The Right Side

Amnesia

The streets of Boston are natually busy, people buzzing about on their daily routines. People run in and out of the marketplace, the richer ones having a horse though it is mainly the military.

Inside of the notorious Green Dragon Tavern, the infamous Haytham Kenway stands with his right hand man, Charles Lee. Along with the two are William Johnson and Thomas Hickey. The two are speaking about women amongst themselves, while the higher ranked men keep quiet about their words.

"You wish to take out George Washington," the Grand Master says in a low voice. "I understand, but there are other matters to attend to. The man is reckless and ignorant, he'll never see us coming. But we must weaken his ranks before going to him. It'll make our job much easier in the future."

"You're going soft, Haytham. We need to get to him now. It's our best chance! We can use those two to destract him at his speaking while you and I finish the job."

"Would you like the people to go against us?" Haytham raises an eyebrow. "If they see or find out that we killed him, they'll never trust us. Do it in secret."

"And how the hell are we supposed to do that?"

"We'll figure it out. Until then, I shall attend to other things. I need you to speak with our men, for they are growing... bored," he glances at the others who have now called over a woman. "I will be in the market, there is a man by the name of Don. He owes me gunpowder."

"What the hell do you need gunpowder for?"

"You'll find out soon, but I must get going. I don't wish to waste anymore time." With that, Haytham turns towards the stairs and heads for the exit.

Boston is the first place he entered apon coming to America, so he is most familiar with it. He has been to New York, quite a few times at that. And while he knows it well, Boston is the city he prefers.

A thin layer of snow covers the road he walks on, footprints scattered everywhere while more snow falls. He doesn't despise the winter, in fact it doesn't make him cold at all. His thick jacket and hat sheltered him from the weather, though the snow made travel only a little more difficult.

The man's eyes move up from the ground, looking to the left and right before pausing. There's an alleyway between two brick buildings, one that he's seen before. There's a well and a fence for a garden, though no one is ever there for the winter.

Instead of his eyes resting apon an untouched white well, he finds a figure leaning against it. Of course, the Grand Master is known for his curiousity and easily gives in before walking into the alley.

Apon getting closer, he sees that the figure is small and female shaped. Her eyes are closed, and her hair is a light blonde. In the snow, it looks nearly white. Her skin is a porcelain color, showing that without a doubt she is from England. How on earth did she end up here?

Haytham glances around hin, making sure that this wasn't a trap before kneeling next to her. She's wearing only a thin, light blue dress and messy apron, showing that wherever she came from, she wasn't the wealthiest.

His large hand moves to her shoulder, gently shaking her. Though he barely moved her, it was enough to make her eyes snap open. They're a light blue, going along with her doll-like features.

The girl moves away from him, a look of confusion and fear crossing her face. Quickly, Haytham puts his hands up in defense.

"I mean you no harm, though will tell you that if you stay out here you will get frostbite."

"I-I-" her eyes move around her and she grows visibly more worried. "Who are you?"

"Haytham Kenway, and you?"

"I don't... I don't know. Can... can you tell me where I am?"

"Boston, in the new land. America."

"America? Where's that?"

The Grand Master pauses, trying to figure out why she doesn't know anything. She must know where they are, she came here. Not only that, she doesn't know her name.

"Do you remember anything? Anything at all?"

"I-I... um..." he saw that the more he pressed, the more upset she became. Her eyes were tearing up, her hands shaking.

"Here, please," Haytham slips his jacket off his shoulders before moving forward slowly. Once close enough, he drapes it over her shoulders. His fingers brush her skin, though can feel and see that she's shaking. "Come with me. I can shelter you and keep you warm. You'll have to work to keep your stay, but I promise you will be safe."

The girl hesitates, but quickly nods her head. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me, it's the least I can do. Can you stand?" He pushes himself to his feet, offering a hand.

He watches her move to her knees, reaching out and taking his hand. It is much smaller than his, nearly half the size. Haytham pulls her up gently but her knees buckle and she quickly sinks back into the snow. She hasn't eaten recently, he decided. Who knows how long she's been like this.

"May I... help you? I promise to not hurt you. I can carry you back to my manor, you can get everything you need there."

The girl nods once more, the Grand Master leaning down and putting her arm around his neck. His arm goes under knees and the other behind her back before lifting her. She's light, as he suspected her to be with such a small body. Though he can feel that she could gain some weight back, she's bony from not eating.

Turning, the man walked out of the alleyway and towards the street. His jacket covers her, keeping her warm though she still shook. Holding her a little tighter, he walking a little faster. If she died of starvation, his efforts would be worthless.