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Chapter 20
Davenport Homestead 1781
Evelence and Connor enter Homestead after defeating the Redcoats that increased their numbers, suddenly increasing the amount of damage in battle. They had then made flee, retreating to help those who were pushed back to fight against the redcoats with the amount of energy they had. And now they visit Achilles, for he has grown sicker with his violent coughing. Connor worries as much as Evelence, for they both would truly be alone, yet again people have to die sooner or later. They were all programed to die when becoming to the elderly stage. Achilles has come far and given them the proper training they needed. All there was left was a matter of decisions with performing the correct tactics in order to end the entire Templar organization, which meant ending Connor's father, Haytham, Grandmaster of the organization.
Connor knocked on the side of his bedroom door while Evelence peered from behind to take a glance at Achilles who was sleeping peacefully. Achilles eyes blinked open, adjusting them to the light as he heard the knocks against his bedroom door.
"Hello Connor and Evelence. Come in." He waved a hand, motioning them to enter his room. Connor placed out two chairs toward the side of the bed, Connor sitting on one and Evelence on the other. The look of worry and sadness fumed within the beast of the two assassins. Worried and frightened he was to meet his death by the minutes that remained. Evelence remembered their last meeting, the truth in his words about Connor. Perhaps he did care but hid his emotions and feelings during battle and missions. Though last night, the hug she received was a bit different than his previous ones. No, it was more of a friendly one, or perhaps a bit more than that to comfort her. Evelence shakes her head from ideas that began to coil up.
"Your sadness won't sustain me anymore than that fool woman's soups and potions." He chuckled only to let out a violent cough, staggering within the bed. Evelence and Connor both reach out to aid him, helping him back up to rest in the bed he laid in. He breathed in deeply, sitting up to meet their faces.
"Tell me of your latest exploits," He changed the matter of what happened to a more relaxing situation. He caressed Evelence's cheek, lifting her chin while soothing her with relaxing and calming words. She pressed her head on Connor's shoulder, worried as much as he was. The sadness and worrisome eyes gave it away to both Achilles and Evelence. Surprisingly, he allowed her to rest her head on his shoulder, for he was too depressed and frustrated by the death of many they once loved. He sighs heavily before replying.
"Charles Lee has been exposed and the Patriots finally rid of him. They march now to secure the remaining cities that this country might be able to free."
"Then you have won. The land and your people are safe." Achilles gifts him with a warm smile. Connor only sighs, glancing away to avoid eye contact. Evelence makes the same motion, remaining her place while avoiding conversation about last night.
"Yet you both seem troubled."
"Washington spared Lee's life." Connor answered, grinding his teeth with anger.
"And as long as he lives, we are all in danger." Evelence adds while glancing up toward Connor who was lost in his train of thoughts, the loss of his friend had continued to run through his mind. Achilles sighs while observing their expressions.
"When you both first came to me, you understood what had to be done. Swore you'd see it through. If not for the brotherhood, for your people – and all those threatened by the Templars."
"But with Lee gone my father might-"
"Listen to me. You have not come this far to throw it all away over misplaced sentiments. Both men must die."
"Achilles," Connor pleads.
"There is nothing more to discuss," Achilles turns, breathing heavily while turning until he settles down. Connor sighs and looks toward the ceiling, thinking over his choice of words. Evelence sits up from his shoulder as he helps her stand, making their way to exit. They were suddenly stopped seeing the sight of Marquette de Lafayette near the doorway next to Prudence.
"Connor I came as soon as I could!" he approached him with his heavy French accent, but was suddenly stopped by Prudence. Connor gives her a nod to let him pass her. Prudence bites her lip while waving toward Evelence as a farewell. Evelence returns the wave and settles beside Connor, crossing he arms.
"Tell me you bring good news." Connor glares toward Marquette. He returns his response by nodding his head in a fast motion, seemed as if he were in a hurry.
"The Conte de Grasse said yes. You need only join his fleet in Chesapeake Bay and they will serve as required. But what exactly is it you intend?" Connor waves a hand for him to follow. Evelence, ahead of them, opens the door to the basement down below. Marquette curls his lips into a smile by the sudden door that was hidden within the Mansion. They reach down the stairs, as Connor displays a small display of the fort to Marquette. Evelence sits from a distance, watching the two men discuss to one another.
"Charles Lee may have been dismissed, but it does not mean we are safe,"
"But the commander-"
"The commander underestimates the threat and no more time can be wasted trying to convince him otherwise. I must do this on my own." He explains, frustrated enough with Commander Washington.
"Do what exactly?" Marquette raises an eyebrow, rolling his tongue, due to his accent.
"Kill Charles Lee. He hides within Fort George itself, which is its self, surrounded by a militarized district. I cannot hope to infiltrate it directly. So I will go under it instead." He turns the table around, revealing the underground blueprints of Fort George. Marquette widens his eyes, slightly opening his mouth in astonishment.
"Incredible."
Moments later they have already discussed their tactics as they were to breach the walls and create a distraction. Connor and Evelence would slip inside during the chaos and find Charles Lee, silencing him forever. And here Evelence thought to herself, what if he wasn't there. What if he knew they were to be approaching him there after what Haytham and Connor did to the soldiers at the Fort. Surely Haytham would be meaning to tell these plans to Charles. It would be impossible for him to ignore such a thing. His life is being hunted down and she was absolutely sure Haytham would not ignore plans Connor has informed to Marquette de Lafayette. Maybe they were to slip and there, only to be known there was a trap inside, waiting for them.
