The Redheaded Eagle and her Eaglets

Faulkner led the Aquila back to Boston to drop off the assassins before making his way back to Davenport. He'd invited the trio to stay in Davenport for a night but they declined for the time being. Boston required them to return to maintain its safety, especially with their leader heading out on the road again. Neither party had expected the end of their joint mission to end that way but Ratonhnhaké:ton always had a plan within a plan. That, and he had a high affinity for dashing off into the unknown. Caroline had kept to herself in his cabin after leaving New York, leaving it only when Robert needed her. Her sisters had attempted to tug her out to watch the sparkling sea when she wasn't navigating but the redhead didn't budge.

Elizabeth had decided to explore on her own by climbing the rope ladder on the main mast. Martha attempted to swipe her feet to grab onto her boots to stop her but the redhead had been too fast. Myriam promised to keep an eye on her because this was expected and told Norris to stay at attention in case she needed assistance. Caroline wanted her sisters to come back home without a scratch and that was easier said than done with Elizabeth.

"I'm not a climber by nature, Myriam" he admitted sheepishly because his trade was mining and he was used to working with his hands in the earth. Yes, he'd traveled on ships but that was it.

"Not helping, Norris" she sighed because they had become the unofficial guardians of the two. Myriam was aware her friend was coming to terms with the fact that Ratonhnhaké:ton was venturing alone and their roads were widely diverging. Caroline's concerns had been cast aside and she was left to pick up the pieces of the aftermath. They all had so many questions after his escape but only Ratonhnhaké:ton himself could address them.

Martha shook her head to her sister's naïve bravery and placed her hands on her hips to mutter, "It would be a shame if she injures herself now instead of all those other times."

"It'll still be a battle scar!" Elizabeth shot back confidently from above as she pulled herself up onto the center platform of the mast. She wasn't brave enough to dare the climb to Caroline's regular spot and wondered how her sister didn't cave to the fear of heights or motion sickness. The main foremast was huge and here she was, sticking to the one in the rear on the lowest platform. She would have to stick to the baby steps for now.

She yelped in surprise with wide blue eyes when she spotted someone else had made the vantage point their spot. Her fingers clamped down on the wooden platform to prevent falling and her flicker of nerves shifted into anger for scaring herself. When had she been afraid of anything?

Clipper had been seeking refuge by hanging around the platform, accustomed to the quiet outdoors. With sailors running the ship, the chatter led him to seeking isolation on the mast to watch the gentle sea. Stephane and Duncan enjoyed the socialization while he preferred silence, like his leader. From his spot, the noise was nothing but intermittent rumbles and the winds carried the voices away. He hadn't expected to see a redhead pop out of nowhere and instantly assumed Caroline had decided to investigate the rear mast. Instead, he found himself facing the youngest girl of the lady quartet as her large blue eyes blinked at him. Raising his right hand, he kept his voice steady as he apologized, "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you."

Her face shifted from being startled to flushing cheeks of embarrassment as she blurted indignantly, "I wasn't startled! I was. . . I almost lost my footing, that's all!"

"Uh-huh" he commented nonchalantly to let her save that broken pride and held out his hand to offer amicably, "Need a hand?"

"No. . .maybe?" she declined prematurely as she clung to the platform but realized that it wouldn't help her to cling onto it forever. Despite her blunder, she didn't want to fall and decided to accept his token of kindness. Holding out her right hand, he grasped her hand tightly to boost her onto the platform with a single tug. Landing on her knees, she sighed with relief to achieving her first climb and smiled at the young man, "Thanks!"

"I don't peg you for a sailor" he joked lightly to her deerskin attire as she resembled a hunter or explorer with her getup. The rural sisters varied greatly in their attire as only one dressed lady-like and the others threw gender norms to the wind. Pointing to her loose auburn hair, he emphasized, "Despite the strong resemblance to Miss Burnett."

"I'm her sister, Elizabeth" she piped up proudly to the successes of her eldest sibling and puffed out her chest. Sure, she hadn't done anything with her young life just yet but she was exploring for the first time ever! A grin crossed her lips as she pointed back at him and declared giddily, "You're the rifleman!"

"Yes, but my name is Clipper" he agreed with a short laugh to her enthusiasm, remembering she'd eyed his rifle for a good minute in the bar. Stephane's meat cleaver or Duncan's outfit tended to steal the show while he disappeared into the background. He was accustomed to blending into the shadows since birth so it was of no significance. Shrugging lightly, he told her about his preferred name, "Or Clip for short."

"Same here, Eliza is my good name and the other tells me to hide" she laughed impishly to her rambunctious nature and it wasn't leaving anytime soon. Her shenanigans were often enough that she was the only one of their family with an official nickname. Shuffling closer to the wooden mast, she pressed her back against it for security as she asked curiously, "So, how do you know Connor? He doesn't tell us much besides his adventures."

"We met in Boston, he helped me with a Redcoat problem and we've been in touch ever since" he admitted with a little embellishment to their first meeting because Ratonhnhaké:ton's friends were unaware of the Assassins. That truth was his to handle alone but their group agreed that the redhead navigator should know. If she was part of the head crew, it was an important element to her life that could place her in danger. Gazing at the peppy teenager, he asked, "You're from Davenport?"

"Mm-hmm, I live just down the road from him" she answered cheerfully to her home in the rugged outdoors, wondering how he lived in the city. His attire was clearly for one that traveled the dirt roads and bore the harsh elements. Crossing her arms as she glared at the sails overhead, she sighed under her breath, "I'm glad he's safe but he sure can be hardheaded."

Martha kept a strict eye on her sister from below but she was surprised to hear her chatting with someone on the platform. It wasn't an imaginary friend because she could clearly hear another voice. She expected Elizabeth to break into an argument, like she'd often done in childhood, and admitted with disbelief, "Didn't think I'd see the day when she makes friendly chatter with city folk."

"She's maturing, give her time" Myriam smiled warmly to seeing the little redhead branch out and socialize. Elizabeth kept to herself most of the time and chose a select group of friends to trust. She was an outdoor explorer like herself so having friends that worked indoors left her itchy to escape. It was why she worked with her in comparison to Martha helping at the Mile's End.

"You better not be talkin' about me!" Elizabeth shouted defensively from above and they could see a small fist shaking in the air. Well, there still a few immature traits in her scrappy personality.

"Elizabeth, behave!" Martha exclaimed shrilly with embarrassment but clasped a hand over her mouth a second later, realizing she'd been loud in public. Myriam simply laughed to her propriety on a boat of all places and patted the brunette on the back. Martha frowned slightly to how easily Elizabeth triggered her and scuffed the heel of her shoe on the floor.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes to her sister's dramatics, flicking a thumb towards her, and smirked, "See?"

Duncan watched the interaction between the residents and left Clipper to handle the situation. It was time his colleague was around people closer to his age rather than him and Stephane. They were loners by nature which allowed the assassin lifestyle to fit them seamlessly but Clipper was still young. He should be able to enjoy his youth while keeping his secret life from others.

Walking away from the bannister across from the rear mast, he headed to the captain's cabin to check in on another redhead. Knocking lightly on the door, he wondered if she would acknowledge the visit. Caroline was keen on keeping to herself but he didn't want the poor girl disappointed in herself for how the mission had ended.

