"So the mission was an ambush set up by the Templars?" Achilles asked Kenway in the lowest voice he could muster, and his captain nodded.

"Dubreton set me up - he was waiting for me to show myself."

"And what of our former contact?"

"I shall have to deal with him later. Now is not the time." Kenway said, and snuggling deeper into the crook of Achille's forearm with his legs slung over his claws, he asked, "So… what's for breakfast?"

"I believe it is to be the same rations as before." Achilles answered, and Kenway groaned audibly as his stomach rumbled - not in anticipation, but in muter fear for its well-being.

"In that case, I will have to go hunting to supplement our food." Kenway sighed as he climbed out of the cook of the dragon's leg, and Achilles watched as he left with his bow in hand, quiver slung over his back.

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Hunting was one of the few solitary activities that the usually sanguine Kenway enjoyed, and perched on one of the branches of a large tree, he now drew his bowstring up to the corner of his mouth as he aimed his arrow at his target.

Said target was a large buck currently grazing on a prime spot of grass a few dozen feet away - unaware of his hunter. While its meat would be tough and stringy, unlike a young deer, it would certainly augment the plain diet the Assassins had eaten since coming to the Peninsula.

As Kenway let the arrow fly, it spun with the aid of its goose-feather fletching directly into the heart of the buck, killing it almost instantly. Putting his bow away, he raced through the trees to reach his kill.

Dropping lightly onto his feet, Kenway flicked out his hidden blade to carve up the meat, and looking the animal in his dark lifeless eyes, he whispered the Mohawk word for thank you: "Nia:wen."

A few minutes later, with the deer butchered and stored away, Kenway returned to the camp, where he handed the venison off to one of the prime cooks among his team - Gumbo, a former slave and Maroon revolutionary turned Assassin after the slave revolts in Hispaniola overthrew the French.

Gumbo was more comfortable in French than he was in English, which hadn't really helped him to make friends amongst the British, even without the prejudices his dark skin brought. Nevertheless, he was cheerfully preparing the same oatmeal they had eaten since America. "Merci, capitan."

"Soyez le bienvenu." Kenway answered easily, and Gumbo set to work on preparing the meat with spices he kept in his pack. Satisfied that breakfast wouldn'tbe as bad as before, Kenway strode towards where the officers of Lily's formation were talking over their morning coffee.

"Good morning, lady and gentlemen." Kenway said, nodding towards Harcourt and the other captains. "May I sit?"

"Sure, sure, take a pew." Berkeley, captain of Maximus the Regal Copper, grunted as he waved his hand, and Kenway did so. "So where were you last night, anyhow? Never showed up for dinner."

"I was on a mission to assassinate the commander of Castle Burgos, which didn't turn out so well, so I had to nick out of there 'fore I got killed." Kenway answered matter-of-factly as he accepted a cup of coffee passed to him by the youngest captain - a black fellow by the name of Demane, who was companion to the biggest dragon in the formation, Kulingile.

Berkeley shrugged his shoulders. "Well, ask a foolish question…"

"So, how goes the war? Achilles and I haven't had much time to brush up on our knowledge during the flight across the pond." Kenway asked.

"Well, so far as I could piece it when we got here from China…" Granby began, and Kenway interrupted him.

"Pardon me, sir, but did you say China?"

"Yes, I did. One of our other captains, a fellow from the Royal Navy by the name of William Laurence, was captain to a Chinese Celestial named Temeraire. I believe they're holed up somewhere in Russia, fighting against Napoleon." Granby answered.

"Ah, I see." Kenway said, nodding as he made a mental note to write to the Chinese Brotherhood. Though the conservatives were keeping most of the Chinese in the dark about the outside world, the Chinese Assassins have always managed to keep contact with their brethren around the world. "So anyway, what were you saying?"