Assassin's Creed III : The Ghost Secrets

Chapter: 14 A Slave's Prison

Mwahaha!!!!! ☠ What did y'all think of that last chapter guys? Pretty intense. I know I've been slowing down on y'all for quite a while but I am a little busy. I won't stop writing though so rest assured I'm still at work. Now people have been saying to introduce some slavery or jail time for Connor Kenway. Well I've considered it and have put it to action so enjoy guys.

1780- The Aquila was loaded with some cargo at a port off of the coast of Labrador, Canada. The French fur traders warned the crew about the Inuit Eskimos and Naskapi Indians to the North so that they would not be confused as a British war vessel. So Kenway and his crew sailed back south towards the Colonies to head back to Boston. Little did they know that a hindrance of British and American fleets were attacking each other ahead. The man in the crow's nest shouted, "War ahead! British and American! Off starboard bow! Ahoy!"
Connor tried to steer the Aquila around the fight, but a rouges British vessel sailed off a bit and spotted them. "Make ready for battle!" ordered Connor. Faulkner, who had healed from his wound, went to Connor and said, "Captain Kenway, that's a slave and prisoner ship. If we attack her, than we all could be at the gallows for piracy." "Too late, Mr. Faulkner," said Connor, loading his pistols. "Make ready the cannons."
The Aquila and the slave ship lined next to each other. Someone shouted,"Pirates," on the other vessel. The slave ship was set on a course to the West Indies. Eva ran to Connor and said, "We can't let them take the treasure, Connor." "I know," he said, "If I don't make it in time, I need you and Faulkner to sail, the Aquila back to Boston." Faulkner protested, "Not so, lad!" Connor begged, "Please. It's the only way to make it alive." They just nodded and the fight begun. Cannons were shot and guns were fired. The ships rammed each other. Then, when the time was right, Connor jumped aboard the slave ship. The British crew surrounded the Assassin. The Aquila fired heavily on the slave ship, but the ship began to retreat....with Connor aboard. The good thing was that the Aquila's crew knew where Connor would be. But meanwhile, Connor was still surrounded.
They charged at him. He killed one with his sword then another with his hidden blade. He took out his tomahawk and chopped down seven. Then, he knew his last straw was being drawn. He drew his pistols and shot down four more men with an explosion from a powder keg. If he'd die, than he wouldn't do it without a fight. At least 20 men were dead by the Assassin's hand. But because of the overwhelming number of men that Connor had to face, someone came from behind and smashed the butt of a rifle in the back of his head and knocked him out.
..........darkness. Then more darkness. Connor awoke, lying next to another man. An African man, by his skin. Connor's hands were chained by irons. The African prisoner said in the English language, "You finally woke up." Connor rubbed the back of his head, as he sat against the wall. "Where am I?" he asked the prisoner. "You be on a slave ship, sir. Hahahaha. Ah, yes. We all are doomed to die." He motioned to all of the prisoners in the brigs. Most of them were African. Some were native like Connor. "Yes," continued the prisoner, "some of us have committed some nasty crimes, and others, none at all. You see, brother, we all have the same fate regardless of our pasts here. We won't get out of here." Looked and he was wearing an undershirt, some torn, jack tar pants, and his claw necklace. His hidden blades were gone, and his other weapons were gone too, along with his robes. He shook his head. "Where are we headed to, sir?" he asked the prisoner. "To Jamaica. A place where the British love to hold and torture slaves," the prisoner replied. Connor looked at the irons that were around his wrists.
        "If you think of getting out," added the prisoner, "don't bother. You'd might as well go back to sleep and pretend that it was all a bad dream." Connor was definitely stuck. The chains were so thick and heavy. There was no breaking them. With no lock pick, he was in trouble. "Where are our belongings?" Connor asked, hoping that he might still be able to have them. "They get sold," said the prisoner, "once we get to Jamaica, they will be sold just like us." Then Connor knew that there might be a chance that he would get his weapons and clothes back.
