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"Welcome back!" Achilles said as we walked into the room.

"You left us in Boston!" Connor said angrily.

"The training we've done here is all well and good, but experience is the better teacher by far."

Connor continued to be angry. "What of my father?"

"Into the wind, I'm afraid," Achilles replied.

"We have to find him!"

"And we will- after the house has been repaired."

"But he's out there, plotting who knows what!" Connor yelled.

Achilles remained calm. "And what would you do when you found him? IF you found him? You're a boy with a few months of training. He's a man full grown who's spent decades honing his skills."

"He has a point, Connor," I said.

"If you're going to stand a chance against the Templars, you're going to need these," Achilles said giving Connor a box.

Connor took the box, still slightly peeved. When he opened the box, his mood changed. Connor glanced at Achilles.

"Go on, before I change my mind," Achilles said.

Connor fastened them to his forearms, looking them over.

I heard a pounding on the window and glanced over to see a man hitting the window calling for help.

I ran outside with Connor right behind me.

"You two, please," the man said as soon as Connor shut the door behind him. "Please he's going to die!"

"Calm down, what's wrong?" I asked.

The man shook his head. "There's no time, please come!"

I glanced at Connor and shrugged before following the man through the woods. We ran for a while before stopping at the river. I saw a man clinging to a log floating under the bridge.

"Down there!" the man pointed. "He's just passed under the bridge!"

Before I could even think, Connor was already jumping from rock to rock in the river.

"Of course," I said under my breath. I looked towards the man. "Follow me."
I ran along the banks, all the while keeping an eye on Connor. Connor seemed to be taking his time and didn't notice the giant waterfall just a few hundred feet away from them.

"Connor!" I yelled. He glanced at me but kept his focus on the man. "Waterfall!"

Connor visibly picked up the pace then and quickly saved the man, pulling him to shore ahead of us.

The man and I caught up with Connor, who was lying on the ground trying to catch his breath. The man that had been saved was coughing up water.

I suppressed a laugh when the man on the ground started to argue with his friend.

"Who are you callin'," the man took a deep breath," a nobhead?" the man said in a thick accent.

The other man helped him up. "You, because you are one."

They explained why they were with the logs in the first place. They hoped to set up a mill in the area. I knew we needed the wood if we ever wanted to get the house back into shape.

"There's a place not too far from the manor on the hill were we are staying," I said. "You can take a look if you'd like."

The man smiled. "I like you two already. We'll have a look."

The men soon walked off, probably to get dried off.

"We should tell Achilles," I said. "And get you dried off. It must be freezing."

We ventured back the way we came. I thought about the two men and hoped that they wouldn't get into any more trouble.

While Connor got warmed up by the fire, I told Achilles about the logger and their plan. While Achilles looked relieved to know that we would have wood to fix the manor with. I was a bit weary. I don't like new comers and certainly new comers that are stupid enough to work by a river and not know how to swim correctly.

*A few weeks later*

Achilles sighed as he looked on the logger's home. "I'll miss the peace and quiet, but we can certainly use the wood."

Connor looked at Achilles. "The manor needs a lot of work."

"That and other things," Achilles agreed. "You two meet me by the small shack on the shoreline when you have the time. There's something else you need to see."

"What is it?" Connor asked curiously.

Achilles picked his words carefully. "An asset."

I hoped he wasn't talking about that piece of junk ship that had crashed in the bay a few years back. There was no way in the world that could be considered an asset.

I walked back to the manor by myself. Connor said he wanted to wander around the land for a bit before going down to the bay.

I quickly bathed and scrubbed the grime out of my hair and skin. I grabbed one of my knives and started to shave my legs. That was how most of my scars that were on my legs got there, but I'd never tell anyone that. It gave me an extra dose of the 21st century, and that was hard to come by. I changed back into my robes before making my way to the shack.

Connor and Achilles were waiting by the shack when I arrived. I gave Connor a slight shrug before he turned and knocked on the door.

"GO 'WAY!" I didn't know if it was just me, but I smelt alcohol coming from the shack.

Connor looked at Achilles, who nodded. Connor slowly opened the door.

"Said 'go away', boy. D'ya not speak the king's English?" Yep. The man was definitely drunk.

