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The sound of boots clicking in the captain quarters where the only sound that was made. Captain Shay Cormac was alone to his thoughts as he had just read the news of Rose, his dear wife…The married couple hadn't been close in years ever since the killing of Rose's only brother, Liam. Shay still loved the woman, and she loved him in her own way. The real truth was the pure guilt of killing Rose's only living flesh. He had never inclosed to her that it was himself that took Liam's life.

Shay crumpled the letter in his hand before throwing it against the wall in a fit of rage. All those years…gone. The captain knew he should have been there for his family.

"Rose…I am so sorry."

Everything that had to happen came to light in the letter. Lee had fired the shot that caused the British soldiers to gun down his wife.

It was ironic that the order that gave him new life, but it took the love of his life as well. He knew Haytham would of never purposely had this happen. He understood the nature of the order's work.

The pain of losing Rose was rippling in his chest, but he would have never taken action against Haytham. Master Kenway was his oldest friend and mentor. He truly believed that Haytham was sorry for what had transpired and promise to make sure Catherine was found and taken care of.

Tears cascaded down Shay's cheeks onto his boots as sobs escaped from his mouth. He sat on his bed to mourn the passing of his wife, Rose.

He needed another drink to soothe his pain, but before he could get a glass for himself. Gist came barging in as usual at the wrong moment. "Oi, Captain," Gist looked at him. He saw the dreadful state that Shay was in,"What would your wife say?"

Shay snorted, "The lass would kick my arse for sure." A small smile fought at his thin lips, "I should have stayed with her, raised our daughter together."

"And little Cathy wouldn't want to see you in this state." He sat at the end of the bed, "You need to freshen up and kick this." He glanced at the empty bottles that litter the room.

"Lil Cathy…."Shay muttered, "I should've spent more time with them…I should have given up the search of that damn box all those years ago." Shay picked up the bottle of alcohol and threw it against the opposite wall of the cabin. Neither first mate or captain flench at the sound of shattered glass. "I wouldn't blame her if she didn't love me anymore."

"What a joke captain, little Cathy still adores you, I am sure of it. I can remember her following you around when she was a tiny lass. She misses you right now. We just need to go to Boston."

"Haythem's letter stated that Catherine had disappeared after that day. She could be anywhere Gist." he glanced over at his first mate. "But Rose would kill me if I didn't find her."

"Then Shall I set a course for home?"

"Aye,"

Gist walked over to table where fresh water and cloth was waiting for Shay, "You should wash up, show the crew you're all right. They are all worried about you."

With his last voice of concern, the quartermaster left leaving Shay to his thoughts alone. -

Catherine gripped the sides of the wagon as it pulled right into the gates of Boston. It had been an all-day trip to arrive back in the town. The snow had finally melted on the ground. Spring was slowly being birthed from the harsh cold winter allowing the roads to be easy to travel on. She had a two-man escort back to town with a single horse pulling the wagon. Catherine's heart stung a little when they just entered the gates at the Neck of Boston.

Catherine only glimpsed at the red coats that stood protecting the gates from who wish to harm the colonies. No words could describe the feelings of emptiness Catherine's emotions were presenting. It was an hour ride after that to make it to the other side of Boston where the harbor was…where her home was.

When the young Irish girl arrived at the small empty tavern; Catherine noticed it had laid untouched as if she never left. She was helped down by the man named Joffrey, he was the one that was driving the horses while the other was the named by Conrad. He was riding in the back of the wagon.

"What is your wish to do Miss. Cormac?" He asked with a toothy smile

"Come inside and help yourself with a drink or two, but not too much. I need you with a clear head, so you can help load the wagon with items."

Before she left for Boston, Achilles had given Catherine his blessing that the homestead would be her second home. Achilles suggested she could send a few items back with Joffery and Conrad to make her room more welcoming to her.

Catherine swallowed hard before walking to the front door. She slipped her hand into her skirt pocket to pull out her key to unlock the pub. With one light pushed, the door open with a creak. Catherine slipped inside to stepping inside to see the dust-covered pub, it had been a total of six and half weeks since she had been home. Her stomach felt the pit of disappointed when she didn't see her mother standing on the other side of the bar.

