Hello Reader! I would like to say "Thank you!" to those that reviewed, fallowed, and favored! (please continue to do so) And I know my grammar needs work, but I try my best even with my Dyslexia. So don't feel so bad for me, I just want you all to know, that I know I have a problem. But hay! That won't hold this writer back from doing what she loves! And I don't own Assassin's creed, or the "Drunken Sailor" shanty, or "Dirty Paws"; that actually belongs to Of Monsters and Men. And yes I named the chapter after the song; if you look closely to some details you'll see why.

And warning, some slang words here and there.

One last thing; Coming soon!

Desmond finally makes a show! And after that, you won't see him for quit some time till the end of the First part. Or, I might do some small chapters just for him, but that'll be later. And (Spoiler) he will be a constant character in Part II. So till then you get more introduced to Elinana, and how she slowly becomes an adult, and an Assassin. Then in Part II there'll be more to dive into. Like some of the questions will be answered, and more questions will be made. Man I'm torturing you all, and just babbling away!

Okay, enjoy!

"Weigh-hay and up she rises

Weigh-hay and up she rises

Weigh-hay and up she rises

Earlay in the morning!"

Muffled voices of men sang beyond the wood walls. Elinana's mind still bobbed between the dark realm of slumber, and the shining world of the living. Moaning, she sluggishly sat up, and dangled her lags off the edge of the bed. "Ah!" she groaned. "Stop your singing! I have no coffee, and it's a Wednesday…" She grumbled, and then sluggishly slid on her boots, managed to successfully put on the corset, tied her messy hair back in a ponytail, and fastened her belt boucle before pushing the door open. The brilliant, golden light of dawn, shone on the crystal blue horizon, and greeted her tired eyes.

"What will we do with a drunken sailor,

What will we do with a drunken sailor.

What will we do with a drunken sailor,

Earlay in the morning?"

"Throw him over board." Her thoughts grumbled in response.

"Morning Lass!" called a voice with a Welsh accent. Edward handed the Helm over to Adéwalé, and strolled down to Elinana, who ignored him.

"About time you woke up… you know," he began as Elinana tiredly went below deck, and he fallowed her. "Its common curtsy to say 'good morning' back, whether a Pirate, or Assassin."

"Good morning," she mumbled over her shoulder, going down into the hold. He gazed at her back as she approached the great beast that lied in the drying grass covered floor.

"Hay boy," she greeted just over a whisper. "Hungry?" she gat a small load of grass, and placed it before him. Hercules gave a whining grunted of gratitude, and then began to munch away. She sat down next to him, and rubbed and area behind the base of his neck.

Edward silently approached, then sat next to her. "Are you still bothered about what you dreamt of?" he asked, playing with a blade of grass.

"Dreamt of—?" she murmured, and then the memory of dancing with Ezio, and Desmond came back to her, like the rise of the tide. Other memories surfaced as well; her Father smiling at her, and the nightmarish beast. A single tear burned, and then flowed from her eye. But she quickly whipped it away.

"How did you know?" she barely glanced over at him.

"You awoke like a terrified, feral cat." he replied, wrapping the blade of grass around his finder.

She pondered his words, and a faint memory for her fighting the darkness came to her, and she sighed in embossment. But a singing voice softly sang in her dark memory. Elinana glanced over to the pirate next to her, and then looked away. "You must think I'm a freak," she sadly murmured.

"I think you're strange," he replied in a kind tone. "Which is not the same as 'freak'…we live hard lives, I would think you're a 'freak' if you didn't react to…what did you dream of anyway?"

She sighed, and hesitated; but told him what she remembered, which nearly was the entire thing. Once through, he nodded. "Aye, only a true 'freak' would react calmly to a dream such as that hellish nightmare."

"Thanks." She murmured.

Edward rose to his feet and offered her his hand. "Come on, enough talk of hellish dreams. Neither of us had Breakfast yet, and then you're to work more for Doc. I my self am curios about the shipwrecked Lad."

