A hard life

Chapter eight: Lost, but not forgotten

Two days later...

Red grunted as he sat up, he felt sick. Quickly noticing his binds he struggled around until he broke free, coughing violently as he laughed. The male sat up before puking on the floor, grabbing a hold of a leaning tree he cautiously stood up. "They knock me out and throw me away. Lousy fucking Templars." He spat, trudging towards a nearby tree. His face wrinkled up in anger as he screamed to the top of his lungs, punching a tree before he cautiously walked towards a decomposing body with a smug grin.

The male grabbed an old map next to the male as well as an empty bottle of ale. He put the bottle away in a pouch. "This will come useful later." He muttered walking through the island as he picked up a coconut, grinning he sat down as he grabbed a hold of the Dagger he had stolen from Haytham. He stabbed into the coconut as he tossed the dagger aside, bringing the coconut to his mouth as he began to drink the liquid inside of it.

He pried it apart before actually eating the coconut, the male laughed as he stood, grabbing the dagger as he trudged towards the tree he was near when he awoke. He laid down as the clouds thickened, pouring rain. The man shut his eye's, drifting off to sleep as the water saturated and cleaned his attire.

Four days later...

The male was desperate at this point to escape his prison of an island, he walked around before spotting a glistening object in the water making him instantly rush to it and pick it up. His hidden blades, oh how he's missed these things! He spotted a docked set of ships at a nearby island as an idea popped into his head, steal those SHIPS.

The male was quick to equip the hidden blades as he rushed out into the water, diving in as he swam towards the ships. There was a frigate, brigantine, and a schooner. There was a choice to be made, be slower and deadlier, or faster and moderate. The man then swam towards the frigate, soon climbing up the back as he assassinated a British guard, he crept behind the captain, knocking him unconscious as he tossed him onto the island. Once he got wrid of the captain he heard a rather loud cheer coming from some of the unconscious captain's restless crew.

He took the willing troops and fought off the rest of the soldiers before dropping below deck and freeing a captive crew rather easily. He snickered as he rushed towards the exit, climbing up as he made his way to the wheel. He took hold of it as the crew dumped the bodies into the water. "Full sail men! We have a place to be!" He shouted, the crew letting loose the mast as the frigate began to take off.

Twenty-five days later...

He finally arrived in boston as he sighed, docking his new ship in which he named 'Indestructible' as a title held for his crew. He stepped down onto the ground of the dock as he made his way down and into the town, he had only one thing in mind. That was to train. He was only minutes into the town before being stared at by citizens. "Oh this will be fun.." He muttered out softly.