APRIL 1778...

several weeks after the death of Nicolas Biddle. After the excitement Connor decided to sail back to the homestead to repair the Aquila,and make sure the homesteaders and the assassin's were still doing well. after a long day of updating his files on Templars in the colonies he decided to spend the rest of the evening hunting in the northern part of the homestead. he was leaning comfortably in a large tree branch waiting for a deer to pass by. suddenly he heard a approaching horse, while Templars knew to steer clear of these lands for their own health the land was still populated by poachers, bandits and highwaymen.

Connor pulled out a rope dart to be ready but much to his relief it was only a lone patriot militiaman. it was obvious he was looking for something but his presence was still not known. Connor cleared his throat and caught his attention. the man was startled at first but quickly regained his wits.

"Captain Kenway?" he asked

Connor jumped out of the tree and landed before him a nimble as a wildcat and rose up to his full height

"Yes?

the soldier reached into his saddlebags and presented him with a letter with a wax seal.

Captain Kenway,

it has come to our attention that we have an opportunity to make a new ally, while the nation itself is nothing grand the fact is we need all the allies we need for this war. the situation is a neutral Norwegian country is crowning a new monarch. she is young and impressionable and is too good an opportunity to pass up. but to get there one must be able to get through the hornets nest of British war ships. you are our most capable privateer and because there is likely to be British ambassadors and representatives we need someone with a sharp mind and can accomplish near impossible feats. something you are well known for Putnam tells me. please sail to Boston harbor so we can speak further.

General Washington

Connor folded the letter and put it in his coat and thanked the courier before he rode off. Connor was in deep thought about the situation as he walked to where the Aquila was docked.

"Mr. Faulkner! go to the in and get the men back here, we have a urgent mission. and tell the old man i will be gone for a few months." the loyal first mate nodded his head and jogged off. Connor meanwhile ordered the men present to store the cargo and food for the short trip to Boston, there they could resupply for the long journey ahead.

A FEW DAYS LATER...

the Aquila glided to a halt in one of the northern docks of Boston, Connor wasn't to sure where to dock until a gunboat with patriot colors escorted to a small dock with no ships, but there seemed to be a several companies of patriots patrolling the area. when the plank was lowered Connor was greeted by Washington an Sam Adams

"Commander, Adams" Connor greeted kindly.

"Good day Connor, when i heard Washington was leaving Valley forage to meet with you here i wanted to see how i could help"

Washington grinned but said "While we appreciate the offer i think young master Connor can handle himself on this errand"

Sam nodded politely and gestured him to continue.

"What news?" Connor asked

"As my letter said a new monarch is to be crowned in a few weeks time, Princess Elsa of Arendelle will be crowned queen."

Connor nodded "What would you have me do?"

the general sighed and folded his hands behind his back. "We need all the allies we can get to win this war, and we don't know what Arendelle would ever want from us, seeing how it is a very stable nation, i would like you to go there, find out if there is anything they want that we can give within reason and form an alliance. if you cannot i understand, but with what resources we have spread thin you Connor are our best hope."

Connor nodded "I will do what i can."

Washington nodded his approval but something occurred to him last second "Oh and Connor, try not to intimidate them to much"

the 6' 2" 220lbs of armed to the teeth bear wrestling native american blinked twice completely oblivious before asking "what do you mean?"

"oh just be sure to wear your best captains uniform, don't bring any weapons, except maybe your sword, if you have s sheath for it that would even be..."

Faulkner interrupted "Don't worry about it sir i'll be sure he will be presentable for the ladies of the court."

Washington gave Faulkner a silent thanks before setting off.

SEVERAL WEEKS LATER...

after the general had left the crew spent the rest of the day and night in Boston making sure the Aquila was ready for the journey. while they did have some showers during their voyage the trip was mostly uneventful, which Faulkner thanked to no end that they had yet to see a sail since they left Boston. While Connor did love sailing he wasn't at the helm all the time, most afternoons he would spend in his cabin reading the crusty journals of long dead assassin's or training. after many days at sea the ship full of unspent testosterone became apparent so Connor asked some of the men off duty to spar with him.

While Faulkner was at the wheel he watched as most of the crew gathered on deck making a ring as the fighters stepped forward and taunts and bets took place, Faulkner felt a tad sorry for the sailors even when three of them surrounded Connor at all sides. whatever Connor took he returned tenfold, for a man of his size he was surprisingly fast but managed to retain his raw brute strength to deliver devastating blows. after ten minutes a good number of men were nursing new bruises and returned to their work. Connor went back to his cabin to wash of the sweat and grime and changed into his captain's uniform. he returned on deck and took the wheel from Faulkner as a new land sprouted up from the sea. Arendelle