Evelence clutched to her heart feeling her heart beat faster than usual. Was she having a panic attack? She knew every battle they have experienced was a bullet or cut away from her heart. Every battle they have experienced has been worse and worse. They hardly make it out alive in the end, and yet are grateful with each time they stand alive, walking about to end the Templar Organization. But this time, she feels as if this will be the last battle, the last chapter of her own story, and the last few hours of her lifetime. Yet she hadn't even confessed what Achilles said. Yet will that be her excuse? "Achilles said this, Achilles said that." Has she ever sat down to know how she feels? Has she ever thought back on how many close calls they had, to the point she may never have a chance to say the things she's been meaning to say. Throughout their entire journey to becoming a professional assassin, there had been some hard times. During those hard times, they had always been there for each other, no matter the situation. Back when they first met Achilles, they thought they were adults, born and ready to become an assassin. But what they thought months would lead to perfection, it turned into years. It was about the experience they had discovered to lead to the stage they are in now.
Several months of training were just the beginning. The experience is what led them to perfection, which had grown them closer, growing a bond she thought she'd never have. Throughout the entire journey, she had been scared like those years ago her mother left her alone. She had been scared when her mother once more left her, protecting the one thing she loved the most, her daughter. From her choice of actions, it had led for people to die in front of her eyes, something she had to learn during these hard moments of an assassin. She had always watched Connor's back in every battle, sworn to protect each other in a battlefield. The ones she'd look up to, were the ones she'd watch from behind. Now it was just Connor. She couldn't afford to lose someone she had cared for the most this time. She had tried so hard, yet it seems she hasn't tried hard enough in the past. She has no one but her loyal friend who hasn't completely trust her yet, judging by his expressions.
Evelence sighed in relief as her heart began to calm down. Her train of thoughts has led her heart to increase, due to the fact that her instincts were telling her this would be her last remaining hours left. She didn't know what was coming, whether or not it would come in a complete shock to her. It would probably come when she least expected. Though people had fought in her name, fought to protect her from any harm, she had no one to fight for other than the people who lie dead. Their bodies bathed in their own blood and coiled up below the surface. The only person standing was her loyal friend, and the one whom she loves, Connor. Maybe Achilles was right, she did have her emotions mixed due to the fact she had trouble accepting she has feelings for her ally. She now replaces ally with the word, friend.
After all this time, she has been blinded herself by how she felt about him. She had to sit and think for a minute, deciding whether she really did, or whether it was something Achilles believed. It was true. Her heart would increase when she was around him. Though, she not only felt her heart increase, but her entire body felt at ease. She wasn't ready to be lunged at with a musket, or surrounded by a couple of Recoats, ready to strike her to end her life. Instead, she felt calm and relaxed. Her body wouldn't tremble, unless someone's death occurred, in which case, many. What would happen now? Would she confess now? Or wait till her death. Her heat began to increase as the pressure began to coil up within her. She couldn't ignore as well, for she had only a few hours left. She shakes her head, following Connor to the Aquila.
Chesapeake Bay, September 5, 1881
The sun had radiated its warmth across the entire ocean, causing her to warm up from the bitter coldness in the air, yet with the sun touching the ocean, it was soon grow cooler. They were already out at sea in Chesapeake's Bay, waiting for further instructions from Marquette de Lafayette who seemed to board with their ship. A couple men, who were pacing themselves back and forth, continued to rant about Connor and his youth. It did not matter his age. He was experienced enough for Achilles to allow him to perform such a task. He was the Captain of the Aquila, the least he could do was show some respect. Instead, he would mistake his youth and rant about his experience, for he did not know of.
"Lafayette promised me a fleet beyond compare, and a captain without peer. Instead, I find myself by one old ship and a boy in a costume." Evelence made a low growl, for she was annoyed by his ignorance. Evelence folds her arms as Connor extends his arm out in front of her, preventing her from taking charge to the man who seemed to complain about the ship and the uniform he wore.
"I promise we are all you need, Admiral." Connor states in a calm manner, saving his anger for the true battle. The man inhales and exhales deeply, seeming he had no other choice but to stand with him. Either that, or spend the next few weeks returning home.
"I doubt this very much. But beggars do not choose, hmm?" he playfully teased with his throat as he had a thick French accent.
"And the ships I require?" The man stood back inhaling deeply as he regrets gifting Connor the ships in order to succeed in gaining entrance to Fort George.
"They are yours, provided if we survive this."
"And what would you have me do?" Connor places his hands on the ship's railing, adjusting them to take a glance at the ship in front of him.
"Hold the bay while I engage the main fleet. Should any British ships dare approach, destroy them. They must be kept from Yorktown." He instructed as the Marseillois and the Saint Esprit glide gently through the ocean's waters, charging into battle at sea. The Aquila stood back, while the Marseillois and saint Esprit took front, gliding in first to secure the Aquila. Evelence charged through the front of the ship, leaping across the railing toward the Aquila's nose. She tread carefully as she crouches down to observe its waters as it glistened through the warm glow the sunset gave off. She removed her hood allowed her short loosened hair to dangle, tickling her neck. Her hair soon fell from being a flame to loosened strands of straight hair. It matched Connor's hair style except for its style he always held it in. and due to the fact it was a bit longer, length wise. She also had a the wind was brushing through her short hair she cut back at the prison camp where her mother had been brutally murdered.
