Victory Goddess: I know! I really picture Haytham and Connor being really similar, but not wanting to admit it XD They are just so stubborn! But yes, the Kenway family is NOT one to be messed with. Thank you :)
edgaryg: Azjeohaugh what am I supposed to say? Once again you leave me speechless. But no, not an ending yet, they'll go out with more of a bang than that! hehehe :D But don't worry, I get even more crazy over some things! I know what it's like! Thank you so so so muuuuuch :3
MsNevermind: Thank you my lovely wife! :3 As long as Eleanor is by his side, Haytham will always be alright :)
Amy122: Thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying it :) If you ever start your own, let me know! The world needs more Haytham fics :D
AssassinsVow2012: Aww thank you :3 I try not to let it bother me! Yeah poor Haytham... I didn't want him to leave the Templars and be happy about it because it wouldn't be very realistic. It's his whole life, of course he'll be affected by it! Thank you again :3
Elfas: I'm truly honoured that you made an account just to be able to review! Thank you so much! It makes me so happy to know that I can write what you've been searching for. I know the feeling, and it's so frustrating when you can't find it! Thank you so much :3 And I hope you're feeling better now!

It seems this story will have 26 chapters in total, maybe 27. So... We're nearing the end, unfortunately. But I've got a few more cards up my sleeve so don't worry!
A lot of this chapter is in 3rd person because 1) I need to develop the Connor/Nora thing because otherwise it would be a bit weird. 2) It gives an insight to how they are both feeling because, as neither of them are main protagonists in this story yet extremely important, I need to explain how they feel about certain things to justify their character/choices/words/etc. And 3) I just love them together :3 But it was a pain in the arse to write...

A year later, in February 1777, Nora awoke at dawn to the sounds of roosters. She stretched and yawned, slipping on her clothes and made her way down to the kitchen for some breakfast and found the native already there. " Good morning! " She sung happily.

" Good morning. " He replied calmly, smiling softly to her. He didn't often smile, he was always so serious. He was just like Haytham in that sense, they both hid behind masks. Nora regretted that a little, often wanting to swing her arms around Connor's large frame but knew that he didn't like it. But she was desperate to do so, because he was the only man she had ever met to deserve any affection. He may have been naïve, but he was idealistic, he was a dreamer just as she was. He always saw the good in people, and expected everyone to do good.

And that's also the reason that Connor liked her. He had often thought himself alone in his dream of peace and justice, thought he would never find anyone who thought as he did. But this girl had arrived in his life, followed him around with her charming smile and her happy laugh, always telling stories of heroes and fantasy stories of love and peace. At first he had thought her mad, that she was naïve and that her dreaming would get her killed, but he soon discovered that her dreams were what motivated her. And when he had learnt about her past, about loosing her parents and travelling the world, he realised that she dreamt to escape her life. And he recognised himself in that, he did the same. " I thought we might seek out Robert Faulkner today to scan the coast for pirates. " He suggested, munching on an apple.

" I can't, I'm sorry. " She frowned. " I have to go home, I promised Eleanor and Haytham that I would spend my birthday with them this year. " She explained, not entirely thrilled about it. She hated getting older.

" You deserve a little celebration, I hope you enjoy your time with your family, you are lucky to have one. " Connor smiled, genuinely happy for her.

" You have one as well. " She protested. " Haytham is your father, not mine. " She crossed her arms over her chest, deciding that she wanted him to go with her. She hated hearing Connor insult the man when she had nothing but admiration for the man. He may have sided with the bad guys, but he was soft, caring and protective. He had taken her into his own home and cared for her as his own daughter, and she loved him, maybe not as a father but certainly as an uncle. He was family to her.

" But he is was a Templar. It is his fault my mother is dead, his fault my village is - " He started getting angry, but stopped immediately when he saw the look on Nora's face. She always smiled, her eyes bright with excitement and adventure yet she now looked at him with a darkness he had never seen. She didn't even need to snarl at him to know that he was in the wrong.

