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I packed up early the next day knowing the Sicarious would be docking any moment. Connor and Achilles still weren't up but I knew Connor would be soon. He had agreed to help hold Lexington to let Sam get out before he was killed.
I slung the small bag over my shoulder and made my way downstairs into the kitchen. The house looked tons better than when I first got here nine years ago. I was eighteen at the time and it felt weird that I had spent as much time here as I did back in the future.
I chewed on an apple as I stared at the pink sky. The sun still wasn't up but it was about to peek over the horizon.
I heard someone walk into the kitchen and start to shuffle things around.
"You are leaving?" Connor asked.
I sighed and turned to face him, leaning on the wall. He was only wearing a pair of pants, his hair was still disheveled and pulled up into the usual half-up half-down. I tried to avert my eyes from his chiseled chest. God, I sounded like a hormonal teenager.
Rubbing my forehead, I said, "My crew will be here soon. I promised them that I'd come. I can't fall back onto that promise. They need me."
"We need you, too," Connor said.
"I have to go, Connor," I said dropping my bag to the floor. "You know that."
"Can I at least check your shoulder?"
I nodded and slipped off my jacket as he walked over to me. I only had a sleeveless white shirt on under.
Connor gently started to unwrap my shoulder as I held my hair out of the way. I felt my heart start to race from nervousness. I didn't know why I was so nervous and why every time that Connor's rough fingertips touched my skin shivers were sent up and down my body.
"It is looking okay," Connor observed. "I will go get a fresh wrap. I will be right back."
I struggled to get words out of my mouth and instead just nodded curtly.
He left me alone and I sat down on top of the table.
Why in the world was my heart racing so much? I still had goose bumps all over my body from Connor's fingertips. What was wrong with me?

XXX

I had loaded all of my stuff into my cabin and was saying goodbye to all of the homesteaders.
"If I didn't know any better," Warren said, "I'd say you were a pirate!"
I laughed and smiled, happy that my crew had taken down the black flag that usual flew at the top of my ship. "I get that a lot."
Prudence hugged me. "You make sure to visit, alright? Stay safe, you hear me?"
"I'll stay safe, I promise," I said. "By the time I get back, you'd better have a kid on the way, got it?"
Prudence smiled and nodded before I made my way over to Myriam.
"Pretty nice boat you've got there," Myriam said smiling. "You might just survive."
"It's a not a boat," I said. "Ship. She's pretty durable and a nice set of teeth." I put a hand on her shoulder, and said in a sarcastic voice, "So don't wait for me. Find yourself a good man, I don't want to hold you back."
Myriam smiled and shoved my hand off her shoulder. "But in all seriousness, don't you dare get hurt, understand? Then you'll have me and Connor to deal with."
I nodded and gave her a hug before turning towards Achilles.
"You'd better not die again," Achilles said. "I'll kill you if you do."
"I love you too, old man," I said patting him on the shoulder.
Everyone departed soon after that and I was left alone staring at my ship. My crew was getting the ship ready to sail, stocking up on supplies from the homesteaders. I planned to sail down to New York to see if I could find any information on the were the serum was coming from and who was making it. Every captain I tried to interrogate was too terrified, always paranoid that someone was listening and they would come after them, whoever 'they' was. Maybe I could find someone more stable to find answers. Johnson did mention in one of his letter that a contact in New York had found out about a man who supposedly was an information broker and who could help us.
I hadn't seen Connor since he had wrapped up my shoulder and left. He said to wait until we said goodbye but I could feel my crew getting impatient.
I looked up at the manor and sighed. I couldn't keep my crew waiting any longer.
Trudging up the plank, I felt a bit sad that I didn't get to say goodbye to Connor. No doubt the next time I saw him he would be pissed that I left before we could say goodbye.
It was about seven o' clock and we were supposed to leave soon. I promised my crew we'd be gone and into the Atlantic by seven thirty so I had no time to waste.
Just as I was about to step onto my ship, I heard Connor yell loudly behind me.
"Wait!"
I turned to see Connor running full sprint towards me. I ran to meet him halfway on the dock. The man was out of breath, holding up his finger before bending down, resting his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath again.
After a few moments, Connor looked at me. "I am sorry I was late."
I shook my head. "Don't worry about it."
An awkward silence filled the air as we paused, not knowing what to say.
"Just," Connor said putting his hands on my shoulder, minding that my right one was injured. "Do not get hurt again. We - I lost you once."
"Connor, you don't have to worry so much," I said. "I promise I'll come back."
"I care about you like family," Connor said softly. "I am supposed to worry."
I smiled and opened my mouth to reply but was interrupted by Johnson.
"We've got to go if we want to be on schedule, ma'am!" Johnson commented.
I looked back at Connor and took a step back. "I have to go."
Connor frowned and nodded, looking to the ground. "I know."
I bit my lip before walking back up the plank and taking my position at the wheel. "Full sail!"
It wasn't long after that until we were out of the harbor and headed south.