Evelence adjusts her gloves and fiddles with her equipment, readying for the upcoming battle she was about to take charge in. Her hearts starts poundings once she thinks of Connor and the instincts that have been stirring inside her stomach, the gutted feeling of guilt, yet she had nothing to feel guilty about. Her stomach twists and turns thinking of the instinct that had been in her train of thoughts. She couldn't ignore the feeling, or her feelings toward Connor. It had been awhile since she had called him by his first name, now that she thought about it. They had been with each other for pretty much their entire lives, and all this time she had been calling him by his adopted named, Connor. There was nothing wrong, only the fact she had completely forgot about his name he was given from their own tribe, Ratohnhaké ton. She had sworn to protect her friend whom she traveled with, to save their people from harm's way, and from the man named Charles Lee who was mistaken into burning their village. Even so, he had a perfect opportunity. Even if he hadn't been the cause for the fire, how will they assure themselves their village won't burn once more, commanded by another man who despises their kind? She shakes her head in confusion, worried about the situation, for her fears would arise if he escaped to their village to take his advantage on burning their village, or worse. He had already captured her mother, expected to receive information on a daughter whom she forgot since she took her leave. Her daughter who she did not know, became an assassin. There hasn't been anyone in their tribe that has left to become a part of the brotherhood. She has heard stories of Connor's mother just before she died, though she didn't ask Connor whether it was true or not.
Evelence inhales the ocean's scent as it enters her nostrils as the water continued to spray her face, gently. She sprung up in a crouching position, carefully treading her way back on decks. She jumps and lands safely, approaching the stairs to meet with Connor. It seemed he was in his own train of thoughts as he continued to steer on the wheel, for he was silent, concentrating on his goal to defeat Charles Lee. That was the only thing in his mind he had cared for. Therefore, she couldn't confess her feelings when all there was but Charles Lee in his thoughts. He was obsessed with how many ways he could retrieve him, torture him. His mother's death may lay another's hands, but Charles Lee did not take charges for his mother's death. Though she was curious why he was there all those years ago that happened to be consequentially before the fire. Perhaps a warning? Or did he know as much as Haytham did about their village.
"What will we do after the battle? We've killed Charles Lee, but you insist on refusing to kill your father. You hope to run into him, knowing you could form an alliance once Charles Lee has been silenced forever in his sleep." Evelence steps in, siding with him on the wheel, as she was curious to his answer as curious to her question. Connor turns his head, for she interrupted his train of thoughts. He blinks a couple of times before answering.
"I will not disagree with Achilles with his decision on the Templars, but I do not disagree with the plan I am hoping to achieve, for the sake of the Brotherhood and the Templars." He answers, focusing his eyes on the waters and the two ships in front.
"Achilles has a point, has proven so, though I still remain in my own thoughts, hoping to gain some independence so that the Brotherhood and the Templars could unite, possibly gaining a better future in reaching or goals together."
"You sound just like them." Evelence adds. "Like every other Templar, but once we unite, how long will it take until we can finally have our back on one another, until we can finally depend and trust on one another. You seem to think that by gaining one step, all the other steps have been resolved for you."
"Yes, in time, we will gain another's trust. There will be disagreements, arguments over one another during our tasks. But this is just of the beginning into learning into one's way to gain another's trust." Connor states back. Evelence takes a few steps back, clenching her fists in anger. Her head turns toward the nose of the ship as she is furious with his answer. This wasn't himself, not at all. He let his father's opinions open his safe, the safe that locks him from his emotions and from his own opinions. He speaks of independence, uniting, yet he has shown nothing of the sort. He stays true to his word, but the amount of patience it takes, is something neither Haytham nor Connor could handle. The amount of trust she had for them, was a blade cut through their throat, their blood stained in her hands.
When she had been captured by Lee, the trap which she thought Connor was led into, the Templars spoke of things. Uniting, yet there will eventually be a catch in between their alliance. The only alliance they will get is her blade before reaching into the brotherhood, demanding answers. They slaughter the innocent, and kill for entertainment. They mostly deal with business and sending cargo to the British, of course. That only just makes it worse for them to form an alliance. He doesn't realize how long this will take, possibly another thousand years, maybe more. When they aid the British they only cause more damage to the country, yet with only Haytham and Charles there couldn't be anything done that was so sufficient, though she didn't want to jinx her opinions.
"You have let your father's opinions take control of your own. If this continues, you will be no more less a Templar than Haytham is." Evelence turns away before any words could escape his lips, wiping her tears away from the way he has changed. He has completely changed, given the way he speaks. The tone in his voice, the way he speaks, it wasn't right. She escapes down the stairs and to the edge of the ship, leaping on the edge to sit and relax before entering the battlefield.
Moments later they arrived with the sound of Mr. Faulkner's voice rising across the entire Aquila. He points toward several ships that have been half sunk and beaten down.
"Herod all handsaws! Hell has the manifest upon the sea! How many do you reckon?" A large wave approaches, causing the Aquila to lift higher and higher until it finally crashes and meets the waters of the ocean.