" Haytham did none of that. " She warned him. " You don't even know him. You're coming with me and you're going to sit down and talk to him about it, is that clear? " She threatened him. She refused to let this hatred go on for any longer. She had had enough of it, it was stupid and childlike. His father was still alive and she would forever envy him for it. He may not be the best man for the job, considering they were enemies, but at least he was there. It was more than what she had.

Connor swallowed hard, wanting to argue but knowing that she meant business. He didn't want to loose his best friend over an argument, and realised that talking to his father might be a good idea.

They arrived in Virginia a week later and made their way to the Kenway Homestead by horse. Connor was growing nervous about it, wondering what was going to happen exactly. Nora was become exited though, hiding her smile as she rode ahead of her friend, imagining Connor and Haytham hugging each other and making a happy family. It would be good, she decided, Connor needed a family.

They left their horses at the stables not far from the mansion and they both grew nervous. How would everyone react to Connor's presence? She opened the front door slowly and found little Jim sitting on the floor playing with his soldiers, his twelve-year-old face screwed up as he thought long and hard at how he would attack the army opposite his. He looked up as soon as he heard the door shut, his long unkempt ginger hair falling around his round face and a large smile appeared on his face when he recognised his sister. " Nora! " He exclaimed, standing up to hug the blonde girl. " Mama said you wouldn't be back until the end of the week, she'll be so glad! "

Nora smiled, ruffling his hair as his large blue eyes looked up at her. " I missed you! " She smiled, kissing him on his forehead as he looked around at the tall, muscular native that stood in the doorway, his long white and blue robes making him look intimidating, but the young Kenway didn't care, he was used to seeing intimidating men so he did what he always did and puffed his chest out, extending his hand as he greeted the newcomer.

" Jim Kenway. " He nodded, trying to be a man which caused Nora to puff out laughing.

" Connor. " The native answered, shaking his hand after looking at it hesitantly.

" Jim! " Another woman's voice was heard from upstairs. " Who are you talking to? Mother said not to let strangers in! "

" It's me you idiot! " Nora called up, rolling her eyes and winking to Connor as he frowned. Jim grinned as he looked up at his older brother, admiring how tall and muscular he was. Jim decided then and there that he wanted to be just like that when he was older. The girl from upstairs came rushing down and Connor froze when he saw her, her long black hair and large blue eyes making her look exactly like her father. But as she flung her arms around Nora, he also saw a lot of Eleanor in her features, her round face and fair skin different from Haytham's.

" It's nice to see you sister. " She said, smiling at Nora. " Who is this? " She asked, turning to Connor with her hands on her hips. She certainly had her father's no nonsense attitude.

" This is Connor. Connor, this is my sister, Mary Kenway. " Nora introduced them, and again Connor shook hands with a Kenway. He was beginning to feel unsure about himself, realising that he didn't just have a father, but a half-sister and a half-brother. As he looked at Mary, he realised that they both had the same nose and jaw line. There was no doubt about it, they were siblings.

" It's a pleasure to meet you. " Mary smiled politely, grabbing her skirt to curtsy. " I have heard much about you. It's nice to finally put a face to the name. "

Connor nodded, feeling rather awkward as he didn't know what to say. It seemed they all knew exactly who he was and all greeted him gladly, with no hatred or resentment, as if he was perfectly welcome there. That was certainly something he wasn't expecting.

" Mother and Father are visiting Charlie. " Mary continued, looking sad. " I'm afraid he's ill. "

Nora's face fell and she nodded. She liked Charlie a lot, he had always been a sort of grandfather figure to her even though he used to scare her when she was young. He was always a loud person, laughing and drinking ale, his great booming voice easily heard over everyone else's. But he was old now, everyone had gotten old and she once again hated that she had come home to celebrate another year passing. What was the point of it all when it meant a year closer to death?