"I'm not in the mood, sisters" her voice echoed from behind the door as he detected a sharp edge to it.

"It's not them" he replied easily as he leaned against the door to avoid the sunlight blaring down overhead. Extended time under the sun and his alabaster skin did not mix well and he didn't want to resemble a cooked lobster by sunset. He took the role of an elder sibling as he spoke gently, "Don't take his abrupt leave to heart. He would never want you in danger and there are some things a man has to do alone."

"After a botched hanging?" she shot back grimly to his sudden recklessness that day. He could've been heading home with them or requested their aid instead of simply leaving them behind. Caroline crossed her arms as she sat on his bed, the only tie to him at that moment, and sighed softly. The silence in the cabin was deafening against the chatter of the sailors and she wondered if it was making her thoughts more chaotic than they needed to be.

"I never said it would be under normal circumstances" Duncan stated lightheartedly to pick her up from her rut and heard muffled grumbling on the other side. She had flickers of stubbornness but it was time to shake that off. Tapping on the door, he reminded firmly to encourage her, "Don't hold yourself accountable. Your life isn't tied to his and you did the best you could."

"My history with his extends too deeply, Duncan, but thank you" she replied sullenly to the time she'd invested with Ratonhnhaké:ton. They had spent their adolescent years together and she trusted him greatly. Her heart, however, was another matter entirely that kept being chucked into an emotional grinder. Standing up, she left the bed to approach the closed door and opened it slightly to peer at him with one blue eye. It narrowed slightly with a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty as she asked softly, "How do all of you even know him? I never had a chance to ask."

"He offered assistance protecting innocent civilians under Redcoat attacks" Duncan answered as he danced between the truth to hide their allegiance. He wasn't sure whether their leader had even brought up the topic to her, especially when they lived in the same town. He didn't want to intrude in that friendship out of respect for both and finished, "We struck up a friendship after that."

"He's gathered quite a group of friends" she remarked with a faint smile to his bravery and admired his selflessness. Unfortunately, he would open himself to false or unjust arrests if he accidentally stepped on someone's figurative toes. She wouldn't hesitate to bail him out but she worried for his safety now after Bridewell. Opening the door fully as she pulled herself away from her dour mood, she added in, "I'm surprised he hasn't invited you to Davenport."

Duncan shrugged casually since he was bound to travel there for briefings and spoke cryptically, "In due time, I'm sure."

"Boston coming up! Burnett!"

The return to Davenport was quick on the Aquila as the sea cut the length of wagon travel in half. Being close to the coast, the sea was calm and the winds carried them easily back to the north. Caroline straightened immediately with wide eyes as she heard Robert's exclamation. Despite her slump in emotions, she would never abandon her duties. Sliding her feet into her leather boots as they lay by the door, she excused herself quickly and ran for the familiar stairs.

"Let's get her docked" Robert called out jovially since Boston was their half point for the route home. The trip had been smooth sailing so he'd let his temporary first mate do as she wished for the past hour. He was aware she wasn't a happy camper about the end situation but she handled it professionally. Otherwise, she wouldn't be running like a cat on fire to return to his side whenever he beckoned her. Chucking softly to her alarmed face as the floorboards creaked to her arrival, he informed her calmly, "Half-sail at 11 o'clock."

Caroline nodded quickly as she gripped the bannister firmly and declared aloud throughout the ship, "You heard the man! Half-sail at 11!"

She caught her breath with embarrassment to slipping in her duties and closed her eyes for a brief second. Dwelling on her disappointment would help nobody and she had to return to her daily routine with a stiff upper lip. Her stiff posture relaxed somewhat as she breathed the crisp salty air of the sea. It did wonders when her mind was attempting to veer away from her duties.

"Ye can't let his leave discourage you, Burnett" Robert advised to steady the storm brewing in her head and watched her lips thin. Her disgruntlement wasn't for being abandoned as one of his sailors but as his friend. He hadn't heard a mad peep about Ratonhnhaké:ton forfeiting his duties so it was an issue with the heart. Hopefully, the two would reconcile their differences quickly and he assured with a jolly laugh, "He does it to us all the time."

"You're right, I know, but my mind had built up to a perfect victory ending" she sighed softly as her own expectations failed her and that wasn't his fault. The thirst for adventure and a heroic rescue had clouded the possibility of Ratonhnhaké:ton darting off on his own. Her shoulders sagged slightly as she watched the white sails flutter and muttered, "Seeing him abandon us shattered the team image."

"He didn't abandon you, my girl" Robert scoffed with amusement to her frustration because nobody could tame their captain. He made his decisions and nobody got in his way, mainly because they were in agreement. Caroline, however, wanted to protect him which is something the captain did for everyone which led to clashing between the two. Trying to calm her thoughts, he pointed out, "It's his way of protecting you from unknown danger."

"I wish he would tell me that instead of leaving me guessing" she sighed miserably because that would've helped tremendously. He had never been much of a talker but she expected him to tell her things of importance. She had been able to read his nonverbal behavior until recently and it confounded her to be locked out of interpreting them. Shaking her head, Robert's words drilled into her thoughts and she dropped the matter. It was best to arrive home in good spirits than regrets, muttering under her breath, "He leaves me with so many questions."

"He's not the chatty type, remember?" he pointed out dryly to their fearless leader and Caroline returned a small smile. She wasn't the only one at the receiving end of silence and was comforted by her mentor. As loud and outrageous as he could be, the old sailor had a lot of wisdom to bestow on younger generations. Keeping the wheel steady, he assured with a warm smile, "He'll tell you when the time is right."

Approaching the docks, the sailors furled the canvas sails to stop their momentum. Otherwise, they'd be liable to plow right into the pier or worse, slam into neighboring ships. Robert whistled a tune as he lined her up against the platform while Caroline focused on the sailors raising the sails to rope them down. She instructed the ground crew to begin docking procedures to hoist the ship to the dock posts while her captain aligned the Aquila. The dropping anchor caused a small splash as it maintained the ship's position at sea.

Martha quickly grabbed onto the mast while Myriam sat down on the nearest crate. Docking back in New York had sent the brunette stumbling for balance from the rocking motion while Myriam's motion sickness flared. Neither wanted a repeat and they couldn't help but feel a little envy towards Elizabeth as the redhead whistled in encouragement from her perch.

The Aquila would only dock momentarily to drop off the assassins before continuing north. The young deckhands were quick to set up the boarding platform while Caroline left the captain's side to oversee. She'd been in the rookie shoes years ago and she treated her crew with respect because she'd cleaned up some of the grossest things imaginable back then. Standing at entrance, she waited for their guests to disembark the ship.

She held back an amused grin when she heard Elizabeth hollering from the mast to the departing rifleman, "Goodbye, Clip! Keep shooting bad guys!"

"That's not really what I do but sure!" Clipper chuckled awkwardly as the short conversation between them had the redhead admiring his rifle. The young girl was bred for the outdoors and the description of her town interested him for a visit. Besides, his leader lived there so he'd have an excuse to randomly drop by and explore the place. Her bold but peppy demeanor intrigued him and he called back, "If you're ever in the fur and trapping district, ask for me."

