Color The Sky

by Mystic Blade

Connor's life at Davenport homestead brings a sense of family after leaving Kanathséton as he makes new friendships with the residents and finds himself slowly assimilating into one large family. He partakes in a part of life that isn't tied to the assassins while one young resident tackles the new wild frontier to carve a dream for herself as they cultivate their new community.

63. A Bitter End

Music Inspiration: Two Steps From Hell- "Temporal Boundaries"

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A Bitter End

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12 February 1778

Caroline managed to corral Haytham into daily chats and though the Templar complained initially, it had become routine. Ratonhnhaké:ton didn't know what to think of it because on one hand, a paternal figure that voluntarily left his life now wanted to know more about him . . . but he was also his enemy. The situation was murky at best and there were times he believed his father, only for that victory to be short-lived. Their chase after Church was relentless and they rarely lost sight of the ship on the southern trip from the coastline. A few scattered storms struck the Aquila and lingering morning fog would obscure their view to lose sight of it. Regardless, they always picked up the pace to find the other ship. His father's snapping was enough to hurry him, if only to shut him up.

The redhead declared a breakthrough when the Templar let her have one of his coveted cinnamon sugar cookies. She devoured half of her treat with pride while simultaneously wondering if he was luring her trust with food. So far, he had not threatened their lives or made snarky comments on dozens of ways to kill them. He still lectured them like a father and teacher, which she found perplexing and humorous. For her husband, he wasn't swayed by the cookie reward and advised her not to read too much into that. He was also not entirely happy that she got a cookie while all he received were lectures and criticisms on how to be better. Where was his cookie for withstanding that torture? Caroline had shared her leftover cookie with him, pretending to pocket it to eat later, but handed it over once their shifts ended.

He swore his father was trying to trigger jealousy with preference but that would be ridiculous. Despite his sharp and witty tongue, he wasn't the type to stoop to petty levels of revenge. At least, he hoped so. Almost two months had passed with having his father onboard and he wasn't certain on whether that was a good or bad thing. Their spats were not as explosive and common as they had been during the first weeks, mainly due to his wife's intervention. Robert still threatened to hurl his boot at the Templar but tolerated the man for his captain's sake.

Caroline relaxed against the banister of the ship, enjoying the shade that the steering deck provided against her skin. Her chats with her father-in-law would take place in this area during the day but Ratonhnhaké:ton wanted them on the right side. Their closer proximity to the stairs rather than the shrouds would allow him to peer over the railing easily to make sure nothing happened to her. Biting into her morsel of dry bread, she dared to ask about a curious topic that drove her husband mad, "Why Ziio? What made her different from other women?"

Ratonhnhaké:ton often wondered why his logical level-headed mother chose Haytham out of all the men in existence. What had intrigued both to each other? Their personalities contrasted greatly in his personal opinion but Caroline reminded him that their own varied. While her husband was quiet and pensive in conversation, she joined in peppily when invited. Haytham was mildly surprised to hear it from her rather than his son but maybe he had asked her? Was she asking in his stead? He flicked his thumb towards the steering deck, aware the boy was steering, and remarked dryly, "I should ask you the same about my wild child there."

She grinned to the silly joke because there was nothing wild about her husband. By appearance, people would scrutinize him by his skin tone but he held mannerisms and meaningful speech to put anyone in their place. Even on their first meeting, he impressed her with his grasp on the English language and helpful nature. He intrigued her from that single interaction and she smiled fondly in remembrance to his short hair and deerskin outfit. His physical prowess was intimidating to strangers but he was kindhearted, leading her to admit easily about their intertwined past, "He lived alone most of his life while I was used being shuffled from log camps to lumber mills and back. He was my first real friend, one who didn't laugh at me for my origins, and I cherished that. We were lonely souls trying to find our place in this harsh world but he has veracity and a fierce spirit like no other."

She loved him fiercely for his loyalty and protective nature over her and her family. He founded their town and earned the trust of everyone who lived there. She flicked her right index finger in his direction to mimic his earlier action and beckoned, "Your turn."

"She was a warrior, proud against those who persecuted her" he revealed to his first impression of the native woman because she kept evading him long enough to draw his curiosity. No woman had yet to make him fall out of numerous trees to chase after her. Unlike his son and his wife that met under peaceful terms, he and Ziio were thrust together during a covert mission. Life worked mysteriously and by chance, but he didn't regret a single moment with her. He wished her life had been lived differently, alongside their son, but he couldn't change that. The redhead placed her elbows over her crossed her legs, leaning closer with interest, and he continued, "We met during a mission and it was hard to remove her from my mind. We must have a penchant for strong people."

An amused smirk crossed her lips to his words and she chided gently, "Did you inadvertently call your son strong?"

Haytham frowned slightly because he was indeed similar to his mother in comparison to himself. Both were compelled to protect their village while their son helped civilians and provided homes for some of them. It was an altruistic and honorable action that he couldn't deny, wondering if he had inadvertently created a truly benevolent person in the world. He was far from perfect and his methods for victory were questionable but he never saw himself as either a good or evil person. His son, however, was proving to have a heart greater than his own and Ziio's – a trait that was admirable but vulnerable. Not wanting to give the redhead the point, he murmured halfheartedly, "Physically but the other portions . . ."

"Kenway" she haggled with a knowing look to pry out a compliment from the man. Her husband deserved to have one positive sentence aimed in his direction. She had a nagging feeling that the Templar cared for his son but he had a horrible way of vocalizing it.

"That's Mr. Kenway" he corrected matter-of-factly to remind her he was the elder and she saluted him with an amused smile. He shouldn't have been enjoying conversations with his sworn enemies but his son and his wife were quite humble and friendly when their roles within the Assassins were set aside. This made it much harder to find a reason to kill them off easily.

She hoped to reach through the man's head to set aside his deep-set ideals and give a chance for a semblance of family. The Templar had been void of a family for most of his life, similar to her husband, but she provided that for Ratonhnhaké:ton upon meeting. Her family had always included him as part of the family before their budding relationship and she wondered if that helped him flourish into an honorable man. There was so much more to him if one took the time to care and she advised, "Don't stay his enemy. You have a wonderful son that's simply trying to protect his people and other innocents, just like his mother."

Haytham dwelled on that double-edged sword of a choice because he would betray either his ideals or the child he ignored. Why was his son too stubborn to see that Templar order was needed to keep society from erupting into chaos? Caroline also knew a fact that eluded most and pointed out softly, "You saved him in New York for a reason. Don't waste it."

This revelation seized his attention instantly because he tried his best to stick within the congested crowds. Caroline kept no secrets from her spouse and admitted it to him during their first weeks at sea. She didn't want him to reject his father solely on his perspective but not entirely trust him either because he kept certain things to himself. His eyes narrowed to having that secret revealed, wondering who else knew (particularly, his son), and questioned, "What did you say?"

"You were the one who cut his noose back in New York" she answered easily to what she witnessed when trying to save Ratonhnhaké:ton from being hanged. It was a frightening moment for her and the high vantage point on the balcony provided her a view of who lent the helping hand. She was desperate to free him herself after Clipper's arrow failed to sever the noose but Haytham intervened. Being a Templar, he would want the most dangerous Assassin to be executed and end their greatest threat. Instead, he committed treason by letting him live and she smiled faintly, "You saved his life when his men failed. I do thank you for that."

"Another reason to not fall in with their lot" Haytham replied dryly to what love had unleashed twenty years later. Caroline simply shook her head because there were fallacies on both sides that could be distorted and tainted. Although she didn't agree with all Haytham's methods, she saw that he did seek peace and order. She wasn't necessarily in agreement to those means but she believed both sides were capable of cooperation. Humankind didn't simply split into Assassins and Templars automatically, placing a gamble that there was more to the ancient technology than either group knew. He snapped her out of her pensive thoughts when he muttered with disappointment, "It appears we're aware of each other's secrets."

"Please, I've barely dented the surface of the iceberg known as Mr. Kenway" she chuckled softly to breaching his darkest secrets and shook her head. He was smart enough to detect and dodge questions he didn't like, which was why he and her husband clashed because one pushed the other. She would move away from a topic before approaching it in the future, noting what passed and what didn't. Avoiding accusatory questions that began with 'why', she used gentle coaxing by asking casually, "What made you save your enemy if you truly wanted him dead? Curiosity again? A boon for lost time?"

"I have my reasons" he answered simply to keep that secret to himself and watched her eyes twinkle. His son compared her to an eagle and he was inclined to agree because she kept a strict eye from the crow's nest. Apparently, enough of a keen eye because she'd seen him back in New York. You never knew when an eagle was watching you from afar, given their astute vision. His son, on the other hand, was a wolf that watched him unafraid from a visible distance and pounced when least expected. Hmm, he should eye that steering deck more often just in case.

Caroline wanted to find a halfway point where they could converge in peace, setting aside their factions. They were father and son with neither appearing that they truly wanted to kill the other. She decided to treat them like a quarreling family and she crossed her arms to fuss at her father-in-law, "I'm aware that you're both on different sides but it doesn't mean you have to fight like cats and dogs. He is your son, one that sees his father value a secret order higher than his flesh and blood. I come from a family whose father would tear you apart for touching a hair on my head and although I do not know the history of the Kenway family, can you live with yourself knowing you shoved aside your child for an organization?"

The Templars had been in his life longer than a child he discovered only four years prior. The boy shouldn't have mattered at all in the big span of his goals. However, in those four years, the young man had proved himself to be quite resilient. Haytham wasn't ready to commit to open arms for his child and posed the same question at the woman, "Would you?"

"I would leave the Assassins if it meant protecting my child from the world" she replied earnestly because she and her husband had already spoken about it. Her wellbeing came first in their marriage and having a child would place even higher important on keeping them safe. She would take temporary leave from the Order to raise their family, taking a more supportive role in the shadows. Shrugging nonchalantly, she didn't hesitate to agree with that prospect, "I am aware I will have to one day."

Haytham respected her decision to willingly leave for the sake of her family. Ziio had left to protect her people while he continued with his work, but their son created a family of his own that was incredibly rare for their time. That joy, however, could easily be ripped away by danger and he asked perceptively, "Would he do the same for you?"

