24 Welcome Aboard
"Any luck?" Thomas asked as Kenway and Mary approached him and Jemima, standing beside a bar.
Kenway shook his head, leaning on the bar, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Roberts got away."
"So is that his name?" Jemima asked. She was back to her male façade, long jacket and a hat hiding her new outfit and long hair.
"Aye. And Thomas, is that mine?" Kenway pointed to Thomas's outfit, the mock Ezio robes.
"I'm only borrowing it."
"Ah, don't worry, lad. Keep it." Kenway waved it off. "But anyways, I could really use a drink right now."
Kenway ordered as Mary stepped over to Jemima.
"I see you've beat me to the whole 'revealing your identity' thing." Jemima remarked, noting Mary's change of appearance.
"The occasion called for it. What about you, did the clothes fit?"
"They're underneath my jacket." She hissed.
"Why don't you show them all now?"
"Well, when you're ready."
The chatter continued, mixing in with the music performed by a small group by the side. As they changed the song to one with a livelier beat, Thomas found a smile playing on a his face as he turned around to Jemima.
"Hey, lass. Let your hair down. Let's have a dance."
At his invitation, she grinned. She shrugged off her coat, revealing her shirt and corset and took off her hat, shaking her hair loose.
"M'lady." Thomas bowed and offered a hand.
"M'lord." Jemima bowed back and took it.
As they danced, skipped and stomped to the music, they laughed all the way through. Mary watched, clapping her hands to the beat. As Kenway turned, he nearly dropped his drink.
"Mary, make that three men I've lost today."
"Are you keeping score?" She raised an eyebrow.
"I might have to start." He said, taking a swig as he watched the pirate, formerly known as Jack Thatch, dance with Thomas around the tavern.
"Alright, lads!" Kenway's voice resonated around the ship as he called the crew to attention. "I have someone I'd like you to meet."
The crew gathered around their captain, Thomas standing behind him. All eyes were on the captain's quarters, and as the doors opened, the crew exchanged a look of surprise, bewilderment and shock.
"It's a woman!" One exclaimed.
"Nice observation skills, mate." Jemima said, stepping forward. "Aye, I'm a woman."
"It's terrible luck to have a woman aboard a ship, Captain." Another told Kenway.
"Actually, she's been aboard for a while now."
"No, no, nothing like that. I'd like to introduce you to Jemima Thatch, previously known as Jack Thatch." Kenway grinned, as Jemima bowed to the crew.
"Jack Thatch? You're having a laugh, Kenway!" Jeers began to be called among the crew.
"This is just a joke, Kenway's got us something to warm our beds!" One cackled. "You got any more in there?"
Jemima snatched her pistol from her coat and thundered towards that one man, holding up the pistol to his forehead.
"Say that again." She growled. "I dare you."
Thomas stepped forward.
"Are there any of you who doubt she is Thatch's daughter?"
"Any who doubt she could blast your head in at a moment's notice?"
All remained silent.
"I thought as much."
Jemima stepped back and put her pistol away, glaring darkly at that one sailor who shook in his boots.
"Lads, I expect you will treat her like anyone else aboard this ship." Kenway said. "And if you don't..."
Jemima spun, holding her pistol to the air and firing. With a thud, an unfortunate seagull landed in front of her. Slowly, with a deadly smile, she lowered it. The crew turned to each other before reaching an agreement.
"Well, welcome aboard the Jackdaw, Miss Thatch."