Yeah, this was a long chapter. I probably could have split it into two, but I couldn't find a good place to split it. I hope you guys like it, and I made a major mistake last chapter. I accidentally put Havana instead of Nassau, and I didn't realize it until I went to see how to play Nine men's Morris.

Michael yawned as he rolled up another piece of parchment and bound it in twine. He had spent the last few hours drawing the various components that made up a six-shot pistol. Remembering each individual little part was hard, but he was sure that he had gotten at least 90% of it. There were three papers that he drew them on, one containing the barrel, the other was the grip, and the last held the bullet chambers. He didn't one any one blacksmith from being able to recreate a gun that was supposed to be created far in the future. There was also a fourth page that he had drawn. In it was a design for a mold that he would use to create the bullets needed for revolver and give him the edge over the current population.

Just as Michael finished tying the knot, someone knocked on the door. He knew it was Jacob and put all of the scrolls into a pouch. As he attached the pouch to his belt, he remembered the Clock of Eden and that the Templars had it. Michael needed to get it back if he ever wanted a chance to get back to his own timeline.

After remembering the clock, Michael stood up, walked to the door, and opened it. Michael needed to shield his eyes from the sudden shift in brightness from candlelight to evening light and when it cleared, he saw the Island of Nassau. Michael looked to his right to see Carver, "Good work," he told the helmsman, "tell the crew to get some rest in the pubs, and offer them the choice of staying as part of the crew or leaving to find new ventures."

"You are giving them that choice?" Jacob asked baffled by the statement, "Not many captains will do that."

"I believe that all men have the choice of freedom," Michael answered as he walked to the railing to watch as the men who were already on the docks celebrated being on shore again, "This ship was part of the treasured fleet right?" He asked suddenly.

"Yeah, why?" Jacob asked as he rose a brow.

"Do you think there is anything in the cargo hold that we can sell to make some money?" Michael turned around and leaned back on the railing, "if there is, we might be able to get a few more fortifications on her."

"I'll get to work sorting out the cargo, you can go have some fun on good 'ole Nassau, captain," Jacob said as he patted Michael on the shoulder, "I'm sure there is something you can do that is interesting."

"Maybe I'll play my hand at a game of risk," Michael chuckled as he stood up, "Thanks Jacob. I'll be sure to mention you to the ladies, after all a helmsman has to be strong to combat the storms we've been through."

"I hope you have a knack at story tellin'," Jacob responded as Michael started walking down the ramp, waving him off.

As Michael followed his crew to the pub, he began wondering where Edward was. It was possible that he stopped somewhere to rest, or that his frigate was faster than Edward's brig. Michael didn't really care, but Edward would be the one who knew the people around here and without him, Michael was lost in this time period. As Michael got closer to the pub, he felt something near him. It was a subconscious sense that he learned to trust as an assassin and never let it go unnoticed. He had the feeling of being watched, and by someone who was trained as well. He decided to let this person continue watching him, and come out on their own terms if they ever did.

Michael walked up some stairs, and walked to a corner that was unoccupied. From there he monitored the entire scene and planned how he would go about his business in Havana. As much as Michael hated the fact, the only way to survive was to get some money, and since all of his was confiscated after he was arrested, the only Reales he had were the ones he found in the captain's cabin, which wasn't very much. There was about fifty of them, but if luck was on his side, he could turn them into a fair bit. Michael's eyes fell upon a table in which a man seemed to have won in a game that resembled Othello and Checkers combined.

Michael moved from his corner and watched as the two set up another game and began learning how to play the game through the two. When the man of lesser intelligence lost he cursed and walked away from the table. Michael guessed that he was out of Reales and knew that the winner had quite a sum, and some confidence at the game. Michael sat down in the chair and put all of his coins on the table. His opponent smiled and matched the bet, "Do you want to go first, or shall I?"

"I'll go first," Michael answered as he picked up one of the chips and placed it on the left middle dot of the middle square, white side up.