Ratonhnhaké:ton worked with the Assassins before they met and Caroline believed in his work. Yes, she feared for his safety and wellbeing with the physical, mental, and emotional burdens that the lifestyle carried but respected his choice. It had yet to interfere in their marriage and if problems arose, they would tackle it together. He was trying to make the world a better place, not only for them, but for everyone that faced subjugation and inequality. Not only that, but he was actively trying to find peace with Haytham and she pointed out, "He is working with you and you with him, doesn't that show there is a path to breach peace? War does not bring victory to both sides. Avoiding useless bloodshed with compromise can bridge differences."

The Assassins and Templars had been warring for centuries with generations spanning over a millennium. How did his son think he could bring an end to that? Even he didn't believe it was possible. There was too much distrust and disdain on both sides for an alliance or ceasefire. Shaking his head to the silly notion, he questioned matter-of-factly, "What if the gap is too great?"

"Believing it's impossible is already admitting defeat" she answered peppily with a cheerful smile that caused an instant frown on the Templar. Ratonhnhaké:ton always thought positively, refusing to cave into pessimism, and she adapted that mentality herself.

"I can see why my son married you" he muttered dryly to their positivity on life challenges and wondered how the two kept emerging without cynicism. Colonial society would chew and spit his son out with enough time, especially if he turned against them, which he could easily see happen with their false freedom spiel. He didn't want that harsh treatment for him but he needed to become a realist with how the world truly worked. Otherwise, his children would be subjected to worse.

"You wish to control through order but cannot guide a generation to be equal without anyone ruling over one another?" she suggested with curiosity to a concept where both factions could come together. Instead of destroying each other and uprooting society, they could unite it and reach a new age of enlightenment. Her little town was a sanctuary and a prime example of how she envisioned a fair and equal world to live in where everyone looked out for one another. Haytham wasn't convinced by her view of a utopia but she didn't care, adding in, "To have a society where members aim to keep everyone safe, not through fear, but peaceful understanding and compromise?"

"When did you become a philosopher?" Haytham chastised her fantasy to join everyone in peace and abolish all conflict. Humankind was naturally selfish which required order and punishment when they caused mischief for others. A dream like hers wouldn't happen overnight but nothing could talk the two out of their free and honor-bound society. Honestly, the Assassins would implode society by letting everyone run amok.

Crossing her arms, she shrugged nonchalantly and proposed aloud with intrigue, "I have learned from the Assassins, I can also learn from a Templar. Surely, there must be a line where both groups can meet."

Haytham did not expect the woman to be open to learning about their Order and wondered if it was a trap. His son lashed out when he tried to convert him but had he also been trying to quietly learn about his ideals? Was there possibly a chance to breach peace where neither group annihilated each other? Caroline smiled cheekily, forming a heart with her fingers over her chest, and preened slyly, "Won't you be my neighbor, Mr. Kenway?"

Her eyes widened seconds later when she heard frantic footsteps from the steering deck heading in her direction and she looked up. Her husband leaned over the railing, clutching it tightly in his left hand while the right outstretched to point at his wife. His face was contorted in alarm and he declared swiftly to dissuade her hand of friendship of going too far, "Do not ask him to move in!"

"I might be tempted if there were grandchildren" Haytham disagreed primly to being denied a plot of land close to his son but highly doubted peace would follow them. Raising children were out of the question, given his grown son, but grandchildren weren't entirely out of the picture. That was easier said than done, given the offended glare that was aimed in his direction. He raised his hands to show he meant peace and reasoned swiftly, "What? I never had the chance of being one."

Ratonhnhaké:ton narrowed his gaze to his willingness to be a grandfather but not a parent. Given his nonchalance towards their lost relationship, he wouldn't allow him near his children to allow the same hurt. He didn't intend to be vindictive for the past but he couldn't help but state quietly, "You had the chance to be a father."

"To a cranky teenager ready to disembowel my men?" his father shot back to running behind an emotional adolescent that would sooner run off than listen to him. He had not made the best decisions when it came to parenting and grudgingly accepted that he failed as a parent. His son wasn't someone to be ashamed of, wondering if staying out of his life was better, but he had grown up with people who shared none of his bloodline. The civilians of Davenport clearly cared for him and he stayed his hand from interfering with the town once more. Glancing away from the piercing stare of his son, he pretended to find interest in a spot on the floor and remarked, "I'd rather choose the grandchild. Easier slate and temperament."

"Easier to manipulate" Ratonhnhaké:ton corrected sharply because what was to stop his father from doing the same that befell him at that age. Any future children would be safeguarded in Davenport with Caroline's parents, the only acceptable grandparents in his view. They had never turned him away and were the closest role models to parents that he would allow his children near.

He had a valid point but Haytham wouldn't give it to him, lecturing his attitude, "Don't be fresh."

Caroline peered past her husband's shoulder because she couldn't see the wheel, asking aloud, "Wait, who's steering the ship?"

"I got it, Burnett" Robert called back dryly because he wasn't stepping into that family mess. He was more than happy to stick in the shadows and steer the ship, oblivious to any family drama.

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7 March 1778

At the coast of Martinique, the Aquila had cut the distance between itself and the Welcome. Unfortunately, the rocky terrain and shallow waters surrounding the island geography made it tricky for maneuvering. Ratonhnhaké:ton wasn't new to it after visiting the islands years prior and weaving through icebergs up north provided plenty of experience. His father, on the other hand, became a constant backseat captain as they came closer on approach to the Welcome's trail. It was fine for the first hour during the tailing of the other ship but now, he was seeking refuge within his own thoughts to block him out. The last thing he needed was to make a grievous error and strike the protruding rocks, which would dent or cause a serious leak in the hull. They were weaving between two large cliffs within a narrow path, to which he stuck at half-sail to avoid damaging the ship. Caroline guided him from her high perch with an orange triangular flag to signal the continued narrowed space to the crew while hollering any new changes.

Haytham was not convinced at all that they were on the right track and commented skeptically, "I told you this was a poor heading. Church is surely days ahead of us now..."

Caroline was not one to tolerate backseat steering of the beloved Aquila or insults to her captain. She could hear the nagging from her vantage point and didn't want her husband questioned. He had never led them astray and was wise in his decisions, given that they all agreed on this route after she showed the crew the maps of the islands. Gripping the new steel railing around the crow's nest platform, she peered down at the Templar to call out, "How can you even be sure?"

Robert offered the second voice of support because his captain knew what he was doing. He wasn't a dunce or naïve, prioritizing the safety of the ship over a victory. Haytham was clearly not the type to compliment or encourage his son but Robert had been around long enough to guide the boy. Standing by the alarm bells behind his captain, he shot the man a firm glare and shot back, "Have some faith in the boy! He's yet to disappoint!"

Haytham refrained from snorting, crossing his arms in defiance, before retorting sharply, "Well, the bar's not been set very high now, has it?"

Ratonhnhaké:ton ignored yet another slight to his experience as a captain but refused to let it affect him. His crew had never complained and he always encouraged feedback or ideas from them to be a collaborative team. In all his years, the sailors remained loyal and only those who grew tired of the sea life or needed to prioritize their family left. He was lucky in never having a mutiny or constant turnover of crew, which often occurred with weakly led ships. Steering the wheel to guide the ship into a smooth short left turn, he stated simply, "We are closer than you think, father."

There was fog dwelling in the distance throughout Martinique, threatening to obscure their view but they were persistent. Caroline switched to a navy flag to signal that open water was ahead and he felt immense relief to escape the narrow crevice. Keeping the ship steady in the last hurdle of the tiny area, the rock walls receded to make way for open water that touched on the coastline of Martinique. His shoulders relaxed to being in a large space where he could maneuver the ship more freely. From her spot on the crow's nest, Caroline spotted a brown blob mixing between the fog against the rock cliffs and she withdrew her spyglass from her coat pocket. Extending it, she targeted the suspicious object and a wide smile spread across her lips.

"Ship is ahead, captain! 1 o'clock!" she yelled hastily, keeping her spyglass on the enemy ship, and pointed in its direction. The island was void of any other ships since they arrived and with Church making his path to that specific area, their chances of catching him doubled.

Ratonhnhaké:ton hoped that it was their target, trying not to grin at his grumpy father, and called out, "Is it the Welcome?"

Robert caught sight of the bobbing ship in the distance, remembering its neutral brown paint, and confirmed, "Aye! And she's dropped anchor."

Haytham had to grudgingly give the boy points for catching up to Church's ship, finally seeing it as a positive sign for being on the right track. After two months at sea, he wanted to catch the fool and eliminate him and all his lackeys. Leaning against the right side of the banister, he peered at the looming ship that peeked out through the fog and beckoned, "Bring us in for a closer look, son."

He would never get used to hearing that word, mainly because of the insults usually attached afterwards. Out of all the men in the colonies, this one had to be his father. Pushing the thought out of his mind, he called out to Caroline's team to pull back the sails to let the Aquila move forward on her own momentum. They needed a closer inspection of the ship, especially when it failed to move on their approach. A well-manned and vigilant ship would have fired within viewing distance, leading him to state, "It seems the ship has been abandoned."

Haytham frowned at the new finding, hoping that he hadn't hopped onto another unknown ship. That would make their investigation twice as hard. He didn't think chasing after the traitor would be this much of a pain in the hindquarters and muttered, "Church always was a slippery little bastard . . ."

While the men studied the abandoned ship, Caroline had been taking note of a ship moving from behind one of the rock cliffs. It was a smaller schooner, built for speed in trading rather than firepower like their larger frigate. Still, when she saw the bow move away sharply from their direction discreetly rather than simply moving in a linear path, she called out swiftly, "Enemy ahead! 9 o'clock! Church is making to flee!"

Ratonhnhaké:ton would not be letting the man escape, turning the ship sharply to the left to give chase, and yelled out, "We need speed, half-sail!"

The canvas sails were unfurled once more to use the winds to speed the ship along. With the Aquila having a heavier frame, they would need the wind as an advantage to keep pace with the lean schooner. The waves crashed against the hull of the Aquila as it moved from calm waters to turbulent currents, returning to the rocky terrain once more.