She rolled her eyes, but took is hand. Effortlessly hoisting her to her feet, he turned and led the way up. Trailing behind, she fallowed him through the narrow passage.

"Cap 'em," greeted Mr. Silver, who eyed Elinana darkly.

"Silver," Edward replied. "How're things here?" he asked as he grabbed some jerky, and biscuits.

"Better without her around…" he grumbled in a low tone.

"What was that?" Edward asked, ripping a hunk of jerky with his teeth.

"Just peachy Cap 'em, just peachy!"

"What's the mater?" Edward sighed through the mouthful of jerky.

"I'll tell ye, it's that sticky pawed lass!" he roared, slammed a large cooking knife down into the chipped and stained, wood counter; making Elinana jump, and droop her jerky and biscuits into the jerky barrel. "She'll bring bad luck down on this here ship, mark my words!"

Edward stood in-between Silver and Elinana. "Aye, you said the same the day before. And last I checked," he paused to swallow the jerky. "It wasn't us that were at the mercy of a Man-o-War."

"Aye, aye… but it could h 've been! Who's ta say that she'll work her dark magic ta' day, or h 've a red dawn ta' marorow? Ay?"

"Yea," Elinana peeked past Edward. "When have I ever said, 'Abracadabra, instant bad luck!' until just now?"

"Ye see? she's work' en her magic!"

"Seriously?" she chuckled.

"Ana, get some food and get on over to Doc." Edward ordered over his shoulder.

"I'm not helping am I?" she asked.

"Nay Lass." he retorted.

"Okay, have fun." she quickly grabbed her jerky and biscuits, and quickly marched to the Sick-bay.

"Morning," she greeted the Irish man who poured over the pages of a leather bound journal, with a gray feather quill in hand. "Hi there handsome!"

Eric arched a brow, and looked up to her in puzzlement. But then he saw her smiling at an orange tomcat that chattered to her, and lied in a fuzzy ball on the wounded man's legs. "Cat," he rose from his chair, placing the quill into the nearby ink bottle. "You know better then to lie on the wounded!" he scooped up the short haired, fuzz ball, and placed the cat on the ground.

"What's his name?" she asked with a smile.

"Cat." Eric replied simply.

"You all name ships, but you call a cat by 'Cat'?"

"Aye, rest well?" he crossed his arms.

"Well enough," she replied, looking down to the tomcat that gazed at her with big, black, begging eyes. The tomcat sat at her feet, and gave a pitiful, mewing plea for a morsel. Unable to resist the cuteness, she broke a small piece off from her biscuit, and let it fall to the floor before the little creature.

"It seems you've clamed another victim!" Eric stated to the tomcat that scoffed down the bit of biscuit.

"How is the boy?" Elinana asked.

"Still out of it, I'm afraid." He replied, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I hope he isn't in a coma."

"Do you fancy him?" Eric asked with a smirk, and resaved a dark look from her.

"He is not quit my type." She bit into her dark red jerky.

"And what is your type, dare I ask?"

Elinana blushed, and looked down to the tomcat that rubbed on her lags. "Tall, dark, and handsome," she murmured shyly. "Kind, strong, honorable, and must be a great storyteller."

"Why is it you women look for things like that in men?" Edward asked as he emerged in the Sick-bay.

"The same reason you men look for certain qualities in women." She retorted. "How did it go with Mr. Silver?"

"Oh dear, what's he done now?" Eric sighed, and pinched the bridge of his noise.

"Let me worry about Silver," Edward replied, roughly picking up the tomcat. "You just stay near me or Doc, or Adé. And steer clear of him till you are with your people, understand?" he roughly patted the cat's head.

"Bene," she replied in Italian, resaving two slightly confused looks. "Fine!" she translated.

Edward nodded then looked to the sleeping man with the bandaged head. "How long till you think he'll wake up, Doc?"

"A day, a week, a month," Eric sighed. "All we can really do is try to keep the lad alive." Elinana and Edward saw a sadness shadow over him.