She grabbed Connor's hand and pulled him into the living room, situated at the back of the house behind the staircase. It was large, warm room with red wallpaper and a soft beige carpet, the roaring fire giving the room a warm glow. But what caught Connor's attention was the huge painting set above the fireplace. A painting depicting the people who lived in the house - Haytham standing at the back, looking proud as he wrapped an arm around Eleanor as she smiled brightly, her ginger hair in a mess as she held onto baby Jim, who couldn't have been more than a few months old at the time. Then came Mary, who stood proudly in front of her father with a warm smile on her face, and Nora who was sitting on the floor, winking at the painter. It was the perfect image of the family, everyone portrayed just as they were and it triggered an unusual feeling in the pit of Connor's stomach. Was it jealousy?

But before he could react, the front door opened and he could hear Eleanor and his father speaking softly to each other, followed by footsteps upstairs. He looked over to Nora who straightened her posture just as Haytham entered the living room, dressed only in his white shirt, red overcoat and white trousers. He still had a smile on his face but his face fell when his eyes fell upon his son. He shot a confused look to Nora who quickly stepped between the two men. " I thought it was time you two got to know each other properly. " She explained quickly. " Haytham, this is Ratonhnhaké:ton. Connor, this is your father. "

The two men stared at each other defyingly, neither of them ready to concede and she inwardly groaned. Why did they have to be so proud? It was annoying, truly. But luckily the tension was broken when Eleanor came into the room, wearing a long white dress, her feet bare on the floor as she hummed to herself, not even noticing the assassin until she realised how quiet it was. She looked up to her husband, and then realised that Connor was there and her eyes widened. " Connor! I never expected to see you in my home! " She exclaimed, pulling herself together. " It's good to see you, how have you been? " She asked, nudging her husband in the stomach to make him stop glaring at his son. She wanted them to get along as much as Nora did, but for different reasons. Haytham had as little family as she did until they met, and refused to let the relationship between Haytham and Connor continue in the same path just because they used to be enemies. For heaven's sake, she was an assassin and she ended up marrying the man, so she knew perfectly well that it was possible, even more so now that he had left the Templar order. Not that the others knew yet, but that was something else.

" I am good, thank you. " Connor replied politely. He liked Eleanor, or at least respected her. Nora had often told him tales of her life and he had come to see her not as a Templar's wife, but as an independent woman who fought for justice just as Nora did. " I am sorry to hear of your friend's illness. " He replied softly.

Eleanor smiled sadly, appreciating the gesture. She didn't want to think too much about Charlie, lying in his bed, his face pale and sunken. Instead she focused on Connor's face, still marvelling at how much he looked like her husband. She then looked from one to the other, effectively comparing them and she bit her lip. " Mary, Jim, come and stand here please. " She asked her children, who frowned deeply but obeyed nonetheless, standing between Haytham and Connor. Eleanor crossed her arms over her chest and nodded. " Haytham, I hate you right now. " She then decided.

" What? What have I done? " He frowned, completely confused at his wife's antics.

" Your children look more like than like me. " She huffed unhappily.

Haytham chuckled deeply, taking Connor by surprise as he looked from him to Eleanor as his father wrapped his arms around her waist. " What do you think that means? " He asked her.

" That you've somehow monitored their conception so that everyone knows they are yours. " She blamed him, pouting like a child and Haytham laughed again.

" You're only jealous. " He winked, teasing her as he turned to look at his children. " Mary please start the dinner. Jim, for god's sake, brush your hair! And… Connor. Please sit down, I think we have some talking to do. " He ordered them all around and Nora felt relieved. It seemed like it was going to go smoothly and she grinned happily, kissing the man on the cheek to thank him. Eleanor winked to her husband as she followed Mary into the kitchen to help with dinner, and Jim muttered to himself under his breath. He hated brushing his hair, it was so boring and it hurt!