Ratonhnhaké:ton led the ship straight on a northern path, bypassing a round rock arch that narrowly avoided hitting the foremast. Caroline couldn't help but stare at the gigantic arch with awe as it passed overhead, wishing she could reach out to touch it. What a beauty of nature. Gathering her bearings once more, she looked down to her loyal subordinates as they huddled on the main mast, shrouds, and yard with safety harnesses. Being clear of the arch, she called down to them with a new order, "Full-sail! The captain needs everything!"

Ratonhnhaké:ton stopped the order from leaving his lips, surprised to her intuition, and refrained from smiling. She was beginning to read the wind, waters, and the Aquila's movements at the same level as he was. Keeping his eyes locked on the schooner, he remarked loudly with subtle amusement, "I didn't give the order yet . . . but yes!"

They were temporarily in open water which allowed the Aquila to make the best of it with all her sails unfurled. The small schooner was swift as it bobbed against the strong currents, defying the tumultuous nature of the sea. Ratonhnhaké:ton kept a steady grip on the wheel when a high wave threatened to push them left and away from the schooner's path. Caroline called out to her crew to shift the foresails to the right to gain balance from the force of the winds against the sea current.

Haytham didn't make the situation of steering through the currents easy by questioning, "How is it you came to captain a ship, given the way you sail?"

Robert wasn't having any heckling through a tense situation that needed his captain's focus and answered confidently, "It's called a zero-defeat streak."

The Aquila was able to gain enough speed as it barreled through the open water to approach an area with a rocky cliff that split the path into two. Caroline pulled out her blue flag to signal it to the right to keep the Aquila away from rockier and a tighter path. She could see a safer path if they steered to the right but her flag slapped against her forearm sharply. A gust of strong wind pushed her against the left side of the metal balcony and she hollered to the crew, "Rogue wind!"

While Caroline ordered her subordinates to shift the sails in the opposite direction for balance, Ratonhnhaké:ton kept the ship steady against the ferocious wind. It knocked their ship to the left that it was too late for him to take Caroline's suggested path, forcing him into the tighter left crevice. It wasn't ideal for the ship but he'd gone through worse. Ordering the navigations crew to return to a half-sail to squeeze into the inlet, he was once again plagued by his father's heckling, "Perhaps someone with more experience should take the wheel?"

Caroline wanted her husband to focus on not crashing the ship against the rock wall zooming past them and shot back sarcastically, "I thought Grandmasters were all about plotting world domination, not sailing in the Caribbean."

Haytham was instantly distracted by the redhead, turning away from his grateful son, and he lectured, "Don't be cheeky."

The Aquila cleared the narrow path to return to open water and Ratonhnhaké:ton ordered for the sails to be unfurled. They no longer needed caution in open water and with cannon fire being shot in their direction, they sorely needed sharp turns to avoid more damage. David directed the top deck to fire in return since the second level could only direct fire straight across. Richard helped him with guiding the stern while David took the bow, taking to the shrouds for a better view. The schooner still had a lead on them and Haytham was not keen of that, ordering his son, "Speed, Connor! We need more speed!"

"This is all that's technologically possible, Mr. Kenway!" Caroline answered back because the sails and wind were all that they had. They were at the mercy of the elements and so far, nobody had conjured a faster ship. If he knew of a faster method of travel across the sea, she was all ears.

Haytham swore the birds were flying faster than the blasted ship and wondered how they managed to win fights. Was this the best his son could do? How had he not earned defeat yet with this slow turtle of a ship? Church would be halfway to the southern continent after clearing the terrain at this rate. Trying to keep calm about possibly losing his target, he sighed aloud with dismay, "It's almost as though you want him to escape . . . can the ship go no faster?!"

Caroline raised a brown flag to let him know rocky terrain was upcoming once more and called down smartly, "The slower turtle can still win the race. It's all about calculation."

"We are not returning to the talk on turtles!" Haytham chastised indignantly after she found fun in calling him a turtle parent that simply scuttled off. Frankly, he preferred that to being called a salmon fish. However, he would not entertain silly chatter on turtles during an important mission ever again. With the schooner on the opposite side of the scattered rocks jutting out from the water, he hastened, "Hurry, son! We won't get a second chance at this!"

The problem arose when the schooner decided to weave further into the rocky terrain by turning left into narrower paths. Their sleek form would easily fit but the Aquila would endure severe damage to her sides. They had counted on fighting a frigate, not a little schooner. Robert frowned instantly at their tactic to evade them by using the terrain and he advised his captain, "She's passing between the cliffs, boy, and the Aquila's too big to follow. We need to go around!"

Caroline motioned to her crew to shift the sails to the right to assist the Aquila in pushing out of harm's way from the underwater rocks. Haytham wanted to throw his hat overboard in frustration when the Aquila moved further away from their target. What in blazes was his son thinking? Were they going to allow Church to escape? When did a little scratch matter in the final outcome? Ratonhnhaké:ton kept the ship steady by moving to the right, away from the sharp jutting rocks to move around them. He treated rocky terrain like icebergs, never knowing the true depth and extent of the unseen danger. To Haytham, the passing seconds and movements away from the schooner were painfully unbearable and he snapped, "Goddammit! We're going to lose him!"

Robert shook his head because they weren't about to chase after the schooner and become stuck between the cliffs. They would lose the enemy and their way home with that foolish choice, stranded in the isolated island. Their captain wouldn't risk their lives and his path around the jutting rocks would add time to the chase but they would remain safe. The wind was on their side, which the navigations team used with the angling of the sails, and he called out, "What other choice have we?! Those rocks would crush us!"

The Aquila glided sleekly over the water with Ratonhnhaké:ton keeping a strong hand on the wheel, even when a strong gust of wind struck from the left. Their ship was going against multiple elements but they would not admit defeat easily. Steering to the left to push into the wind, they broke through easily and the frigate was released with a quick boost in speed. Boy, was he glad to feel it when resistance loosened in the wheel. The flow of the waves moved in the direction of the schooner and he reassured his father calmly, "The current here is swift. We still have a chance."

Their stroke of luck over the water was quickly thwarted when they turned left around the bend. A large Man O' War lurked behind the cliffside, patiently awaiting their approach and they had the advantage by firing upon them. Ratonhnhaké:ton tried to steer the ship back to the right to avoid damage, hollering at his crew to take cover, but cannon fire tore through the left side of the top deck. Debris flew through the air as the men scrambled to escape the barrage while also seeking the closest cannons. Their situation became tenser when Caroline shouted down to inform him, "There's five ships – four schooners and the Man O' War!"

His sailors were scrambling to load the cannons and he called out to his gunnery officers, "Ready our weapons, prepare to return fire!"

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The Aquila had sustained superficial damage and a few injured sailors on the top deck from the flying debris. Nonetheless, they managed to destroy all the schooners to target the Man O' War to disable the larger ship. He was focusing his attack with chain shots to damage and bring down the masts. His father kept hollering for him to destroy the ship but Ratonhnhaké:ton needed the supplies to keep his promise to Washington. Not only that, but Caroline had signed the agreement that the supplies would yield legal status for all the Davenport homestead for their assistance. He needed that cache intact.

Ratonhnhaké:ton had just about enough of his criticisms and the whole ship heard him chastise his father, "I don't need your backseat steering. I know what I'm doing!"

Both of their emotions were running high at that moment and Haytham slammed his palms on the banister to declare sardonically, "Oh, really? Disabling that ship first would have saved you a few shots at your men!"

"More chain shots, you say?" David piped up randomly, trying to keep a grin off his face, and Ratonhnhaké:ton nodded in agreement. His men knew when to intervene to keep his father off his back and the orders of his attack style. He could not ask for a better crew. He was more than ready to end this fight, if only to shut up his father.

"Let the boy lead, he's doing a fine job" Robert snapped at the Templar to keep him off the captain's back since the battle was close to finishing. With each ship rounding each other to land a strike, Ratonhnhaké:ton was steering his ship with calculation to avoid missing an opening to fire. He had already claimed success on finding Church, steering through the narrow paths through the island, chasing the schooner, and destroying the other ships. Frankly, no other captain could do better in Robert's view. The poor boy was quite unlucky in having the Templar as a father.

"You let my husband captain this ship or so help me, I'll drop a coconut on your head!" Caroline threatened defensively from her spot because she would not stand for anyone insulting him. She appreciated Robert's support and knew the old sailor would keep her husband safe and focused. His tolerance against the heckling was admirable because even she wanted to hurl her boot at the Templar. The travel south had exposed her to the deliciousness of coconuts and she had brought quite a few onboard to crack to feast on the white goo inside. Throwing one at the Templar once they reached safe waters was tempting by the passing minutes.

The fierce attacks from the Aquila against the large masts won with David leading the men by guiding them on where to target. Despite being below deck, Richard managed to strike the base of the masts to clear out enemy forces while rocking the wooden posts to weaken them. Together, they cheered when the top of the main mast toppled over with a great and horrible crack. It crashed heavily against the foremast, its entire weight bending the other damaged structure and the two toppled over the top deck. Only the mizzen mast remained on the steering deck but it was far too small to move the gargantuan ship. Caroline clapped happily at witnessing the disabled ship, bringing their team one step closer to victory.

Once the cannon fire ceased to bring an end to the attack, Ratonhnhaké:ton hollered his next set of orders, "Men, prepare to board-"

Haytham had enough of his son's cautious approach and decided to take command himself to eliminate Church. Pushing forward, he collided the full force of his weight against his son's right side to knock him aside. Ratonhnhaké:ton did not expect the sudden attack, skidding against the rocking ship to grip the banister on the left side of the deck. Was his father insane?

"What are you doing?!" he demanded angrily to being forced from the wheel when he had the situation handled. He would not let his father seize command of his vessel, refusing to let the Templar touch the Assassin ship. The turbulence from the ship's movement under his father's control caused him to stumble and he fell back against the damaged railing.

"Ending this!" his father called out before swinging the steering wheel sharply to the left to ram the Aquila into the enemy ship. Neither Ratonhnhaké:ton nor Robert could reach the Templar in time to stop him, hurled against the floor from the impact. Haytham wasn't leaving anything to chance when it came to Church and he had behaved patiently up to that point. With the end within reach, he would not waste the opportunity.

Caroline grabbed onto the mast to keep a tight grip to avoid falling overboard and shouted angrily at the man's impatience, "Oh, damn it to hell! The ship's already dead in the water!"