He watched his opponent put it on the exact opposite side that he had. Michael began to wonder if he was trying a mirror tactic, then dismissed it since it would be redundant in the game and placed his on the inner square bottom left corner. His opponent put the stone on the middle-center-left place, and blocked Michael's plan.

Michael knew he was thinking ahead, and decided to put his next stone on the outer-middle-right on the left side. The man looked up at Michael and tilted his head, "Your move," Michael said confidently.

He nodded and placed the stone in the middle-top corner-right spot. This caused Michael to smile internally. If the man had placed it on the opposite side, Michael wouldn't be able to trap half his pieces in the middle and to assure it, he placed his next stone on the middle-bottom corner-right. Michael watched as he placed a stone to prevent him from getting three in a row. Michael countered by trapping the stone in, and preventing it from moving once all the stones were placed.

The two continued to place their pieces in key locations until all were down, amazingly no mills formed in the placement stage of the game, and now came the movement. Michael's turn came first and because of how he placed his pieces he could freely move three of his pieces while his opponent couldn't move any without Michael moving first, "You've lost this game," Michael told him as he moved one of his pieces, opening up a move for his opponent.

Anyone watching could see that Michael's movement was to force his piece out of the way, allowing for Michael to make a mill. Once it was made it opened up another movement possibility for his opponent, but once again opened up for a mill for Michael. This went on until the man had six pieces left. Now either of them could move freely, but Michael had three mill opportunities while his opponent only had one. His opponent used his mill to take out a middle piece eliminating two mill possibilities, but opening another. Michael moved replaced the taken piece with an adjacent one, creating a mill. Michael took away the piece that had only one adjacent piece, leaving him only with five.

"Give up yet?" Michael asked as he flipped the piece between his fingers deftly. He had won, just like he always did when it game to games of strategy.

"I can win!" the man exclaimed quietly and through gritted teeth. He took an entire minute before he moved a piece to block one of Michael's mill opportunities.

Michael took a deep sigh as he moved one of his pieces out of a mill and waited for him to take his turn. His pieces were spread out, and there was no possibility that he could make a mill or stop Michael from making one. Once he made his move, Michael made another mill and took a fifth piece. Michael did the same thing to take the sixth, but now was when it got tricky. The man was able to move his pieces wherever he pleased and that could be trouble if Michael couldn't make another mill. Luckily, Michael had planned on it and had a mill line ready in any area if he moved a piece. Michael once again moved the same piece up and waited for him to take his turn. Just as Michael suspected he moved the one piece that wouldn't create a mill into the opening. Michael sighed as he finally moved one of the outer pieces to a center spot creating a mill opportunity if he could get a piece to the center spot of the middle square.

The man, trying to stave off defeat as long as possible, moved one of his other pieces into the spot and opened a mill opportunity for Michael. Michael took it, and smiled, "Thank you for your money," Michael said as he reached over for the Reales.

Just before Michael grabbed the money, his opponent stopped him, "Double or nothing," he told Michael as he cleared off the board again.

Michael smiled as he pulled his hand back, "Double or nothing."

Michael went on to beat the man three more times, and clear him out of money, "How..."

"I'm better than you," Michael answered as he started counting the Reales he now held in his money pouch. Michael suddenly felt like he was being watched again, and whoever was watching him was getting closer. Michael looked up from counting to see some kid taking the defeated man's place.

"I ain't ever seen someone beat him at that game so easily," the boy said, as he looked at Michael, "Care to play a match?"

Michael knew this was the person watching him, and tilted his head, "What's your name?"

"James Kidd, at your service," he answered as he began clearing the board once more.

"How old are you? Sixteen, seventeen?" Michael asked as he put the bag of coins down, "Your voice is too high. If I didn't have a good ear I wouldn't have noticed it."

"What are you talking about?" James asked as he stopped moving and looked up.

