PROLOUGE
Have I gotten a different life I would not know if id be happy or sad. Even through all my suffering there was happiness in my love for my wife and daughter but sadness for who I became how I lost my brother, my mother …and my step father although he was a templar , although my mother was an assassin they loved each other. My my step father accepted me as the demigod son of Pluto for he new well of the gods. Yet my childhood was filled with misery born with a unique ability among sons of Pluto the people around me feared me and hated me calling me the devils child. Even though my father was the god of death he was not the devil for he came to my fifth birthday , my tenth and my sixteenth and filled me with joy. Although he never revealed why I was born with red irises in my eyes he said that it would help and it did on more occasions I can remember. I am lost here in these islands with, lost in a way that doesn't mean location for I know what port am I how to leave where to go.
But im lost in person for my goal was to become an assassin like my mother, my uncle and my ancestor. Yet I stand at the deck of a ship holding the helm of the ship called la aguila, the eagle in Spanish. For when we crossed the Mediterranean we ran into lands trapped in a different time were I learned to board a brig single handedly kill the crew and plunder it for all its riches for it was in this land , this land …..
Were I almost lost the love of my wife ,my daughter , my friends. I became famous here for governors cursed my name when I siege their fort. Plantations tried to have me killed when I freed their slaves and took everything from its ware houses to the life of its owners. I wear this black hood I have my black flag hung at the top of my biggest mast for all ships to see so they know Marco Auditore the son of Pluto , the pirate assassin of la islas perdidas will not have mercy offer no quarter for in these isles a man born in 1933 in san Francisco ,trained in the underworld and camp Jupiter has risen to infamy as a violent pirate captain rich from his plunders yet poor in love from the people he loved and left. I raise my styngian iron sword and the sword of altair with two flintlock strapped to my chest and two in my holsters at my waist to any man who dare defy me in these seas I will board any ship with treasure from schooners to man-o-wars without fear I will carve my name here in steal and blood yet from all my riches I am alone.
