A Rookie's Flight |Assassin's Creed Fanfiction|

Chapter 3

   I practiced climbing up the mast. I had seen someone in the city run up a wall, so I thought I'd try it on the mast. The first couple of times I landed flat on my back, but eventually I was able to grab a rope above my head. The only problem after that was that I wasn't quite strong enough to pull myself up to the next handhold. I was close, but not quite close enough.

   I was just trying to pull myself up again when I heard a door slam open. "ROOK STARRICK!" Edward shouted.

   I lost my grip and landed on my backside. "What?" I asked innocently.

   Edward glared at me. "You know what! I told you to wake me up in an hour so that you could rest!"

   "But I don't-"

   "You need to get rest right now!"

   My temper got the better of me, even though I heard people moving behind me. "I don't need any!" I glared at him. "I don't understand why people need to sleep! It's just a waste of time!"

   Edward stepped back. I noticed that he had his hood down, exposing his dirty blonde hair. "Alright! Alright! You don't need any. I get it."

   "No you don't," I muttered. I shot him one last glare and stomped off. The whole crew stared at me.

   "Man your stations!" Edward shouted behind me. "I need someone to pilot today! Roxim, You do that! Everyone else, take your orders from Roxim!"

   "Aye, aye cap'n!" the whole crew shouted. They all set to work. I didn't watch.

   I listened to the shouts behind me with half an ear and watched the river glide by. I sighed, watching the prow part the water smoothly. I heard a large bell ringing. My escape had been discovered. I looked down at the red cross I'd found on the deck after Edward had gone to bed. I held it out and dropped it over the edge.

   "Rook?"

   I turned and saw Edward holding a pile of equipment in his arms. I sighed. "What do you want Edward?"

   "I... wanted to start your training," he said. "If you don't object to being an assassin, that is."

   A tingle ran up my spine. "Really?" I forgot why I'd been mad at him a minute ago. "An assassin?"

   Edward laughed. "I believe that's what I said."

   "Yes! Of course I want to be an assassin!"

   "Follow me then," he said with a smile.

   I followed him down a ladder into the Jackdaw. I looked around. Hammocks lined both sides of the room we were in. Edward kept walking, through a door and into a larger room with scarecrow style dummies.

   Edward dropped the gear on a table and gestured to it. "That's all yours. Put it on and I'll teach you how to use it."

   I walked up to the table and spread everything out so I could see it all. Two swords, two bracers with an odd mechanism on it, a belt with two rings (I guessed it was for the swords), and two pistols with holsters, along with a pouch full of smoke bombs.

   I put the belt on first and slipped the swords into the rings. They made a pleasant scraping sound as they slide through the metal. It felt natural to have them there, same with the bracers and the pistols. I attached the pouch to my first belt that I'd gotten from my closet. I moved around experimentally to make sure I had everything in the right spot before turning to Edward.

   "How do I look?" I asked.

   Edward smirked. "Like an assassin lass," he said. "The only thing missing is a personal necklace, but that can be found later."