The Aquila shook heavily against the sudden impact against the larger ship and Ratonhnhaké:ton managed to grasp the banister to stand upright. He prayed that the lower hull had not been damaged or their return home would be even longer for repairs. Seeing that David was safely at the left shroud, he hollered desperately to regain control of the situation, "Secure the ships!"

The Clutterbuck brothers echoed the orders to the men to begin securing the ships for boarding. The horrible creaking of wood over the crashing waves ceased momentarily and the decks stabilized enough from the swaying to allow the crew to mobilize. Ratonhnhaké:ton and Robert were able to regain their footing with the captain grabbing the wheel when his father carelessly abandoned it. He was furious about having his ship damaged and mistreated, glaring at the man, but Haytham quickly descended the stairs to the top deck. His focus was entirely on Church and he would not let anyone say otherwise, even his son. Caroline descended from the crow's nest with the pulley system, worried for the safety of her crew and husband. She knew Haytham was determined with his mission but having him seize control of the ship had not entered her mind.

Robert was already at the top of the stairs, descending them carefully to order the men, "Hook us in! Bring her close! To arms! To arms!"

The sailors picked up the closest gear within reach to swing it over the distance to link both ships together. A few of the enemy crew tried to sever the ropes but Richard ordered the men on his side to use rifles to thwart their efforts. With the metal prongs buried deeply in the wood of the banisters, the men formed a short line at each rope to bridge both ships with physical force. Caroline landed on the top deck, running past the men to grasp the base of the banister that led to the steering deck, and spotted her husband descending the stairs. He quickly pointed to his father, who was brazenly jumping off their ship to land on the enemy Man O' War. Neither of the two was surprised by his haste to eliminate his previous colleague and Caroline hoped he wouldn't be that determined if he came after them one day.

Nodding to his wife, she knew he was heading in right after the man. Quickly checking to see that her pistols were fully loaded, she was right on his heel when he began moving towards the railing of the ship. She would always be by his side through thick and thin, even if it meant jumping onto large warships. Robert offered them a friendly wave of departure as the couple darted past him, already accustomed to their style of leaving the ship in his hands. With Haytham ramming the ship, he allowed for a closer tie that dipped the opposite ship's hull in their favor.

Caroline would never get used to propelling herself onto an unknown ship and always kept a finger close to the trigger mechanism of her hidden blade. It was far easier to use that than her old hunting knife or the smaller dagger from her husband, sparing her lifesaving seconds. Ratonhnhaké:ton landed in front of her, moving fluidly like a cat to shield her from the front while she kept an eye on his back. A man flew at him with a brandished sword but Ratonhnhaké:ton struck his own sword against him to parry, winning easily with his strength. Kicking the man in the abdomen, he struck the back of the man's neck with the blunt hilt of the sword to render him unconscious.

Peering over the chaos that erupted over the top deck, he tried to find his father but to no avail. He moved fast despite his age and headed to the bow of the ship where the stairs were located. If Church was still onboard, he was likely heading into the deeper levels in the vain hope that they would be eliminated topside. Moving through the fighting crowd, he shoved aside or stabbed anyone in his way and told his wife, "I need to get below deck. Who knows what madness my father intends."

Caroline already had an answer prepared for that because it wouldn't be anything nice. Using her hidden blade to stab the chest of a man running at them with a sword, she kicked the sailor away by the abdomen. She preferred for the enemy to try to flee and save themselves rather than engage them. Covering his back as they continued pressing forward to the main mast, she laughed sarcastically, "I do and it all relates to shiny weapons. Let's go!"

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After fighting their way through the Man O' War, Ratonhnhaké:ton and Caroline made their way to the lower decks of the ship. Their crew held the upper hand against Church's men but Ratonhnhaké:ton needed to find his father before their plan went awry. Well, more than it already had. He cast aside his initial outrage at being shoved aside but felt disappointed in himself that he allowed his ship to earn intentional damage. Like Caroline stressed, the ship had been neutralized as a threat and only required boarding to overtake the other crew. His father, unfortunately, lacked patience and trust in him. They faced no enemies on their trip down with all men either fighting for their ship or abandoning it for possible safety on the coast.

The two descended the silent stairs to the third level where they heard Haytham's voice echo through the empty hallway, "So here we are, face to face at last, my friend. It's been quite an adventure – let me tell you – working my way through your nasty little tricks and traps. Clever. Some of them, anyway. I'll give you credit for that. And for the quietude with which you pulled it off. We had a dream, Benjamin! A dream you sought to destroy! And for that, my fallen friend, you will be made to pay."

The couple approached the door that they heard his voice echoing from and prepared for the worst. Ratonhnhaké:ton pushed open the slightly ajar door into the room with Caroline close on his heels. He didn't want to distrust his father but he could always betray both himself and Church before escaping. Haytham's target and sole focus was Church while his was finding the supplies, recovering them, and eliminating Church. The couple was surprised to find the scene awaiting them with both men inside the room since they expected a clean swift ending. Instead, they arrived at a bloody brawl. Haytham clearly had the upper hand by looming over Benjamin Church, who was sprawled over the floor on his back, while beating him with his bare fists.

Caroline paused behind her husband, who stared in bewilderment between the two, and holstered her pistols at seeing the room empty. It was only them in that lone room and nobody would be treading past the door, sealing it shut. She was pleasantly amused by her father-in-law's choice in attack and pondered aloud to her spouse, "Huh, didn't expect fists at all. Maybe a punch or two."

Haytham dealt with enough of Benjamin's side dealings to grow tired of his selfish needs. The Templar's Order was meant to improve society, not dabble in debauchery and greed. At least, that was his mindset and what he originally taught them all. Had his words gone through one ear and out the other? Punching the man across the left cheek, he called back, "Some fights require a personal touch."

Ratonhnhaké:ton was not the type of man to prolong unneeded physical torture on his enemies. This is what made him different from his father and his men. They had boarded and gained control of the ship, subdued Church, and the stolen goods were within reach. For him, that was a good end to a mission. He placed his left hand between his father and Benjamin to stop the next onslaught of attacks, ordering firmly, "Enough! We came here for a reason."

The Templar was not particularly keen on his son's methods to play nice but he did make Benjamin a decent punching bag for a few minutes. He didn't want to sour the peace he had brokered with him and swallowed his annoyance to let him have the rest of the interrogation. Roughly releasing the bleeding man, he stood upright to back off and muttered, "Different reasons, it seems."

Caroline shot him a firm look to get along with her husband and he raised his bruised hands peacefully. Her left eyebrow quirked to the bloody marks on his knuckles but she said nothing. As long as they weren't aimed at any of her friends and family, he could punch out any Templars he wished. Ratonhnhaké:ton kneeled down to gaze down at the pitiful Church, who now sported a bruised and bloodied face, and calmly inquired, "Where are the supplies you stole?"

His kindness was not returned by the other Templar when Benjamin spat out blood to snap back, "Go to hell."

Haytham wasn't surprised by the attitude at all which was the main irritator that led him to begin punching the man. Subduing the man into unconsciousness and mercifully killing him wasn't for a man like Benjamin. Ratonhnhaké:ton said nothing but unsheathed his hidden blade to stab the man in his midsection. He didn't automatically want to go for a killing strike but he had proved to be uncooperative thus far. Haytham tried not to snort to his action and crossed his arms to point out smartly, "See? Even you can't hold back from his punchable face either."

Ratonhnhaké:ton ignored the goading because he would not be like his father, resolving to stay on an honorable path. He would not make the man suffer longer than he needed to because he required answers to finish the mission. The agreement between Caroline and Washington would succeed by presenting the stolen goods and he would make sure that their loved ones stayed safe. There was more riding on this than supplies and he questioned tightly, "I ask again, where are the supplies?"

Benjamin could feel his life slipping away with the blood soaking through his clothes. Was this the end of everything? Had it been a decent life to bid farewell too? Given that he was alone on the deck of a ship with nobody on his side, he wasn't so sure. It was too late now anyway. He would not be leaving the ship that day since the Aquila had triumphed over his. Clearing his throat to catch his breath, he answered the other man with reluctance, "On the island yonder, awaiting pickup. But you've no right to it. It isn't yours."

Haytham was almost embarrassed by how childish his old colleague sounded but Caroline beat him in responding frankly, "It isn't yours either."

Her husband would never be selfish and claim what wasn't his own, being too familiar with colonial conquest. He shook his head, sparing the man a look of disappointment, and stated coldly, "No, not mine. Those supplies are meant for men and women who believe in something bigger than themselves. Who fight and die that one day they might be free from tyranny such as you."

Benjamin scoffed derisively to his claims on independence and demanded tightly to the hypocrisy, "Are these the same men and women who fight with muskets forged from British steel? Who bind their wounds with bandages sewn by British hands. How convenient for them. We do the work. They reap the rewards."

Ratonhnhaké:ton frowned at that drastic change of perspective because both sides were losing people in the conflict. Each side believed they were right in the cause but the colonists were facing a stronger enemy from across the sea. He was not surprised by the manipulation by the Templar to find a valid excuse and pointed out, "You spin a story to excuse your crimes. As though you're the innocent one and they the thieves."

The older man scowled to being pinned with the blame as the treacherous one, though Haytham gave his son the point on that one. The lousy bastard had embezzled their money and funneled it from both sides of the war to fill his own pockets. Choking on his own blood, Benjamin narrowed his eyes at the naïve man to state frankly, "It's all a matter of perspective. There is no single path through life that's right and fair and does no harm. Do you truly think the Crown has no cause? No right to feel betrayed? You should know better than this, dedicated as you are to fighting Templars – who themselves see their work as just."

Feeling his life wilt away, he left the Assassin to ponder one last thing with his final breath, "Think on that the next time you insist your work alone befits the greater good. Your enemy would beg to differ – and would not be without cause."

The Templar's head fell back against the floorboard as his breathing stopped, his fingers twitching to the lack of air that failed to fill his lungs. Ratonhnhaké:ton gave him his last rites in Kanien'kéha to convey respect to his enemy, closing his eyes to give him a kind death. If only he would be so lucky when his own time came.

Gazing at the floorboards that were now soaked with the man's crimson blood, he sighed softly, "Your words may have been sincere, but that does not make them true."