"I'm sure the lad will wake up, maybe he'll awake if the Lass talks to him." Edward smirked, and resaved a dirty look from Elinana.

"That's not a bad idea!" exclaimed Eric.

"What?" Elinana whipped her head to Eric.

"Watch, and talk to the lad!" Eric placed a wooden chair near the bed, and then gently tugged her over to it, and gently shoved her into the chair.

Looking to the two men, she sighed. "I hardly even know what to say to the guy!" she complained.

"Then sing!" Eric smiled.

Elinana stiffened. She hadn't sung since her last day in Roma. A shadow of pain veiled over her, as the memory of Ezio and Leonardo looking at her through the heavy down pour, came to the surface of her mind. Pouching the memory down, she looked to the two men. "Sort of hard to think with you two hanging over like a pair of vultures."

Edward shook his head before putting the tomcat down. "Stay out of trouble!" he called over his shoulder as he left. Eric rubbed the back of his neck as he stepped up to the work area of drying herbs. As he worked, Elinana turned to the still form of the young man. She nibbled back and forth from dry, stile biscuit; to the chewy jerky.

Once finished, she tried to think of a topic to talk about as she watched his chest rise and fall. "Well," she leaned on her knees with her elbows. "I guess the best place to start any good conversation is an introduction! My name is Elinana Cleo Doricent, I've been traveling around for some time now. Why, you might ask? Well, I'm looking for my father. We where separated some time ago, and I've been looking for him ever since then…what about you? What called you to these waters? Where you looking for adventure, fame and fortune, or perhaps drown here in search of a lady, or for the same reason I'm here?" she gazed at the peaceful, handsome face of the young man, and sighed when he didn't reply.

"Do you like songs?" she asked, not really expecting a response. "I know this one that is a little strange, but good all the same!" she smiled, and sat up. Then she sang with a voice as soft as a trickling stream.

"Jumping up and down the floor,

My head is an animal.

And once there was an animal,

It had a son that mowed the lawn.

The son was an OK guy,

They had a pet dragonfly.

The dragonfly it ran away,

But it came back with a story to say.

Her dirty paws and furry coat,

She ran down the forest slope.

The forest of talking trees,

They used to sing about the birds and the bees.

The bees had declared a war,

The sky wasn't big enough for them all.

The birds, they got help from below,

From dirty paws and the creatures of snow.

And for a while things were cold,

They were scared down in their holes.

The forest that once was green

Was colored black by those killing machines.

But she and her furry friends

Took down the queen bee and her men.

And that's how the story goes,

The story of the beast with those four dirty paws."

She hummed the finally, and examined the young man for any sign of a wakening; but he remained still, and slapped like the dead.

Some hours later

"Cormac!" called the deep voice of Adéwalé. Elinana and Eric both rose to the sound, and in can the muscular, dark skinned man, with Edward's arm over is shoulder. Edward—to Elinana's discomfort—was shirtless. She tried not to notice the tattoos on his thick, muscular arms, and chest.

"Oh good Lord," Eric sighed, marching up his Caption. "What did you encounter below this time?"

"A damned sea urine," Edward nearly growled. It was then that Elinana noticed on his left leg, just above his ankle, had a pinkish area, with tiny dark spots. "I was just getting to the bell when I had to hide from a hammerhead that had his shadow on me. And my leg got too close to a fucking urine in my haste." Edward limped to the chair with the help of his Quartermaster.

"Elin," Eric looked to her.

"Yes?" she replied.

"Hand me that canteen?"

She nodded, and fetched the wood canteen that hanged from a nail. He nodded in gratitude as he took it from her hand. "No offence Eric," Adéwalé addressed, with his hand held up to halt Eric's action to drink from the canteen. "But I'm ready to contribute if you aren't quit ready to."

"Let me first look at his leg, and remove some of the needles; then you may contribute." Eric nodded.

"What do you two mean by contribute?" Elinana inquired.

"Urine Lass," replied Edward who looked over at her. "When you're stung by a sea urine, piss is the best medicine."