To say that Connor had been surprised when he spoke to his father was an understatement. He had not realised that his father was a compassionate man who loved his family greatly, and he finally understood why Nora cared for him. He realised that he didn't know his father as well as he had thought and found himself thinking that maybe Nora had been right all of these years, that maybe he was a good man after all. Whenever Haytham spoke about his children or his wife, Connor noticed that his eyes lit up, that his lips easily turned upwards into a smile, and it softened Connor's heart. Although they had worked together to save Eleanor, they hadn't had a proper conversation. Yet now he felt his heart lighten, his hatred and resentment lift as he realised that his father was not the monster he thought.

Dinner time was something completely different to what Connor had expected. As Nora was home, Eleanor had decided to invite Khan and his family over, so the dining room was full - Haytham, Mary, Nora, Jim, Eleanor, Khan, Nakoma and Romulus and Remus, and Connor felt small in the middle of them all as they chatted and laughed together. But he was glad to have come. Once he got used to all the people around him, he relaxed and actually enjoyed himself. Khan and he got on very well and they spoke a lot about their villages and the native people they both knew. He also liked to watch Romulus, Remus and Jim play together, they reminded him of himself when he was younger before his mother died and everything went wrong. Even Mary accepted him happily. She had been weary of him at first, watching his every movement with calculating eyes as she sat opposite him. But when she realised that Haytham held nothing against Connor, Mary calmed down and opened up, trying to get to know him. She had always wanted an older brother, someone to look up to and protect her. Connor may have been completely different, a stranger almost, but he was a Kenway. Kenways stuck together.

Connor even realised that Nora had been right, his father was a good man. Watching Haytham interact with his wife, with his children and with his friends, Connor realised that his father was not the vicious, calculating, evil tyrant he thought he was, but quite the opposite. And he realised why his mother had fallen for him, because he really could be charming when he wanted to, his smile bright and warming, but always more heartfelt when he smiled at his wife.

Haytham gazed around at his family - Eleanor, Jim, Mary, Nora, and even Connor - he realised just how much he had changed thanks to Eleanor. After he had learnt about Reginald Birch's betrayal, after Jim Holden died, he grew angry inside. He hid it well, and after a few months it didn't show at all. But it burnt deep inside, desperate to claw it's way out and unleash itself on the world. He was angry at Birch, angry at his sister Jenny, but most of all he had been angry at himself. He had pushed through it, and for a while he thought he would manage to survive the shock. But when his relationship with Eleanor ended, and when she disappeared off the face of the earth he spiralled, falling deeper and deeper into bitterness and heartlessness. He no longer had Eleanor's smile to light up his day, no longer had her soft touch and tenderness to make him feel alive. He was left alone, and he had convinced himself that he didn't feel anymore. He grew colder, harsher, meaner. He no longer cared who was innocent and who wasn't - if they were in his way, they would die. He had grieved for the man he had once been, but he found solace in the very acts he had been horrified by as a young man.

But when he came across Eleanor once again four years later, he felt like he had awoken from a nightmare. When his eyes first came across hers again, he almost fell apart, the realisation of what he had become smacking him in the face. Where he had fallen into darkness, she had pulled herself upwards and built a family around her, and she had never shined so brightly. It was at that moment that he realised that nothing was more important to him than she was. She retained his humanity, she was the most wonderful, beautiful, perfect thing that the world had ever seen and nothing would come in between them ever again.

" Haytham? " He snapped out of his thoughts when his wife called his name a few hours later, ushering him upstairs to bed where he would happily wrap his arms around her once more and wish he never had to let go. " Come on, we can deal with the washing up in the morning. " She smiled. He smiled back and gladly took her hand, letting her pull him up to bed where he would wrap his arms around her and tell her how much he loved her.

Eleanor's POV

The 23rd of February 1777 was an extremely sad day for us all. Our good friend Charlie had passed away. We had lost a dear friend, someone who had stuck by our side for twenty years. It was funny to think back to when I had first met him, when he had still been but a beggar living on the streets. Even then he had been a joyous, loud man who had been more than happy to help. A chance meeting that had led to a good, solid friendship, and it was hard to accept his passing. We buried him on the cliffs, facing the rising sun and the large, open water. Catherine was devastated, her face dark and solemn and she barely spoke anymore. Deep down, I knew she wouldn't survive long without her husband and it broke my heart to see her in such a state.

