“At last,” Bode cried. “The Fountain of Youth!”
Captain Kenway nodded at his first mate, letting him step forward. They'd sailed for decades before hearing whispers of Bimini, and the fountain's location.
“Aye,” Kenway said, drawing his flintlock pistol, aiming at the back of Bode's head. “Everlasting life. A secret I won't share with anyone.”
The blast echoed through the caves.
Stooping, Kenway cupped his hands and drank from the Fountain of Youth.
The lined, tanned skin on his hands melted as his blood burned, turning Kenway's bones to ash.
Dust swirled in the air where the Captain once stood.
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