"You did well, his passing was a boon for us both" Haytham spoke up confidently from behind but Ratonhnhaké:ton didn't see himself performing well on that mission. Mainly because he had to fight his father for the wheel of the Aquila during the chase. His target was regaining the supplies and he got mixed into the squabble between Church and his father. He flinched with surprise when he felt the man pat him on the back and Haytham suggested, "Come on. I expect you'll want my help retrieving everything from the island?"

Caroline shook her head with disbelief to receiving full cooperation from the man. Frankly, she expected her father-in-law to pull off a vanishing act and fade into the Caribbean sunset. He had recently taken command of their ship and rammed it into another so it wasn't farfetched. Crossing her arms, she kept watch on her husband's backside and commented with amusement, "You mean he'll do the lifting while you critique his form?"

Haytham was not ashamed to do as such and shrugged nonchalantly to reply charismatically, "We all have our talents."

With the mission of tracking and eliminating Church being over, they were now technically not bound to cooperate. Still, they were likely Haytham's only ride off Martinique. Despite the beautiful aquamarine beaches and teeming wildlife on the island, her heart yearned to return home. As a teenager, she was awed and joyful for the opportunity to witness new lands so very different from Scotland and the colonies. Now, the maturity of adulthood beckoned her to the little cabin she and her husband designed to live the life they dreamed. That was their current adventure, not this. Turning around to head to the closed door, she called over her shoulder with cheer, "So, I guess we'll be heading back after this?"

Haytham wondered if he'd overstayed his welcome but while his daughter-in-law never threatened him off the ship, his son was a different entity. They nagged each other more than cooperated but they begrudgingly earned each other's respect- not that he'd tell him that. Feigning offense, he placed his right hand over his chest and declared dramatically, "Don't sound so excited to be rid of me."

Despite the complex and dangerous new family member, Caroline didn't mind him tagging along for the return trip. Her husband would likely be happy to drop him off in the nearest port of the colonies and bid him goodbye. He had nagged him enough to make up for the lost years as an absent father but Ratonhnhaké:ton would rather get a morsel of support. Their strongest support system lay in their small town and she answered frankly, "I've been gone from home since winter. I want to make sure my family's safe."

At this, his demeanor brightened immediately and he questioned with curiosity, "Does this mean I do have grandchildren? Tell me it's a granddaughter. I've always liked the name Charlotte."

Her blue eyes widened to leaving a child for such a long time, especially if her little one was still breastfeeding. Did he think she'd leave her children behind for a mission? Quickly, she denied such a thing and blurted with alarm, "No! My parents and siblings. They'll be worried to death for Connor and me if we don't write soon."

Ratonhnhaké:ton strode forward to open the door and entered the empty hallway to find the stairs that led topside. Taking the lead to keep his wife protected and prevent any funny business from his father, he explained quietly, "They took me in when I arrived in the frontier lands."

His son had been graced with meeting kind people when he first arrived in the colonies. He still wasn't ecstatic about learning he had spent his first night in Davenport in a horse stable. Then again, Achilles might have banished him to the physical reminder that he carried his bloodline. They didn't exactly leave on the best of terms after he shot the man's tendon and crippled him. He had not been a presence in his son's life but the journey back would be easier to return them to their home. Trust was a delicate lining and his current status as Grandmaster, not to mention being absent from his life, meant that he would never step foot in their home. Life was not a fairytale and he would take the moments he gained with his stubborn but hopeful child. He didn't want them wasting more time at sea and keeping the two homebound might keep them out of his hair for a while, telling the two, "Let's get you home then."

Caroline wasn't the only one taken aback at seeing her husband's face twist with confusion. Haytham was encouraging their plan? Did he have something up his sleeve? She never knew with the man. Now that Church was out of the picture, maybe the stress levels between all of them would decrease. She decided to make the best of the situation to head home and have the two men try to get along rather than roughhouse.

"Thank you" Ratonhnhaké:ton told his father quietly for his respect on that decision. He expected a bit of a fight but there were no Templar forces nearby to offer him a ride. They were stuck together once more but this time, there was an end in sight. Like Caroline, he wished to return to their homestead and reunite with their family. He was the town's protector and being far from home never sat well with him. With the residents growing older, he and Caroline would begin teaching fighting strategies and implementing traps to protect their home from intruders. If his father knew their location, he couldn't trust him on his word that he would never attack.

Caroline smiled happily to turning the Aquila northward to begin the return voyage and sighed with content, "I can't wait to see home."

I've never been happier to hear those words, Ratonhnhaké:ton agreed privately to returning to the safe confines of Davenport. After this mission, they had a lot to improve upon throughout the town to keep it safe. He and Caroline would soon be discussing an apprenticeship for Elizabeth, given that she was on the cusp of adulthood. Their little cheeky redhead had grown into a brave young woman and her desire to join them didn't relent. Neither did Samuel's to be onboard the Aquila but he was still too young for the Order.

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The Aquila made her final stop of the night at an old hideout used by Assassins decades prior. Great Inagua held beautiful and clear aquamarine water that impressed the crew, particularly his wife. The small community had grown with more shops for business and the residents were affiliated with the Assassin's Order. Ratonhnhaké:ton had spoken with the dock workers to let them know of the Welcome's demise, alongside the other ships, which brought relief to the inhabitants. Their proximity had placed them on edge, given how the land had once been Templar occupied. Haytham wasn't too happy to return to conquered land swiped by the enemy but the opportunity to restock on fresh food was hard to pass up.

Repairs were underway with Robert overseeing them to ensure the Aquila was in tiptop shape for her return home. The damage was mainly superficial but several banisters were missing while the yards took minor damage that required immediate action. Shore leave was granted to the sailors but a skeleton crew of volunteers would run it in case of surviving enemies. Ratonhnhaké:ton and Caroline would stay up until midnight to let the night owls handle the next shift. His wife had been quick to buy coffee for the crew for a pick-me up after the battle while Ratonhnhaké:ton gave Faulkner money for them to enjoy a drink at the tavern. Haytham saw it as spoiling but it did give incentive for the crew to stay loyal to his son. When the couple invited him to have dinner with them, he was surprised and politely accepted. Had he finally dented his son's metal wall to gain his trust? Even after shoving him off the steering wheel? It wasn't his proudest moment but he felt it was necessary.

Caroline was a barrel of smiles at seeing the two interact like normal people at dinner without a snarky reply. For once, they appeared as a normal family that hadn't been torn apart and lived separate lives. Maybe his father did want to know her husband but was too stubborn to vocalize it? The carefree lifestyle of the islands was welcoming but Ratonhnhaké:ton kept an eye on his wife's drinks, which were increasing in number. Coconut and rum were quickly becoming her new ambrosia but his wife became more bubbly than out of control when inebriated. If he needed to, he could simply pick her up in his arms and walk to the ship with ease.

All three were happy to eat fresh and hot food but Ratonhnhaké:ton enjoyed the sweet fruit drinks on the island. Caroline didn't fail to notice they were making him chattier and peppier but said nothing. If it made him happy, she would let him enjoy them to his heart's content. Of course, she made sure nobody slipped alcohol or anything suspicious into his drinks. Even at an Assassin hideout, one never knew where enemies lurked. She picked up the deliciously spicy conch fritters to bite into the crispy exterior, smiling with glee at the savory seasoning. She was already on her second helping, debating on buying a bucket of them to take onboard, while her husband enjoyed large shrimp basted in buttery herbs and vegetables alongside cornbread. He was clearly the healthier one while she devoured anything fried. Haytham stuck to something simple- grilled chicken with vegetables- which left the two ordering a taster's platter of multiple grilled fish. Where else would they eat the fish of the Caribbean?

Haytham was once again surprised by their kindness and wondered if this was a reaction to the reduced stress of winning a battle. He and his son had been nagging one another in the past weeks, especially when the Welcome was within sight. Now that it was gone, what would they bicker over? Their ideals? It seemed like such an old topic after two months. Were they to become enemies once more when they reached land or could peace be breached? The latter thought was almost impossible after centuries of warfare but maybe his idealistic child was the answer to quell the conflict. What if he was onto something and he was the one in the wrong?

"A toast, for a mission well-done" Caroline piped up with a proud smile at her husband but raised her cup in Haytham's direction. Despite their squabbling, they accomplished both of their missions without one beating up the other. Instead, Haytham bludgeoned Church while her husband stabbed him. It was a regular family affair . . . that is, if they had a family between them. If it wasn't for the different faction loyalty, would the two still be on opposite sides?

"You make it very trying not to despise you" Haytham responded with a dramatic sigh to their youthful cheer and optimism. Although the naivete of his son still annoyed him, his staunch determination for a better future had become admirable. If they were working on the same side, a victory would have been in their hands. Unfortunately, fate didn't work that way.

Caroline decided to voice the curiosity stirred from that comment, especially when gazing at her husband's inquisitive eyebrow rise. A grin spread from ear to ear as she leaned back in the chair and teased the Templar, "Have we grown on you, Kenway?"

"Don't read too much into it" he muttered flatly because he didn't want them fawning over one comment. He would not be bathing the two in compliments for being humble people but they were incredibly amicable. For enemies, it was becoming difficult to find negative aspects about them as people. Though they believed the Assassin spiel, they were not cruel nor did they oppress others with their ideals. Hmm, was he wrong about his acclaimed enemy? Or was his son changing the Order by focusing on helping the voiceless to improve society? He was not ambitious for power but he did want the Templars eradicated. Neither group was benevolent in their actions and beliefs but being related did put a hamper on a stable father-son relationship.

"I won't" his son replied easily because his actions and words were opposite in comparison to those who were loyal to him. He was not holding his breath on any paternal affection happening anytime soon after their contrasting views kept clashing. Caroline tried not to sigh at her discouraged husband because he did try his best to get along with the man. She didn't want him to feel vulnerable or belittled, reaching under the table to squeeze his hand tightly. He returned the affectionate support but it wasn't needed after accepting the truth that his father would not be anything close like his male role models.

Caroline shook her head to the Templar's inability to open up to his son but they couldn't really blame the man. They were expected to be enemies and he had been raised among their order for most of his life. It would be as if she pulled Ratonhnhaké:ton from the outdoors that he adored and stuck him inside a brick home within the city. The only difference was that he didn't aim to oppress people. They were at a polite ceasefire where they could speak freely but no bonds were likely to be formed. It was sad and disheartening but her husband deserved a father who loved him, not one who saw him as an asset to be used.