Caroline's gaze darted between the two with suspicion for any funny business. After all, she'd fallen for Ratonhnhaké:ton after watching his archery skills and her mother had chosen her father after seeing him shoot a wolf attacking her family hog. It was practically in their blood to be drawn to men of action. Clipper recoiled instantly to the sharp stare drilling holes into him, dodging behind Duncan for protection.

I didn't do anything wrong!, he thought nervously because the redhead could be unnerving when she glared you down.

"She won't be going anywhere without me" Caroline spoke firmly to emphasize that Elizabeth was a respectable young lady. Not mention, still a minor under the guidance of her family. Clipper nodded quickly before darting down the platform to escape the navigator, practically picking up a dust trail.

Stephane laughed aloud with amusement to his skittish retreat and called over the bannister, "For god's sake, man, she won't eat you!"

Caroline sighed softly with light embarrassment for scaring the young man away. Now that her sisters were becoming adults, she had grown even more protective of them. Elizabeth would have a word or two to say about it but she was in charge of their safety until reaching Davenport. Smiling awkwardly at the two remaining men, she held out her hand to Duncan to profess with gratitude, "Thank you for helping Connor, I appreciate everything you and your friends did for him. I'm sorry for scaring off your friend."

"He would do the same for us" Duncan replied earnestly with a shake of her hand and glanced at her companions, "Take care, all of you."

"I'm sure I'll see you around Boston" Caroline chuckled amicably because she visited the city every weekend. After this recent adventure, she would seek him out even more to continue their lessons. She tried her best to meet up with him twice a month but she'd make time now to increase her skill. Snapping her fingers, she smiled brightly to inform, "Next week, I'll be bringing lumber with my boban."

"Drop by my restaurant next time, Le Dame Bleue" Stephane invited jovially since it had become the popular hangout for the assassin's order. He loved hosting crowds and mingling with patrons- not to mention sharing ales with them. Apart from the socializing, he enjoyed his time in the kitchen. Seeing as the redhead was close to Duncan, he didn't mind inviting her and the small group. They had helped to free Ratonhnhaké:ton and that was good enough in his book. Grinning at the group, he enticed with his most popular item, "Best deal on pitchers."

"Sold!" Norris agreed instantly to enjoying a day in Boston next time he rolled in to sell his goods.

The two assassins departed the ship with one last salute to Robert as they returned home. Caroline waved to her old friend in farewell as the deckhands pulled in the boarding platform once more. She closed the small door of the Aquila to close off the ship and locked it down with its metal latch. Automatically, the sailors raised the anchor from the seabed to release their ship and severe the end of the rope tied to the dock. With the Aquila free, Caroline quickly returned to Robert's side as she called out, "Half-sail at 12 o'clock until we clear the bay then it's full sail home!"

"Well, that was an interesting couple of days" Myriam spoke up because she hadn't expected to leave Davenport for New York of all places. The woods were her home and she desired to return rather than stay out at sea or the cities. Hopefully, neither Caroline or Ratonhnhaké:ton would need rescuing anytime soon. Glancing over at Norris, she muttered flatly, "Let's not plan another rescue mission for a while."

"To having good friends and the best crew this side of the Atlantic" Caroline called out with pride because she was proud of her crew. They hadn't hesitated on heading out to save their captain and had completed their mission. They deserved her praise and she would validate their hard work, raising a fist into the air as she declared, "The first round of drink at the Mile's End is on me!"

The entire crew of the Aquila cheered for the free drink and Elizabeth joined in peppily by clapping. Even from her spot on the platform, Caroline detected the little redhead and pointed up at her to declare, "Except for you."

"No fair!"

Caroline was dismissed by Robert to head home with her sisters rather than assisting with the cleaning. The first mate assumed his navigator would rather get the girls home, especially when the ship came back without a single dent. She had obeyed her superior but not before emphasizing that the crew meet up at six in the evening for their celebration drink. Robert knew better than to disappoint a drinking Burnett and agreed.

She jabbed the backside of both her sisters as their gait slowed down ridiculously to delay their arrival. They were ascending the small hill to their home but Caroline knew that even children had no problem walking its distance. They were stalling to avoid facing their mother and she chastised firmly, "You march in there and tell mother about your shameful actions."

"You could've sent us back" Martha pointed out with a frown at having to face the truth. More exactly, facing her mother. Was it worth the oncoming lecture? Possibly. She wasn't a fan of using a communal chamber pot with her sisters on a moving vessel and the lack of water to freshen up. How Caroline lived that way at sea comfortably made her shudder. Other than that, seeing a city on her own without her parents had been quite exhilarating.

Caroline wasn't falling into any of her pleas and pushed the two girls forward to order, "You practically hogtied me. Now, go!"

The trio approached their wooden home and Caroline watched her little sisters scramble nervously at the closed door. Had she been like this when she'd returned home in 1774? It was almost amusing to see but she kept a firm look on her face. They knocked on the door hesitantly but one stern look from Caroline led them to strengthening the knock to be heard. Elizabeth ducked seconds later behind Martha to use her as a human shield, expecting their mother to smack them.

"Who is it?" a soft voice inquired from inside without opening the door.

"Amelia!"

The door creaked as their older sister opened the door and the two girls smiled in relief at seeing their soft-spoken sibling. What luck! The sisters latched onto Amelia for hugs since the first short separation brought a sense of homesickness for them. Martha didn't understand how Caroline tolerated it for weeks because she missed her bed badly while at sea. Seeing her sister made the longing for home even stronger as she hugged her. They had all grown up together and it was hard to tear themselves away from that comforting familiarity. It had been the longest two days of her life!

"I'm so glad you're back safe and sound" Amelia chuckled fondly to seeing the three back in good health. She figured Caroline kept the girls in check, especially with her position at the rear. Curious to how their trip had gone, she asked with bright eyes, "Did you find Connor? Is he all right?"

"Aye but he ditched us" Elizabeth answered bluntly to the twist at the end and frowned with disappointment. They'd traveled all that way and her sister had risked her life, only for him to fly with the wind again.

Caroline nudged her left shoulder for the jab against him and corrected sharply, "He's free and alive but had other plans than coming home."

"I stand by my statement" Elizabeth snorted derisively because her sister and their friends risked their lives. They deserved some acknowledgement or details for his actions. Caroline's eyes narrowed at the young redhead but Elizabeth mimicked her expression, creating a standoff.

Alice's voice chimed in excitedly from inside, breaking their locked stare, as she ran to the open door, "Mother, they're back! They're back!"

The brunette saw that Amelia was occupied by their two sisters and moved to hug Caroline, who stood behind them. The eldest sighed under her breath because Alice had unknowingly summoned their mother and she could only imagine the fury waiting to be unleashed. Well, at least she had emergency money put away in case.

In the meantime, she hugged her happy little sister with a broad smile. Even if her entire family was mad at her, Alice would always welcome her with open arms and a kind smile. Despite the years, her bright spirit failed to fade as she entered adolescence. She reached her shoulders now instead of her stomach as she had during their arrival, making it easier to pull her into a hug.

