The Templar-Assassin's Creed 3

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Winter 1778

*Sophronia's POV*

Connor and I stayed in the embrace for a couple of minutes until we both pull out and he placed his hand on the wound, I try not to wince but Connor noticed. He removed his hand and looked at it to see there was blood on it, he looks back to me with such worry.

"Don't worry I'm fine, I'll go to one of the doctors I know around here and have them stitch it up"

Connor slowly nods before grabbing my wrist and pulls me along as he does he asks "where is this doctor too?" I pointed across the street at a house before moving away from Connor and walked towards the house, I knock the door three times and I waited for the doctor to answer.

After about a minute the door opened slowly revealing an old man, wrinkles covering his face, his eyes pretty dark and his gray hair is neatly combed back, this man knows my father so he remembers me in an instant with a low, deep voice he asks.

"Sophronia is that you?" he looks me up and down making sure it is me, I nod my head in response "Wow look at you know, grown into such a beautiful young lady, what can you do for young one?"

"Well, I need you to take a look at my arm, I think I may need stitches" The man looks down at my covered arm and nods, inviting me and Connor, we both walked into his home once he came in he told to sit on the wooden chair near his table, Connor stayed by the door as I took off my top layer, my robe off reveal my white and gold under top allowing the man to treat the wound.

Connor and I arrived at the pier and Haytham were there waiting, we all got into a rowing boat Haytham and I sat facing each other and Connor sat behind his father to row the boat to the ship. I never got told we were going on a ship, I hate being on the water and avoided it at any cost my father did try and help me overcome the fear but I never did.

Connor now wearing his Captain's outfit took the wheel and sailed to the Caribbean Sean, I stayed with Haytham through the journey and avoided going anywhere near the edge of the ship but I didn't stay near Haytham for that long as he starts to pace with frustration.

"I told you this was a poor heading, Church is surely days ahead of us now..." Connor didn't bother to answer but his first mate says "Have some faith in the boy! He's yet to disppoint!"

My arms stayed cover my stomach hoping it would calm down and it didn't want to be sick. I notice Connor look at me over his shoulder before he asks with a soft voice.

"Are you okay?"

I nod but I know he knew I was lying as when Haytham wasn't looking he grabs my wrist and pulls me stand next to him and whispers "What's wrong?"

He lets go of my wrist and places his hand back on the wheel as I answer "Just feel sick, I hate being on the water" Connor nods in response and doesn't answer, I turn around now facing the other way and leaned against the wooden bar behind me, I place my hands over my face and my elbows places on my knees I didn't like this at all and I knew an argument between the two men was going to happen sooner or later, and sooner it was.

"Well the bars not been set very high now, has it?"

I could tell Connor was getting frustrated with his father by his voice as he answers "We are closer than you think, father." Connor turns to me and frowns seeing me in such as state so in a soft voice "Why don't you go and get some sleep in my cabin, hopefully, it will make you feel better." I didn't deny the offer as I need to get off the top deck so I left the men and walked slowly towards the cabin, I open the door to see the white sheet bed in the corner and a desk on the opposite wall. I didn't bother removing my clothes so I just climbed onto the bed a fell into a deep slumber and I did not wake through the whole battle which was occurring right outside.

*Connor's POV*

I walk slowly down under the deck, listening carefully I could hear father with Benjamin Church, there is nothing really here none of the supplies are here so I hope they are on the over ship. I could hear the anger in my father's voice as I approached the door where he was properly behind.

I kick the double wooden doors open, revealing my father beating Church, blood covered his face I'm glad Sophronia wasn't here to see this, I stood in the doorway for the moment watching my father obviously didn't notice my present until I announced myself there.

"Enough! we came here for a reason" I walk away from the doorway now standing behind father as he responds with a sharp tone "Different reasons, it seems." as he swings his fist down connecting with Church's face making more blood pour out of his nose before standing up allowing me to take his place.

I kneel next to Church, my hand on his chest keeping him down "Where are the supplies you stole?" Church smirks slightly as he answers with a struggle and whispers "Go to Hell."

With that, I had no other choice than to unleash my hidden blade and stab him in his upper side and with a stronger tone, I ask " I ask again: where are the supplies?"

"On the island yonder, awaiting pickup. But you've no right to it. It isn't yours."

"No, not mine. Those supplies are meant for men and woman who believe in bigger than themselves. Who fight and die that one day they might be free from tyranny such as yours" I reply with a sharp tone at the end, Church replies with a chuckle before answering.

"Are these the same men and woman who fight with muskets forged from Britain steel? Who bind their wounds with bandages sewn by British hands. How convenient for them. We do the work. They reap the rewards."

I paced around his know standing near his left foot as I answer " You spin a story to excuse your crimes. As though you're the innocent one and they the thieves."

"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. 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." I watch as Church's eyes roll back and move back now dead,

In my native language, I say "Your words may have been sincere, but that does not make them true." I stayed where I stood, my father comes behind me placing his hand on my shoulder "You did well. His passing was a boon for us both." Father turns leaving the room as he says "Come on. I expect you'll want mine and Sophronia's help retrieving everything from the island?" I follow behind him but before collecting the supplies I'm going to make sure Sophronia's awake and okay.