We finally made it to the brewery, some guards blocking the entrance.

"Hold a moment." Haytham said, moving forward. "Church, you clever bastard!" He swore.

"What?" I asked, looking at the guards.

"I was hoping I could wave you both past the guards, but he's replaced most of them with men I don't know. Hmmm." He turned to Connor. "Well Piper and I should be able to pass without arousing suspicion. But you…" He gestured to Connor's robes. Even though I had a metal pipe on my back and bow and arrows, I think the guards would question Connor more because he's native, racist assholes. Haytham made a move to go forward but Connor grabbed his arm.

"No. We do this together or not at all."

"Then what do you propose?"

"I will find a guard who is off duty and take his uniform."

"Very well, I will wait here then."

"Of course you will."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Would you like me to come along with you, hold your hand perhaps? Provide kind words of encouragement?"

I scoffed, urging Connor to just get the clothes before leaning against the wall. It was relatively quiet, until Haytham decided to speak again.

"Pardon my asking, but I never really got to ask while you were staying with me-"

"You locked me up."

"Anyway. Where did you grow up? You seem hardened by war, but this one has just begun." He surmised, sizing me up. Turning to face him, I tugged my hood down, running my hand through my hair.

"Well that might be because I grew up in a war. Far out west, there is a place called Wisconsin, it was, we… there was a plague that wiped out everything. Those who survived focused on nothing but survival. It's all I know how to do. Fight or die." I admit. I told Connor the same thing when I first came here, and he knew from my nightmares that what I lived through was bad.

I would cry at night, curled up in a ball, my whole body shaking. Connor would scoop me up and let me sleep in his bed with him, like I was a little kid. I hadn't been a kid in a long time, and even though I was only eighteen now, but I felt like I've lived longer than that.

Connor returned, wearing a guard's uniform. I was relieved he was back, as the somber mood had been broken. Talking about my life tended to do that. Haytham stood, adjusting his collar a bit.

"That should suffice. Follow me." Haytham turned on his heel, leading us to the gates. The guards stopped us pretty much immediately.

"Hold strangers! You tread on private property. What business have you here?"

"The father of understanding guides us." Haytham recite, it must have been their code, or something.

"You, I recognise. Not the savage." The guy pointed to Connor. I grit my teeth, feeling Connor extend his arm to keep me from lunging at him.

"He is my son." Haytham explained, surprising both Connor and I. At least he admits it.

"Tasted of the forest fruits, did you? Off you go, then." He let us inside, and once we were out of everyone's eyes did I turn around and flip them all off.

"Fucking asshole." I cursed, staying close to Connor. I hated when people called him a savage. They had no clue what a true savage was, and if they did, then that's what they would call me.

We walked further inside, reaching a locked door. Haytham kneeled to pick the lock, Connor and I leaning against the wall.

"Must be strange for you, discovering our existence as you have." Connor began.

"I'm actually curious to know what your mother might have said about me, Connor. Piper had told me before, her mother never spoke of me and married man who became her father."

I told them both that it was a one night thing that created me, and luckily it seemed Haytham had some of those or the lie would fall flat.

"I've always wondered what life might have been like had she and I stayed together. How is she, by the way?" Haytham asked, standing as the door was unlocked.

"Dead. Murdered."

"What? I am sorry to hear that."

"Oh your sorry? I found my mother burning alive. I'll never forget her face as she sent me away. Charles Lee is responsible for her death by your order. And you're sorry?"

"That's impossible. I gave no such order. I spoke the opposite, in fact. I told them to give up the search for the precursor site. We were to focus on more practical pursuits…"

"It is done," Connor pushed Haytham aside. "And I am all out of forgiveness." He yanked the door open, entering the brewery. Looking up at Haytham, I shook my head, following Connor.

We walked in and saw Church standing there, completely still. I had a bad feeling about this. People did similar things like this back home. They faked an injury, or kept their back turned so you'd think they were someone else. Haytham moved towards the man that I knew wasn't Church, by I stopped him, shaking my head, mouthing the word trap.

"Where the hell is Church?" I asked, hands over my pistol and machete. The imposter turned around, two men with muskets cornering us.

It was a fight now. People coming down trying to kill us, but we're Kenways. I've always been told we're like cockroaches, hard as hell to kill. Connor tried to keep them off me best he could, like the overprotective brother he came to be.

"Look at the halfbreed fight! Like a feral dog, best we put him down, lads!" The imposter jeered, pissing me off to no end.

"I'll show you feral!" I snarled, cutting a man's head off and using it like a soccer ball, hitting another man right in the balls. I charged at the man I hit, jumping up and slamming my machete down on his head like a hammer to a nail. I hit him several times, blood getting on my face. A soldier came up behind me and trapped me with his musket. I reared my head back, breaking his nose before turning around and slamming my fist into his throat as hard as I could. He choked and sputtered before dying. Now the imposter was the only one left, and I marched over to him. The fear in his eyes was pure, and all because of me. Somehow, I found that endearing. I grabbed him by the collar, questioning him.

"Where the fuck is Church!?" I demanded.

"I'll tell you. Anything you want. Only promise you'll let me live." He pleaded. I looked over to Connor who approached the man.

"You have my word." He said, and I let him go, holstering my machete.

"He left yesterday for Martinique. Took passage on a trading sloop called the welcome. Loaded half its hold with the supplies he stole from the Patriots. That's all I know. I swear." Haytham stabbed him in the back, killing him. "You promised..." He gasped as he fell to the ground.

"And he kept his word."

Connor stared incredulously at Haytham, shaking his head. Suddenly, some men from above came running in with muskets. Connor dragged both Haytham and I to cover, but they didn't shoot at us. They shot at barrels of gun powered, causing an explosion and fire to break out.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed. "C'mon, let's get out of here!" We climbed up to the second floor, running across beams to get to the other half of the building. We finally made it to an exit, but it was stuck. Haytham wanted to try and pry it open, but Connor had other plans which were made quite clear to me when he told me to get on his back.

"Connor? What are you up to?" Haytham wondered, but caught on real fast. "Oh. No. Don't do that. There's no way of knowing what's on the other siii-" Connor ran and tackled Haytham, busting through the door. We fell into some water, thank God, and I sputtered as I surfaced beside Connor.

"We do now." He told Haytham, who merely glared at him. I on the other hand started to laugh, somewhat nervous and thrilled.

"Ha, haha. Wow. You have to admit, that last bit was kinda fun, right?" Now they both glared at me. Great. We swam to the pier, climbing up and trying to wring out the water best we could.

"Church has at least a day on us… We must move quickly if we are to catch him."

"I have a ship we can use. Meet me on the pier when you're ready." Connor walked away, myself following after him.

"Kenway family cruise. What fun." I mumbled.