HEY GUYS!

This going to be apart of a two-part series, but I will let you in on something. All my OCs will be connected in some way, or form. You will hear mention of Catherine, but won't actually see her. I have a whole idea for Catherine.

I love Haytham to death, so I am writing a fic where he has a love interest, and maybe Connor might end up with a brother, or a sister. Who knows? Maybe Haytham and Shay will end up together? Lol

There will be some Spanish in here, but Mostly it will be them talking to themselves, but its nothing important to the story.

-C

Haytham Kenway felt uncomfortable in the Cuban heat, he wondered how anyone could live here? He thought back to his father and his exploits in the Caribbean all those years ago. He wondered how Edward Kenway could stand it. The Grandmaster walked alongside Shay Cormac in the streets of Havana.

A few months ago, he received a letter from the grandmaster of the West Indies rite. Lord Alejandro Torres sent word that he was having problems with the assassins. They had grown in the last few years, while the colonial brotherhood fell. After their hard work to contain them in the colonies would be an eventual problem again. After sending Achilles in Exile in his own homestead, Haytham was confident that the Assassins were dealt with. His concern was with the Assassins growing from the outside and working plant themselves back into the colonies. They were like roaches that wouldn't seem to die.

"Remind me, why did you need to bring me?" Shay was soured with the fact, he was torn from his early visit with his family. Especially from his precious infant daughter.

"Apparently, he is impressed with your work with stamping out the Assassins,"

"I am sure he could figure it out himself."

"I know, it is annoying, but we don't have very strong ties with Torres."

The two high ranking Templar knights arrived at the front of the grand looking manner, the governor's house. The Torres had held the governing status of Cuba since the beginning of the century when Laureano de Torres came into power at the people's voice. Alejandro was the Grandmaster of the West Indies rite as well. From his understanding, the Torres had placed the governing powers with the Templar knight powers across the land.

The only man who ever stood up to this family, his father, Edward Kenway. Haytham hoped that no one would mention his father to him, but hopeful Governor Torres would understand he wasn't his father's son.

Two Spanish soldiers were waiting outside the gate, "Quién se presenta en la casa del Gobernador Torres?"

Shay scrunched his face at the words clearly not understanding the Spanish language, but Haytham clearly could hear the man. Haytham reached into his pocket to show a letter of approval that he was being expected by the Governor. One of the guards nod and open the gate for the men to be let through.

The two Templars were escorted to a man who was looking irritated but straightens up soon as he saw the two men. "Master Kenway, and Master Cormac?" He held out his hand, "I am Cortez Torres, my father is patiently been waiting for your arrival."

"A pleasure to meet you,"

Cortez nodded, " I apologize for not sending an escort out to the docks, but its risky with the Asesinos lurking about."

"Fairly understandable,"

Haytham got a moment to look at the man, he was average height with the sun-kissed skin. He was in his late 20s early 30s. Facial hair circled his lip and chin giving him a dignified look, his dark brown hair was slick back into a long elegant ponytail that touched his collar. He was dressed in fine clothes with freshly shined boots, obviously the best that money could followed the man up the path, the manor was enclosed by a giant wall that circles the property. The manors grounds were kept fairly nicely, and the building itself was obviously Spanish design. Cortez led the two men to a patio that overlooked the grounds, practice dummies were set up. There stood Alejandro de Torres himself, Unaware of the place where Haytham stood his father had once stood many years ago.

"Master. Haytham Kenway, and Master Shay Cormac, welcome. I hope the journey was fare to you."

"Aye it was," Shay spoke, "Not a sight of pirates, "

"Or Assassins I hope," Cortez sneered in disgust.

Alejandro cleared his throat, "Son, let's not discuss all matters. They must be exhausted after their journey."

"Thank you kindly," Haytham spoke

"My servants will show you to quarters, I ask that you be kind enough to join us tonight after you rested for a small party tonight. You came just in time, my daughter's 23 birthday is tonight. You can meet the rest of my family tonight," Alejandro clapped his hand as two servants came out into the courtyard.

"My servants can show you to your quarters for your stay. "

Haytham like the idea of getting fresh up, a month after sea doesn't do anyone favors.

He followed the young maid into the governor's manor and down an open-air hallway. He had to admire to beautiful Spanish architecture. Vines grew around the columns of the breezeway, and he could see a rose garden with a simple water fountain. The maid kept quiet until she came to a double door that was a panel glass with currants. He imagined that during the summer was unbearable in the Havana heat.

"You need anything please don't hesitate to call me, or any of the servants." She opens the glass door for him to allow him to enter to inspect his room. The young maid followed in after him to open the curtains in front of the window. The young woman turned around with a pleasant smile on her face until she diverted her line of sight past from the nobleman. She looked in horror and screamed covering her face, a blood cruel shriek ripped through the room. The grandmaster of the knight Templar order drew his sword to face the horror. A long brown snake with black splotches along its skin was slithering along the top of a writing desk to the top of a wardrobe like it was climbing a tree.

Haytham would consider it a monster by the vast size of the snake. It disturbs him to the very core to see such a huge snake. He heard footsteps running coming to the hall and turned around expecting to see a guard, but in fact, it was a young woman dressed in a silk gown. She was obviously of noble birth by the sight of her jewelry and hair. The girl was obviously Alexandro's daughter, she shared his tan skin and lush brown hair. Her eyes were an emerald green, a trait that was more than likely from her mother.

The young woman showed no trace of fear as she walked over to the snake, and whispered to it in Spanish that he couldn't make it out. She picked up the snake wrapping its length around the back of her snake and held its head. "Cómo escapaste de tu jaula, mi hermosa mascota?"

Haytham's eyes widen at the caught of her words, did she say the word pet?

"Lady Torres?" the young servant caught her breath.

She gave an apologetic smile, "I am sorry Gilly, I didn't mean to terrify you." The young woman looked towards Haytham, "And to you sir, I didn't mean to give you a fright. Fidel likes to escape his cage."

"Never my lady," He cleared his throat as put his sword back into its sheath.

"It's Maria," She smiled, "I don't like being referred to as Lady, but don't let my mother catch you."

Haytham didn't know why, but he found the woman almost charming. With her pet snake coiled around her arm and waist as it seemed to nuzzle its owner. He was unsure if it was thinking about eating her, or not. "Haytham Kenway,"

"Oh, you're my father's personal guest for the next while, I was thinking I wasn't going to meet you until my garden party tonight." Her voice was lined with a thick Spaniard accent. "Don't tell my father about Fidel escaping, or he might make me get rid of all my darling pets."

There was more than just the monster snake?

"You have my word," He gave her a warm smile.

She nodded before she left. He watched her leave the room with such grace with such a creature.