, captain?"

"Oh wipe that shite from your face, Edward, it's bound to grow an infection." She said as she explored the room for her coats which were thrown in haste only the night before. "I'm leaving for Nassau, there's a job I must complete, and a contact I must see."

"Just stay one more night, for me, Captain Kidd?" He was now behind her, his body restraining her from moving as he whispered in her ear and wrapped his hands around her waist, her blanket slowly but surely slipping off.

She ducked from under his grip and hurriedly dropped the blanket from her and wrapped the coat around her body. Now with her own snarky grin, she winked before leaving his mansion. He was still naked as the day he was born, standing where she stood only moments before. "Sheath that sword of yours, Kenway."