Assassin's Creed III : The Ghost Secrets

Chapter 54: Return to Homestead

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      1781- The air was light and breezy on that morning when Connor stepped outside of the Davenport Manor house. The smell of nature came to him and the warmth of the morning sun soothed his cheeks. He inhaled the air and exhaled in peace. Then, Connor went around the side of the house to the back where the Homestead Harbor was at and the Aquila was docked. Connor viewed the Harbor from the cliff behind the Manor and he sat at the edge and meditated. He prayed a prayer in his native language, "Great Spirit of the Universe, thank you for your abounding grace towards my friends and I on our long, and hard journey to find the Ghost. You have provided me with so much that I could not ask anymore. Without your love and help, I would be nothing. Thank you for Eva and Israel, my companions and friends. May you bless them for their good works. And, Great Spirit, thank you for blessing me as Captain of the Aquila and granting us to collect the treasure on our way. Thank you for the deer and moose that you feed us with and our chickens and turkeys. Thank you for the Homestead's crops of corn and beans and squashes that we harvested. Thank you for our horses and our lands. May we live for you and uphold your mighty name forever. Amen."
    Then Connor opened his eyes and Eva was standing next to him. "Good morning, Connor," she said with happiness in her voice. "To you as well," replied Connor standing up now. She looked at him and said, "It's 9:00. Have you eaten breakfast yet? The crew and Israel are getting breakfast ready. I thought I'd tell you." Connor hugged her softly and said, "I have not had anything to eat. I am starving." Eva laughed and grabbed his hand and they walked together down the trail to the Harbor where the crew and Israel were practicing a technique of cooking that the buccaneers used for cooking meat. It was called buccan and they grilled meat on a rack of wood over a fire. The white blue smoke lifted up as the fire burned. Connor could smell the meat. It smelled like pork and bacon and venison. Then, Connor looked over to the left where he saw someone cooking up sausages and scrambling up eggs.
    Israel went to Connor and said, "Here he is! Morning to you, Connor." Connor waved me said, "Good morning Israel. It smells good." Then, Faulkner came to Connor and said, "Morning, lad! Come with me. I have to show you something." Faulkner led Connor over to the docks and there was a table with a recording book on it. Faulkner opened it and turned the pages to the stocks and balances that the Aquila had. "Look at this, Cap'n. Eighteen loads of lumber from Nova Scotia, nine ship loads of cargo from the West Indies including a grand supply of ground sugar cane. We have the gold and silver that we collected and we have new herbs and medicines that have been extracted from the exotic vegetation. Food supply is now filled up again with more sea biscuits and beef. The fish are abundant in the storage. Our gunpowder, and cannons have been upgraded, and we have a new friendship with the buccaneers down in the Caribbean. So tell me, Captain Kenway. What do you think of that? Ha ha!"
     Connor smiled and said, "Excellent! This is amazing! I am very pleased to see this!" Faulkner handed Connor a bottle of whiskey and he got another one for himself. They both clanked bottles and began to drink. Then they laughed. Faulkner said, "Alright lad. Sit down at a bench and have some breakfast." Some of the men were already eating and laughing. Israel set a plate of eggs bacon and sausage in front of Connor. Then he laid a bowl down and from a pot, he poured a yellowish porridge into the bowl. Israel asked him, "Do you recognize this dish, Connor?" Indeed, the Assassin recognized it with great pleasure. "Yes," answered Connor, "It's grits!" Israel got three more bowls and poured the grits into them as well. Then, passing the bowls to Faulkner and Eva, he sat down next to Connor. Eva sat across from Israel and Connor with Faulkner. Connor began to eat.
Israel, eating the grits, asked out of curiosity, "Who was the brilliant genius to invent grits? It's wonderful!" Connor nodded. Eva looked at Connor and smiled. Connor smiled back at her. Then Faulkner answered, "Well, lad. My mother used to make it for me when I was a boy. We lived on the coast then. I always enjoyed it. But I thought that it may have been an American Indian food. Am I right, Connor?" Connor nodded and said, "You are correct in what you say, Mr. Faulkner. My mother made it for me as well when there was little game to hunt and little trade. We would rely on our corn, and garden vegetables to eat. Grits was common then and I loved every bit of it." Eva said, "I remember when you spilled hot grits all over yourself when you were 10 years old. You ruined your bracelets and necklace. The fringe of your clothes got all sticky." Connor, recalling the day, laughed and said, "I hope to never reenact that day."
Then, Israel asked, "Why do Native Americans wear fringe on their clothes? Is it to replace bird wings' feathers?" Eva laughed at the idea. Connor smiled but shook his head, "No, my friend. The fringe is a decorative style that started with the first tribal people who came to this continent. The shaman wore the fringe. But to seem more holy, the people began to wear it as well. Or at least, that is a myth. I do know the practical uses for it, however. When the rain comes, and our clothes get wet, the fringe acts as a drainage system to let the water get off. It isn't exactly the best or reliable source for keeping dry but it is helpful. That is why I have it on my pants and quiver. I used to have it on my childhood clothing like Eva said. Eva still wears fringe."
Faulkner said, "Not to change the subject, but can we just get this point out?" Everyone looked at Faulkner. He continued, "We have just defeated an extremely dark killer and we have nearly died several times. The whole time that we were gone, what has been happening about the Templars?" The three Assassins looked at each other. Eva said, "Oh my God! I forgot!" Israel said, "This is disgraceful!" Connor said, "We forgot about the rest of the Templars." Then, Faulkner said, "I mean, we did get rid of a few. But there are others out there as well." Connor said, "We are not done yet." Israel said, "Well, when you need us, Connor, we'll be here." Connor finished eating and then he went back to the Homestead Manor.
He looked through his desk and saw the papers that collected on it. He had a huge build up of documents and mail. Connor then, sat down at his chair and opened one up and saw that it came from Benjamin Franklin. Connor then began to read.

To: Connor Kenway
From: Dr. Benjamin Franklin

Dear Master Kenway,
I have need to inform you of some urgent news. There is a rise that has happened just recently. Some British regiments and Loyalists have held firm to their strongholds within the Frontier and the Continental Army of Patriots have not been able to take them down. Through my connections, I have learned that the Templars are behind this and that it is causing great disruption throughout the lands. Your people will get involved if it is not dealt with by the Assassins. I, as a strong Patriot, am merely asking for your generous help and have provided you coordinates. The fort that I am referring to is located just off of Lake Huron in the Great Lakes region west of your Homestead. If you go, personally, then you will sneak them by surprise and possibly learn of new information. There is a Templar by the name of Joshua Daniels and he is leading this chaotic crisis. He is attacking the nearby Patriot militias and using the help of the Ottawa guides to steer them in return of whiskey. The Mohawk Nation and the Iroquois League, in all, are in trouble. The Oneida will be struck first and then, the Seneca. Your people will be struck third if you do not intervene. I beg you to help as a friend. Will you?
Sincerely, Benjamin Franklin.

This cry for help concerned Connor and he was willing to help. Maybe this new rise would have something important for the future.