The sober drunkard looked at the scene unraveling before him.

"Wot' the ell is goin' on?" Hickey wondered out loud, his weasel like face contorted in frustrated confusion. On the beach, three men came walking out, one of them the retired Assassin named Achilles Davenport hobbling on his cane and looked like he went through hell and back again just to reach the beachside. The man missing an arm walked over to the girl and man who were once quarreling, now silent and passive like a statue. The second Assassin actually ran over to a man with long golden blonde and actually embraced him tightly. This really deserved two wenches and a lot of alcohol: wine, ale, beer, you name it he wanted…no needed it. A cloak in blue caught his eye and with a greedy smile plastered on his face, Hickey silently submerged himself into the ocean of inky black. Leaving behind a dead wench, a wounded Cesare, and a very confused Rodrigo Borgia.

Releasing the stunned inventor from his bear hug, Ezio laughed and clapped him on the shoulder.

"Leonardo! What brings you here?"

"In all honest truth Ezio, I don't actually know. I remember seeing you come into my shop and then I was roaming this island running into Messere Malik and Mentor Achilles." A pained look crossed Ezio but was quickly dismissed as he gave another hug, one that Leonardo gladly returned feeling not so alone anymore. The old man smiled knowing that everybody was okay but there was one Assassin he couldn't find amongst the small party. Feeling worry for Connor, he asked, his soft voice seeming to have cut the noises in half.

"Where's Connor?"

"To be honest I have no idea," Cassandra responded finally getting out of her daze after being knocked to the ground by Altair, "but I sent my friend, D-Jay out to go find him and another Assassin named Desmond, although I doubt Desmond will be here." Everybody turned to her stunned excluding Marquette as he scanned the forest line for his friend and actually picking out D-Jay's form.

"Hey D-Jay what took you so long?"

Everybody's gaze turned to the tree line where D-Jay, came walking out with unfortunately to Achilles and the Immortal Ones dismay, the two Grandmaster's: Haytham Kenway and Charles Lee. Seeing half of their party tense up at the emerging figures, Ezio pushed Leonardo behind him as he whipped out his hidden blades; brandishing them in the air dangerously, while Altair and Malik got into a fighting stance. The Templar's got to an angle where they all could see that D-Jay's life hung in their hands, a flintlock pistol created out of the finest silver, pointed to his temple.

The sea green eyes from Haytham's most trusted friend immediately picked out Achilles. He stepped in front of the boy they are now holding hostage, sneering at the old man. Charles held his arms out like he was welcoming back an old friend but his voice said otherwise.

"Ah Achilles, nice to see you came out of retirement just to be killed again." Most of the people were confused by that statement but what Charles meant was that a sickness ravaged and killed Achilles treasured family, mentally dying when they departed from the Earth. Pointing his cane menacingly at Charles he retorted, "Same with you Charles, paranoia must've eaten you up alive when Connor went to hunt you down for years."

"Why you!"

"Peace Charles," Haytham spoke, having enough time to study his opponents specifically the two kids that looked like they were worried and prepared to fight for their friend back. He addressed the two kids and continued, "we are here for answers and I have a feeling that you two along with him," he tapped the barrel of the gun against D-Jay earning a flinch from him, "are the only inhabitants on this island."

A sigh escaped from Cassandra.

"I was hoping I could explain this situation to the Assassin's only since they seem to have a good grasp of our civilization but if you insist and are threatening my friend's life, then fine but you'll have to wait."

"For what reason pray tell?"

"Simple, Connor is an Assassin who should listen to this so I don't have to get him up to speed on the reasons everybody's here and how this will all affect Desmond." Haytham raised an eyebrow.

"Who's Desmond?"

"He's your descendant shocking yes but again: I'll explain everything as soon as-"

The smell of dirt, booze, and vomit overwhelmed Cassandra as a cold biting blade seemed to fit snug back into the indentation of the hidden blade that removed itself minutes ago. Everybody turned in shock to find a soaked Hickey with a dirk pressed against her throat. Altair and Marquette turned their attention to Cassandra while Ezio and Achilles kept their gaze on an equally stunned Charles Lee as D-Jay lurched forward but in a smooth motion, a butt of the gun rendering him unconscious in the sand. The sunglasses and the hat surrounding the boy, made Achilles stare in shock. That looked so much like his son, his deceased son if he lived to be that age. Hickey dug the blade deeper into his captive's neck, earning a hiss of pain in response.

"Lookie here at wot' I coght! A beauty she is!"

"Let me go you drunken idiot!" The comment earned a sharp jut across her throat, tiny beads of blood trickling down slowly to the dip of her collarbone. Cassandra couldn't panic, not now, or else she would be screwed over along with D-Jay.

Up in the trees, Connor watched as Haytham advanced forwards his arrogance shown in his walk with Charles Lee following him just like the pathetic cur he was. The girl was not really trying to fight back against him but why when you have a knife against your neck? Keeping himself within the shadows, Connor grabbed his rope dart and whirled it in the air, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

I am wiped out! I will be updating tomorrow! Love from The Cherryblossom Tree 3