Achilles and I emerged in the doorway. I tried not to show my disgust on my face. It smelled like body odor and alcohol in the small shack. I glanced at Connor and barely contained my laughter at the look on his face.

"Didn't see ya there, old man. I'd of set my home in order if I'd known you'd be callin'."

"The boy's name is Connor. The girl's is Piper. They're here to restore the property."

"Restore? Restore! Pardon my manners!" I made way for the man, who had gotten up and was walking outside the shack.

"She's still the fastest in the Atlantic," the man said pointing to the ship. "Sure she needs some attention...minor things mostly but with a little affections she'll fly again!"

"Who is 'she'?" Connor asked.

"Who is she?! Why, the Aquila, boy! The Ghost of the North Seas!"

"The boat," Connor said.

"B-b-boat?! She's a SHIP boy, and make no mistake about it!" He turned to Achilles. "I thought you brought them here to restore order! I reckon their the greenest pair on the Frontier."

"You two meet me back at the manor when you're finished here," Achilles said.

Connor pointed to the Aquila. "You said it requires repairs. You able?"

"SHE does need work- a ship is a she, boy- and yes I can refit her but I'm lacking in the proper supplies. Some...some quality timber would help me get started."

"We can see to that," I said. "How long before she is able to sail again?"

The man poked me on the shoulder. "I like her, she learns quick! You just get me the lumber and I'll raise a crew."

With that, the man slide down the side of the shack and passed out.

"I was just waiting for him to pass out," I said. "He needs to invest in other things than his ship. Like a bath."

"Come," Connor said. "We have to meet up with Achilles."

I followed Connor to the manor, never falling too far behind him.

Achilles was sitting at his desk when Connor and I walked in. "Ah, there you two are. I've something to show you. Come, take a look."

"What is it?" Connor asked.

I leaned up against the desk. "It's a ledger, isn't it?"

Achilles nodded. "It helps keep track of the homestead's dealings."

Connor pointed to the latest entries. "And these?"

"That was years ago. Before the slow fever. Before the Templars. Before everything collapsed." He paused. "But that's all in the past. Better we focus on what's in front of us. Take up the ledger and I'll teach you both how it all works."

I cleared my throat. "I should probably tell you now I am not good with money."

"Why do you think that?" Connor asked.

"Why do you think I have to steal money from the guards?" I countered.

Achilles sighed. "Very well. Come, Connor. I'll teach you."

"I'll be down by the river if you need me," I called.

*6 months later*

I finally did it. I found what had happened to the boys that saved me! Holy crap, I don't know why I hadn't thought of it earlier. All I did was ask Sam for his help. His contacts did the rest.

Boyd was working as an apprentice for a carpenter on the outskirts of Boston. Culkin had turned eighteen a few months ago and immediately joined the Patriots and their fight against the British. Fergus had seemingly vanished immediately after I told him to run. Sam had found out that he was also in the fight against the British. Other than that, there was nothing on the whereabouts of him.

I was a little weary to see them. They probably thought I was long dead. Hell, they didn't even know my name. After all they had done for me; I still had forgotten to tell them my name.

I also didn't know if I could trust them. They most likely think that I'm a raging lunatic when I barge in and tell them who I was.

I didn't want to worry Achilles or Connor, so I kept quiet about it. I told them that I was headed to Boston just to visit Sam. It was a little white lie. I didn't tell them about what Sam and I were going to do while 'visiting'.

Connor had enough on his plate already. Every minute of his free time he spent learning about the Templars. I rarely had a civilized conversation with him. He would acknowledge me with a nod or a wave when we saw each other around the homestead. I didn't want to bother him or Achilles, so I made sure to hide the letters from Sam under a loose floorboard in my room.

I waved a goodbye to Achilles as I rode off on Riswell. Connor was busy with Godfrey and Terry, so he didn't make it for the farewell.

Riswell made very good time and I got to Boston earlier than I had anticipated.

I made sure to keep my head low, even though the guards would have no good reason to fight me. But of course, that wouldn't stop them.

I made my way quickly to Sam's suggested meeting point. When he saw me dismount Riswell, he smiled and made his way over.

"Everything is ready. I'm sure you can handle yourself in a fight, but just in case, you know the signal if things go sour," Sam said leading me to Boyd's shop.

"Yeah, I know." I took a deep breath in and pushed open the door.