What have I brought upon myself? XD It's 1:40 AM Monday. I will write some comment regarding this tomorow...or today...goodnight :*

Wow, the first chapter was met with a nice response. Thank you for your support :D It is really hard for me to write a nice piece of a story not in my everyday spoken language ^^

I really wanted to post this chapter on Saturday, but I was staving off writing it (-_-') So I ended up writing it for the whole Sunday and even more...I try to write at least 1000- 1500 words, but it seems too short :/

However, yesterday at night, there were gifs and screenshots from AC3 TTOKW episode 3 already...got a glimpse of spoilers :( I will try to stay away from them until I get my hands on my pad :D

Anyway, I wanted to post second chapter before the release of it, so that's yeah, it's done ^^

I will be trying to post new chapters every 1 or 2 weeks. If I will need more time to come up with the story, I will let you know ^^

He actually hoped she was not here. He was glad that no word was mentioned about her neither in the Frontier nor in Boston. It was not that he didn't care, nothing of this kind. He missed Aveline. He thought about her every single day, wondering if she was alright.
However, he knew it would be better if she was far away. She would be safe, wherever she was, but away from this madness.

Yet, he could not wait to see her. From mister Faulkner's story, it seemed that she had an important role in the rebellion. Well, that was for certain. Aveline was not a woman, who would sit down and watch such terrible reality. The ghost of a smile appeared on Ratonhnhaké:ton's lips.
They were reaching their destination.

The ship entered a small cove. At the wharf, there were at least eight docked ships. The trading vessels were being loaded with creates and barrels with gun powder by men. A couple of them stopped what they were doing and looked at the arrival of the Aquila. One man, who had been overseeing men's work, stood up and asked the others to help in mooring the ship.

"Well, well, Look who we've got here!" the man greeted Faulkner with a handshake. He had a luxuriant black beard. "Bobby, how the hell did you get out of Boston?"

Ratonhnhaké:ton, Kanen'tó:kon nad Franklin joined them on the jetty.

"If not the help of these fellas, I would be dilly-dalling in the damned city."

"Ah! New recruits I hope, eh? Name's Rousillon." He nodded at the men. Upon noticing Benjamin, the wide smile disappeared from his face.

"It's alright, he's on our side now." Faulkner assured him.

"We've heard about the massacre at the Boston Neck"

"Aye, Sam Adams didn't make it. They were ambushed and outnumbered."

"Hm…" the man shook his head and let a loud sight. "Anyway, we must get things sorted elsewhere."

The sun was plunging into the sea, as they followed Rousillon through the dirt road,
passing meadows, extensive cotton and tobacco plantation. Women carrying baskets full of harvest were making their way to the warehouses. They were followed by children, who were happy to help adults or were playing catch. Ratonhnhaké:ton noticed that there was a great diversity of people. There were some who recognized him, wearing outfits typical for Kanien'kehaka. Some were speaking with strong Irish accent, or French like Rousillon. He caught a sight of a black skinned woman, who was carrying a baby on her back with a piece of fabric. She looked very familiar…
A couple of boys walked up to Rousillon and asked about the newcomers. He was a humorous and witty person, making up odd and bizarre stories about each of them, causing the youngsters to giggle and laugh.
Little girls were steering clear of them. It seemed that they were a little bit afraid of Ratonhnhaké:ton. Bashfully pointing at him, they were whispering and momentarily lowered their eyes when he smiled at them. Brave boys, who had to run to keep pace, were admiring his wolf skin and bow. One of them asked if he had hunted down the animal himself and boasted that his father had protected him from a cougar once.

The evening was getting chilly, as they reached a settlement. The forested area was cut by pathways, leading to small wooden cottages and huts. Some parts of the forest were cleared, so the fields on the fenced farm were exposed to the Sun. Small sprouting plants, probably vegetables, were giving off shoots. A narrow river was flowing, moving the turbine of watermill.
The children, who had been escorting them all this time, were called out by their mothers to come home. The women who came back from the fields were welcomed by their families and husbands.
The Kanien'kehaka warrior noticed a woman that had he caught a glimpse of earlier. It was Prudence. She was accompanied by her husband Warren, while they were going to their cabin. Little Hunter was laughing and gurgling in father's arms. People seemed to be preparing for a rest after a hard working day. Ratonhnhaké:ton and Kanen'tó:kon were surprised by such a view. Expressions of happiness, that none of them had seen for months. The village looked as if it was just a normal small but thriving community. It reminded of Davenport Homestead in a way. These people did not look very prosperous and rich. They seemed indigent and labouring, but comparing to the sights Ratonhnhaké:ton had seen in the frontier, it was like a small chaste paradise. However, it was not only a matter of the warm season of the year.

