Sorry it took so long for me to get this out, I was focusing on my AC/ME crossover. Anyway without further adieu, here is the next chapter of 'Everything is Permitted, Even Time Travel.'


Michael's survival training was really handy in this day and age. Over the past week, he had discovered that he was no longer in his time period, if the passing boats were anything to say about it. Each of them was a type that was no longer used outside of recreational events. With this information in mind, he decided it would not be best to leave this location for the time being.

Michael was able to keep track of the time with the stars, they also told him which month it was, and day. Every night he would lay down and watch them. Something he never did in his own time period. Though he didn't get much sleep. The bright rays, of the Caribbean sun, being blocked by the storm clouds brought him out of his thoughts.

He looked at the Clock of Eden, as he called it, it was very strange, and the fact that he had even known it was a clock was surprising. The more he looked at it, the more he knew what the different glyphs meant.

The clock was counting down to something. What, he didn't know. He took a deep breath, the stench of used gunpowder had reached his nostrils. He dismissed it at first, then shot up. Gunpowder meant guns, and guns meant people. He jumped up from the bed made from his torn coat, and ran towards the coast.

There was a ship battle taking place not far off the coast of the island he was on. He strained his eyes to make out any details. The one thing that caught his eye was a hooded man standing on one of the ships. He noticed the ship he was on was a Spanish schooner, and wondered what an assassin was doing on a Spanish vessel.

The storm came quickly, and lightning struck from the sky. It was clear that the pirates outmatched the Spanish; but what they lacked in guns, they made up in numbers. Michael saw the last of the Spanish ships sunk, but the pirates were dead in the water. Through the excitement, he didn't notice the assassin got onto the Pirate ship until he had killed the captain. Soon after an explosion ensued, most likely killing everyone on the deck. The pirate's ship sunk, and with it the assassin. Michael had been sure it was an assassin due to his use of the hidden blades his order favored so much.

Michael sat down on the beach as the storm made its exit. It had left as fast as it came, and that was something he didn't expect. He stood up after a few seconds and started walking back into the forest. When he got out of sight, he heard someone climb out of the water. He stopped and hid inside of the brush. He saw a blond haired man crawl onto the beach and picked up an empty bottle of rum. To Michael's surprise the man was soon followed by the assassin.

The two men exchanged words, and Michael learned the assassin's name was Duncan Walpole. The blond man, who he still hadn't heard a name from, circled around Duncan. He moved as if to check his pouches. The assassin pulled out a gun, and the pirate backed away. Duncan stood up, and the man moved towards the forest and Michael's supplies.

Without hesitation Michael ran towards the assassin, his hidden blade on his bare wrist. When Duncan looked back, he saw Michael and his face filled with horror. "Assassin! How did you find me?!" he shouted as he continued running.

Michael thought it odd that Duncan would be afraid of him, a fellow assassin by identification of his hidden blades. "I've been stranded here for a week!" he shouted back, his face filled with suspicion as he increased his speed. He heard another set of footsteps behind him, and knew the blond man was following.

He saw the Assassin was near his camp, and threw a knife into his ankle. Duncan fell to the ground, and held his ankle. Michael came up on him, "Go ahead assassin, kill me!" the man backed away, and tried to reload his gun.

"You look like you've seen hell, mate," the blond man said as he joined the two, and kicked the gun from his hands. "Edward Kenway," he introduced to Michael.

"Michael Arias," he replied, then looked at Duncan, "Now, tell me Duncan, you are an assassin, no?" He tried to adopt the speech pattern of the Welshman next to Duncan, knowing it was most likely a popular for of speech in this day and age.

"I am not an assassin, your order is weak, and cowardly. Hiding in the dark." Duncan spit at Michael.

Michael played it cool, and wiped the spit from his face. "I am a patient man Duncan," he said, his cold anger overriding his pseudo accent. "But even I have my limits." He then took into account Duncan's words, "You are a Templar."

"Took you long enough." Duncan said, "What now? You going to bore me to death?"

"No, you deserve a fast death for your treachery." Michael extended his hidden blades, and jabbed it into Duncan's neck. "May the land you find, be filled with the land you seek." He stood up and walked away from the Templar's corpse.

He heard Edward behind him, digging through the pockets of Duncan's corpse, but paid no attention until Edward started speaking to him. "What was all that about?"

"Nothing you should be curious about," Michael responded. He turned around, and saw that Edward was donning Duncan's hood.

"You called each other assassins, I suppose this has something to do with the blades?" he threw Duncan's ruined blades away, then motioned towards the ones on Michael's wrist.

"Something like that," Michael examined Edward, "Those don't fit you."

"They'll do better than the rags you are wearing." After a second examination, Edward raised his brow, "that is some strange clothing.

Michael looked down at his clothes. They had been torn to provide other materials that he would need, and all he had were torn cargo jeans, and a wight tank-top. He then realized that the type of clothing wasn't in existence yet. "It looked better before I got here." He said, playing off the comment about his clothes.

He looked into the trees, and noticed the sails of a small ship behind the trees, "Looks like a schooner is on the other side of the island."

"Then we are in luck, it looks like we are getting off this island." Edward replied, running along the river.

Michael thought it would appear strange if he didn't want to get off, and was about to follow. Before he left camp, he put the Clock into a makeshift bag he made from his shirt. He slung it over his shoulder, and ran after Edward. The two of them made it to the ship, and there was a group of Spanish soldiers terrorizing the merchants of the ship. Michael saw Edward dive into a bale of palm leaves, and pop out. He was hidden inside of the bushes, and stalked the patrols.

For someone that didn't know of the assassins, he sure did know how to move like one. This thought was pushed to the back of Michael's mind, then he followed Edward.

The two of them together took care of the patrols in relatively little time, only a few minutes. Even though it wasn't as long as most people would take, it was long enough for the three men guarding the last merchant to notice their missing comrades. Edward jumped out of the bush on the other side of the men. Michael extended his hidden blades, and ran at the distracted soldiers. He stabbed the closest one in the back of the neck, while Edward impaled the other two with his duel-wielded sabers. "You are pretty good at stealth," Michael commented as he dropped the corpse.

"When you get into as much trouble as I, you need to learn to hide." Edward replied, putting his swords back into their sheaths. He then looked at the merchant, who was, miraculously, still alive. Michael walked away, and let Edward do the talking, after a few moments. He heard the two go into the water. He looked back and raised his brow. He sighed, and started after them. After a few meters he came to the schooner, and climbed up.

Edward nodded at him, and took the wheel, "Where are we going?" Michael asked, leaning on the railing. He noticed that the merchant was on the opposite side of Edward.

"Havana," the man told me, "I am Stede Bonnet, by the way. Thank you for saving me."

"Michael Arias." I let the natural roll of my 'R' in my last name take over, letting my name appear to have an Italian accent.

"You need to make up your mind about your voice, mate." Edward said as he maneuvered the ship with precision and care. "You sounded Welch when I met you, now you sound like a damned Italian."

"My voice depends on my mood," I replied as I looked back at Edward. I turned to face the bow of the ship, and crossed my arms.

"You are a strange man, skilled nonetheless." Edward replied as they came out to open sea. He shouted something at the sailors, and they brought the sails to full. We were lucky to have the wind on our side, and we started towards Havana.