In early march, Mary came to speak to Haytham and I about travelling to France. She was seventeen and had already learnt everything she could from us, but it wasn't enough. She wanted to travel, she wanted to experience other things. At first I had refused, not wanting to let my daughter go so far without me, but Haytham had backed her up. He reminded me that he and I were both barely over ten years old when we were left to our own devices, so I conceded. We had decided that Kevin would take her to France. As he was an excellent fighter, and excellent sailor and also spoke French as his mother tongue, I trusted no one better with her life and in April I waved goodbye as my daughter and one of my best friends disappeared into the distance, heading for France. It was hard for both Haytham and I, but we knew it was what Mary wanted.

Our home was now so much emptier. We only had Jim left, and he was starting to beg us for more adventures. He wanted to grow up as well, watching all his siblings travel and fight made him want to do so as well. But he was only twelve, he was too young to go out on his own. I couldn't stay at home any longer though. It hurt too much to walk around, watching Catherine mourn her husband, finding Kevin's house empty and cold, and walking past Mary and Nora's quiet, abandoned rooms every night. That's when I decided to gather a crew and board the Warrior Princess, taking to the seas once again. I had dearly missed it and felt at home as soon as my hands gripped the helm. My ship was still as beautiful as ever, having been used by Nora on a dozen occasions. But now I stood proudly at the helm, with Haytham on my right and Khan on my left, ready to blow up some ships. We had left the homestead under Nakoma's command as she was more than happy to be a housewife. She enjoyed having a quiet life after so many years of battle. But Jim had grinned like a madman when he found out we were leaving and had sprinted on board the ship to stand in front of me at the helm, wanting me to teach him everything I knew.

We travelled south towards the Caribbean, enjoying the feel of the wind in our hair and the freedom of the open sea. We narrowed down a wanted pirate ship around Cuba and after a long, tiring sea battle, the ship exploded and immediately started to sink. Haytham seemed perfectly at ease as he ordered my men around to put the ship back in order - two cannons had been rendered useless and we had a gaping hole in the left side of the ship's hull. I set sail north and we docked a day later in the small Spanish town of Miami where we had to stay for three weeks whilst the ship was under repair.

" Bloody pirates. " Haytham complained as he looked out at the sea, his grey hair shining under the midday sun. " They should be extinct. "

" Watch it! " I growled, playfully slapping his arm. " Technically I was a pirate during those years we spent apart. Should I be extinct? "

He frowned heavily as he turned his gaze to look at me, and took my face in his hands. " If anyone tries to lay a finger on you, they will be the ones to be extinct. " He spoke gravely, his voice still bringing butterflies to my stomach after all these years.

" Watch it lovers. " Khan's laughing voice broke us apart as he came to stand between us, wrapping an arm around our shoulders. Haytham frowned again but made no attempt to brush the native's arm off his shoulders. " So, we're stuck here for three weeks in the company of the Spanish. " He sighed heavily. " How about we taste the local alcohol? "

A grin spread across my lips as I looked up at the smirking native. " Good idea. "

" It is barely midday! " Haytham protested as I wrapped my arm around Khan's as we started making our way into town. " Hardly the time to get drunk. "

" Oh live a little! " I shouted over my shoulder, giggling as I saw him sigh heavily and follow us. After all these years, Haytham's jealousy over Khan had finally subsided and I could now hug my friend as much as I wanted without my husband getting annoyed. In fact the two men were very close, often spending evenings together outside when they thought I was asleep. I watched them out of my window and often saw them laughing and drinking whilst they played chess or card games. But they also had serious talks whenever something went wrong and did them both a lot of good to have each other. After all, neither of them had ever really had a male friend in their lives, only women, so they clung onto each other for some 'man to man' chats. Even though they still made out they hated each other to everyone else. It was their little game.

