[Mock-Fiction] V - Fures Misericordiam

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Aye. Tis me again.

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33. 31 – The Return of the Scourge

“Ah,” said Mr Wraggs, frowning, “a fool indeed.”


“Oh, what fresh Hell is this!” Mariqah slapped her face, shaking her head at Mr Wraggs and acknowledging the presence of Edward Kenway and the other pirates from the Old Avery. She crossed her arms and nodded at Edward, “Don’t you tire of tailin’ me, man?”

“Do not take this lightly, Ms Rogue,” said Mr Wraggs, “You’ve caused a change in history! These pirates – and blessed you are for having me leave their over-numbered crews back at your ports, on their ships – have remembered you! What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Oh, pipe down, Mr Wraggs! It’s a common problem amid time-travellers!”
“Yes. But it does not go unpunished, Ms Rogue. Thanks to you, there’s a flaw in historical course that needs fixing! Another version of you has emerged in the 18th century – with harmful results! You’ll attend a hearing imme–”


Mariqah strode up to him, her face level with his, “Put a cork in your blow-pipe, man, or I’ll fill it with shot!” she barked, “You’ll not be seein’ me at any hearing, Mr Wraggs. I did not travel of my own will. One of your bleedin’ genius novices played a game and had me go. The consequences fall on him. Not me.”
“I am sorry, but–”

“Don’t you play me for a fool!” she cut in, “I’m no Timelord, aye! But that don’t mean I’m clueless on what you mystics are about! You’ve set my business in the present back by a month and potentially damaged my mental well-being. For that I’ll have my pound of flesh, mate – I owe you nothin’,” she looked him in the eye and hissed, “You may be sittin’ pretty on your precious island, Nassau, now – but remember who handed it to you. Nassau was easy to take then – don’t think it’s any harder now.”


“A threat, Ms Rogue?”

“Aye. And what’ll you do about it? The Brotherhood owes me everything they have – and all they’ve given me is curses! Their land was built by soldiers, mercenaries – my mercenaries. Yet all their heads hold me in contempt!” she turned her back on him, “Go back to your island, Mr Wraggs, and stay out of my sight. As for the rest of you,” she turned back and looked at Edward, “You’re welcome for as long as this… nancy needs you to be around.”

“I’ll not leave until you’ve at least written a formal apology!”


“What exactly did I change, Mr Wraggs, eh?” she turned to her mercenaries and gestured for them to leave. She sat down on her desk, “How did I make a mess of history?”

“There’s been the emergence of a character named Marie de Saint-Omer,” Mr Wraggs raised a brow, “Sound familiar?”

“Oh, wonderful!” she scoffed, looking at Edward, “See what you did? From Mariqah, to Mari, to Marie – urgh!”

“Are you in any circumstance to jest in your predicament?”

“Well, considerin’ that you are my predicament – then, aye. You’re a thing to be laughed at, Mr Wraggs.”
“And this is why I can never get a promotion.”
“It’s why your mother is the only woman who’ll ever love ye,” she replied, “So. What did this… version of me do, eh?”

Mr Wraggs turned his face and huffed.

“Well? Are ye to tell me or no?”

“I’d rather not say,” he huffed.

“And I’d rather not cut your lips off and feed ‘em to ye.”


“You… you prevented the British from taking back Nassau from the piratical republic that it was.”
Mariqah raised her brows in surprise, “So…” she hooted and touched her forehead, “so, not only did I change history – I actually made it better?”

“It makes sense,” said Ahlaam, “If pirates refused pardon, the British would have besieged the island – and you, Rogue, having experience in siege warfare – would have had supplies gathered and the navy defeated.”

“I fail to to see what ye’re charging me with then,” said Mariqah.

“For changing it!” Wraggs insisted.

“Oh, aye. But for the better,” said Mariqah, “That way you Timelords could’ve had that island without my taking it from British control in, all things considered, recent times again.”
“Changing is changing,” said Mr Wraggs dismissively, “And you’ll–”


“Mr Wraggs, I know you’ve a few centuries more to live. However, I don’t – and I’ll thank God for that, since people like you still exist. But it means you’re wastin’ my time.”

“Ms Rogue, I demand that you–”

“I have wars to fight, man!” she barked, “I’ll’ve none of your judicial nonsense! If you wanna fix time, be my guest – I ain’t stoppin’ ye! It’s your job, after all! But the current world is in crisis, and I’ll not have Richard and Britney fondlin’ each other, and arrestin’ and slaughterin’ innocents any longer! Now,” she straightened, “you either help me in my affairs or you leave, Mr Wraggs.”

“Ms Rogue,” he sighed, “If you would let me finish! I have orders to obey and–”

“Don’t fight wi’ me, Wraggs. People who fight with me die, or run. If I were you – I’d start runnin’!”


With an indignant snort, Mr Wraggs disappeared – leaving Mariqah to deal with the Caribbean pirates he’d brought with him.

“Ahlaam – do me a favour, will ye?” she said, “Find Khadir and tell him to set up about… ten guest rooms – each having a window and a desk. And to run some hot baths. Then tell him to come see me for explanations,” Ahlaam nodded and left the room, “Thank you.”

“Now,” said Mariqah, sitting back on her desk and crossing her legs, and turned to Edward and the others, “what tale have you to tell me? How is it that I remained in your memories after my departure? Edward?”

Edward smirked, “You know that meal you made for us all?”

“Gave us all diarrhoea.”
“Hardly a worry, with syphilis and such being rife in your time.”

“Aye – but it seemed we couldn’t quite forget the meal you made. Which led us to remembering you and then… you reappeared.”

“Only,” said Thatch, “It weren’t quite you.”

“You didn’t speak vaguely, like you did when you came before,” said Kidd, “you spoke openly. About the future and about the King’s Pardon.”
“You cleared a sewage system, with Kidd,” said Rackham, “and had us gather the rats for eating because of the siege.”

“Sent those bastards runnin’, after you had a few of us take some man-o’-wars,” said Vane, smiling.


“Blimey,” muttered Mariqah, “I can see how that could ruffle the Council’s feathers. Maybe I do owe ‘em an apology. No matter,” she said getting up, “It can be dealt with after the siege on Normandy and, inevitably, the siege on Masyaf. Now though – the lot of you ‘ave probably had a right head-sore. Get some rest. There’ll be plenty of work and talk and explainin’ in the mornin’.”

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