Their casual dinner ended within the hour with the couple leaving first to walk through the quaint town and digest their meal. Caroline was happy to link her arm with her husband's without having to worry that they would be chased out for their relationship. It was an enjoyable outing that she tased her husband it was their date night. After buying a few trinkets for their loved ones, they called an end to their short stroll to return to the Aquila. Having some time to spend as a couple was a luxury but the Aquila required repairs, maintenance check-off's, and surveillance teams for the night. They also had to oversee Haytham to make sure he didn't cause any chaos in Assassin-affiliated land.

Caroline took responsibility for the navigation team, which now consisted mainly of previous young deckhands. The young boys worked hard to feed their families, mainly coming from large ones like Caroline's, finding a kindred spirit in the redhead. A few, like Adam, had convinced their families to leave the city's poor tenements and create their first homestead in Davenport for a better life. They were her little birds and she would protect them. She would have two lookouts on the foremast and main mast for the night shift before taking over before sunrise. This allowed her to give her subordinates navigating experience by having them oversee the afternoon hours while she supervised them. Ratonhnhaké:ton was impressed with the progress of his wife, especially at remembering her initial nervousness at navigating to the Arctic circle. She earned the respect of their crew and encouraged the young sailors to keep trying their best.

While she took care of her own work assignment, Ratonhnhaké:ton inspected each deck before meeting with Robert and the Clutterbuck brothers. His first mate oversaw the repairs and informed him that they would be safe to set sail in the morning. David and Richard took care of the armaments and restocking their ammunition in case any trouble arose on the way home, which it always did. Caroline joined the quartet to hand over a copy of their route to follow the northbound winds and steer clear of dangerous currents that could sweep them off-course. They always held a preparation meeting before departing but this one would allow them to sleep more by saving an hour once sunrise struck.

While his wife retired to their cabin, Ratonhnhaké:ton performed a last sweep of the ship to call it a night. He found his father standing at the bow, looking out over the crystalline water, and debated on approaching. When he wanted to keep to himself, he knew how to disappear from the ship. The Templar turned around after hearing his footsteps and nodded silently to acknowledge him. Honestly, the boy confused him more with each passing day. The hardships he faced over the years only strengthened his resolve to protect the innocent and failed to become pessimistic. It was an admirable endeavor but one doomed to fail, given the cycle of human history. He would not set aside his Order to reforge what was lost but . . . he also wasn't willing to kill him either.

"Gutsy move in letting me stay here" he remarked coolly because leaving him free to roam the ship and land could prove disastrous. If he was hotheaded and lacked self-control, a Templar could make quite the damage against his enemies. However, his son had kept his word on finding Church despite his own haste and sharp words that morning. Now, he was allowing him to wander freely without supervision at his back. Was this a sign of trust? The dinner invite was quite unexpected but he bet it was more of Caroline's doing than his son's. still, they managed to have a decent meal without blowing into an argument or inciting a fight. For once, he truly enjoyed himself and abhorred the hints of regret to what might have been that floated in his mind.

Ratonhnhaké:ton stayed in his spot to keep a safe space, leaning against the wooden railing to state evenly, "You are my father and this was once a hideout to your father. It's not about what side we are on but walking the same earth of our ancestors."

Haytham didn't like to stir old memories but gazing out at the land that his father had once wandered through was humbling. He might not be there and if he were, would yell at him loud enough to burst eardrums for falling to the enemy's side. His choice to remain a Templar was his own, just as his son's was to follow in his grandfather's footsteps. He wasn't much of a seafarer but it was clear that his son and his father shared that passion. The dark water glittered like diamonds, reminding him of old times when his father would take him fishing by the docks, and he spoke quietly, "If you think I'm rough, he would've sent you running up a tree."

All Ratonhnhaké:ton knew was mainly about his mother and her line of ancestors. His father was an elusive figure but Achilles had filled in the blank spots for him to draw a mental painting of the Templar and his Assassin grandfather. It was an interesting but tragic bloodline that he shared and hoped to end that cycle with his own family. When he thought about it, the years did pass rather quickly. It felt like only yesterday that he would visit Caroline at her home to study English as an awkward adolescent and now, they shared a home as man and wife. Decades before his existence, his grandfather roamed this area with his own ship to eradicate enemies, discover treasure, and build an infamous figure. The lives of his ancestors were each unique and intricate, leading him to ask, "What was he like?"

"Nothing like me, if that's what you're asking" Haytham retorted with slight amusement because they were as different as night and day. As a child, he emulated him and was never far from his heel. Once that safety net was ripped away and his mother distanced herself from him for defending their home, he was essentially alone. The cycle repeated itself in his son with the loss of his mother and frankly, he hoped there was no third repeat. Leaning against the wooden railing, he explained briefly from what he remembered, "He started off as a privateer, traveling through these islands, before turning to piracy and finding the Assassins. Most of his work took place here before returning to England to make a home for himself."

"Not surprising, given that most of his colleagues were dead" he added in dryly since his father would sometimes tell him those old stories of grandeur. There was camaraderie, a thirst for adventure, and loyalty to the forgotten souls that no longer existed and they lived on in those stories. He was not privy to sharing such bonds and the only one he could think of would be his protégé, Charles. In comparison, hearing his son talk to his officers reminded him of those old childhood tales that he was eager to hear as a boy. The downside of having a loyal team would be watching each get executed which is why he warned him about his dallying with the enemy. A glare of indignation was sent his way for his blunt remark and he lectured matter-of-factly, "Don't give me that look. It's exactly why I keep telling you to stay in Davenport and forget everything. Better yet, live elsewhere where my people can't find you."

"I can't" he disagreed softly, unable to leave his beloved town and the home he made. He couldn't cut the bind to the Assassins, the ones who were learning from him now. Was he supposed to leave the town defenseless at the mercy of Templars simply for his own escape? He was not a weak-willed cowardly man and his wife would leave him if he ever committed such a traitorous act. Everyone in Davenport treated him like family and he pointed out, "If I don't try to make a change, what hope do my children have in this world?"

Haytham didn't help matters by perking up and asking slyly, "So, you are planning for a family?"

He really did wonder at times if the two were hiding a child but with less than five months in a marriage, it was highly unlikely. Fatherhood was out of the question for him but he could protect whatever grandchildren did exist one day. They might not see him or know of him but he could take solace in guaranteeing their safety. His son was already a target among the Templar Order but he would not subject the entire family to it. Maybe he could have a hand in breaking that tragic cycle rather than being a helpless bystander again. Ratonhnhaké:ton was not keen on divulging his future plans with him and stated evenly, "When it is safe."

"It will never be safe, Connor" his father snapped firmly to his illusion that everlasting peace and sunshine was possible in such a chaotic place. The colonies were new and undeveloped, which signaled turbulent times would be ahead if they succeeded with independence. If they failed, they would again be disgruntled for being under the rule of the Crown. Neither scenario was great and the natives weren't seen anywhere on equal ground to either side. The peace his son sought would only be temporary and he advised him with a sharp edge in his blue eyes, "Assassins and Templars will always exist, just as they have for centuries. Neither of us can change that. Apart from our war for supremacy, you have murderers, thieves, and criminals to contend with. Let's not forget the ignorant colonists that would sooner hang you than let you help them."

Ratonhnhaké:ton was very aware of how society viewed him but it didn't deter his goals. Not everyone was like that and Davenport was proof of it. He would never live in the cities so it was not his concern what horrible stories people painted him with. He knew his own heart and who he was, crossing his arms to remark quietly, "I can handle it."

"Not for the rest of your life and definitely not with children" he countered swiftly to his daydreaming attitude of tackling everything for the best outcome. At some point, a trail of failures would weigh him down and pessimism would roll in for not making better decisions. As a married adult, his family would either be the priority or fall back on the backburner. He highly doubted his wife would let him run off into the unknown without a care for his wellbeing while she tended to the household. Leaving his family alone would also expose them to unseen dangers and he could return one day to find his home destroyed by future Templars. Uttering a sigh of disappointment, he refrained from smacking him over the head and pointed out, "Their safety will always be a concern if you continue with the Assassins. Danger will always follow them."

He knew the threat that would hang over their heads for his affiliation with the Assassins. He and Caroline already had a plan to set traps for any intruder once they returned home, especially after the revelation that Haytham knew their location. His wife could defend herself if he wasn't there but like his mother and hers, she would think of her child first. His eyes narrowed to any subtle threats of future attacks and he questioned suspiciously, "You're implying your people are partial to killing children then?"

Haytham was not the kind of man to harm children, preferring to leave them out of range when targets required elimination. He couldn't help but glare at his son for thinking such a thing, given their prior conversations about their traumatic pasts. Ratonhnhaké:ton raised his hands to show he meant no ill will but Haytham replied truthfully, "Not myself, it's barbaric but . . . I can't speak for everyone else."

"It almost sounds as if you're worried" Ratonhnhaké:ton spoke with slight amusement to his sudden disclosure that he seek safety. Was he being genuine with those concerns or were they a ploy to have him leave so the Templars would win? He would never leave Davenport and his faction looked to him for leadership now. They believed they could make a change in society to make it fair and protect the innocent, so he wouldn't lead them astray. He wasn't certain what to think about his father, wondering if he did care somewhere deep in his heart.

"I am trying to save you from yourself" Haytham corrected to avoid sounding sentimental about his wellbeing, refusing to dwell on it himself. He didn't want the boy to perish for his naïve idealism and felt an inkling of responsibility to keep him safe. The only way to achieve that was by having him leave the Assassins but he was resilient. He already dealt with enough setbacks in his life and didn't need to add more needlessly. Pushing away from the banister, he pinned him with a stern look to make him think twice and suggested firmly, "Live a life away from the chaos of the colonies, head west and have a family."

Ratonhnhaké:ton shook his head because his family would live in Davenport. He had created too many bonds to tear them away now, especially with his new home. He and Caroline would live there into old age and their children would frolic in the green hills by the cove. He would not run from his enemies and leave the town to fend for itself. His determination to eliminate the Templars and stop their campaign would not end, telling his father, "It would be cowardice."