XXX

The English ship sank to the sea floor as my crew cheered. It was a small schooner, easily taken down, and I knew there was bound to be more.
We were nearing New York after a few hours of sailing(I don't know if it took that long so just pretend it does, okay?). I'd meet with the contact at a pub called the Pirate's Hang, odd name for a pub, then I would get information on the broker before I searched for him. I just hoped this wasn't a dead end like the captains were.
I left Beans in charge of the ship and took Johnson with me. I wanted to be sure that the contact was legit and I couldn't risk the chance of him running, so I posted Johnson outside the pub before I walked in.
The pub was loud with drunken sailors and whores as I walked in. I couldn't even breath without thick tobacco smoke almost choking me. The music only added to the noise, the violinist pressing down hard on his bow as he played upbeat music.
I sat down at the bar and ordered a water. I didn't want to ruin my chances already. I needed my senses high.
A man sat next to me, ordering beer before speaking in a low voice, a slight Scottish accent catching my attention. "I take it you're the woman I am to meet with seeing that you're the only one that isn't trying get into a man's pants."
I nodded and took a sip of my water. "You got that right. Anyways, what information do you have on the broker?"
"Works alone," the man said quietly. "No one really knows his face or who he is but he operates out of a warehouse on the north side of the harbor. Looks abandoned but it sure ain't. I can see if I can get you inside but it'll be risky." The man looked around nervously before speaking again. "He knows everything, it's a huge risk that I am even talking to you about him. He has eyes and ears everywhere."
I nodded. "I appreciate you coming out here. I'll do my best to keep you safe."
The man laughed and held out his hand. "Name's Fergus."
I smiled and shook his hand before realization hit me. "Fergus?"
The man took a drink before looking at me again. "Yes?"
"Did you use to be a street rat?"
"Well, to put it bluntly, yes," the man said.
The more I stared at him, the more familiar the man got. He still his bright, curly red hair and freckles barely visible in the candle light. Fergus wasn't the awkward, lanky child anymore. His jaw was sharply defined, his lips full and pink.
"I was the girl that fell from the building nine years ago!" I said. "You were there with Boyd and Culkin!"
"Holy shite that's why you looked so familiar," Fergus said, his eyes flicking up and down my form. "You've changed."
"I'm Piper," I said putting a hand to my chest. "I don't think I ever told you guys."
Fergus smiled and handed me a piece of paper. "Here is a map of the inside of the warehouse but I don't know what room he operates out of. Keep this on your person at all times. No doubt he already knows of this meeting and is sending people to get this."
"I can handle myself in a fight," I said. "Can you?"
"I've been a mercenary, a soldier, and now a contact for whoever can pay up. I'm pretty sure I can protect myself," Fergus said.
I nodded and stood from my chair. "I'll have someone get into contact with you when I get the job done to get you your money. Deal?"
"You got it," Fergus said. "I don't want to seem to come on too strong but maybe we could catch up sometime. It's been a few years and I'd like to know about the girl who fell from the roof that day."
I smiled and shrugged. "I'm sure we can get that arranged."

XXX

I had a constant watch on the warehouse to see if I could get any information before I stormed in there guns blazing. The plan had to be fool proof and I needed to make sure there was no running for the broker I was after. This was my best shot at getting information and I couldn't pass it up.
Armed guards manned the perimeter 24/7. Without a lot of men fighting with me, we wouldn't make it past the gate. Then something extraordinary happened.
It was late, about one o'clock in the morning when it happened. I stood watch over the warehouse with Worm next to me when I saw an all too familiar sight walk up to the door.
The queen of the assholes himself, Haytham Kenway, strutted on up to the door with his two accomplices, Thomas Hickey and Charles Lee.
I clenched my fists as Haytham pounded on the doorway. I swear he looked straight at my hiding place in the bushes nearby but quickly looked away as if he was bored.
They quickly disappeared into the warehouse. Whatever business they had there it was important if the Grandmaster of the Colonial Templars came to visit. I needed to get inside.
But how?
I heard a thud next to me and glanced down to see Worm had collapsed out cold on the ground.
"Wor-"
I couldn't get any more words out before a sharp pain emerged from the back of my head. Before I could react, I blacked out.