"Too many." Connor replied, focusing at the ships that failed to defeat other ships. In the back of his mind, he was thankful Marquette de Lafayette agreed to aid him when the commander has done nothing but let his enemy escape out of his grasp. Too many countless times he should've slit his throat, but he refused the idea, and sent him away. This caused many Redcoats to upgrade their equipment and clothing. There probably must be a thousand if not hundreds out who are camping to make further plans and adjustments. Yet as time progressed with most of the Templars dead, things have been starting to slow down.
"If anyone can hold the line, 'tis us. I only hope the admiral's quick to return." He stated to Connor as they were farther in. At the corner of her eye, the orange sun beamed and reflected from an object up ahead. She squints closer as she sees and fairly large ship, the size of the Aquila, approaching behind from the smaller boats.
"Enemy approaching!" a man shouted above from the net he was hanging from. Evelence squints harder, seeing a ball reflecting from the sun to make it glow orange, charging straight at her. She wants to move, but she couldn't.
"Damn it!" she thinks to herself, trying to make the urge to move, but with all the thoughts that were coiling up, she couldn't concentrate and focus, which made her believe she couldn't perform the skills she acquired in her training. The ball was closer, almost yards away, approaching fast. It was as if time had slurred for a minute. All her memories as a child and up like a short book written, but with images. It started with her mother and father together, to his death, to her mother's death and to Connor as they trained, and to this point. It was all of the memories she adored the most, as if a book had been rewritten.
Reality comes back within her with a sudden rush inside her stomach. She closes her eyes to prepare for the embrace, yet the feeling was replaced as she felt something hover over her, ducked in a crouching position. She opens her eyes shortly after the cannon balls appeared to approach and charge at them immediately toward their ship. It was Connor. He embraced her tightly and close to his chest, preventing from any damage to interfere. She inhaled deeply as the shouting's and ranting along with the cannon balls have been replaced with silence. A high pitched noise began to ring in her ears, continuously doing so as Connor began to turn her around, scolding to her to what it seems like. She breathes heavily as she couldn't hear him. She blinks a couple of times and shakes her head, pushing Connor aside to wonder what it was that was preventing her to hear. He glares at her and starts mouthing words she could not hear. She moves her lips, yet she could not hear anything. She starts to panic, swirling around in circles until she is caught once more by Connor. He helps her stand correctly, as he observes what went wrong. Slowly, her hearing came back to normal, for she could hear more cannon balls being released from their cannons down below decks. The upper deck shook which made Evelence shake, yet she quickly gained her balance, observing Connor's expression.
"I couldn't hear," she sighs in relief, thankful she hadn't lost her hearing. "I'm alright now." She grabs ahold of Connor's shoulder, gripping him tightly for her to balance. Connor nods his head quickly, for there had to be no time wasted during this war they were about to throw themselves in. Connor pats her shoulder, ordering her to stand back and give out orders to those who are firing the cannons.
Moments after the incident, cannon balls charged at the Aquila along with the Marseillois and Saint Esprit. Their cannons were taking charge at the smallest boats for the first round. This had been their plan for this round, yet as more and more came, they continued to spread out into one circle to eliminate them all. Their cannons shifting the boat to the side as Evelence raised her voice at the top of her lungs, almost bursting them if not at this moment. The Aquila and the Marseillois had taken most of the damaged for charging head on. They intended to keep Saint Esprit safe from harm, that way the much larger ships could be dealt with, with the remaining health the Aquila had with the Marseillois.
"Take cover men!" Connor screamed against the violent waves that charged toward the Aquila, rising rapidly. The Aquila was lift by a large wave, only then to be slid down on its waves, causing a wave of water to enter the Aquila. Evelence shook her head, gripping the sides of the ship which were entirely netted, fixed all the way toward the highest sail near the crow's nest. Evelence spins around, adjusting herself as she felt the waves spray in her face. She adjusts further up the net, keeping track on whether the command by Connor was given to her. Three more were dealt with, leaving the Aquila with plentiful with health as the crew thought they'd never have. Each of the smaller boats had been dealt with causing the three ships to cheer and rant with joy, raising their fists in the air. What made it humorous to both Evelence and Connor during their victory, were the men they could hear across the waters. The victory had lifted their spirits, they could hear them singing and cheering on for their Captains for motivation. Connor raised his fist in the air, joining the crew in their victory. Evelence curled her lips into a smile, relieved victory had overcome them instead of defeat. Luckily, the Marseillois and Saint Esprit hadn't taken the sufficient damaged they'd thought they'd have. But they'd rather not jinx themselves for their first victory. This meant all three of them could take charge by spreading their distance, each dealing with another, aiding those who they were close to.
This might had been their first victory for their first round, yet there were more to come, something larger. The three larger ships entered the battlefield, immediately charging their cannon balls toward the Marseillois and the Aquila. Evelence was shot back as a wave of cannon balls immediately charged toward them, causing her to fall from the net. She grunts in pain as she twists her wrist, yet it was sufficient. She surprisingly lands on her two feet on the upper deck, which makes her even more thankful she had done what she had done. Every minute and second she had counted. If it were her last cannon ball that was thrown at her, so be it. She would surely accept it, but she would try with effort to escape the zone as soon as possible like she had done so at the very moment.