Then, an extensive manor appeared before their eyes. It was a three storey building made from red brick. There was a small terrace and a back door. Nearby, there were stables, where some men, who had not finished their work yet, were taking care of horses. Rousillon was leading them to a smaller two storey edifice next to the mansion. In front of it, there was a woman with a short haircut sitting on empty crates. She was sharpening her saber.

"Bonsoir!" shouted Rousillon when she didn't notice him approaching. "Are you planning to kill anyone with this tonight?"

"Shut your mouth. Aveline should be back by now. She..." the woman raised her head, only now noticing four other men. For a moment she looked bemused. "Monsieur Faulkner!" She stood up sheathing her sword. She nodded and smiled at the gray bearded man. "It's good to see you here."

"Same to you Élise. They are standing for our cause, no need to worry my dear." Faulkner assured her. Franklin was fed up with people distrusting him.

"That's good. Welcome then." Élise combed her fair hair with fingers and waved her her hand at the door, showing them the way in.

They entered the building and went to the room of which door was open. The walls were dark red, with golden candelabras on them. There were paintings in decorative frames, one of a green forest with a deer in the centre and second of people, who were having a tea party outside in the garden. There was also a set of shelves from dark wood filled with books and two desks full documents and notes with elegant ink writing. Behind one, there was sitting a man, intently going through a pile of papers. He raised his brows upon such a multitudinous visit.

"Er…Good evening" he said rising from his chair. He was a man of a slim and slender body. Neatly dressed man made an impression of a typical accountant. He looked at Ratonhnhaké:ton straight away. What caught his attention, were his forearms. He significantly but hardly noticeable looked into the Native's eyes.

Rousillon introduced the comers to Gérald. He also reacted with hesitation, when he realized that Benjamin Franklin was with them, but quickly learnt about his allegiance when Ratonhnhaké:ton told about the assistance provided by him back in Boston.

"So Putnam is gone. That is good. He um…he was suspicious of our actions. Recently we have received a letter regarding the gun powder we provide. I believe it was too obvious, that we added some er…extra ingredient into it…" Gérald concluded.

"May I suggest my help with your sabotage? I can try to manipulate some weapons and other supplies." Franklin proposed.

"Excellent idea. Never thought you'd touch a gun huh?" Élise grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"Then it's agreed." Gérald said quickly, to divert attention from the sardonic woman's comment.
"Is Aveline back from er...hunting?"

"Hmm…seems she's going to come back later today…" averted Rousillon, looking out from a window. The sun was already gone, giving place to a silver full moon. "I'm sure she's alright, don't worry. Anyway, Bobby, we must take care of your ship. It can't stay docked in here for long, the Bluecoats will surely notice."

"I think we can have additional vessel for trade and delivery." interjected Gérald "Of course if it's fine with you Monsieur Faulkner?"

"Sure is. Providing we'll be helpful in other way later as well." he answered. The old sailor never had enough of naval battles.

"I am certain you will." he assured politely. "I believe you must be tired. There are empty cabins that were just recently built. I'll show you."

Ratonhnhaké:ton and Kanen'tó:kon were led to a cottage, quite near to the mansion. Mister Faulkner went back to the Aquila, in order to tell his crew about their plans. Franklin's hut was not far away as well. He was to stay close to the weapon storage. After entering the building, Ratonhnhaké:ton lied down on one of the beds. It was not too comfortable, but he was not one to rant. Kanen'tó:kon sat on the only chair that was there.

"I hope we're on a good way Ratonhnhaké:ton." he said.

"That's the only way we can end this my friend"

Kanen'tó:kon soon fell asleep. However, his companion lost in thoughts. He could not rest. He recalled the worried face of Élise, who had been looking out for arrival of her friend.
He stood up, and went for a walk into the night.

The hooting of owls high on the trees was echoing through the forest. Ratonhnhaké:ton followed a road which led to a mansion. The only light that was illuminating him the pathway was a silver full moon. Wolves' howling could be heard far away in the wild. He reached the front of a manor. No one was there. No one was seen to be coming. The road leading through the dark woods was empty. Ratonhnhaké:ton decided to go back and try to sleep. Suddenly, as he was turning around, something fell from above and forced him to fall on the ground. He let out a groan of pain as he hit the back of his head, losing his vision for a moment. His hood covered his eyes as well. It felt heavy at first, but the force must have been from the height the person jumped on him. However, it was strong enough as Ratonhnhaké:ton fell on his back, with his attacker on top of him. All he could see from underneath the wolf skin, was a slim shape of a form that had him pinned against the ground.

"Who are you and what are you looking for?" the feminine but resolute voice spoke to him.

The woman was holding a hidden blade to his throat. He blinked a couple of times to get a clear view of her. She was hooded with her face covered with white and black paint to resemble a skull. The light of the moon that reflected in the blade caused her dark eyes to gleam in a shade of green.

"Aveline?" Ratonhnhaké:ton asked startled.

Looking at him shocked and confused, she sheathed her weapon and got up to her feet. He, still lightheaded stood up in front of her.