For six years, Sirius stayed a prisoner on Sevii Island in the minimum-security wing, separated from the captured Nocturne agents, murderers, and rapists that were monitored by the Dusknoir.

He did not care for lengthening his sentence to keep the others in line, or ending up in the dungeons where the Ghosts dwelled, and stayed apart from all others as penance for his failure that Halloween night.

But then two new arrivals came, Kent and Marie, an older couple that had endeared themselves to him with their honesty.

No one knew why husband and wife were in Sevii, what crime they had committed, not even their last names…

Until the day Jack Kenway stormed the island.

A Tyranitar burst through the stone walls to grant his trainer access, guards having long fallen in the wake of their fury, while Jonas and Claire commanded a pair of Aggron and a Dragonite to continue the assault elsewhere.

But Jack entered the dining hall where his parents were held, and confronted a frazzled Warden Yorrick alone.

"Stay back!"

"Or what? Please, tell me what grave dangers I now face. I'm so very interested to hear what threats you wish to issue. I know people always speak of courage and valor, but without strength to back them up, such bravado is rather sad."

Two guards tried to attack the man, but ended up on the ground, choking through a collapsed throat or gurgling through a bloody pulp that had once been a face at his hands.

"You could have laid down your weapon." Jack informed them almost sadly, face hidden by his hood. "You could have gone home, married your sweetheart, had several kids, and died in your armchair an old man. But you had to be bold, didn't you? You threw your life away trying to attack that which is simply beyond you. Tell the devil Jack Kenway sends his regards."

And Sirius watched as the guards' cries were silenced forever, closing his eyes from the horror.

"You monster!"

"Monster?" The Kenway replied playfully, eyes cold and hard. "If I'm a monster, then I'm in rather good company. Isn't that right, Mumik?"

His Donphan let out a trumpeting call at that.

"You think this was murder, warden? No, that was a lesson. Don't come at me unless you're ready to pay the final price. I come at you prepared for the same. Azog, if another guard tries something stupid like that again, vaporize them."

His Tyranitar nodded in agreement.

"Now that? That will be murder."

Sirius thought that Jack was more like a Pokemon than a man, more like his own Padfoot than a human, as he stalked towards Warden Yorrick.

"How many men have rotted in this damn place because of your greed? I know all about you, Phillip Yorrick. I know how you've lined your pockets with the blood money of the most vile and corrupt men and women in this world. How many innocents have you allowed to be held here? How many have been tortured under your care purely because they had made enemies of the powerful? You turned this prison into a house of horrors and used it to line your pockets, and then…and then, you dared to throw my father, my mother, in here? It ends now. The coins that you have fought so hard to get will be the weights I use to sink you to the bowels of hell!"

The warden collapsed with a low, guttural moan.

"Jonas!"

Jonas Kenway entered then, sword wet with blood, with a pair of guards.

"Sevii is ours. The lower cells have been secured by Tyrone, and the remaining guards that refused to surrender were slain by Claire. Vixen is antsy, though. She wanted more bloodshed."

"Then give it to her. Take this piece of filth and march him to the top of the battlements! I want all of Kanto to see him swing."

"You hear that, kids? We're going to have a hanging tonight!"

Cheers rose up from humans and Pokemon alike, and Jack reunited with his parents as the warden was dragged away, revealing the man hidden under that hood.

"We have much to discuss." Jonas prodded calmly. "What do we do with the prison now?"

"The guards that surrendered will not be harmed. They were smart, and will be rewarded with their lives. Those that fought us will be gathered until we can determine if any of them fought for honor rather than to protect their secrets. That will determine how long they get to live."

"And the prisoners?"

"There are good men here." Kent Kenway voiced, placing a hand on Sirius' shoulder. "Sirius was a friend to us, and helped us when he could."

"Then I owe him a debt I look forward to paying."

After a moment of hesitation, Sirius clasped Jack's offered hand with his own.

In those last months of the Johto/Kanto war, Sirius fought alongside the rebels for their freedom, adjusting to this new warfare that was so different from the ambush tactics of Team Nocturne.

Here, the battles lasted for hours, potions tossed about quickly until both trainer and Pokemon were down.

"In war, you cannot worry about your foe. If they surrender, then you show them mercy, but for those that refuse to bend to you, they must be wiped away. It does no good to march forward if you leave knives to stab you behind your back."

The last battle, before Jack would finally confront his once-friend Lance Blackthorn and decide the fate of their regions, saw Sirius with the Kenway brothers, celebrating.

"Sevii has done well on its own, but I need someone I trust running it."

"And that's you."

Even with the simple J tattooed on his inner wrist, Sirius had been skeptical.

"Before you crack wise, I would remind you that you were given chances to leave by the warden, but didn't want to. You stayed. I understand why, Sirius, and I never expected you to go home. I suggest this only because I think it would help you, give you a place to go and a task to do, so you don't wander off and die in a desert somewhere."

And Sirius knew this was true, had been planning just that, and realized that neither Johto nor Avalon could be home, not with the weight of his memories.

So Sevii it was.