Evelence pushes herself up, quickly gaining her balance, before meeting the ground once more with the ship violently shaking as the waves increased with its height. She carefully yet quickly grabs ahold of the edge of the Aquila before she's sent flying by the waves. The sun began to cool down, yet the sky was colored by its color, glowing orange, and reflecting from her skin. Connor continues to give Mr. Faulkner and Evelence the commands he demanded. They finally reached toward the other ship that seemingly took charge at them this entire battle. For what hours, if not minutes, they had been holding their breaths, hoping that each shot that was released would count by taking a sufficient amount of damage to one another's ship instead of the significant amount of damage the Aquila had taken. Surprisingly, the Aquila had enough strength to hold itself up during their entire battle. It had been so old, yet became sufficient in order to stand and hold on its own, no matter the amount of weight it held.
At the corner of Connor's eye he spots the Saint Esprit sinking down the one out of three ships that had been circling around them for hours. The three ships, including the Aquila raised their fists in the air, celebrating another victory. They sang louder and changed the gun powder and cannon balls rapidly, suddenly giving them enough energy to have full motivation. By winning the first round along with the second, they were positive the Marseillois and Saint Esprit would survive with the other two ships that eventually would take out. They may have one, yet the question was, how much damage could they hold at this rate? From a distance they could see the edge of the Marseillois side chipped off, like a piece of wood chipped off from a large tree. Its color was distained and beaten, informing the others to move along with their side, hoping to gain some aid.
Connor grunts as his muscles begin to weaken from steering so much, constantly moving without break. Yet he hadn't come this far to give up after they have gained so much. He pushed himself further calling to half sail, siding with the Marseillois. As for Saint Esprit, she was a bit farther then the two ships. Connor grips the wheel, steadying it, preventing from spinning out of control. A spray of water enters both the Aquila and the Marseillois, washing Evelence and Connor along with their crew. She spits out water that sprayed inside her mouth. Its taste was tar and filled with gun powder from the other ships, yet remained with salt behind it all.
Evelence then squints her eyes to focus on the upcoming ship that approaches them. It might scratch the entire ship all the way through, leaving the Aquila with a large scar scratched across her side. She looks to the upcoming ship, thinking her strategy she was about to attempt. She darts her eyes around the Aquila, looking for a hook to hold unto. She then darts her eyes toward a man that was taking hold of a cannon. She quickly speaks to him, informing about the plan she attempts to make. He nods and waits until she gives him the signal. On the other hand, Connor pays attention to taking commands to Mr. Faulkner and Evelence. He then looks to his right, seeing Evelence grabbing a hook to gain her balance. With just one look, he knew exactly what she was doing. His heart accelerated as much as it had been the entire battle. He shouts, screaming against the waves that continued to increase in its height. Evelence ignores his commands and gives the sailor a 'thumbs up' to cut the rope loose. He unsheathes his blade, swinging it toward the rope and cargo that held its place. Evelence was then pulled out of the Aquila, gaining entrance toward the ship that began to slide its side against the Aquila.
The rope swings, making perfect timing for her to jump. She quickly makes haste to jump, revealing her blades to place on the two men she catches sight of. She creates a loud thud, as she hears a loud enough crack through the two men she assassinated right before the others eyes. Their sail was half broken, blocking her way toward the Captain. From behind she feels vibrates on deck, which informs her to take action before she could even look at the full crew in front of her. No matter, she takes action immediately by crouching down, avoiding the bullet that flew past her fair that flew down with her. She spins, extending her leg out for two others behind to trip. She clenches her fist and twirls to place the blades in their throats and chest multiple times before gaining back on her feet.
The ship was also rocking violently with the waves. It made it quite difficult to gain balance any other way she looked at it. Evelence then bends backward toward a British soldier who flung at her within eye level. She then rapidly slits his throat multiple times before bending backwards once more to kick one in the face that approached her. From her left side, she grabs her tomahawk that was given to her since she had begun training. Never once had she used it, due to the fact that it was Connor who did most of the damage. Though it had always been like this, she was trained by herself most of the time so she could defend herself in a case like this would occur. She then sees at the corner of her eye, a sailor circling the fight, gaining entrance from behind as the redcoats were the ones to create the diversion. She then paces herself in front of her, seeing the pole of a sail ready to fall. She jumps and kicks one foot up to jump back to where she was behind the sailor. During her flight, she locked eyes on his, never taking her eyes off of the man. She quickly races from behind, stabbing him multiple times, creating marks from her tomahawk. This was one of her techniques she has taught herself when she wasn't attending with Connor during their tasks.
It distracts their opponent, causing them to be bewildered by the performance she made. Only then will the ability of speed replace the act of confusion. He staggers to the ground, falling effortlessly. She turns around, greeted with a punch on her right cheek. She staggers back as her opponent continues to jab and kick her all around. When she takes the chance to look up, she's greeted by seeing the Captain's knife slashing her cheek, causing one large upcoming scar across her cheek. She winces in pain as she quickly moves swiftly in different directions, causing the Captain to turn and spin in different ways. The act of dizziness can affect one's aim, no matter their choice of weapon. She then jumps over one's shoulders, slitting their throats with her large blade the tomahawk had. Its feather flew swiftly and with the wind as she continued to press her attacks on the further more Redcoats that had been aboard.