"Oh my gash, I thought that was a myth!" she exclaimed.

"Oh it works Lass!" Edward smiled with a twitch of a grimace when Eric pulled out some of the thin dark needles.

"Aye," Eric closely examined Edwards's leg, and then he rose to fetch a wooden bucket. "Elin, you may want to look away." He informed when he placed the bucket down, and supported Edwards ignored leg.

Elinana quickly turned away when Adéwalé stared messing with his trousers. She hunched her shoulders, crossed one arm over her chest, and placed her cupped hand to the side of her face.

"So…" Edward broke the growing silence as Adéwalé urinated on his leg. "How is the Lad?"

"Look for yourself," she gestured with her back to them. "He hasn't moved, spoke or—" she froze when she glanced to the young man, who just barely gazed at her with sapphire blue eyes.

"Eric he's awake!" she announced without looking away from the young man, who slightly moved his lips, as if trying to say something.

"Elin, you'll have to tend to him till I can." Eric replied over his shoulder.

She approached the young man's side, and softly spoke to him. "Don't try to speck yet," But he young man murmured something, and she leaned closer.

"Come closer." he murdered with an accent much like her own. Curiosity pulled her closer, then a hand suddenly puller down, and her lips met the young man's. A muffled yelp escaped her throat, as she tried to escape the passion driven lips of the young man. Strong hands gently pried her free, and she quickly backed away till her back met the wall. Staggered, she placed a hand over her mouth.

"Are you hurt?" Edward asked standing near her as the two other men stood over the grinning young man.

"He kissed me," she murmured.

"Wait," he gazed at her. "You've never been kissed?"

"Not like that."

A smile grew on his lips, and a laugh rang from his throat; making Elinana's face glow red from embracement. He slightly limped over to the side of the young man. "What might your name be?" he chuckled.

"Jack Sawyer," the young man replied. "Sorry for startling the girl, but waking up to see such a beautiful face; well I'll be dammed if I didn't kiss such a heavenly creature."

All the men smiled, but Elinana only grew more embraced, and shy. Unable to stand Edward's chuckles and the smiling glances of all four of them; she darted from the Sick-bay, past some sailors, and vanished into the hold.

Afternoon

Elinana laid in the darkness with Hercules's head resting on her legs, and the tomcat curled up against her legs. Her eyes may have been closed; by she was far from sleeping. Light grew as the hatch was opened, but she remained still. Hand on the hilt of the dagger counseled in her boot, she was prepared to fight if a sailor wished to have his way with her. She noticed that the footsteps had a limping quality to it, but it was not like Silver's limp. The footsteps stopped before her, but she remained as was, waiting.

"Come on Lass," Edward tapped her foot with the point of his boot. "I know you aren't sleeping."

"What do you want?" she grumbled, not opening her eyes.

"We will soon make port in Great Inagua," he crouched before her. "Have you ever been courted a day in your life?"

"Yes, but I caught him with another girl, so I dumped him."

"And have you ever had any suitors since then?"

"Nope."

"No wonder you're a virgin." He grumbled.

"I don't care, what you think." She grumbled. "All I want is peace, is that too much to ask for?"

"Sorry Lass…but yes, it is." though his words offered no comfort, the gentle tone of his voice did—somewhat.

She opened her eyes and gazed at him. He rose and offered her his hand for the second time that day. "Come on Lass."

Elinana was still for a moment, but then took his hand and quickly rose her feet with his help. "Need help getting your beast to the main deck?" he asked.

"No, it's easier if I handle him on my own. Thank you anyway." She replied, gently guiding Hercules up. Edward watched Elinana gently guide the great creature through the Jackdaw.

Once in the blistering light of the sun, Elinana stood securely next to Hercules. She looked past the bow of the ship, and saw the reaching arms of a rocky jungle, as if to welcome them all. Past the arms, Elinana saw small house like shapes, and a harbor. "Welcome to Great Inagua, Lass." Edward said, standing next to her with crossed arms and some amount of pride.