Assassin's Creed III : The Ghost Secrets

Chapter 20: Pirate Treasure

Wassup meh homies! It's me again, RappinRoss. Or GhostSkull. What ever you prefer. Anyway, as I was writing my last chapter, a friend of mine suggested that I'd add the whole pirate outlook back into the story again. Which is ok. I know Edward Kenway was a pirate, but this isn't going to be about him. Ohhhhh noooo. So just sit back, grab a snack, and enjoy this next chapter. With that being said, let's do this.

    1781- They arrived back to the Inuit village. They went to the Chief's house. Connor went up to the chief and said said, "The Wendigo is here, Great Chief. Your warriors proclaimed no lie. And the Old Sea Captain is also at large." The chief sat up. "Come with me, Young Mohawk," said the chief. Connor, alone went with the chief. They went back out side. The chief said, "Have you ever heard of the Razor Hook?" "No," answered Connor. The chief said, "You know of the surrounding areas here, though." Connor listened. The chief continued, "There is a treasure that is hidden here, Young Mohawk. We have kept it secret from the Cree for a long time. But I'm sure that we can trust a Mohawk warrior. Listen carefully. The item is an old silver sea hook. When the pirates passed through the south coastal border, they had buried it in the sand but never returned. Now we have hidden it beneath the lands of ice, by the shore. It is of great significance to the pirates and the men of the Red Cross. If you find it, you may have it. Take it back to wherever you came from. It may rid the Ghost from here." Connor replied, "I will do this for you." Then he was given a map, and a fur pelt. Connor thanked him and left.
     Connor came to Faulkner and showed him the map. "You unrelenting rascal," shouted Faulkner, "do you realize that this could be bodes ill for us all?" Connor shook his head. "I did not ask for your criticism, Mr. Faulkner. I came to show you what we are to do next. The Inuits believe that this could lead the Ghost away from them."
    "And bring it on us!" argued Faulkner.
    "Listen," said Connor more softly, "we need this treasure. It could help us with the tribe and with our mission records. This is what needs to be done." Faulkner sighed and shook his head. "Well, alright. But for a lad like you, you take way too many risks. I'm not young anymore," stated Connor's first mate. Connor patted him on the shoulder and said, "Come. Let us go." Faulkner followed him down a trail, headed for the coast.
    Moments later, while they were walking, they heard a noise that sounded like growling. Faulkner unleashed his sword. Connor looked around. Then a wolf advanced toward them. Connor ignited his hidden blades. "Wolves!" cried Faulkner as he got into a fighting position. But Faulkner only knew how to fight on the seas, not hunt animals. The wolf tried to attack Connor but the Assassin stabbed it quick and brought it down with his hidden blades. Another wolf changed behind Faulkner and tried to pounce on him. It clawed at his left arm, and reluctantly, the old sailor stuck his sword deep into the beast, while the other end came out from the back of it. After that, there were no more wolves.
    Faulkner cursed at the pain of his arm while Connor began to skin his kill. Connor looked at Faulkner to see how he was. "I'm alright," assured Faulkner, "the brute got what was coming for 'em." Then Faulkner pulled out his own sea knife and began to skin the wolf carcass. Once they were done with that, they continued on the trail.
   As they were walking, Connor told Faulkner about the time in the Mohawk village. Faulkner would tell Connor about life on sea, and how he would used to be a part of the Royal Navy of His Majesty King George I and II. It was all very interesting to Connor. After all, he wanted to know everything he could about anything.
    A few hours later, they had followed the map to the very end of the line. Faulkner looked around. "Ice and snow is it? Well then, I suppose that we'll have to blast right through," he said as Connor looked around. "No," he replied, "let me see if I can find where the buried it exactly." He climbed up a nearby tree, and looked back down at the ground. "Don't tell me that you're going to use your senses with your eyes are you?" asked Mr. Faulkner, looking up at him. Connor just blinked and his sight was changed into Eagle Vision. He saw a pattern on the forest ground beneath him. The pattern was shifted as Connor concentrated, and then it made sense to him. The hook was buried underneath a stone under the ice. The Assassin climbed down and went over to the spot of the burial. "I found it," he said, smirking to Faulkner, who began to follow him. Once at the spot, Connor kicked at the dirt to remove it. Mr. Faulkner unleashed his sword to stab into the ground to see how deep it was buried. But Connor kept on clearing the dirt and snow away. Then, a shiny piece of metal stuck out of the ground. The Assassin grabbed at it and pulled it up. In his hand was a silver sea hook. Faulkner couldn't believe his eyes. Connor said to him, "This is how justice is served, Mr. Faulkner." "Aye, it is," the old man replied to his Captain. Then they headed back.