Evelence manages to stop, regaining her strength from getting dizzy after the attempts she's made from twisting and jumping around. She then is pulled back by the cannon balls that were charged at the ship. She had been distracted by the fight, she hadn't had time to concentrate on the Aquila and the Saint Esprit. She then gulps down the fear she had against herself, but was soon gained as she revives herself, charging herself toward the Captain with the few Redcoats remaining at his side. Her tomahawk was blocked by his pistol, the blade inches away from his eyes. Evelence then jumps back down, blocking the fists that continuously kept charging at her. She ducked and dodged some that kept coming forth toward her until she saw at the corner of her eye, a line of the remaining four Redcoats forming a straight shot. She's quickly tumbled over as their cue to fire had been performed. During her fall, the Captain took her place, falling right into the bullets grasp. Her eyes widen as the amount of stupidity fell across the captain's forehead. She quickly shifts to the side, allowing the Captain to fall face first, letting the blood release in a pool of blood.
She sighs in relief as she's left with the only four Redcoats that remain on deck. They quiver their lips with fear which causes Evelence to chuckle, charging herself towards them starting with the man in the middle. He clutched onto his musket wincing before taking the damage. She stops herself, eyeing him from head to toe. He was short and chubby and could barely fit in the uniform he was given to reach out at sea with his fellow redcoats that fell from behind. His eyes were closed shut, prepared for the damage he was about to receive. He opened one eye to see her do nothing but stare in complete shock. She sighs in frustration, know dealing with a couple of Redcoats such as these gentleman would only waste her time, even if the ship did sink.
"W-what?" he shivers, breathing heavily as she raises an eyebrow, placing the tomahawk underneath his chin.
"You try anything you die." She demands with a darkened tone in her voice that made him stagger back, away from the Tomahawk. He nods, understanding her orders, retreating back with the Redcoats who stood back and watched as the female ordered the redcoat to stand by. Evelence then races herself toward the middle pole of the ship that held the largest sail in the entire ship. She continues to climb, pushing up with her upper strength while pulling up with her back legs. She pulls and pushes herself up in a pattern until she meets the certain part of the crow's nest ships always hated. There was a netted fish net that surrounded the bottom of the crow's nest which always seemed to frustrate Evelence in any situation. She bounces up and down gaining momentum to jump up and catches the edge of the crow's nest. She grips it tightly, allowing her feet to dangle within fifty feet below her. A large echo of booms charge within the ship she was in at the very moment. The grip she had was long gone when the ship caused her to shake with her falling on just a few inches. She was back down with the uncomfortable position around the net below the crow's nest. She grunts and winces in pain, for she pulled a muscle on her biceps.
Evelence takes a few breaths as the ship continues to rock in all directions, ready to spilt apart and sink to the bottom of the ocean. After a moment to regain her strength she gains her momentum once more, reaching her hand to the edge of the crow's nest, barely making it by a few inches. Her heart begins to accelerate from the tension that increased along with the amount of pressure that was toppled over her shoulders. Her feet were dangling five feet below ground, one mistake and she was sure to be a goner for sure. She attempts to look down as she makes sure the few Redcoats wouldn't try anything to prevent her from escaping. Instead, she finds half of them on the deck pooled in their blood, and the other two in the ocean, lying helplessly dead. Evelence takes a few breaths once more, before pulling herself up with all the energy she had left in her. With one struggled movement, she manages to pull herself up, having the momentum to stand surprisingly.
She stood up and gripped the pole that was barely inches of breaking any second. She darts her eyes around looking for the Aquila during the ocean's waters. The waters soon matched the sun's color as it continued to set, melting in the ocean. The red ocean was spread yards away, perhaps even more judging by what she saw. From every direction she could see piles of broken parts of ships or ships being sunken that have recently been defeated and beaten down. Different parts were scattered everywhere, along with men, struggling to reach the waves, yet she knew they couldn't defeat the wave's powerful force. At the corner of her eye she spots a familiar ship being sunk down along with another ship being sunk. She squints to take a closer look, observing the damage between both ships, floating on the ocean's now red waters.
It was the Marseillois! The Marseillois had been defeated in order to defeat the ship aside it. She studied the ship for a moment, observing the amount of damage it held within the battle. All around it had been holed up, torn, beaten down, and weathered. The sails were broken in all angles, allowing the water to break it into pieces, letting the waves break into more within the ship. She catches her breath to see it all, the death of many who were in that ship, fought in her name along with Connor's. They had been close to victory, yet they couldn't manage to see another day of light nor be honored by Connor. In such a victorious time, they had no other choice but to flee and float above water and lie effortlessly in the water. The ones, who have fought, are the ones who are brave. The ones, who wished to helped, will be honored within their families.
Evelence then spots the Aquila gliding its way, farther and farther out, yet she didn't know why. She glances all around, looking for Saint Esprit in the blood red ocean. She twirls around, still gripping the side of the pole as she's poured with sweat and blood that stained her skin and her new garb. She could feel her heart accelerating by the minute, knowing the Aquila would escape and Saint Esprit would drown beneath the ocean. She wipes her brow, only then to find the one ship remaining that slipped past the Aquila. The Saint Esprit! It was weathered yet it was not as sufficient and broken down compared to the Marseillois had been. She waved her hands, signaling for them to approach. She carefully jumps up and down, waving uncontrollably to get their attention yet they couldn't recognize her, due to the fact they were readying their cannons. She widens her eyes in fear as she quickly adjusts her gloves and brushes back the strands of hair that fell from her face, gripped and tearing the flag that had been on the crow's nest.