"Your voice, it is an octave higher than the age of the boy you are trying to play," Michael said quietly as he leaned forward, "it would convince anyone that didn't have any note training. Also, your facial features are more feminine than most, that's why you try to draw attention away from it by wearing that ridiculously large bandana around your forehead and keep your hair in such a messy condition. So, lass, why don't you tell me why you've been watching me?"

"Aren't you a perceptive one," James responded as she leaned back, "To be frank, you carry this certain... air around you. I can't tell why, but you caught my eye."

"I seem to do that a lot," Michael said as he shrugged, "just one question before we continue, does the word 'Templar' mean anything to you?"

"Templar? Can't say it rings any bells," she answered as she shifted her position so that she her arm was withing reaching distance of Michael.

"Don't say that, I see the hidden blade up your left sleeve," Michael said as he crossed his arms, "Nothing is True..."

"Everything is permitted," James finished as she smiled, "An assassin, eh? What are you doing in those fancy duds, rob a dandy before you get here?"

"Stole a ship, didn't like the rags I was wearing," Michael answered as he pulled out the map he drew earlier, "What are these locations?" he undid the knot on the scroll and rolled it out for Kidd to see.

After she looked at it for a while, she saw what it was, "It's the location of the bureau in the Caribbean. The main island is on this map. We have to go warn the mentor."

"Do you have a ship?" Michael asked as he uncrossed his arms.

"Yes, I do. I schooner. It isn't much but it'll get us where we need to go," Kidd answered standing up, "We have to leave immediately-"

Michael grabbed Kidd before she could finish her sentence, "We leave in the morning, when the tide is low and we can get out easier. I'm not getting shipwrecked because you had a panic attack."

"I'm not panicking prick," Kidd said, glaring at Michael.

"Doesn't change the fact that we can't leave until the tide is low, unless you want us to capsize? No, didn't thinks so," Michael took his Reales off the table, and started walking down the stairs, "Where is your Schooner?"

"She's harbored at the dock a few yards down from the frigate you came on," she answered as she followed Michael, "We leave at dawn."

"I'll see you then."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to tell my quartermaster what to do after I leave," Michael turned around and walked backwards for a few steps, then turned back around and continued towards the Liberty. It was going to be a long voyage, that much he was sure of. He wasn't even able to find a blacksmith to make the first part of the gun. He sighed as his ship came into view, and saw that Jacob was laying by the helm, and a few of the crew were cleaning the ship.

Jacob got up when Michael started approaching him, and said, "We got about three thousand Reales from the cargo that was valuable inside of the cargo hold, could of been four had the sugar not been drenched from the storm. Anyway I talked to the harbor master, and he said that he could reinforce the hull for six hundred and fifty Reales and seventy units of Iron. We have one hundred and fifty units, that gives us more than enough to add a few more cannons as well, which he said would cost about nine hundred Reales. More broadsides mean easier pirating."

"How long would that take?" Michael asked as he crossed his arms.

"A week, maybe two," Jacob answered as he thought about it, "Why?"

"I'm going on a ship to see some old friends, I estimate that it will take about two in a half weeks to get where we are going, as soon as the harbor master is done, I want you to go to this island," Michael pulled out the map, and chose the one that Kidd had been so worried about, "I should still be there by the time you get there."

"Why are you in such a rush?" Jacob asked as he looked at the sea, "We have our lives, don't you think it is time to relax?"

"No rest for the weary," Michael answered as he smiled, "this is an obligation and I don't want to drag my crew into it if they aren't ready for it."

"Ready for what?" Jacob asked as he made a skeptical face.

"A war between two factions that work in the shadows."

"You know, you don't have to lie to me. You aren't just sending us to the middle of nowhere are you?"

"No, I'm not," Michael yawned as he laid down, "I need to sleep, I might see you when I wake up."

Michael stretched as he went into his cabin, and plopped onto the bed in the corner of it. He wondered what was going to happen once they got to the island. Not long after he put it to the back of his mind, did he fall asleep.