"It would mean peace and safety for you" he asserted tightly to what a new life would grant him by having all threats end with the abdication of his leadership. He could live freely without having to look over his shoulder and raise a family away from the raging war between Assassins and Templars. Living a life full of conflict and danger was not something he deserved after lacking a stable and safe life for the past eight years. Although he abandoned the chance of being a father, he didn't want to be responsible for his death. Ziio had been someone dear to him, for what little time they had, and he wouldn't want their son to perish. There were times he believed his son was better than both combined but that led to him questioning his priorities. He would likely receive pushback from his words but they were honest, "Something that both your mother and I can agree on."

The Assassin uncrossed his arms, leaning his backside against the banister, and peered at the starlit sky. His mother had been his totem of strength and love but he never asked about his father. Being a young child that held the love of his mother, he didn't need more than that. Now, he was in a conflicting relationship with his father who kept trying to push him to leave the Order. Whether it was a flicker of paternal love or an attempt to do away with him, he wasn't sure. He wanted to believe his father after spending months with him onboard the Aquila but his heart feared that doing so could destroy his life and the progress of the Assassin's Order. Neither of them was lucky to have parents raise them past their early lives but Ratonhnhaké:ton refused to abandon the chance of a family with Caroline. He would veer off the path that his father chose by having loved ones close to him and building loyalty with his men rather than demanding order and issuing rules.

"I will make my own road" he stated quietly because the future was unknown but he would do his best to protect his friends and family. His mother and father were a piece of him but they would not dictate his life. He and Caroline would be the decision makers of their future but Davenport would always be their haven. His father uttered a sigh of defeat but said nothing to thwart his decision. Not wanting to reject his sudden generosity with the past, he requested, "Tell me more about my grandfather."

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Caroline heard the heavy dragging footsteps of her husband approaching their cabin and immediately knew he was exhausted. They had a long day from dawn till evening and finding refuge for the night was crucial for the Aquila's captain. They might have sunk all of the troublesome ships but survivors could easily try to attack under the cover of night. It would be stupidly foolish but still possible. Closing her journal of scribbles on the springtime currents of the Caribbean, she wiped her dry eyes to wake herself up. Standing up, she moved to the door and opened it to greet her captain to welcome him to their temporary refuge.

"My brave wolf returns" she beamed happily to his safe return and fully opened the door. After the hectic day they experienced, she was ready to bathe him in compliments to repel the insults from Haytham and Church.

Ratonhnhaké:ton smiled happily at meeting her fond gaze and she pulled him into a tight hug around the shoulders. After today, he sorely needed a hug. He shut the door by hitting it with the heel of his right foot and returned her embrace. Reuniting with her after a long day lifted his spirit and he could find no safer refuge by being in her vicinity. It had been that way for many years and she released him with a fond kiss to his lips. Gently nudging his lower backside with her hand, she moved aside to seal their cabin door from any visitors.

"You're not one to stay up late" she remarked curiously because he was usually in bed before she was. The long hours at the wheel sent him to dreamland quickly in comparison to herself, who sometimes counted sheep. It was amusing to see that she beat him in retiring to their cabin that night and although she had changed into her sleeping attire, she remained awake to study. They would often share an hour or two to study their respective topics with his being foreign languages while hers related to navigation before slipping into bed.

She grabbed the collar of his captain's coat to slip it off his frame, sliding it over her chair, and fetched the folded pajamas at the foot of their bed. Despite their busy daytime on the ship, she would always return to their cabin after dinner to fold his sleeping attire and pull back their covers to prep for their upcoming night. Ratonhnhaké:ton appreciated her attentiveness because he would often strip off his attire and simply collapse into bed before their marriage. Tonight, he felt rather lazy and simply wanted to collapse on top of the covers. Caroline, however, was fickle with cleanliness in bed and always had him change. Once he overcame his initial reluctance, he did feel better sleeping in clean clothes after tidying up in a washroom. Being reminded of his father's complaints about the public washroom on the fifth deck, he told her, "I was speaking with my father."

They had spoken privately? Willingly? She didn't think her husband would ever partake in a nightly chat with him. Even her own talks were supervised covertly by Ratonhnhaké:ton. She didn't know whether to feel happy for him or worried over the dangerous door he was opening. Sitting down on their bed, she chuckled softly to remark with amusement, "That's quite surprising, given his morning nagging and temporary mutiny."

He agreed entirely with that part because his ears throbbed back then from his father's heckling. Having a private cabin away from him worked well and if he had not been married to Caroline, he would have given her his bed and set up a cot to keep her safe. His wife tossed his white sleeping tunic in his direction as he shed his captain's garb and he grabbed it to slip it over his head. She didn't mind watching him change, admiring his physique, and he shook his head in amusement to her charming expression.

"Thank you for trying to distract him" he smiled modestly, appreciating her interjections to let him focus on the battle. She and Faulkner tackled his father's complaints to the best of their abilities, defending his skill. He was grateful to have them on his side and hoped to always have them as part of the team. With the mission now being over, he hoped the return home would be smoother without quarrels. Otherwise, he would be tempted to see her throw coconuts at Haytham.

She grasped his right hand, which was now free of his glove and hidden blade, to kiss the top of it and smiled affectionately, "You're my priority."

"We spoke about my grandfather" Ratonhnhaké:ton explained to the unexpected and private subject that surfaced. Family was not something they spoke about to avoid blowing into an argument. Instead, learning about his grandfather gave him a perspective into who he was and how Haytham viewed him. Like their relationship, his father had choice words for his grandfather's extroverted personality. However, unlike theirs, there was respect for the deceased assassin. He didn't know that Haytham was at home when his father was killed and it tied to his own pain at seeing his mother perish. Sitting down beside his wife, he whispered solemnly, "It appears tragedy follows my ancestors. I wonder if the same will befall me."

Caroline refused to let anyone near him cause harm but they lived dangerous lives. Her fingers threaded through his dark hair, cupping the left side of his head to press her forehead against his temple. He was her rock against the harsh world, wielding a rare love she cherished, and she soothed his ruminations, "Don't say that. Your father's still kicking with his blade and sass."

A small smile touched his lips to her gentle humor and he sighed with dismay, "Don't remind me."

She didn't want him to dwell on past events he couldn't change or dread the unknown future. They would live in the current moment and do their best to survive to see their home again. Taking each day slowly at a time would keep them levelheaded rather than distressed for long-term plans. For now, their home was safe in the hands of her family and they would both see it one day. Kissing his cheek with a fond smile, she humored the alternate life he could have led, "It would've been interesting if your grandfather were alive, I'm sure you could've gone on sea adventures."

After hearing about the man and his adventures at sea, he admitted with amusement, "That or he might have seized my ship."

"I still think he'd be proud of his assassin grandson" she piped up cheerfully because he never failed to impress her or their friends back home. The memories he shared as a child before meeting her spoke of his optimism and kindhearted nature which only strengthened with age. His father had finally sent a compliment his way and she knew there was respect buried under his snarky commentary. She and the other naval officers onboard didn't hesitate to follow him through thick and thin. Leadership was in his blood and despite the bumpy road with his father, they were both strong individuals. She would never let him think for a moment that he was weak or foolish and his bloodline clearly supported otherwise. Bumping her shoulder against his, she grinned widely to remind him of the Aquila's strength and his own, "Zero defeat streak."

It wasn't simply himself that led the Aquila south to the islands but every set of hands onboard yielded a successful trip. Their dedication fueled his own determination to succeed in their mission and return each of them back home safely. He wasn't a one-man army that was invincible and told her sheepishly, "You flatter me too much."

"I'm your wife" she pointed out with a humorous pout and leaned over to kiss his cheek. He was modest with his skills but she never failed in encouraging and celebrating his successes. It wasn't to make his head bigger but complimenting his achievements were well-deserved. Unlike her parents that encouraged her as a child, he didn't have that support from a parent once his mother passed away. When they met, he was a mild-mannered and shy boy that worried more over mistakes than cheering over his successes. As his wife, she promised to always cheer him on if he was too humble to do it himself. Placing her head on his shoulder, she reminded him of their vows with a chuckle, "If I don't cheer for you, I'd be a pretty lousy spouse."

He remembered the days when he questioned his fluttering heart for the redhead and its hammering when he approached her family to voice his affection. Her loyalty and affection spoke highly of her and he knew she was meant to be his when she returned to Davenport with an unwavering love for him. She was not only his wife but his best friend and confidante, which turned his thoughts to protecting her. Glad to have her by his side during the most trying times, he doted affectionately, "Despite the short months, you've made me a very happy husband."

She blushed coyly to the sentimental words, appreciating them, and raised her head to kiss his lips. Despite her independent streak, he was her world and she was proud to keep him happy. They were fortunate to meet in a turbulent world, born oceans across, and she would protect her other half. His brown eyes softened against her bright blue eyes and he proposed carefully, "If you ever tire of this life, please tell me-"

"I am home at your side, always" she interjected softly to her commitment after years of familiarity. They had known each other for almost a decade and she would live a longer life at his side than her beloved family. The frontier was a harsh untamed world but they managed to build a life and they would continue that dream. If they succeeded against the Templars, they could enjoy a nice retirement in their rocking chairs overseeing the cove. She didn't dare ponder about the opposite scenario.

After years of searching for a home of his own and struggling in his path in the colonial world, he found sanctuary beside her. There was guilt attached for sweeping her away from their home prematurely but she never uttered a complaint. For Caroline, she had grown up seeing her mother and siblings follow their father around the colonies for his logging jobs. This was simply her married version of it and she enjoyed the adventure. They had spoken of future projects for their homestead during their voyage and he suggested, "Should we make that garden we talked about?"

"The snow will all be gone" she agreed with a fond smile to missing the white blanket of snow but the incoming flowers would be beautiful. She wanted to grow a gorgeous garden to resemble the wildflower hills she and her husband visited during their courtship hikes. Winter was painfully chilling but having his warm body beside her pushed away those cold tendrils. She hated leaving the bed during the night or early morning but couldn't wait to leave the bed currently once she woke. The morning humidity was terrible and she longed to trade it for those cold nights, smiling fondly, "I will miss our cozy morning snuggles."