       Days past, and days came. They crew of the ship would go past the slaves and throw water on them to wake them up for inspection. If an order was disobeyed, than a slave would be whipped up to ten times. Connor was obedient enough that all he got was a smack across the face for being too slow to get in line. At night left over food was served on a plate and handed to Connor. Connor analyzed the food. It was a piece of bread, and a serving of corn meal. Connor ate it distastefully. He would sleep at night with his back against the wall and rest on the floor. This happened up to 30 days.
       Once they reached the island of Jamaica, soldiers came in their quarters and yelled, "Round up! Round up, you God forsaken carcasses!" Connor moved along with the rest of the men. "Step to it!" the soldier continued to yell. Connor glared at him with dark eyes. But he continued to move. Once they reached the top deck, the sun was so blaring bright and the heat was horrible. British soldiers lined up the slaves side by side and shoulder to shoulder. Connor was set next to the very same prisoner that he was next to in the brigs. Men inspected the slaves and looked for weaknesses on them. If they were found weak, then they would be shot on the spot. Unfortunately, that is what happened. One poor soul was brought up to the man in charge. Connor watched intently, but knew he couldn't do anything. A rifleman aimed his rifle at the slave and shot him in the head. The slave died instantly. "You see that?"hollered the man in charge, "That will happen to you if you do anything other than commanded! Now get your sorry selves off of this ship and onto the docks!" So they marched off.
On the docks they lined back up. "Here is where we go for selection," said the prisoner next to Connor. A guard with a list called certain groups to go into certain fields. He came in front of Connor and said, "Group C go to field C and you will find your tools there." Then Connor and his group hurried to the fields up the dirt roads. Connor was bare foot and the dirt was scorching hot. At the field another guard was there and he said, "Today is your first day of work. Understand what you are. You are slaves. You will be treated by us as slaves. That means that you are not real men, but a quarter of a man. You shall work from sunrise to sunset everyday, unless instructed otherwise. On this table next to me are some tools that you may use to till the fields with. You are property of King George III of England. Any disobedience and you will be killed. Now get to work." Some more guards came and unlocked the irons around their wrists. Then, the slaves picked up their tools and positioned themselves in the field. Connor picked up a shovel and worked next to his new friend.
"What is your name?" Connor asked his new friend as he dug into the soil. The prisoner looked up at Connor and said, "My friends call me Israel. And yours?" "Connor Kenway," replied Connor holding out his hand. They shook hands. "Good to meet you, Connor Kenway. If we think hard together, maybe we have a good plan of escape from this wretched island." Connor smiled.
They continued to dig. "Our belongings," said Connor, "Where do they keep them?" Israel continued to dig as he said, "A big chest. It carries all of our things. They get sold tomorrow morning." Connor said, "Then we have to get them to night." "Aye," said Israel, "Maybe we could sneak over when the guards are asleep. And you could assemble the rest of the prisoners and they could raid the manor just over the hill." Connor nodded. "We will strike at midnight."
      Midnight came. The prisoners gathered in the fields while everyone was asleep. Connor and Israel told them the plan. Of course they agreed to help. It would assure their freedoms. They all finally broke into groups, but Connor and Israel went to the chest. Darkness filled the land. Connor kicked open the chest, and opened it. His bow, arrows, hidden blades, tomahawk, sword, and robes were all found. Connor quickly put them on. "Hey," said Israel, "I have no weapons." Connor looked around in the chest. He found a knife and a pistol with one shot. Connor said, "We can resupply at the docks." So they ran to the docks down the road. They hid in the undergrowth bushes and keep out of sight. Once at the docks, Israel found a hunting rifle and and some ammunition. He also found a sword in the stocks and some boots. They looted for ammunition, food, and spare items. Then they needed one more thing; a ship.
      A little sail boat was docked at the harbor. They headed to it. They checked to make sure that no one was inside. They got rid of what was not theirs and emptied the ship to make it faster. Then they got in and untied it. They unfurled the sails and cast off. There was a breeze that pushed the boat along. "Where are we going?"asked Israel. "To the colonies," said Connor, "if all goes well." Israel laughed. They had to escape the Caribbean.