The sky was grey and fog was covering the ocean making it impossible to see very far. I was having trouble keeping the helm in the right position, the sea pushing hard against the hull, and my crew had to duck now and then to protect themselves from the waves that crashed onto the deck. " Sailing through this fog isn't the best idea you've ever had my dear! " Haytham laughed as he came to stand beside me, his hair flying around in the wind.

" You wanted an adventure! " I laughed back, groaning as the helm escaped my grip and started turning to the left. Haytham helped me and with our combined strengths we managed to hold on.

" I think this is fun! " Jim smiled, his eyes wide with excitement. Ever since his feet had led him onto my ship, he had become another boy. He was so happy, so excited all the time. Everything pleased him, no matter how hard or gruesome it was. I was proud of him, proud that my son loved the open ocean as much as I did.

" Ship ahead! " One of my men cried.

" Ready the cannons! " I shouted, narrowing my eyes to make out the small shape of a ship through the dark. It was heading straight towards us and I knew we had a battle on our hands.

I steered the Warrior Princess straight at the ship, deciding to take them head on. If I could I would hit the ship with the naval ram and give us the advantage. But as we grew nearer the ship started to turn away from us and I knew I wouldn't be able to do that. " Get ready to fire! " I called out to my men, looking out to my right as I waited for the right moment to shoot. But the enemy was faster and bright lights flickered in the distance, accompanied by the sounds of canon shots. " Get down! " I shouted, ducking as I did so. Luckily most of the shots fell either into the high waves or went straight over the deck so there was barely any damage. As soon as the attack was over, I stood up, made sure the ship was still parallel to mine and shouted " Fire! ".

" Who the hell are they? " Haytham cried to my left.

" English I think. " Khan appeared from behind him. " They have more cannons than we do, you must be careful. "

" Aren't I always? " I laughed, spinning the helm in my hands as I attempted to bring us nearer to the other ship. Khan only raised his eyebrows before he dashed back onto the deck to tie up one of the ropes that had come undone. " Ready? " I called out to my men, who answered with a hearty 'aye'. " Fire! " I shouted, and once again the cannons shot at the ship. I could see several gaping holes in it's hull and I grinned to myself just as they shot their own cannons in reply. I ducked again, this time their shot inflicting a little more damage to the Warrior Princess but nothing of note.

" Captain, their gun powder is visible! " One of my African sailors called out to me. " Shall I shoot at it with the swivel gun and blow them sky high? "

I nodded to him, winking as I did so, and turned the helm to bring us even closer so that our ships were only about fifty feet apart and I could see all the men bustling about like ants. " Fire at will! " I called to him and he immediately shot. He was perfectly on target and the ship immediately blew up, igniting the front of the ship with a roaring fire and I laughed loudly. " Good shot! "

" There's no time to celebrate, more ships over there! " Haytham told me, putting a hand on my shoulder as he pointed to the other side.

I looked out and there was indeed what seemed like a whole fleet of ships heading towards us. Luckily though, most of them were small vessels that we could easily blow up with the swivel guns, but there were also three large ships. I swallowed hard, knowing this was going to be extremely difficult. " Mama, why are they shooting at each other? " Jim asked, pointing towards them. I focused my eye sight and made out flickers of light as the cannons shot. They were indeed fighting amongst themselves, two of the large ships fighting against the other large one and all the smaller ones.

" I have no idea, son. " I shook my head, unsure of what to do. " Let's get closer. " I turned the helm and slowly guided us towards the fighting ships. " One of the ships is called the Belladonna. " Haytham told me, looking through his spy glass. " And the other… Aquila. " He frowned.

" The Aquila? " I laughed. " No way! "

" You know of it? " He asked, looking at me as I grinned.