Ratonhnhaké:ton chuckled softly to their snug and warm waking during the cold winter. Having her beside him made sleep a dream and he wished they married sooner rather than waiting. Kissing the apple of her left cheek, he reminded playfully, "We still have cozy morning snuggles."

On the days that Robert agreed to take the morning shift, they were able to sleep in for a few hours and enjoy their free time. Caroline never tired of snuggling up beside her husband but the humid air of the Caribbean often left the two seeking opposite sides of the bed. The nights were warmer than the north but they were bearable and cooler compared to the mornings. After a long day at different parts of the ship, the night was all they had to shower each other with affection. Her fingers walked alongside his chest and she wiggled her eyebrows to tease slyly, "Is my husband feeling amorous? Is the beautiful island loosening your inhibitions?"

"With my father wandering this ship?" he asked with dread to have anyone overhear their nightly activities that pushed past sleep. He was a very private man with his life and finding a woman that respected that was rare. Caroline muffled laughter and turned to her pillow when he pointed to their mosaic windows, emphasizing potential nighttime wanderers. Nobody could see through the stained glass but she wouldn't burst her husband's paranoid bubble.

"It hasn't stopped you before" she pointed out slyly to their amorous entanglements when they had the energy or emotional overload to dance in the sheets. Her assumption that her husband would be more daring in private quarters once they married had gone out the window. Still, that didn't deter her from trying. Having her father-in-law onboard did make her husband more cautious which often led her to initiate their bedtime dancing. Wagging her eyebrows, she flashed him a cocky smirk and offered suavely, "I can make enough noise to make him think twice of knocking on our door at night. He'll never look you in the eye again, I guarantee it."

That was the last thing he wanted to hear and he shook his head vehemently to her boldness. Burying himself face down on the pillow, he tried not to groan to such a horrible humiliation. He could never live down any jokes aimed at his love life, remembering the playful teasing when he was courting Caroline. It was one thing when his officers, who he had known for years did it, but his father was a whole different field. Giving him more ammunition was not ideal. He peeked out from his pillow to spot his wife laying on her left side, striking an alluring pose to draw him into her charming web, but dissuaded flatly, "No, the crew might overhear and shroud us in embarrassment."

"You'd be bathed in compliments" she scoffed to their rambunctious but innocent crew since they had years of camaraderie. They had become engaged in front of their top officers and the bonds built from that friendship were always kind and playful. While Robert looked over Ratonhnhaké:ton's safety, David kept an eye on her with Haytham lurking about. Wrapping her right arm around his chest, she snuggled up beside him to bask in his body warmth. He clutched her tightly to his chest, pressing a kiss to her right temple before leaning down to kiss her lips. He was a lucky man to be married to his first love and Caroline reflected that same happy affection by cuddling up to him. Her fingers tapped against his chest as she released his lips and spoke despondently, "Let's sleep before we wake up drenched in sweat."

Neither of them were avid fans of humidity in the morning and he hoped they wouldn't end up stuck to each other from the increased air moisture. He yearned to return to the dry climate of the north that never left him wishing for more than two showers a day. Eager to return to Davenport and their family, he pressed his forehead to hers to mutter, "I can't wait to reach home."

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A/N: Thank you for the recent feedback on the last chapter, it really cheered me up during a week that was not the greatest for me. This led me to type furiously, ignoring my other story, to push this chapter out to you. This story and its characters have become a great stress reliever for me and I kept taking a page out of Connor's mantra to never give up and think positively. That's the mindset I'm going to keep going into my surgery this Thursday. Once I'm back in tiptop shape, I shall return to continuing this story but I'm loving the exploration of the father-son relationship with Haytham wanting to kill him originally to begrudgingly wanting him to live a safe life with their continued interactions. Haytham can see that being a true parent is out of the question but he still looks over Connor, wanting him to leave the Assasin's Order for safety. His character is intricate and complex enough that I want him to meet Cora (his upcoming granddaughter) before the attack on Fort George, who will end up inheriting his journal from Connor and reminds me a bit of him in personality already from my outline. For now, the next chapter will see the Aquila engaging the Randolph while Haytham is forced to be a bystander.

Thank you again for reading and to my lovely reviewers:

East Coast Captain: They swing between glaring each other down as enemies than nagging each other as father and son. Though with the passage of time, it's becoming the latter. His journal indeed has a lot of information, which I'm pulling into these chapters, so Connor will indeed feel conflicted after finding it. His first and third daughters, Cora and Abigail, will find Haytham's insight helpful during their own paths so he will reach his grandchildren indirectly, something he's keen on in this chapter to keep his son safe. Oh, we will definitely see Clara again before the couple return to Davenport. I can't wait to explore that parenting stage of Connor and Caroline, especially with Cora being small during the climax of Connor's chase after Lee. We already know Caroline sticks by Connor and Cora will be there to witness her parents' investigation but the couple will have followers in that chase to keep the little one out of trouble.

taylor115: Thank you for the kind words, they made my day! Haytham is indeed a complicated man, being pulled in two directions, but he rarely breaks that mask. He was impulsive like his son with the Bitter End mission and I took that break in character to explore those fatherly feelings he keeps locked away. He knows he can't rewind the past and fix his mistakes but he wants to at least try to protect his son. He'll continually keep pushing for him and Caroline to move west, which they reject, but his words will ring in their heads after the War of 1812 and before the Trail of Tears in 1830.

Stuff539: I'm very glad this story holds memories for you! I still have quite a bit to unload on this tale so thank you!

bobafett: Thank you for the information on contraception during the colonial area, I appreciated it. All I found were abstinence, the pull-out method, and the animal intestine condoms. Now I want to get that book to add to my collection, lol.

Next Chapter Excerpt:

Ratonhnhaké:ton approached the stairs leading to the steering deck, ascending them with haste, and he returned to the wheel. Robert was at his loyal post to his left-hand side while his father decided to linger on the rear side on the right side, sitting nonchalantly on a wooden crate. After the mission with Church, he had calmed his sharp words and criticisms of his skills and life decisions which brought some relief to the captain. Unfortunately, he didn't escape a fatherly chide at least once throughout the day. He wasn't sure what to think of the odd relationship that was sprouting since they weren't actively trying to kill each other. On the other hand, they weren't ready to embrace each other to reignite their family.

Robert looked to his captain with curiosity to any new findings and asked, "Anything, captain?"

"Due north of here" he answered gladly to keeping tail on the other ship because they would not be deterred. It had been many years since he met the Templar in Martha's Vineyard, his immaturity almost earning him a beating before Robert intervened. Now, he was more experienced to fight larger ships and he would keep chase until a storm or damage forced him to withdraw. Having his father onboard the ship would also be another situation that would require correction if he tried to intervene. Gripping the wheel tightly, he called out to his wife to order, "Bring her to full-sail!"

"Aye, aye!" she confirmed with glee before calling out her own orders to the navigations team. The young sailors moved across the yards to unfurl the sails and she smiled at the team leaders that kept position on the viewing platforms to ensure the sails were at the required angles for maximum speed. They were fast learners and their daily huddles for feedback and climate updates helped keep them as an efficient team. At this rate, she'd give David some stiff competition.

The Aquila surged forward through the open water to charge north towards the cliffs. Despite the humidity in the air, the wind was strong that day and it pushed the frigate clear across the water. The smaller island approached quicker than expected and the cliffs were soon visible with their green vegetation peeking out through the rock crevices. Caroline held up her orange flag to signal that the sea became a narrower path up ahead and he hollered for them to switch to half-sail. Their speed decreased to allow the Aquila to pass through the narrow path between the two rock formations.

He was not fond of small spaces, particularly straight paths, due to easy ambush points from behind or in front. The fight with Church gave him the experience to handle the rocky terrain and fight against hostile ships. His navigator was the same as she eyed the right cliff with suspicion when they were halfway through. For all she knew, the Templars shared strategy tips. Sure enough, the surprise attack came when the large Man O' War burst forth from behind the right cliffside and she yelled, "The Randolph! 1 o'clock!"

Cannon fire shot their way as the Randolph shot across the sea and Ratonhnhaké:ton followed the left curve of the path to give chase. Keeping pace with the larger ship, a rogue wind struck the right side of the ship and Caroline ordered her team to switch the sails against it. Haytham remained sitting neatly on his crate, oddly calm to the attack, and he sighed with disdain, "Don't my minions know the bloody meaning of covert operations?"

He couldn't tackle the entire ship or try to take the wheel again without having the crew tie or throw him overboard. His agreement with his son was to kill Church in a mutual venture, not join him in killing another Templar. How was he going to be an efficient leader if he let his son gallivant at sea killing his officers? Subterfuge was out of the question with both his son and his officers on the top deck. If he intervened, he would lose what little credibility he had. Caroline stirred him from his pensive thoughts by calling down, "You need new minions."

"Is that an offer?" he asked cheerfully to prod the redhead to join the Templar side. The couple was more open to discussing and exchanging information about both orders now that Church had been dealt with. His son continued with his talk about peace between factions but Haytham still saw it as a farfetched dream. He had been like his son once but neither side relented long enough in their fight to hold such a conversation.

Caroline had one simple reply to that and it echoed through the air, "Ha!"

Haytham clapped his hands to draw attention from the focused team and suggested with an amused smile, "We could reform the Kenway family! We were seafarers, you know."

"Your family" Ratonhnhaké:ton corrected quickly because his family was his mother, the only one who raised him.

Haytham refrained from throwing his hat at his son's backside and shot back stiffly, "It's your family too, boy."

Ratonhnhaké:ton pulled through the small inlet as the wind released them, pushing them into open water. The Aquila decreased the distance to the Randolph as the sails turned right to keep them in line with the larger ship. They had not come this close to the Randolph before and he was proud to see his own ship keep pace, unrelenting against the current. Without turning or batting an eye towards his father, he stated dryly, "You're trying to distract me."

"I'm a Templar, I can't exactly have you killing all of my minions" Haytham agreed with justification because he would be a lousy leader if he didn't try something. His top officers, however, should know how to lose or kill the enemy if they dared to call themselves the best of the best. Frankly, he was pondering over purging all his officers but Lee to invigorate a new group with his ideals of order and justice. It appeared that most were becoming self-serving rather than seeing the larger picture.

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Thank you as always for reading and stay safe!