Chapter II: A long talk to the Grand Master of Templars
I awaken, the dorm room, oh thank god, I was just having quite the most realistic dream I've ever had. I sit up and look around, this trash pile has become my home, and I've realised I have no intention of leaving it. The unwashed clothing that lays the floor, the cans of cheap booze that rolls atop the table, and the used condom on the ceiling fan no one in their right mind will touch. It is all sad, horrid aspects of my home sweet, trashy, dirty, home! May I never leave this place again!
Actually, I'm quite tired, it's 7 so I can sleep another 30 minutes. I lay back into my bed and close my eyes.
I wake up, wooden ceiling, uncomfortable bed, rags that lay upon my body. Shit, HOW CAN REALITY BE THE DREAM! Anyways, I had already back to this place that was so familiar and so odd from a different perspective. Luckily enough Haytham had let me slumber in his bed as he said he would be quite busy tonight and would only wake me up if he was extremely tired, what a kind gentleman.
I placed my palm down on the thing I hesitate to call a mattress and erect myself to sit up right. I survey the room, I see Haytham hunched over his table concentrating over some obstructed object as he wrote his findings in his journal. Being a young man in college, trying to read Forsaken without being called a geek or nerd and having my face get a beat down was impossible, so I had never read his journal. I assumed trying to read his journal now would also be quite hard seeing as now I'd have to get it from the Grand Master of Templars, wait, oh shit! Now I remember, his a Templar, he wants me enslaved. Perhaps I'm being a little too harsh, maybe I could become a Templar, actually, then I'd get stabbed by an Assassin for being a piss poor Templar. Sigh, if only there was a place in this new world I could allocated myself to without becoming a slave, injured or over all, dead.
Haytham turns to me and his eyes wonder across the room to see if there is a reason I've awoken. After eyeing the room he slightly turns his torso to become more comfortable facing me.
"I see you've awaken" He states.
"Ugh, yeah" I reply.
"Did I awaken you with my studying?" He asks, apologetically.
"Oh, no. I can sleep through people getting drunk and partying everywhere, just a bad dream, that's all" I explain to him.
"You can sleep through the acts of other people drinking and dancing? I guess you were born for the sea then" Haytham jokes.
I let out a small giggle and the corner of my lip rises "Though, the seas are beginning to die down in these new times" I ponder.
"Yes, the seas aren't as quite the same from the days my father rode them" Haytham reminisces.
"So your father was a sailor? Interesting" I say, being intrigued by his statement.
I shuffle around my legs to get in a more comfortable position, sitting on the side of the bed.
"Ah yes, he was quite the infamous one in fact. He was Edward Kenway, one of the fiercest pirates ever known to this world, but we have had our fair share of disagreements. Things I'd rather not go into" Haytham tells me.
"Edward Kenway, oh yeah, I heard of him. He rode the Jack Daw, correct?" I ask, trying to remember from the E3 previews and such.
"Yes, I once stepped upon those timbres and were able to be carried by the winds filling those sails" Haytham explains.
"You're childhood must've been an amazing" I state, remembering what I can from skimming the Wiki.
"Oh, I've been meaning to ask you something, about an object I found lying with you" Haytham begins.
Please be my phone, please be my phone, please be my phone. Some Angry birds would be the shit right now!
Haytham shuffles back the chair to reveal my Pepsi can. I get up off the bed and remember carefully about when I grabbed this from the mini-fridge.
"Could you explain to me where you have received this?" Haytham asks.
I slowly approach it and grab my arms, trying to think of a story to where I could've gotten this.
"Boy?" Haytham questions, trying to regain my attention.
"Oh!" I exclaim, remembering Haytham's question. "My Captain gave it to me, he was showing us all these wonderful drinks he had received from China" I lie to Haytham, thinking he'd take it.
Haytham stares directly into my eyes, his on to me. "Care to explain what's in it?" He wonders.
"All I really remember is that it's a flavoured, cold liquid mixed with Carbon Dioxide, you should try some!" I explain to Haytham.
"Usually I'd deny such foreign elements, but this trip isn't exactly keen on filling up its guests" Haytham says.
I break the can open and the bubbles rise to the top and escape the can and I hand him the drink. He views it and then takes a wiff.
"It doesn't really smell of anything" Haytham states.
He then places his lip around the rim of the can and takes a sips that lasts at least a second. He extends his arm out and his upper lip curls over whilst his face scrunches.
"It's certainly-electrifying, to say the least" Haytham states as he grinds his teeth.
"Well, I like it, it will certainly keep you awake until it wears off that is. Then you'll feel quite tired and then that'll wear off and you'll feel normal" I explain to him.
"The effects of sugar I assume?" Haytham asks.
"Exactly" I answer him. I then peer down to my can and take a long gulp of it, it's been a day since I've touched the addicting substance.
"Well, I think I've spent quite the time writing, I think I'll be off to bed. How are you feeling?" Haytham asks.
"Rather fine, I'll just finish this and I'll take a nap on some barrels or something" I answer.
"Very well, good night-"Haytham tries to say, before realising his unaware of my name
"Derrick, my name is Derrick Myers" I explain to him, extending my arm.
"Haytham, you're already aware of the Kenway part" he replies, extending his hand and giving me a handshake.
Haytham then, without thinking I noticed, slips the amulet into the page and closes his journal. Getting up and turning it to his bed. I'd read it when his asleep, but I'm afraid Haytham Kenway never sleeps and is just tricking me.
Haytham off to bed I just wonder the ship, this vessel still manages to impress me.