You sit hiding in the brush as you see two men at your front door. You can see the red ring shining in the sunlight.

"Shit, my father must be here." You grumble to yourself. You see that the men have a gruff angry look across their faces.

"Oi! Open up! (Y/n) your father has sent us to get you! Are you listening? We know you're in there!" The brunette shouts. The man finally gets frustrated and kicks your door in. You quickly jump up from your hiding spot and run to the tavern.

"James! My father is here!" You call to the young man. "His men are in my house right now! We've gotta get out of here."

James slowly stands up, "don't ye need yer things? Why don't ye head back to the ship, tell the men to get the ship ready so we can push off when I get back, I'll go get yer things."

James POV

As (Y/n) makes her way to the ship I can't help but to enjoy watching her go, she sure does have a nice ass, I smirk to myself. When she's out of sight I head towards her home. When I get there I can see the door is wide open, chairs and tables are strewn ever which way. I quickly activate my hidden blades and walk slowly through the ransacked house. I tip toe through each room slowly, carefully, after a few minutes of searching I see that no one is here anymore. I lower my blades and relax a bit. I quickly walk towards (Y/n)'s room, I rip through her drawers and pull out a few changes of clothes. This will have to do for now, I can always get her more if needed. I search around the room looking for anything that looks of importance to her. I see a note pad and I few pencils lying around so I grab them. I grab a couple books lying on her night stand and see a small chest. I open it up and see her jewelry and some reales lying inside. I grab the chest and run out of the room.

I run through the front door and smash face first into a large blocky man. I crash down onto the hard ground and look up. The red ring on his finger catches my eye and I'm on my feet in an instant. I whip out my dagger and point it at the men. "What are you doing here?" I shout to the men, they look shocked to see me.

"I could ask you the same thing."

That man looks very familiar, that is when I notice the scar. It's Rogers, this man is a templar! What do templar want with (y/n)? "Well scum, are you going to answer me?" The man says angrily. "You're just a petty thief aren't you? Get out of here before I beat your bloody skull in!"

I pick up my things and run off, I will have to deal with this man later. When it comes to the Templars it may just be better to take my time rather than attack in plain daylight. I look behind me happy to see the men still standing at (y/n)'s door. I turn forward again and make my way as fast as I can towards the docks in Nassau.

Readers POV

James lands on the deck with a loud thud, he stumbles a bit almost loosing his blance with the objects in his arms. He yells to his deck hands, "Full sail lads, we need to get to Tulum!" He drops your things on the ground and rushes to the helm, you frown a bit at the action. You pick your things up and briskly walk towards the captain.

"James?" You ask but he is silent. "James, where shall I take my things?" He brushes you aside and calls for his quartermaster.

"Aye Captain?"

"Please show (y/n) to an empty room below deck."

"Aye sir, come this way lass." The man directs you down the steps to the roudy deck below. You see a whole lot of men gambling and drinking, a few have taken to arm wrestling, you hear all the men chanting a shanty. You hug your belongings tightly against you body, afraid to loose the few things you had left.

"Lass, right through here." The man guides you to a small room away from the loud men. There is only a small cot and a few crates in the room. You turn around to thank the man but sigh when you see he is no longer there. You walk over to the cot and lie down. You stare up at the ceiling and wonder aloud, "Did I do something to make James mad?" You roll onto your side and stare at the wall, slowly drifting off to sleep.

You wake to the sound of chanting, you sit up and lay a hand to your Grumbling stomach. You forgot to eat again, you stand up and wander out of your room towards the chanting. You quickly shoot a hand to your nose out of protection, it smells just plain rancid out here. Looking around the room you realize that it must be a combination of the dirty men packed in such a confined space and the pickled fish on the verge of spoiling. You quickly lost any sense of hunger and rush to the upper deck to get away from the smell.

You rush to the edge of the ship and are sick with any contents you may have had left in your stomach. When you feel well enough you slide down the railing landing with your knees to your chest. You rest your head on your knees just for a second to get your bearings back. You feel a gentle tap on your shoulder and look up.

James stands above you, handing you an apple and a small slice of bread. You try and thank him but he starts to speak. "Eat. I need you alive, for now. We have many things to talk about." He says the words with a slight glare and you nod your head.