XXX

Groaning, I opened my eyes and lifted up my pounding head to assess what had just happened. My head hurt terribly and I could taste blood in my mouth.
A blinding light was focused on my face and I turned, closing my eyes to shield them from the light. This wasn't good.
I tired to move but concluded it was futile with my hands and feet bound to the chair I was sitting on.
After a few moments of struggling, my vision finally focused and I realized I was inside the warehouse. I was being stared at by the Templars. A silhouette of a man lurking in the darkness caught my attention. It must have been the information broker I was after.
"Damn pirates," Charles snarled as he paced around me. "Dirty, pesky little rodents, aren't they?"
"This one ain't half bad," Hickey said scanning my figure. "I might have a go with her later."
"I have ears, asswipe," I growled.
I was greeted with a hard slap from Charles, one that made my ears ring.
"Peace, Charles," Haytham said. He crouched to my level to look at me closer. "Do I know you?"
I didn't give him anything but a mean glare.
"You're that pirate raiding our ships but I recognize you from somewhere else," Haytham murmured.
Great, somehow they knew I was raiding their ships. I'd have to take another look at my crew to make sure there wasn't any moles.
"You must have such a huge mind to hold so much ignorance," I snapped.
"Don't you dare talk to him like that!" Charles yelled, winding up to hit me again.
Haytham caught Charles' hand before it could make contact with my face before speaking. "You're that cheeky little girl that always mucked things up a few years back. The pesky little Assassin."
"Glad I left an impression," I muttered.
"There is one problem I would like to discuss with you," Haytham said standing upright again before pacing. "And seeing as you're not going anywhere soon, I think this is the best time to have it."
I rolled my eyes and smacked my lips.
"You see, we need your necklace."
"Surprise, surprise," I muttered under my breath.
"In order for us to complete our plan, we need your necklace. Of course, I would've usually killed you and pried it off your body, but until it chooses another owner, it will only work for you."
"You're talking as if it has feelings. It's a hunk of magic metal."
"I have seen the capabilities it has to offer, thanks to your family," Haytham said, smirking as my glare increased. "You're necklace will be a huge stepping stone in a world full of peace and order. Do you not want that?"
I laughed through my nose before answering. "I'd love to see from you're point of view, I really would, but I can't seem to get my head that far up in my ass."
I saw Charles' fist clench but Haytham got to me first.
The man grabbed the arm rests of my chair before leaning in close to my face. His expression darkened as he spoke. "If you ever want to see you're family again, you will cooperate with me. If you don't, I will not hesitate to take everything and everyone you love and smash it to pieces as you watch. All your hard work catching our ships, all your hard work keeping that wretched old man safe will go to hell. Do you understand?"
I straightened up to show I wasn't scared. "Game on."
Haytham huffed and pushed away. "Stubborn pirate."
As he shuffled away, I started to laugh as soon as I saw my leather boots hadn't been confiscated.
"Wot's so funny?" Hickey said getting a bit to close to comfort. I could smell the alcohol coming from his breath as he spoke.
"Pirates always have a trick up their sleeve," I said shifting a bit. "Or, in their shoe."
I flexed my foot, the tiny blade emerging from the tip of my boot as it effortlessly sliced the rope.
I headbutted Hickey before standing up. Charles came at me with a small blade that I dodged, holding out my wrists just right so he cut the ropes tying them together.
"Thank you, good sir," I said before grabbing his arm and twisting it.
As it became straight, I snapped the arm, bending it a way an arm should never be bent. A snap filled the air and I turned to see Haytham standing there in shock. The Templars took a few steps back and Charles whipped out a pistol with his good arm, a vein popping out from his forehead to show he was really pissed.
I heard a crash, loud roars that only my crew could make following it. I glanced over my shoulder to see that my crew had come for me, pistols and swords drawn.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, mate," Johnson said to Charles.
I bent down at the waist, spreading my arms as I bowed. I resisted the urge to attack Haytham before speaking. "If it weren't for your son, I would have already killed you. But, I'm pretty sure he would rather do the honors."
"Son?" Haytham asked confusion painfully evident in his voice.
I only smiled. "You've got ten seconds to run before my crew fills you with holes."
The broker attempted to sneak out until I pointed a pistol which I was handed straight at the silhouette. "Not you, though. We've got a lot to talk about."
The man stopped as the Templars escaped. He desperately wanted to leave, evident by the way his fists were clenched.
I heard the man sigh before speaking. "Yes we do, Piper. Yes we do."
My world froze when the man spoke. My body stiffened up as my eyes widened. Eyes widening, my brain screamed at my body to move but it stood still in shock.
It was unmistakable who the man was.
"Dad?"