She could hear her mother first before seeing her as the wooden floor creaked and Catherine emerged with an angry glare directed at her. Caroline wasn't afraid of much but her furious mother would be one of them, especially if she had a wooden spoon in hand. Quickly, she released Alice to shield her from any random flying utensils. Before she could reach for the object in her apron, Martha and Elizabeth darted into her path to argue in a flurry of nervous words, "It wasn't her fault! We did it! We made her take us!"

Catherine hesitated to label her eldest as the culprit with the two rabbling on and she demanded angrily, "You did what?!"

Elizabeth peeked over Martha's shoulder at her glaring mother and insisted with haste, "We wanted to see New York so we tied and forced her to take us onboard- like pirates!"

Caroline shrugged halfheartedly with a quick nod when their mother looked to her for input. She wasn't a liar, priding herself on honesty after everything that happened three years ago. Crossing her arms, she stepped aside to the right of her sisters and spoke calmly, "It was never my idea to bring them along."

This time, Catherine didn't hesitate to rap her young daughters on the head with her handy wooden spoon. Both girls whined for the whack as they batted her away and huddled together, "Ow!"

"They were never in danger and stayed onboard" Caroline assured to play the peacekeeper but she wouldn't be lumped in with the guilty duo. She was glad her mother believed her without question, appreciating that immense trust. After losing it years ago, she'd finally rebuilt the foundation she shattered. Deciding to toss the two some pity, she informed her, "They behaved properly or else I would've locked them in the captain's cabin."

Catherine couldn't hold back from jabbing her wayward daughters on the side with the round spoon, knowing it would be more of a bouncy prod. She would never strike her children but lectures were never off the table to instill propriety in them. Surprise filled her at Martha's sneaky rebellion, already aware of Elizabeth's temperament, and she chastised them, "How could you leave without a word? You saw what we went through when Carrie left! I can't have my children keeping secrets from me when we all live under this roof."

"It was a spur of the moment decision" Martha blurted shamefully as she hung her head with disappointment. She had insulted Caroline for her dreams of adventure years ago and watching her ride off into the unknown had secretly bit her curiosity. Society deemed she behave like a graceful lady but she wanted a tiny taste of her sister's freestyle life. She didn't aim to upset her family with her spontaneous trip and murmured weakly, "I'm sorry, mother."

"We're both sorry" Elizabeth added in as she dared to step out from behind Martha, praying that the dreaded spoon wouldn't resurface.

"You're not leaving this house for a week as punishment" Catherine ordered firmly to make sure neither would run off elsewhere. With wagons, horses, and boats within reach, they could decide to make a break for the wild frontier. Probably. Looking to the bright side, she was thankful her children returned safely and focused on that to calm her hammering heart. Point at her oldest, she added in hastily, "You too."

"But I work at the mill!" Caroline protested because her time was split between working there and the Aquila. She desired to be self-sufficient and earning her own wages gave her a sense of independence. Leaving Alice's side as the young girl watched the spectacle, Caroline held her ground against her mother and pointed out, "I need my job, mother."

By now, Catherine learned to pick her battles against her oldest daughter. She was headstrong but carried herself honorably, admiring her tenacity to succeed. It wasn't a trait all women of their time held and she conceded to her, "Straight home from work then."

Catherine shuffled her daughters inside, minus Caroline, and ignored Elizabeth's complaints about being under house arrest. The house had been in glorious silence for one day without her but she admitted she preferred the familiar whining. One day, her children would leave to begin their new lives and all she would have would be memories.

"I can't believe you stowed away on a boat" Amelia whispered with awe to her brunette sister, surprised by her sudden bravery. She had been afraid of wagon travel years ago and now, she'd gone off on a ship! Even she hadn't dared to think of such.

Martha blushed with embarrassment to the looks of wonder on Amelia's and Alice's faces. Had she really acted out of character? She couldn't give up the chance of seeing a major city after years of living in the country and downplayed her actions, "It was more about forcing Carrie to let us stay."

"Tell me the whole story!" Alice pleaded eagerly as she grabbed onto Elizabeth's arm to sway her decision. Her older sister never failed to tell her all kinds of stories and to travel as a family was exciting. She'd been frightened of the unknown as a child but now, that fear turned into wary curiosity with age.

Catherine sighed under her breath as the excited chatter headed indoors and hoped the recent trip wouldn't sprout ideas in the rest of her children. She closed the door to keep their conversation private and ensure her children stayed indoors. Sitting down on the log bench beside their door, she patted an empty spot with invitation as she asked skeptically, "Did they really tie you?"

"Pretty much, I'm rather surprised to their sudden teamwork" Caroline admitted with an amused grin to their unified tactics. She had to give them points for that and admired their gumption, expecting them to fall out from disagreement based on their history. Leaning back against the exterior of her home, she chuckled softly to admit, "I'm more used to their bickering. They're finally maturing, I suppose."

"Thank you for bringing them home safely but it can't happen again" her mother spoke quietly with sincerity but an underlying warning. Caroline would never place her sisters in harm's way but accidents could always happen. She didn't want fear to be realized one day for either of them, hoping her daughter would end any future endeavors with them.

"Mother, I'm hungry" Elizabeth whined from inside their home as the open windows echoed her voice. They had eaten before leaving New York but the sea voyage had worked up another appetite for her that day. Her blue eyes peeked out from behind the white curtains as she watched the two women from behind the glass.

"If you're old enough to venture out, you're old enough to cook your own meals" Catherine shot back to show she wasn't there waiting for them with open arms. She was relieved, yes, but they were under punishment for running off. Elizabeth withdrew from the window and disgruntled mumblings followed, amusing Catherine. Despite their respect for Caroline, she was still their mother and advised her firmly, "You march them back home if they try this again. You can handle yourself out there but they're still unfamiliar with the world."

"At some point, they will learn or they will rebel" she pointed out because she felt suffocated by her lack of direction. She had a loving family and a man she adored but she didn't have a purpose in life. Nothing excited her more than traveling! Her siblings were different people with other dreams and she spoke carefully, "I agree with you, mother, but they are now at the point Amelia and I were back in 74. It's better to guide and be their cushion than have them run off alone or have them fall under someone else's influence."

Catherine smiled faintly to the heart to heart between them and realized her eldest had grown up completely. She wasn't the excitable little girl with braids that rolled over grass anymore but a confident sailor capable of handling various weapons. It wasn't what she'd expected for her oldest but she rested easier knowing her child could beat up a man sooner than they could try to woo her. Time was catching up to her as well and she smiled dotingly, "When did my little sapling become wise?"

"She grew into an oak" Caroline chuckled jovially to her childish desire to be as tall as the sky. She barely reached her father but so far, none of her siblings matched her height. Her parents had watered her little potted plant with love and care, allowing her to grow. Her family could bicker like bobcats but they loved each other, leading her to advise, "I can protect and guide them if they desire to venture out one day. It's better to satiate dreams and experience heartbreak than resent those who denied their wishes."

"You're right but they are still on punishment" Catherine reminded her because her children needed to know there were consequences to certain actions. She preferred for them to confide their worries with her rather than keeping it secret and running off.

"As they should be" Caroline agreed wholeheartedly to the price before smiling widely, "I'm glad to see you again, mother."

Catherine brushed her sentimentality aside to keep her on that path of adulthood and sputtered, "You're a grown woman, you have to be used to not seeing me one day."