"Aye Captain Kidd." Eyes cast down towards your small meal you set it off to the side. When you look back up Kidd is gone. You sigh and nibble on your bread hoping tomorrow will be a better day.

The next day wasn't any better, you woke up with a pounding headache. You slowly sat up rubbing your scalp hoping to make the pain disappear. You sigh and slowly drag yourself out of bed. You walk yourself to the door and up the stairs only to be blinded by the midday sun. You shield your eyes from the glare and make your way to the helm. You are disappointed to see James' quatermaster instead. You walk over and ask the man where the captain is, he grunts,"Captain was sailin' all night, he's sleeping, leave him be."

Disappointed you walk over to some men in a small crowd. You try to peak over the tall men, then crouch to look through their legs. You see a couple live crabs fighting each other and shake your head, these guys sure do love to gamble. You decide to climb into the crows nest to stay out of the way.

You take a large breath in once you make it to the top, it's so relaxing feeling the wind in your hair, and it has been such a long time since you were on a ship. You can hear someone hop up and sit next to you. You look to your left and see an angry James Kidd. You open your mouth to speak and he cuts you off.

"(Y/n) the only reason I have not killed ye yet is because ye saved my life. I cannot associate myself with the likes of ye. What is the real reason those men want ye?"

You sit there shocked, he was going to kill me? You start, "It's the same I told you before, my father wants me so he can sell me to my suiter. And what do you mean by you haven't killed me yet, what have I done to cause you to want me dead?"

"Ye are a templar." He hisses.

"I'm not a templar-"

"Then ye are a spy! I am taking ye to Tulum, my mentor will tell me what to do with ye." He jumps up and makes his was back to the wheel. You stare after him with a heavy heart. You just lost a very good friend.

The next few days were worse than the last. You mostly stayed in your room. Kidd was clearly mad at you, he gave you many one word answers and sometimes wouldn't even look in your direction. You grew more depressed as the days moved on, you slept more than you were awake. You could barely eat and couldn't hold a conversation.

You were in the middle of one of your long naps when you were awoken with a very violent shake to the arm. "Get up!" The voice hissed. It was James again, he ripped you out of the cot and you landed flat on your feet. You yelped slightly in pain, James dragged you by the arm off the ship.

He took you up a dirty overgrown stretch of road. You see many men surrounding you, they are all in white robes. You look around you in wonder. Who are these people? James yanks on your arm a little too hard and you yelp in pain. A single tear rolled down your cheek, why is he treating you like this?

He turns to look at you and his face softens a bit, "Sorry" He mumbles and turns back. You finally get to what looks like a building made completely out of marble. It looks as though it is starting to fall to pieces. There you see a man in a brown robe, he is talking to some older children. The children seem to adore this man.

"Mentor..." James calls to the man. The man turns around and dismisses the children. He walks over towards the two of you.

"James, is this the girl you have been talking about? She is very pretty, just like in your letter." He smirks at James. You swear you can see a slight blush across James cheeks, you can't help but to smile.

"Aye, but that was before I found out she is associated with the templar order." James scowls at the man.

"I don't believe the Templars would have such a frail girl fighting for them. Is this true child?"

"I'm not sure, I've never heard of these temple people before." You say your voice quivering slightly.

"Hmm, well I guess we will just have to educate you then!" The man says happily.

"But Mentor! I saw them, they were looking for her. It was one of my targets Woods Rogers!"

"James you should know better than to assume things. Now take this girl to a room, I think you have some apologizing to do." The man scolds James, he throws his hands in the air in defeat. James walks you to a nice room in the marble building he guides you to the bed and informs you that he will be back with your things.

By the time James comes back the sun has already set. He sets a box of your things on the floor and plops down on your bed. He flops onto his back staring at the ceiling with his arms outstretched. "I'm sorry lass, didn't mean to give ye such a hard time. I guess I should have asked what ye knew about the Templars first."

You lay back on the bed, his arm pulls you to his side and you lay your head against his chest. "It's alright, when am I going to learn about these people? My father never told me about his work."

"Ah Ta bai will start your training early in the morning. He plans on using you as a spy. If you're up to it that is."

You nod your head, "I'll do anything to get out of that marriage." You close your eyes, it had been such an eventful day, full of too many emotions.

The last thing you hear is James chuckle, "Good night lass".