Revenge (Book 3 in the Rise Trilogy)

Another Mission, an Old Pirate, and Another Freaking Fake Broken Fort

Another Mission, an Old Pirate, and Another Freaking Fake Broken Fort

I squint and groan as the bright sunshine of the morning spills through my bedroom window. I throw the blankets back over my head and snuggle deeper into the sheets and try to close my eyes and go back to sleep. But I know it's not going to happen.

I yawn as I stretch and slowly sit up. I look around the room again and quickly forget that I'm not in my room anymore, I'm in Connor's. Since we got back from his village, I've let Haytham and Ziio take my bedroom and I stay with Connor. It's nice that everyone is actually getting along.

With a loud and long yawn, I bring my arms up over my head and stretch out my tired muscles. I throw the large blankets off my legs and slowly slip off of the soft bed and rest my feet on the cool wooden floor in Connor's room. Or our room. I grin at my thoughts and blush lightly for a moment.

I cross the room and lazily walk towards the bathroom where I can look at myself in the mirror. There's not much I can do for my puffy hair except brush it down and throw it into a long braid down my shoulder. I skip the robes and loosely tie the laces on my left hidden blade to strap on top of my old blue sweater.

I'm not quite sure where Connor's gotten off to, but I'm sure I'll find him sitting in a tree or hunting or hanging out by the Aquila. He's been doing that a lot lately. I can tell he misses sailing. I do too.

The morning air is surprisingly cool for a summer day. Although, it's not hated. I left Ziio and Haytham back at the manor on their own who are still probably sleeping. I keep my arms close to my body as I walk in my black flats along the dirt road towards the docks. My mind begins to wander as I listen to the sounds of the morning. Something that's been nagging at the back of my mind for the last few months is something that I should've just left alone. Benedict Arnold. Yeah, I know I should just forget about him getting away, but I just can't. It's wasn't fair. Washington gave up. I am not going to.

I quickly push those thoughts aside as I make my way towards the docks. I can see the glistening white sails and tall masts of the Aquila through the openings in the trees. I smile to myself at the sight of the beautiful ship.

"...I doubt you'll find anything, but let me know if ya do!"

I see Connor talking to Peg Leg, the old dude who sits on the barrel with one leg who always asks us to get stuff for him when we go into the woods or Boston or New York. And this morning, he's harassing my man.

"I am sure we will come back with something," Connor says to Peg Leg as I approach the two of them.

"What's all this about finding something?" I ask the two boys.

"Captain Kidd's treasure of course," Peg Leg says to me.

"Oh... right," I say slowly. "Well, I suppose we should start looking, then."

"I agree," Connor says turning to me. Then he puts on his puppy dog face. "A trip out to sea?"

I put my hands on my hips and look up at him while twisting my face just to bother him. "Alright, let's do it," I finally say. Connor smiles down at me happily. "I could use some action."

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"Fort doesn't look as abandoned as it should. Looks occupied as can be." Mister Faulkner rows our small long boat towards the rocks as he speaks more to himself than to us.

Connor and I well, really just Connor stand fully armed and robed inside the long boat while I sit on my lazy butt looking out to the freaking fake abandoned fort. I can tell this will be hard. We left Haytham and Ziio to themselves for a couple of days on the homestead while we take care of business here on the seas and out towards Rhode Island.