"Never, I'm still your daughter despite how old I get" she scoffed incredulously to such a heartbreaking thought and figured it was more tough love. Her mother wasn't a fan of exaggerated affection but her words were said with care to the impending future. Caroline wasn't ready to think that far ahead but wondered about her mother's old life, asking curiously, "Don't you miss grandmother?"

"Sometimes but I have all of you and your father" her mother admitted with a solemn smile to the past before she existed. She had been younger than Caroline when she'd been married and her mother had reminded her that her new family would come first. The same would follow her children, as much as it pained her, and she spoke gingerly, "One day, you'll follow the same path so don't look back."

Caroline didn't see herself abandoning her parents anytime soon and shook her head to refuse, "I plan on taking care of you and boban until your last days."

"Headstrong like your father" Catherine sighed aloud but it warmed her heart to hear it. She'd done the best she could with her children and they hadn't run off halfway across the world so that was a good sign. Speaking of other wayward children, her face shifted into concern as she asked quietly, "Where is Connor? Is he safe now?"

"Yes, he headed to Philadelphia with the Patriots" she explained with the boggling truth but had yet to understand the meaning behind it all. She was certain Ratonhnhaké:ton knew so much more than he let on but refused to tell her. It was frustrating not to be trusted but followed Robert's words on it being his way of protecting her. Still, it didn't sit right with her and she muttered, "He's safe and free so mission accomplished."

Caroline's downcast gaze and her wringing hands said otherwise, prompting Catherine to remark, "Yet you look disappointed."

"I expected too much" she confessed reluctantly as she rubbed her forehead in frustration, continuing, "Instead of him boarding the ship home and healing here, he headed off to do who knows what. We used to have open communication with each other but now, it's . . . I guess we grew apart."

"I'm sure he has his reasons but you're home and I'm very glad you kept your promise" Catherine smiled with relief that she'd returned safely with her sisters. She'd spent the first night batting away dark thoughts after wondering whether her girls had gone with the eldest or been kidnapped. Patrick and the men had gone to search for them to avoid worrying Godfrey and her heart settled somewhat at finding travel belongings missing.

"Always" Caroline promised earnestly because her family was her home. It had taken her a while to realize it but better late than never.

13 August 1776

Martha smiled nervously as she waved a flimsy paper through the air while standing at the head of their sisters' circle. She had called another meeting in their backyard to let them know that Corrine had dropped off a social invitation for the family. The girls had been excited for a get together until Martha mentioned hastily that Clara was hosting the party, leading to half of the group declining attendance. Even Alice was a maybe at this point as she hesitated with an awkward smile.

Waving the paper invite again, she groaned miserably and attempted to encourage her sisters, "Come now, don't look at me like that!"

She didn't want to go alone without her sisters, finding comfort and safety in their company. That and their advantageous number. Her main interest in attending was to see Walter rather than his hostess sister but she wasn't confident visiting alone. Elizabeth frowned deeply towards the accursed invite and spat out, "A social . . . with fancy dresses and britches."

"Please don't wear britches" Martha sighed dismally to that embarrassing idea because it wasn't farfetched. She could already imagine matching handmade racoon hats on her sisters and shook her head to disperse that image. Pointing to the redheads, she wagged her finger to lecture, "Both of you."

"We're not even considering going" Caroline scoffed dismissively to wipe her hands clean of more embarrassing snafus. Whether Clara would leave by the end of summer or not, she refused to have any more interactions with her. She wouldn't have her family criticized as well but she couldn't control their choices. Her stance was to avoid the woman for the rest of her life and stay out of drama.

Martha groaned with aggravation to their stubbornness to the lost opportunity and pointed out, "She invited us, we'd only give her ammunition if we don't show."

Elizabeth and Caroline grumbled under their breath, huddling together to whisper in secret. Amelia threw up her hands at Martha since she wanted to remain the polite party in attending but their sisters were trying to set up a protest. Alice tapped her chin in thought because this was the first time she'd been invited to their council of sisterhood but was torn about attending. She didn't want to have her hair or worse, her dress, pulled again.

"I'll do my best to make you pretty" Martha promised the girls to prevent any fashion mortification and hoped they would accept her offer. As little girls, they would often brush and braid their hair to bond as sisters. Nowadays, they were grown and independent enough to hone their own styles alone. Everyone still ran to Amelia for help but nobody else garnered the attention of all their siblings for style.

The little redhead hopped off the sealed well with a scowl on her face to demand, "Did you just call us ugly?"

Seeing that she'd fail negotiations with her, Martha turned to Caroline to convince her with her heart's desire, "Think of it as an opportunity to lure away Connor."

"I think that moment sailed long ago" she replied sarcastically as she crossed her arms to let them know that part of her life was done. After having him run off and being ignored yet again, she cut her ties. She would remain as his navigator but she would need time to fully remain on platonic ground with him. It had been a heartbreaking awakening after she returned but she'd dulled her heart to the point that it was as easy as casting off a boat rope. At least, that's what she told herself at night.

Martha, as well as her siblings, refused to accept that answer and stomped her left foot to exclaim indignantly, "Carrie, stop being pessimistic!"

"I'm allowed to sulk!" she shot back huffily to her current phase because she deserved that as a lady. Despite her tomboyish ways, she wasn't ready to cast away all her feminine allure. Unfortunately, the wolf she wanted to lure wasn't biting into her bait trap. Martha's sad honey brown eyes and the feigned pout cut through her rather easily, leading her to sigh dramatically, "Fine, I'll do it for you."

Elizabeth grumbled out an agreement because she'd follow Caroline's lead. Pleased that she had the most stubborn of her sisters, she turned to their last member to ask, "Alice?"

She wrung her hands nervously over her blue skirt as she peered between her sisters with worry. Pacing around the yard, Elizabeth put a quick stop to it by drawing her into a supportive hug. She was still a shy girl in social settings and asked weakly, "What if they hurt me again?"

Caroline didn't hesitate to answer as she raised her fists and answered firmly, "You fight back with all your might or I'll hogtie and leave them out in the dark for the wolves to find."

"Carrie!" Martha and Amelia chastised in unison to her bold plans for revenge. What happened to subtlety in getting the upper hand?

"Fine! I'll chop off their hair or something" she muttered dryly to compromise on a lesser punishment to crush someone's vanity rather than physical health. Martha and Amelia shook their heads to her direct tactics but Caroline struck once and hoped the enemy was smart enough to think twice.

15 August 1776

Caroline wasn't looking forward to a night of fancy partying and would've rather been reading next to her fireplace. Her mother convinced her to wear her best dress, a beautiful powder blue calico with tiny printed white flower petals on the skirt. A white lace kerchief surrounded her round collar to add a feminine touch, which led to heavy blushing when her sisters awed over her. She'd used white silk trimmings on the edges that she'd bought during a trip north on the Aquila to add a fine touch. Her hair had been tightly braided into a bun and frankly, it hurt with the whale bone comb keeping it together. She felt out of her own skin with the outfit but blended seamlessly against the pink, white, purple, and green dresses of her sisters.

