When I awoke, I was somewhere dark, but I was laying on something soft. I opened my eyes slowly, looking down at what seemed to be a bed. My eyes flew open wide as I sat up, assessing that my clothes were still on, but my boots, weapons and assassin robes were set in a chair.

I sat up straight as a board, flicking my gaze around the room. "H-hello?"

I cursed softly as I stood and the floorboards creaked beneath my feet. A movement off to my far left startled me, making my muscles tense and ache from the strain. I crouch down, hearing boots scuff over the boards.

"Finally awake I see."

-/\\\\\\-

Weeks had passed since I had been taken from my own ship and Edward was beginning to get restless.

"He bloody took her right off her ship! How in the hell am I not expected to go after her?!" Edward yelled at the other two captains.

Kidd shook her head. "Edward, we'll get her back eventually. But we need to stay back and watch for when he stops. We can't just rush him. His ship is a fast an' sleek Man-o-War. He'll sink us as soon he laid eyes on our flags. Plus, he didn't seem the hurting kind."

Edward opened his mouth to reply when Thatch spoke up.

"Kidd is right, Kenway. We need to watch and wait, otherwise we could end up hurting our friend during the battle."

-/\\\\\\\-

My body jolted upwards as I ripped myself from the animus, coughing and clutching my throat. My head spun and I saw stars. I saw hands come towards my face and I swiped at them, only to see my own hand go through them. The movement caused me to spill over onto the floor, groaning in pain from the impact.

I rolled onto my side, the memory fading as the Bleeding Effect began to subside. I slowly sat up, Desmond's father coming to my side. "YOU KEPT HER IN THERE FAR TOO LONG!"

I was too weak to even lift my head properly, but I know it was Desmond that spoke. "She's only been in there for two days."

"TWO DAYS WITH REST?! WITHOUT FOOD OR WATER?! Any longer and she would have died, Desmond!"

I felt Mr. Miles set me down in a chair, leaning it back to help me lay down more. "Go and get some food, Rebecca. Shaun, go with her. Lucy, drive them. GO."

The three friends ran to go do their jobs. Desmond stood idly by, watching his father fret over me, glaring at him. "You never worried about me like this. Why all of a sudden do you care about her?"

"She's a special assassin, Desmond. We can't lose someone who is reborn to help the Brotherhood."