[ It'll never cease to amaze Mary how set he is on that fortune - thinking it's somehow the key to all his problems. ] You don't need riches to hold a woman's love, Kenway.

[ It seems an elementary thing, but she wonders if he's actually aware of it sometimes.

Sighing, Mary rises up, picking up the bottle of rum nearby and taking a good hardy few swigs of it. She never was very ladylike when it came to drinking. Plopping it down in front of Edward, she walks to his side, leaning a hip against the table and lays a hand on his shoulder. ]

I don't think you're a bastard. Only a bit dense. [ A short squeeze there, and she moves away, towards the room the tavern rents out. ] Come on. Got somethin' to show you.