She and half of her sisters weren't overly cheerful to attend but Martha shuffled them out into the cool summer evening. The sun set the sky an orange-pink at the horizon as it began its slow descent into dusk. Catherine and Godfrey would arrive later since the innkeepers had set aside their other hosting room for an old-fashioned get together for the adults. Caroline had tried to wheedle her way in but her mother told her to socialize with her age group, leaving her to grumble about the unfairness of the world. Elizabeth hadn't hesitated to latch onto her arm to ensure she wouldn't be left alone.

Arriving at the inn, they noticed several hitched horses and carriages which told the sisters other people from outside Davenport were there. They hadn't met outsiders very often because they either bought goods on the way to the city or stayed forever. Outside the inn, the girls were happy to see Myriam as she joined the fray with a dress of her own. It was a cheerful canary yellow but it clearly showed her ankles, leading her to grumble, "It's been years since I wore this blasted attire."

Inhaling on her pipe to calm her discomfort, she blew out a ring of smoke and added in, "I also needed a smoke- badly."

Caroline clapped her on the back with sympathy as they fell into the same misery boat and they all ventured inside together. Myriam emptied her pipe on the grass with regret but it was better to rip off the bandage and get the blasted party over with. There was music echoing that resembled fancy classical operas or symphonies, not the cheerful fiddling or piano of their town. Everything had turned upside down.

"Lord, what have I stepped into?" Myriam cringed to the sight before her and Elizabeth wore the same expression. Only Martha and Alice appeared to be drawn to the new temporary look of the inn.

The inn didn't look like the Mile's End anymore! The rustic wooden chairs and tables were gone as white linen-covered chairs lined the walls and a large banquet table was in the far back with food. There were white porcelain vases with fresh flowers decorating the bar counter which had also been covered with a white tablecloth to portray a high-end inn. Elizabeth couldn't believe her eyes, blinking repeatedly until she remarked with reluctant acceptance, "Well, I know where I'm heading."

"It's so . . ." Amelia trailed off uncertainly as she searched for the right word to describe the inn. Martha had worn a white dress to the party, blending into the background, but the stark cleanliness of the room made it look more like a sanitorium than a hall. Awkwardly, she finished lamely, "White."

Martha noticed few out of towners in finer attire than theirs, leading her to feel flickers of self-consciousness. She assumed they were friends of the family as they stuck to speaking with the grandchildren. As much as she desired to speak with Walter, she would wait her turn like any respectable lady. Still, she didn't hesitate to smooth down her hair as she removed her matching bonnet. She would be socializing with others of her age and worry over embarrassing herself was at the top of her mind.

Caroline spotted Ratonhnhaké:ton off to the right as he dressed in colonial attire in dark blue and knew Clara had gotten her claws on the poor man. He'd run away from her but returned in time to be at Clara's side?! If that wasn't indicative of where his interests lay, she might as well have been blind. Martha gasped at seeing him mingle with others and whispered vehemently, "Oh no, she's converting him into one of them."

Elizabeth whistled to catch Ratonhnhaké:ton's eye and a few of the guests stared in disdain. Amelia sighed to having the country bumkins label placed on them but that was one way to go about it. Either way, it caught the man's attention and he excused himself from the other group to meet his old friends. They had never attended a social for their age group and he smiled at the well-dressed women to greet, "All of you look radiant."

"And you. . .you combed your hair into a ponytail!" Elizabeth declared with aghast to his polished appearance and pointed to his new hairstyle. Ratonhnhaké:ton smiled faintly to her bewildered expression because this was his first time attempting to bridge both of his worlds. He'd often rebelled against it in his youth but now, it allowed him to blend in social settings. Clara's guests had assumed he was a traveler from abroad but he had been quick to correct his true roots, refusing to hide his background. This was his home and he refused to feel like an outsider in it. Elizabeth turned to the women and whispered with accusation, "The transformation has begun!"

"I didn't expect to find you here, given our last encounter" Caroline remarked coolly as she tried to keep her emotions in check. She wouldn't cry over spilt milk and was here out of a favor for Martha, who was now waiting for Walter. The poor young man kept trying to leave his sister's group but she kept pulling him back in by sharply pulling on his sleeve. She was aware Clara wasn't fond of Martha but Caroline wouldn't hesitate to interfere for the two.

"I arrived yesterday and found the invite in my satchel of mail" he explained quietly to finding out about the party and decided to attend. He had expected something similar to the social parties of the townsfolk but this was more suited to city residents of higher social classes. The dry conversation with Clara's friends boggled him so he was happy to leave the group for his friends. Caroline's presence set him at ease with her calming blue dress and he admitted, "I figured it would be rude to decline."

Her blue eyes narrowed slightly as she felt insulted after everything she'd done. Instead of seeking her or Myriam for a thank you, he'd gone to Clara's home instead? Her voice hitched as she chastised swiftly, "You didn't write that you were safe, we worried-"

"Glad you're back!" Myriam intercepted loudly as her friend's voice rose, draping an arm around the redhead's shoulders. She was clearly aware that she was unhappy with him but as her friend, wouldn't let her make a blunder.

"I am sorry for leaving abruptly in New York" he apologized genuinely for his abrupt exit but he couldn't risk revealing his secret life to them. Caroline risked her life enough on the Aquila and he couldn't pull her deeper into that web. He wanted to protect her and his residents, meeting her firm blue gaze to emphasize, "I had to ensure the true criminals didn't succeed with their plans. It wasn't an easy decision to leave after weeks in that cell."

"I hope you succeeded then" Myriam replied earnestly to avoid future repercussions for him or them. Meeting Caroline's firm gaze, Myriam's brown eyes narrowed to silently convey for her to behave before they were promptly kicked out. They were here to eat and drink then bail to the other party for actual hard liquor.

"Caroline, Myriam, thank you for your help" he stated politely to convey his respect for their daring trip and hoped they wouldn't have a repeat of it. His friends were meant to stay out of danger and he'd be sorely disappointed in himself if they were injured one day. The huntress scoffed with a smile to his politeness while Caroline quietly mumbled a reply. He couldn't determine if she was playing her meek lady role or upset with him. They hadn't spoken in months before and after Bridewell, leading him to meet her gaze and spoke gently, "I hope you're enjoying yourself, you look. . .nice."

"You look well" Caroline complimented to make up for her outburst and stay cordial with him. She didn't want to make a scene out of their first conversation and repressed her conflicting emotions for now. Glancing around the squeaky-clean room doused in white fabric, she remarked grimly, "This party doesn't seem to fit Davenport. We're humble folk."

"Clara really seems to like it here and we should make her feel welcome" he reasoned with a warm smile and the nice side of Caroline couldn't help but want to hug him and rub his back. He was just too innocent sometimes and a little stubborn in others. The spicier side of her wanted to smack common sense into him and dump a bucket of water over his head.

"Did she show you her ankle? If this is about-" Elizabeth began to argue because the comment sounded as if they were the bad guys! Amelia nudged her in the ribs before she embarrassed their family with that bold talk and the redhead pouted. She couldn't make a rebuttal against her gentle sister and growled in her spot instead.