" It's Connor's ship. " I nodded. " Let's give them a hand! Get ready to fire! " I called out to the men as I set course for one of the small ships, intending to ram them and fire at the larger ship at the same time. As we passed the Aquila, I saw Connor at the helm and Nora standing beside him, waving at us. I waved back for a second until I realised that the helm was spinning uncontrollably and I panicked, throwing myself back onto it to set us back on course.

" You idiot. " Haytham scoffed.

" Shut up. " I spat. " Fire! " I called again as we rammed yet another small ship. With the Aquila and the Belladonna, we made quick work of the ships but then, when there was only one left, the Belladonna was struck, it's masts broken as the other ship circled it. I frowned, preparing to sink it, but then noticed that the Aquila was firing chain shots at it. " They mean to board! "

" Why? " Khan asked as he came to join us. The sun was starting to pierce through the fog and I could see he was covered in oil, his shirt soaking wet.

" I have no idea. Let's find out. " I winked just as the Aquila broke the ship's mast. I steered us straight towards the Aquila, intending to come alongside her to have words with Connor and Nora when they were done. By the time we did so, Connor and Nora were just coming back onto the Aquila, their business on the Man of War finished. I wriggled my eyebrows at Nora, indicating Connor's naval outfit that suited him very well, and she blushed almost immediately, making me break out into a huge grin as I jumped down onto their deck, as the Aquila was smaller than the Warrior Princess.

" Hey princess! " I cried as I wrapped my arms around her.

" Stop calling me that. " She frowned as she pulled away and hugged Haytham.

" What did the captain tell you? " I heard someone call from behind me, and I looked over my shoulder to see a man a couple of years older than me, wearing expensive naval clothing, possibly Connor's first mate.

" Nicholas Biddle led them here. He set - " Connor started but was then distracted, taking out his spy glass to look out to sea. I couldn't see anything with my own eyes. " The Randolph. " He said darkly, turning to Nora who nodded.

" Get to quarters! " She shouted to the men of her ship, the bell ringing immediately.

" What in the devil is going on? " Haytham asked, every bit as confused as I.

" Biddle is a Templar. " Nora told us. " He's been attacking the patriot's ships so that congress believes they do not have enough. "

" Then he needs to be taken care of. " I nodded, starting back to my ship. " We'll be with you. You know how I work. "

" No. " Connor cut me off, making both Haytham and I turn to him. " The Belladonna is incapacitated and vulnerable. We cannot leave her. We will find Biddle another time. "

" Ratonhnhaké:ton! " Nora whined, waving her hand out to sea. " He must be stopped! "

" Another time Nora. " He answered, his voice soft as he looked at her with kind, loving eyes. I smirked to myself as I watched the two interact. Every time I saw them, they seemed closer. Connor didn't strike me as the kind of person to engage in physical affection, yet he let Nora close to him.

" So what do we do now? " Haytham asked, breaking the moment up between them.

" We escort the Belladonna to her destination. " Connor told him. " Will you come with us? "

" Of course. " I nodded, taking hold of Haytham's hand to pull him back towards our ship. " We shall inform our crew. Set sail, we'll be behind you. "

" Thank you. " Connor smiled slightly, nodding to both Haytham and I. It seemed the two men were finally started to be civil towards each other, something that was further confirmed when Haytham smiled back to his son. I winked to Nora as she too had noticed the interaction and she giggled as she wrapped an arm around Connor's waist, kissing him on the cheek. I grinned, glad to see that the two were so close.

" Prepare to set sail! " I called as I pulled myself up onto the Warrior Princess. " We escort the Belladonna and then hunt down the Randolph. "

" Aye, aye, Captain! " My crew answered happily, before relaying the order to those who didn't hear. Khan and Jim waved to Nora just as the Aquila overtook us, sailing much faster than us, while the Belladonna slowly followed. I was exited to be on a naval mission with Nora. She was becoming more of a friend than a daughter, which is how it should have been. I knew Mary and Edmund would have been proud of her, raising herself in the world as she had.