Evelence manages to take it out from its place, waving it uncontrollably as she had done with her hands, signaling it was her. For a few moments Saint Esprit did nothing but stand there in its blooded ocean. They were probably focusing on the mysterious flag that had been waved by her. Her heart beat quickens as she nods her head, knowing they know it's her. She continues to wave the flag, hoping they would soon see her. For what seemed like minutes she suddenly begins to hear low cheers as the ship was brought closer toward the ship she was in. It was reeling its way in, trusting there had been no one aboard to send loose their cannon balls. They approach from side to side as the ship's sails touched the others, meeting them together for her to climb. Evelence bents down, exhausted as her arms were, for they were about to explode from the effort she put into the fight down below with the Captain and fellow Redcoats she ran into. She hunches over, catching her breath, inhaling and exhaling the amount of breaths it took for her to gain her strength once more. The low cheers she once heard were replaced by loud roars of cheers. Evelence looked down while hunching over, observing Saint Esprit's crew from below, realizing the amount of numbers had increased from the last time she had seen them.
She eventually regains her strength and leaps over toward one sail after another, gaining entrance to the crow's nest on Saint Esprit's. She leaped once more finding herself in the middle of the crow's nest. She looks behind her, looking at the amount of damage the ship as taken, caused by the Aquila and Saint Esprit. A roar of cheers fill the entire ship, which made her seat vibrate with the amount of people who cheered. There was more than amount of people on this ship than before. In fact it could have an entire new ship with about half the people that were on Saint Esprit.
Moments later she arrived at the upper deck where possibly more the dozens had arrived on this ship. In fact, the faces she saw were recognized by the crew on Marseillois, the same ship that had been sunk, ready to be rid of and drown at the bottom of the ocean. She gawked in shock as other crew was aboard, cheering and greeting her with warm smiles and friendly handshakes. They shout her name and shake her warmly by the hand as the reel her in for one big embrace, teasing her by messing with her short hair. Through the crowd she managed to see Marquette de Lafayette aboard as captain, judging by his uniform.
"That was quite impressive of what you did, I'll admit that." His accent filled her with excitement as much as he was filled with amusement and astonishment by her choice of actions. The way his voice had fluttered in a cheerish way made her stomach flutter with excitement, knowing what she had done wasn't for nothing.
"How did you manage to bring aboard-"
"Was simple," he teased her, while hovering an arm around her shoulders as he ordered another to take the wheel on full sail.
"We were not blind by what we saw, it was nearly torn into pieces, broken and readied to give itself up due to the stage it was in."
"So therefore you decided to have a lending hand and allowed the crew on the Marseillois join with your crew, while the ship were to run into the other, I see." She nods, understanding his plan in process. During the sudden attempt she successfully made, she had not realized that in time there was enough time for them to escape. For what she thought of Marquette, annoying, she soon learned to replace the word with clever and considerate. Her life had been saved in the hands of this man. She would certainly show him her gratitude for his rescue after the battle had been won. It had surprised her to know he could move so swiftly and with haste while the waves had been severely violent.
"What of Connor?"
As if on cue she had heard whistles and cheers from up ahead which caused the men onboard to repeat in the manner they did for a far distance.
"That would be the sound of victory he has made by taking the man-of-war alone. I knew we all could count on you both." He pats her back, gifting her with a warm smile.
"I was also informed for you to meet him at the docks of New York for he is eager to wait for your return." He informed her which makes her heart flutter with joy, knowing she would meet him once again. She bites her lip, curious and anxious to meet him once more.
The battle they have fought would have met their death to many, though the few men that didn't survive were the ones who others would wave their flags in their name, though the men that had survived, which were surprisingly many, would be honored by Marquette de Lafayette himself. The battle they had fought had been the most dangerous if not difficult to achieve against than any other battle she had experienced. She grew tired and exhausted from the effort she put in throughout the hours they had suffered and experienced. To what Evelence thought the general would be a pain in her arse, she now grew a much friendlier relationship than she had with other commanders such as Commander Washington. Marquette was a man that saved her life, would give his own life to risk any situation for her life.
But what of his family? What would they say if he had died during the battle? What would be the excuse? Evelence shakes her head from the thoughts that began to coil in her head. She has earned one's trust from a man who had the potential to risk anything for another's life. The choices and tactics he made were phenomenal with a significant amount of speed if not time. Therefore, she has earned one's trust from a stranger she'd thought she never receive.
A Few Weeks Later
After what Evelence thought would be her last chapter, the last moments, hours of her life, it soon became to a glorious victory to those who survived. Luckily, there weren't many who died upon the battlefield, even she can admit the ones who had, struggled. They tried desperately to gain themselves far, knowing their motivation for their victory would increase. They were right. They did not die without cause, or without a reason. She believed everything happened for a reason, in which case, the men who gave their lives to succeed in the battle, remained in their spot no matter what they were told.