Alice grabbed Caroline's arm in fear as Clara bounded up to them with her confident gait and her pink silk dress blew all of theirs out of the water. Myriam was lucky that she stood at the rear of the sisters so her ankles could be hidden. She couldn't wait until the next party began so she could slide on over and drink all that she could. It was apparent that only Ratonhnhaké:ton was invited out of the single male population since he was the youngest eligible bachelor. The other men had been invited by Oliver so they could play games and drink the night away.

She looked to each of them with a piercing silver gaze that made them feel naked under her critique. Alice moved behind her eldest sisters to avoid that lingering stare because she wasn't one to bear harsh criticisms. Caroline was ready to retort whether she'd stared long enough until she smiled faintly to greet, "Welcome, it's a pleasure to bring a taste of New York to the country."

"Thank you for having us" Martha and Alice repeated politely but Clara looked to Caroline, Elizabeth, and Myriam. The women gave half-hearted greetings of disinterest since they'd recently been in the state and saw no allure to move there.

"Amelia and Alice, lovely in your dresses" she commented as she moved to the latter girls with her puffy skirt following her movements. She reminded Alice of a headmistress at a fancy girl boarding school but remained quiet as she escaped an insult. Her gray gaze landed on Martha, sizing her down even more and remarked dryly, "Martha, do not wear the color scheme of a social or you'll be the laughingstock."

"The invite didn't mention a theme" Myriam shot back tightly to protect the young brunette as her freckled cheeks flushed red. How were they supposed to know how to dress? The invite only spelled out the time, location, and hostess.

Clara took this as ample reasoning to fill up on ammunition and fired back, "Myriam, I believe showing such skin is unbecoming of a proper lady. Even little Mary has dresses longer than yours, you simply must have it altered soon."

The redhead was ready to defend her friend with a tongue lashing but Clara beat her to it, "Caroline, I am disappointed a traveling lady such as yourself has an outdated dress. I saw that same print back in the city years ago and I gave it to our maid by the end of season. The petals weren't as defined as I would've liked- hand embroidered- but for your lifestyle, it is becoming of you."

Caroline had never met such an insufferable woman in her life but creating a scene was averted when Ratonhnhaké:ton spoke up defensively, "I think she looks beautiful. Money isn't everything in this world and it is shameful to see the same greed here that causes my people to leave our rightful homes. I'd rather be without money than dignity."

She smiled appreciatively for his input while Clara quickly backed down to restate flippantly, "Oh, Connor, I am merely stating our different tastes in lifestyles. I'm sure neither of the women care about fabrics since they work hard. Now, I must introduce you to-"

Ratonhnhaké:ton was dragged away by her grip and her words were muffled by the music. The sisters and Myriam released a breath of relief now that the tense conversation- ahem, interrogation- was over. Caroline was ready to bid the party goodbye but the smell of the food in the far back was becoming alluring. Corrine was a master with her meals and she wished the jolly woman would drop by.

"I'm scavenging the bar" Myriam informed the group to see if there were any takers. Amelia and Martha were too proper for the drinks and Elizabeth was quick to follow until Caroline yanked her back by her skirt. The redhead pouted to having her fun thwarted and Caroline wrapped an arm around her shoulders to restrain her. Smiling at the two headstrong sisters, Myriam smirked, "If it's empty, I'm hopping over to the other party."

"I'll likely meet you there" Caroline grinned impishly because she'd flash her face for fifteen minutes to appease her parents then bail. Amelia shook her head and figured she'd be walking her sisters back home in an hour or less. Her sisters weren't old enough to join the adult party next door so Amelia would play the babysitter once more. Myriam bid the quintet of sisters goodbye as she moved around the crowd to reach the bar for any alcohol.

Releasing her little hellraiser, Elizabeth groaned to being ignored when Caroline grabbed Martha's left arm. If she was going to be miserable there, she'd make sure someone wasn't. The brunette yelped with surprise to the quick jerk and heard the redhead whisper, "Come along, Martha."

While Clara was occupied showing off to Ratonhnhaké:ton, Caroline pulled her sister towards the young man of her affection. Walter had slowly been walking away from the circle of out of towners under the premise of grabbing food. Despite his proper attire, he carried a more humble outlook than his siblings as he tried to avoid the chatter of city life and latest news.

"Don't be shy and don't let anyone deter you" Caroline encouraged with one last pep talk because her sister looked radiant that day. The white fabric of her dress contrasted against her dark hair but her blushing cheeks gave her a fair feminine appearance. She refused to let Clara's words bother her and smiled when Martha nodded quietly. The young man saw the two approaching him and his eyes lit up to the brunette, just as Caroline spoke up amicably, "Fancy meeting you here. There's so many young ladies here that I doubted we'd find another male soul."

"My sister invited friends that frequent Boston, mainly women" Walter replied with a note of boredom at the end. Living with sisters, he was happy to find a connection with his grandfather and meeting the other men of Davenport. His siblings would complain about the rugged outdoors but he enjoyed the sounds of nature, along with being able to sell hot food and hearing travel tales. Motioning to the large banquet table, he offered, "Please, help yourselves to the food. May I get you anything?"

"Martha's a little shy, why don't you give her a walking tour of the food?" Caroline smiled innocently to push the two together but it didn't need much work. Walter was more than happy to offer his arm to Martha, who blushed faintly to the offer, and quietly looped her arm through his. Caroline was quick to point her thumbs to the entrance and excused herself, "Don't mind me though, I'll find my way around with my sisters."

Before Martha could protest her secret plan, Caroline weaved herself through a chatting group of young women that frequented the inn as guests. Offering pleasantries, she slid by as they smiled with bashful laughs to her sudden presence. Clara glanced at her through her peripheral vision as the laughter stirred attention, thinning her lips to the disruption, and heard Caroline retort, "Don't get your petticoats in a bunch, I'm bidding this place adieu."

Amelia quickly stepped forward to jerk her hotheaded sister away from the party and Caroline didn't resist. She was rather proud she lasted ten minutes without mouthing off. Elizabeth grinned with amusement to her sister's protest and romantic plotting while Alice chuckled behind her hands. Their heels clacked heavily as they regrouped in the nearest corner of the room and Amelia sighed to lecture, "Carrie, no more funny business. Mother will yell at you."

"Get some food and I'll meet you outside" Caroline informed her to let them know she was done with the party. Without all her friends here and the atmosphere being downright suffocating, she sought freedom in the outdoors. Untying her brown bonnet, she handed it over to Elizabeth and grinned slyly, "If you need my bonnet to swipe food to go, feel free."

"Carrie!"

She ignored Amelia's chastising because it hadn't helped anyone so far. She loved her sister so she would let her handle the rest of their brigade and tapped Elizabeth's nose, "Behave for Amelia, I'll be right outside."

"Bah! No room can contain me" she scoffed impishly as her polished look betrayed the wild child lurking inside. She tucked her sister's bonnet under her left arm and disappeared into the crowds. Although she was growing fast, she was still able to use her slim shape to sneak into small places.

"She'll be fine" Caroline assured Amelia quickly before the elder girl chased after her. Alice stuck to Amelia to avoid being separated and the other woman grabbed her hand for support. They would stick close to Elizabeth but not too close that she could detonate with humorous protests.