What was she thinking? Rose had made a recovery and was waiting for her to come home? Catherine had set herself up for disappointment.

Catherine went to behind the bar counter to grab a bottle of rum and two glasses, "Here you go gents," her voice showing her distinct Irish brogue. "I will be upstairs looking through some things."

Joffery and Conrad smiled as they took their glasses and raised them to her.

She slowed climbed the stairs to her small apartment. Catherine open the door to see their tiny living room and kitchen. The apartment was in the same shape as downstairs, but untouched. She trembled as she walked into her bedroom to pack a few things. She started pulling down her drawings on the wall, she wasn't going to leave these here. They depicted her life in Boston.

Achilles told her that he would try going digging to see if he could try attending the deed for the tavern since her mother never had it to begin with. Catherine was told by her mother that her father had actually owned the building. Which meant the Templars owned the building. Her goal was to act normal, but not to let anyone know she was home a trusted few.

A knock on the door caught her by surprise to see Joffery standing with a concerned look."There is a man downstairs that claims he knows you,"

"Who?"

"He said his name was James Quinn."

Hearing the name of her old-time friend brought great joy to her heart as she quickly ran out the door and to meet her old friend.

James was standing at the base of the stairs with a twitching smile, "Miss. Cormac, what a pleasure to see you again." He said teasingly.

Catherine looked at her two-man escort, Conrad, and Joffery.

"Can you leave us be?"

Conrad nodded as he took it, "Aye girl, we shall be back in a while."

Catherine watched the two Sailors walk out of the inn.

"James!" She ran down and threw her arms around James.

James smiled when he saw her for the first time in three months, he walked over quickly and gave hugged her tightly. "I had the day off today, and decided to swing by to check on the pub."

Catherine looked at his face, not much has changed besides a beard started to form on his on his once baby smooth skin. He had a shadow of black little hairs growing out of his jaw and chin a small cut on his forehead.

"I'm glad you're alright."She gave him a tight hug in joy to see her old friend.

"I am too…Adams was able to get me out the next day with a lawyer, and I was cleared of all charges, but they integrated me about you."

"The redcoats?"

James seemed to think about it for a second. "No, he didn't seem to be affiliated with them, but like they were genuinely interested in you and that savage who caused the massacre." Catherine yanked herself away from him, "James, I was there…I saw 'em, and Connor is not a savage."

"Who is them, Catherine?"

Catherine took a breath. She knew it would be dangerous to give him the information about the Assassins and the Templars.

"Did the man give his name?"

James thought about it for a second, "He introduced himself as Charles Lee."

Catherine felt as if her heart when into her mouth upon hearing the second in command of Templar order. "Don't you dare listen to him! I saw him on the roof. He had a loaded pistol and blamed it on Connor and me."

James saw how the color drained from Catherine's face, "I believe you, but the evidence…"

"There is no evidence. It's fabricated."

The older boy looked at the look on Catherine before making his mind. "Alright, alright, Cathy, I believe you."

He touched her shoulders before hugging her again. "I am just glad your okay….I am sorry about your Mother…Samuel did full fill your wishes, it was a blessed service…"

"Where is she buried?"

"Next to your grandparents and her brother." Catherine felt peace knowing that her mother was buried in Granary Burying Grounds. "I know it has been rough, and the news of the trail did not go well, only two of them were convicted and marked for murder."

Catherine didn't blame the British soldiers for a fire on the citizens. It was a powder keg ready to explode. Charles Lee and Haytham Kenway lite the fuse for it to happen. "I heard..." Catherine had tried her hardest to keep up with the news of Boston, but the news was just in despair.

James glanced around, "Are you back? For good?"

"It's complicated, but you will see me around. I have to keep my nose to the ground."

James grabbed onto Catherine's hand and gave her a loving squeeze. "Your hands are cold, let me make you some tea."

"No, I rather go see my mother."

James nodded in understanding, "Just let me know when you are ready,"

Catherine nodded before heading to her room to get changed and washed up.