Willoffire123: You know that feeling you get when you've just done something that you've been working towards for a long time and you don't know what to do with yourself?

Edward: Absolutely.

Willoffire123: Pfft, no you don't! You've never had to take AP Exams.

Haytham: A test?

Connor: What on?

Willoffire123: United States History.

Haytham:…

Connor:…

Arno: Author?

Willoffire123: Yes?

Arno: I think you just told them the ending of the American Revolution.

Connor: Victory will be mine.

Haytham: Damn.

Edward: AHAHAHAHAHA!

Willoffire123: Whatever. On with the chapter!

Arno: (Looks around after everyone else has left) I'm practically new. How am I the only one who remembered this? Ugh, fine. Willoffire123 doesn't own Assassin's Creed.

"Time to load up the shipment, Edward," said Adéwale.

"We got away with quite the load, didn't we Adé?" asked Edward, grinning.

"Aye, and cleanly too," said Adé. "Can we go below deck and discuss something?"

Edward frowned. Adé looked serious, as if he had something really important to say.

"Of course; someone else can take the wheel while we talk."

The two descended to Edward's room. Adé looked around to make sure none of Edward's crew was lounging in the captain's quarters, before shutting the doors and turning back to Edward.

"What's the matter, Adé?" Edward asked lightly. "You look as if you've seen a ghost."

"Our contact there," said Adé as he began to pace up and down Edward's cabin. "I don't trust him."

"But everyone else did," said Edward, "So you kept your gob shut."

"Aye," said Adé. "Edward, you're my oldest friend on this ship; if I can't trust you, I'm a dead man."

"And?" asked Edward. Did Adé have some sort of disease he didn't want the others to discover?

"I keep seeing things," he said, wringing his hands. "It flashes in and out now, but one moment everything looks fine, then the next, everything's in black and grey, there's this ringing in my ears as every sound around me gets louder, and the people, Edward, they-,"

"They're grey and blue and red," Edward finished.

Adé's eyes widened. "You mean?"

"Yeah," said Edward. "I have it too."

"Is it curable?" asked Adé.

Edward couldn't believe how serious Adé looked. Why would anyone want to cure it?

"It isn't a disease, Adé," said Edward. Adé needed to know what it was, and that nothing was wrong with him. Edward just wasn't sure how to say it.

"Then what is it, Edward?" demanded Adé. "Tell me so I can understand."

Edward stood and began to pace. "I only know what Kidd's told me. He called it 'The Sight'. But I wasn't content with that, so I did some reading back at The Great Inagua."

"And…?"prompted Adé.

"First, you tell me, Adé," said Edward. "How do you feel unusual? Like what you see is different from what others see?"

Adé sighed. "I told you already. I see people in solid colors. Everything goes dark very suddenly, and people and places and things turn into solid, glowing colors."

"And what color are these places?"

"Grey, always grey."

"And things?"

"Mainly animals. They're always white and glowing."

"And the people?"

"Damn it, Edward, you already know the answer to that!" Adé said agitatedly, then, when Edward kept looking at him expectedly, he said "It depends on the person. Most people are gray. Some on the Jackdaw are white, but most of them are blue. You're gold, which is strange, because nobody else is. The guy who led us to the sugar cane plantation was definitely red."

Edward blinked, turning on his Eagle Vision. Adé stood before him, his shimmering gold face waiting for a response. Edward could see that Adé looked uncomfortable with his stare, so he decided to break the silence.

"You're gold too, you know."

Adé managed a small smile. "Edward, don't trust that contact."

"I never did, Adé," Edward reassured him. "I never did."

"Edward, snap out of it," prodded Mary, a.k.a Captain Kidd.

Edward blinked. Sadly, the Eagle Vision remained stubbornly turned on. Edward could feel his eyesight waning from its overuse, but by then, he was almost getting used to it.

"I'm awake," he assured her and the rest of their squad consisting of 12 of Rafiq's men, 3 Italians, Élise, Dobby, Jamie and Leonardo.

"Let's get a move on then, shall we?" said Mary. "Our team's responsible for sneaking in the back door while Arno's team leads the frontal assault."

"I assume that's why I am here?" Leonardo asked glumly.

"Nah, mate," said Edward, clapping his friend on the back. "You're here because you're the only bilingual Italian who isn't currently locked up by lunatics who name themselves after chess pieces. Now, if you don't mind, start translating everything Mary just said to the Italians. Khayal, you do the same with the Arabs."

Leonardo sighed, turned to the 3 Italians, and relayed a few phrases of Italian. The three of them nodded.

"Qual è il segnale?" asked the blonde one.

"She says what is the signal?" translated Leonardo.

"Cum sicariis victoria!"

"That," said Edward, pointing at the sky.

Swiftly, Edward led his team to a spot of cover.

"How many?" Mary asked him.

One of the few perks of having permanent Eagle Vision was that Edward had perfected it to the point where he could see people through solid objects. Peering through the stone wall, he saw two spots of red: Pawns.

"Two Pawns," said Edward. "Élise, knives, please."

"No need for pleasantries, Edward," said Élise, handing him a pair of throwing knives. "Not in war."

Edward smirked. If this Templar girl really thought she could get cocky with him, he would show her a thing or two.

Edward whipped out from behind the wall, threw his knives, then ducked back behind cover. Two splashes of bodies hitting the moat beneath them told him that he'd found his marks.

"Now then, who knows how to pick a lock?"

If any of the Assassins or Bishop's Pawns had stopped to ask passers-by if they were okay with the market place being turned into a battlefield, Arno was quite certain they'd all protest.

"Duck!"

Shay tackled Arno to the ground just in time to avoid a Rook chopping his head off with his axe.

"Thanks," Arno said breathlessly.

"Keep your head on, kid," said Shay.

Shay was right. After fighting their way through the front door, the frontal assault team needed Shay and Arno to be alive in order to find the prisoners.

Side-stepping a broadsword, Arno stabbed his hidden blade into the heart of the Rook from before and circled back around to cover Shay.

"I don't see why we should be primarily responsible for finding the prisoners," grumbled Arno. "We've never met them."

"On the contrary," said Shay, kicking another Pawn in the stomach and sending him toppling over the cliff into the moat below. "I know Haytham."

"But that's one out of four people," said Arno. "And they could be scattered throughout the castle."

"He's got a point," said Clipper while picking off the sentries on the castle wall with his musket.

"The way should be clear now," said Stéphane. Looking around, Arno could see that he was right. He and the survivors were surrounded by dead bodies, meaning that the way to the front gate was now open.

"Follow me!" Arno ordered to his soldiers. And the group moved in a phalanx over the moat and into the enemies' den.

Willoffire123: Finally!

Arno: Where are you? The connection is foggy.

Willoffire123: That's because I am currently at camp and there IS no connection. I finished this entry on July 6th, 2015, but I won't be able to publish it until I get home from camp, which isn't for another month and a half.

Edward: Well, we'll be waiting for you when you do.

Leonardo: Well someone's- how do you say it- 'salty'?

Willoffire123: Indeed. Until next time!