Caroline exited the inn to escape the party since the lack of decent lively music was driving her insane. That and her shoes were killing her feet. She had outgrown the use of heels after finding comfort in boots and slippers, wondering how she ever tolerated them. She found a log bench set between the two hosting parlors at the front of the inn and plopped down to smile at the cool evening air. Crickets were beginning their nightly songs as the sky had begun to shift into its lilac-blue to signal the last moments of sunset.

A/N: Now that everyone's back in Davenport again, the next bump in the road will strike for Connor and Caroline in the upcoming chapter. That one will resonate into the next couple of chapters. I feel the years 1776-1778 will be the most chaotic and life changing for the characters as they all begin to interact and learn harsh truths. I was rough drafting 1778 out of fun because of Haytham and I really can't wait to bring his character in to hilariously antagonize Connor.

Thank you to my last chapters reviewers!

Jynxhasadragon: I'm glad my story was on your read list for the flight!

East Coast Captain: I'll be analyzing Haytham's inner conflicts and thoughts in those chapters. He and Connor will butt heads a lot like they did in the game but Caroline will be the one that actually gets along with the Templar. Or more like him trying to convince her to join his cause while she rebuffs it, haha.

Shy911: The Clara drama and learning he's an assassin will deal a double whammy on the poor woman. I can't wait to unveil that chapter to the readers!

Christinedbadia5: Haytham will not hesitate to point out harsh truths and contradictions to Connor, haha. Unfortunately, it might make him more stubborn to believe him at first. Caroline, who's more open at seeing the gray instead of black and white, will be taking notes as the conflict between both reaches its finality. With Shay being in France during the fight between the factions, I don't think I'll be having him make a cameo. He might be mentioned by Haytham but that would be it.

Kita: Connor is so focused on his cause and Caroline is right behind him but the two need wakeup calls, which is about to happen in the upcoming chapters. Thank you for the kind remarks, I wanted their humble beginnings from friends to lovers to be gradual since it's a different era and to be believable. Their journey will be like a star as their romance burns slowly before going supernova and reuniting them forever. Aveline will definitely make another appearance in the story. The teen angst and animosity has left the girls at last and I agree Elizabeth is ridiculously adorable, she is one of my favorites.

Chriswill02: Thank you so much for loving the story! It's definitely not on hiatus or stopped, I just happen to upload once a month as I balance work/life with my writing. I definitely have more chapters for this story!

Next Chapter Excerpt:

The trip to Le Dame Bleue was a short one because Stephane preferred to be close to the docks. That way, he could buy the freshest produce and meat from sellers in the early morning. At the same time, he could listen in and gather intel on Templar activities within the moving crowds. His residence was above the restaurant so he had no need to live in two places, preferring to stay by the hustle and bustle of Boston.

"Monsieur Little!"

Duncan paused in his step to the horrendous nickname as he opened closed the door, entering the empty restaurant. The tables were set up for the lunch crowd that would drop by in an hour while Stephane finished wiping his freshly cleaned drinking glasses. His fresh food was finishing its baking time in the oven and it filled the place with the aroma of roasted herbs and butter.

Caroline tried not to laugh when the redhead cleared his throat loudly before declaring, "For the last time, it's Duncan!"

"Greetings, Duncan!" Clipper called out with a peppy smile as he sat next to the bar counter, enjoying his own early lunch. His rifle was set aside to the left beside a knapsack full of furs ready to be sold.

Stephane waved his complaints away as he threw his towel over his shoulder, setting down two clean mugs on the counter. The two would likely be there a while as they often did after training and he sighed when Caroline dropped her coins for a fresh meal. Stephane pushed her money back to let her know she was always welcome and pointed out, "What kind of man would I be to let one of our own starve?"

She blinked back with confusion as she held her coins in her hands and Duncan sat down beside her, chuckling awkwardly before hissing, "Not yet!"

"Still?" both assassins asked incredulously because the redhead was now in their midst constantly. How did their leader not induct her yet?"

"Am I missing something?" she asked with confusion and wondered if she was teetering on the edge of a secret club in the city. She was aware that Ratonhnhaké:ton belonged to certain clubs and maybe the three men were part of another. Did this mean she was close to getting a membership in something? Neat!

"No" Duncan and Stephane replied in unison to keep their secret until their leader allowed it. Luckily for them, he was in Boston now so this would be their chance to push forward for an induction.

"Probably" Clipper answered at the same time, creating a break in synchrony, and flinched when he realized his mistake. The glares sent his way by his brethren didn't help and he slunk in his seat to apologize meekly, "Oops."

"How do you and Connor know each other exactly?" she asked slowly because something didn't sit right, especially after that hiccup. She'd seen familiar reactions with Ratonhnhaké:ton and knew she had to dig in to find out the truth. The question was whether they would allow it or lead her around in circles.

"Connor introduced all of us and we've banded together ever since" Duncan began to explain as loosely as he could because she deserved that much as his friend. She trusted him and it was from that loyalty that he saw her potential to join them. He could see the gears turning in her eyes as she focused on him, ignoring the fresh ale that Stephane kept pushing in her direction. Duncan tapped his fingers against the cool glass before adding a twist to the truth, "You could say we're a very select guild."

"Really?" she asked excitedly to her correct assumption and curiosity ate at her for the truth. She doubted they dabbled in illegal behavior after interacting with Ratonhnhaké:ton and Duncan for years. Even Stephane and Clipper were good citizens. Grabbing her drink, she took a sip of the bubbly alcohol and smiled at the trio, "You don't peg me as bad men so color me curious."

"We all come from humble beginnings and we don't appreciate when innocents are taken advantage of" he continued carefully to be as vague as possible until Ratonhnhaké:ton could speak with her. As leader, it was his right to reveal the truth to her. At this point, he had to stall until he could ask where he was. Otherwise, he would be left with a boggled Caroline and a potentially pissed off Ratonhnhaké:ton. Searching for the right words, he hesitated before admitting, "We rectify society's injustices in our own way, especially if it means irritating those in power."

She snapped her fingers as she hoped to understand his words and offered, "Like the redcoats?"

"That would be one, yes" Duncan agreed because they were one problem being manipulated by a stronger force.

Her blue eyes darted between the trio since they had helped Ratonhnhaké:ton to freedom without hesitation. It didn't speak of an ominous group and they had been nothing but friendly to her. Smiling amicably, she asked them, "Is that why your guild helped Connor? Because he helped you band together?"

Duncan didn't hide the truth this time and answered honestly, "No, he's actually-"

"You don't have any blond ales?" Clipper interrupted the conversation as he eyed Stephane's collection over the bar counter. He wasn't the type for strong brews unless he'd had a horrible day or needed to knock out for the night.

"That's child's play! More for lunch, really" Stephane scoffed to his affinity for lightweight drinks and waved him away with his dishrag. He wasn't the type for a family establishment and carried strong drinks. Pointing at the young assassin, he teased with a smirk, "You've yet to handle a strong ale, boy."

Clipper's ears tinted pink in embarrassment, especially with a lady in the room, and he squared his shoulders to protest, "I'm not a boy!"

Duncan's hand slapped the counter to call their attention and he exclaimed firmly to remind them, "Fellas, I'm trying to have a life altering conversation here!"

"Sorry" the two mumbled sheepishly for intruding with their side conversation.

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