Chapter 4:

Blood coated James' hands, making the man 'o' war's wheel slick. His clothes were just as stained with blood and James just knew there would be no way to ever get all of it out. But at the moment that didn't matter. He called to the templar crew for half sail and spun the wheel a bit for the right, getting their broadside cannons lined up with the first frigate. "Mann the cannons!" He shouted. He waited until every one of them was ready. "Fire!" The shot from the cannons ripped through the hull of the frigate, sending chunks of wood everywhere. Smoke rose steadily from the small hole in the frigate's side. "Heavy shot lads!" James called. The Templars loaded the cannons with the heavy shot with some reluctance. James tilted the wheel some more to the right, getting them even closer to the frigate. "Fire!" They were close enough to see the magazine through the rips and holes in the frigate's broadside.

"Swivel guns!" Two men ran up, manning the swivel guns. "Fire at the magazine!" It took them several moments (James knew it was from reluctance) to open fire, but when they did, an explosion was made below the deck of the frigate and it slowly began to sink. James now spun the wheel to the left to face the second frigate.

By now the other ships had some idea of what happened and were preparing to open fire on the man 'o' war. "Brace!" James called, ducking lo was their cannons smashed into their hull. James was about to call for the crew to fire on the frigate, when a mortar smashed into the man 'o' war, rocking it and ripping through the hull; exposing their magazine in the process. Goddamnit! James thought. He called to the templars to fire several more times, but he was unable to get a decent shot in (he was trying to keep the exposed magazine out of the line of fire). The schooner opened fire on the man 'o' war. The templars were reloading the cannons and James knew that at the rate they were moving, the schooner would be able to open fire at least a few more time. James was about to brace, when mortars struck the schooner, sending it down into the drink. James looked around him and felt a grin stretch across his face.

Cutting through the water, sailing in their direction was the Jackdaw and the Storm. Together, the three of them incapacitated the frigate. Just wHen James thought his troubles were over, the templars on the frigate decided to make one last futile attempt at stopping him. He only just had time to realize they had shot a mortar at the man 'o' war before it struck the exposed magazine, causing a rather large explosion.

The man 'o' war and tipped. James felt the whole thing leaning back as it began to sink. He looked around him. The surviving templars were abandoning ship in a desperate attempt to escape. James knew they would only be met with a horror worse than dying on a sinking ship; sharks were often attracted to the locations of sinking ships.

James suddenly heard the sound of someone hollering his name. He looked over to see the Jackdaw moving in close to the sinking man 'o' war. James looked back at the templars trying to flee before taking a deep breath, and sprinting towards the railing. He jumped up onto it, and leaped into the air. The Jackdaw's deck wasn't at the same level as the man 'o' war's, and James plummeted through the air, hitting the deck of his brother's ship and rolled before getting back onto his feet, stretching and making his way towards the forecastle. When he reached the top of the steps, he heard Edward take in a sharp intake of breath.

"How much of that blood is yours lad?" He asked. James looked down at himself, and huffed. He would probably never be able to wear those robes again. "None of it, I believe." Edward shook his head. "I have some robes you can wear, but let us return to Tulum first." James nodded in agreement and came to a stop on his brother's left. Edward called for full sail, spun the wheel to the left, and the Jackdaw spun quickly. Edward brought them in close to the Storm, and called to the assassin standing on the forecastle.

"Adé! Set a course for Tulum!"Adéwalé nodded his hand, and raised a hand to show he'd heard Edward. Then the Jackdaw sailing away, towards Tulum.

James stepped out onto the deck of the Jackdaw and looked down at himself. Edward had given him dark, ebony colored robes and armor. Even the vambrance's were black. "It looks good on you." Edward said to him from the forecastle. James looked up at him and shook his head. "These are better than nothing, I suppose." Was his response as he moved up the stairs to stand by his brother.

"So, we have stopped a templar fleet from attacking Tulum. What do you propose we do about Rogers?" Edward scratched at his beard for a moment. "I propose we set sail for Havana, see if we can't find out anything about Rogers' whereabouts." James grinned. "I will inform the mentor." He was down in the rowboat before he called to Edward: "Don't wait for me! I will meet you in Havana!"

James had just finished telling Ah Tabai of his and Edward's plans to try and track down Rogers in Havana, when Lewis Dalton butted into their conversation. "Do you really think it is wise to send let Kenway take on something as important as tracking down Woods Rogers?" James felt his lower right eyelid twitch, and he blinked a few times to stop it.

"I am your superior in both skill and rank Lewis, I do not see why you would even question my ability to complete a task such as this." Ah Tabai did not speak. Instead he stayed where he was, watching the exchange carefully. "You are reckless Kenway. I can not count the number of times you have almost gotten your brothers and sisters killed by your foolishness." James grinned. "My 'foolishness' has gained us the blood of our enemies." Lewis opened his mouth to argue once again, but Ah Tabai held up his hands to silence both of them.

"If you so wish, you can accompany James Kenway to Havana. But I want him there. He has the sight, it could be a useful in this situation." Lewis looked as if Ah Tabai had just slapped him. For just a moment it seemed as if Lewis would go with James to Havana, but instead he spun, and strode off, keeping his chin high. James scoffed and shook his head. "Thank you, mentor. I will not fail." Without saying another word, James turned around and walked off, heading for the shore. He needed to catch up with his brother.

AN: The hunt for Woods Rogers is about to begin! Are you excited? What do you think is going to happen to James and Edward in Havana? What's the deal with Lewis Dalton? Is he a douchebag or what? Well, I guess you'll find out what happens to James and Edward when their in Havana in the next chapter. I'll see you next time, adios.

~Exangellion