Assassin's Creed: Into the Storm

The Beginning

"Lydia, you mustn't go." William Johnson tried to argue, "There is word from London that a Grand Master, Haytham Kenway, will be joining us and it would be in your favor to be here upon his arrival."

The large man stood at the door of the private study as a copper hair woman rushed back and forth to the adjoined room. She wore a heavy coat and trousers with worn boots. Strapped to her hip was a set of flintlock pistols and a giant meathook that sent shivers down his spine. Very unlady like but Johnson had grown accustom to her oddities. Perhaps she was a Lady but she was far from any house wife.

"I understand that William as you have reminded me at least a hundred times this week," Lydia answered back, "But it would be in OUR best interest for me to leave and visit the Caribbean. My company has new opportunities to expand to which I personally must go negotiate. After all, the revenue I create funds I believe almost all of your projects if I am not wrong. And not just yours but the Templars as well."

A heavy sigh left Johnson. There was no arguing with her, he had just failed to learn his lesson time and time again. She collected a few more things into a small bag. Mostly maps and other things to aid in her journey across the sea, he crinkled his nose just at the thought. He never was one for sea travel.

"Do try to be back in time Lydia. I am not so sure if our Grandmaster will be as understanding of your absences."

The Lady headed for the door, the Templar following after her.

As they strode through the halls of her home, she spoke up, voice light and teasing, "You worry far too much, William."

"I do not worry just to worry, as you would put it," he rolled his eyes, "I am genuinely concerned. As an invested ally but more importantly as a friend. I do not wish to speak at your funeral if you do not make it back."

"I always return don't I?" Lydia replied.

By now the pair made their way out and to the front doors. She gave one last goodbye to her father before continuing down the path from the house to the road where a carriage was prepared to take her to the docks.

"I do not know about always." Johnson responded with light banter.

With a mocked gasp, the Lady looked at her company with shock, "Rude much?"

"I suppose I must have faith in you."

"Aye, and it is never misplaced."

Upon reaching the carriage, Lydia made a face at it. She had told her father she would simply ride a horse down to the docks, there was no need for such extra treatment. Ever an effort to control her life, she supposes The driver looked down to her, letting her know that he was ready when she was.

"Do put in the good word for me to this Master Kenway? That I am the most loyal ally and would love to be under his charge." Lydia asked as she faced Johnson.

"Lydia Allway would love to be under the charge of a man? What is this blasphemy?" They both chuckled, "I will make sure to do so. Be sure to stay safe on your journey."

"I always am."

The pair exchanged a brief embrace before Lydia climbed into the carriage. Giving the word, the driver started the short ride to the docks. She looked out the window once more, waving to William Johnson one last time for the better of two months. As the carriage entered the city, Lydia relaxed into it and opened up the small bag she brought with her. Rummaging some, she came across a stiff letter with scrawled on calligraphy. It read instructions of her "journey" to the Caribbean and at the very bottom it read We will be waiting below. In all honesty, she would have enjoyed a trip to the islands, but it seemed Achilles had other plans for her.