A few weeks later there still had been no return of Connor, which made her believe after the waves that had been so violent, there were more to come in his return. Like her return, it had some struggles, yet they managed, knowing they were only a few miles closer than they had thought. Marquette safely guided her home, back to Homestead to speak with Achilles. She thanked him and told her that he was to be there by her side along with Connor's if they require any more assistance from him. Evelence agrees to his terms if the time came, but right at this very moment, they would have to travel to New York as Connor had asked them.
From what they have informed Evelence, the sailors who were aiding Connor into battle at sea, say he took down the Man-of-War alone which made her believe the Admiral would have mistook the boy in the costume to a real hero. Lafayette did not exaggerate when he spoke of his abilities before they asked for their aid, helping them join into battle to earn their trust with one another. And to the admiral's promise, the two ships now becoming one would be at Connor's command. From what Marquette and Connor had been discussing down in the basement, after the Man-of-War was defeated, he were to order five ships entering New York's harbor, flying British flags, infiltrating Fort George. But it was too well-guarded. The Cannon fire will breach its walls, and scatter its guards. Therefore, the ship with the French flag would never get near. That is when Evelence and Connor will light a signal fire when it was time for them to attack.
Evelence was on her Black Mane, scouting for Connor and the Aquila he brought on the docks of New York. It had been weeks since her return, due to the weather climates, causing Saint Esprit to change its course in direction. Through the waves and over up until they arrived at Davenport, everything seemed well as they sailed smoothly in. But no matter, she was curious to know how his travels were with him. Perhaps their change of course didn't go as planned like her travels did. She continues to tread along the less heavy guarded areas of New York around the docks, continuously searching for Connor along with the Aquila. Towards the ends of the isles that were aligned with ships filled with cargo, she found a ship that had been weathered, torn, and almost broken to the point it needed repairing for the damages it had faced. Turns out, by observing it more closely, it had been the Aquila if not for its color, navy blue. She dismounted her horse as her heart fluttered with excitement, overjoyed to know her friend had traveled safely, ignoring the waves that toppled over the ship.
Turning to meet the edge of the ship, she saw Connor with his hood back off, speaking with Mr. Faulkner as they spoke of the return of the Aquila that would soon be in its proper place to be repaired by the time he had returned from his travels. He nods his head towards Mr. Faulkner as he released his hand from his shoulder, escaping the ship and out of the docks, focusing his eyes on his surroundings. He then stops and focuses his eyes toward Evelence, gifting her with a warm smile spread across his face, knowing his friend would return safely. Evelence's heart accelerates, yet tries to control her breath takes per second.
"Accept it." Were the words that were running in her mind at the moment. Evelence then observes his clothing for a moments as he had been cleansed, free from the blood stains that sprayed across his garb along with his hooded jacket, for she was still stained which made the Redcoats stare cautiously, observing the uniform she wore. Her cheek had been scared on the right side of her face, thankfully it didn't scratch her entire right side, a scratch it must've looked like as she rummaged her finger against the scar before she entered New York. Her hair had been surprisingly straight, instead of its natural stage of being wavy. No matter, she allowed her strands of hair tickle her neck as the wind brushed past through her hair from all the sweat and blood that had stained her. She was in perfect condition now with her strength wise. She had enough stamina to walk, run, and perform difficult tasks she had done at the Bay.
Evelence allowed the rush of wind blow as she started sprinting towards Connor, her chest meeting his as she wrapped her arms around his neck, causing him to stagger, yet gaining his balance as he makes haste to balance them both by wrapping his arms around her waist, clutching on to her. She buried her face on his shoulder as tears of joy started to cascade down her cheeks, while she stood on her toes to meet his height. Connor chuckles as he stands there for a minute clutching to her tightly by the embrace he received from her. For what seems like hours, they stood there as Connor rubbed her back in circles, comforting her as they returned from the glorious battle they succeeded in. A few weeks to her felt like a year without seeing him, or hearing from him. She had truly missed him, even if it had been a few weeks. What mattered most was them surviving through the worst part they've ever experienced, especially the stunt she pulled off in order to achieve their goals.
Connor chuckles a bit more as he breaks the embrace, glancing toward her face, observing the damage she experienced during their battle at the Bay. He wipes away her tears of joy, grinning by her choice of actions, while rummaging his thumb against the scar that had been marked on her.
"It's nothing," she chuckles as she wipes her own tears, struggling to speak.
"The scar will remain, though you are sure it does not bother you?"
"I don't mind it, matters could be worse." She chuckles a bit more, grinning into a warm smile as he begged for another hug, embracing her tightly from the last time he had embraced her. Connor then opens his eyes, to see the French he had once helped, approach the embrace. Connor looks to Evelence as he breaks the embrace, then glancing toward the French.
"You have returned I see," he seemed a bit overexcited than Evelence was. Connor then took a step forward, placing a hand in front of Evelence for her to remain.
"And who is this?" his eyebrows jump up and down, eager to meet her.
"She is my ally, now I assume everything is in place?" his brows furrow by the interruption he made. The man seemed startled as he nods his head with please, knowing Connor would be pleased, yet he wouldn't be praised as he had been hoping for.
"Of course!" Lafayette awaits you and your ally inside the tunnels beneath the city." He informs the instructions to Connor with haste, for he had made the amount of speed to deliver the news at the right time he had returned. Connor nods his head, understanding the information he was given, only then to be glancing back to Evelence. She treads her way by his side as she sighs in relief, knowing where they were headed.
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