"Are you sure you're alright to go on your own?" Haytham asks, holding his cup of tea in hand. It was only the next day, and Clarke couldn't stand being in the same building as Jack.
"It's only to the market, Kenway!" Thomas said, sitting at the table across from Charles. Jack was nowhere in sight. "She'll be fine, cut her some slack!"
"Why do you need to go anyway?" Charles asks, looking up from a book in his hand. "Don't we have everything?"
"Almost," the blonde lets out a light laugh. She was now back in her original Templar uniform, realizing she won't be able to wear it in a few months. "I'm just going to see if I can find any chocolate. I've been craving it recently, but I hardly remember the taste."
"Already craving food," the Templar looks over at Haytham. "Have fun with that," before turning to his book.
"But I've got to run," Clarke gives a smile before moving to her lover. "Best get there before everyone else so it's not flooded." She moves to give him a peck on the cheek, but the Grand Master turns to get her on the lips, leaning into the kiss a bit forcefully. Behind them, Thomas hoots. When the girl finally pulls away, her face is flushed. "Good morning to you too."
"Be back soon," he hummed as he cupped her face gently. A few seconds pass before the girl nods and moves for the door. "Take my horse, he's faster."
"I trust Amour more than I trust your unnamed steed," she teased.
"I've got no clue why you've decided to name him."
"It's French for love, you old man. We can all use as much love as we can get." Moving for the door, the girl stops the moment it's open. Hand on the knob, her eyes catch Jack to her right, down the hall. He's just come out of his room, properly dressed already. The door to his room is still open. No. That's not his room. "What the fuck are you doing?" She growled, grabbing the other three men's attention.
"Waking up...?" He says slowly, letting out a small laugh before closing his door and moving to join the others. "Is there a problem?"
"Yes, there's a damned problem! You can stay in that room!"
"Why not?"
"It belonged to William! His things are still there! His clothes are still in his wardrobe!"
"Actually," Charles clears his throat. "They aren't. I moved them to the storage for now, but we ought to get rid of them soon."
"Are you mad?" The blonde practically cried. "You can't just get rid of his things, they're not yours!"
"He's been dead for months now, Clarke. We can't hang onto the past forever!"
"It's not been forever yet! I'm not ready to forget him! I can't forget anyone again, don't make me beg you to keep his things!"
Silence falls over the men, Thomas slowly rising from his seat as Charles puts his book down. Moving to his friend, Hickey puts his arms around her in a hug.
"Come now," he said gently. "No need for all yer yellin', it'd be givin' Will a headache by now. I'll put his things back, yeah? We'll move Jack to yer old room. That sound good?" He received a nod, giving the girl a kiss on the forehead. "Go on, put a smile on her face. Buy me some chocolate, will ya?"
"I will," the girl nods once more as she pulls away from him. "Sorry for yelling. I'll be back soon." Turning back outside, she exited the house. She didn't want to forget William like she forgot her brother. She didn't have anything left of Carver, and she'd be damned if she let the same happen again.
Once on her horse, Clarke took no time leaving the mansion and heading into town. But something told her not to stop. She didn't stop at the market. She didn't stop at the edge of town. She didn't stop as her horse began going off the normal trail and heading down one that gave her a hazy memory.
She didn't stop at Achilles' house. Not at the edge of his property. Trees surrounded her as she went through the forest and finally came to a field where a tall wall of wood blocked her sight of whatever could be inside.
Dismounting her horse, the girl tied Amour to a tree and gave him a red apple to hold him over. Turning, the small girl made her way towards the wooden structure.
Finding the entrance wasn't too difficult, though the moment she entered she had an arrow in her face, drawn by a dark skinned native. He spoke in some language she couldn't understand, making her out her hands up.
"I-I mean you no harm," she reassured, knowing she had only taken a dagger that hid in her boot as a weapon. Walking around town with a sword and gun wasn't the most peaceful attire. "I'm looking for Con- Ratonhaké:ton."
"Ratonhaké:ton?" The native asks, making her nod.
"Yes, yes!" She then motions to herself. "Clarke."
The native turns to another, giving a swift nod before lowering his bow and motioning the girl to follow. With another nod, he leads her into the village.
Everyone stares at her, of course, unsure of why any white woman would be in their camp. But soon enough, a familiar was in sight, standing by a fire.
"Ratonhaké:ton!" The native calls, catching his attention. At the sight of Clarke, his eyes widen. The two begin speaking, leaving the girl to only guess what they're saying. Though it doesn't last long, for the unknown native soon leaves them be.
"Clarke?" Connor asks. "Why are you here?"
"I need your help," she says quietly. "Please, set aside whatever anger you have for me or my family, I really need you for this."
"I-I thought-"
"That I hated you? Well you're not completely wrong, but I still can't deny the days long ago when you and I saw eye to eye. If you truly mean well, help me. Please."
"Yes, of course. Anything. What do you need?"
"It's Jack," her voice quivered. "He's back. And I need you to kill him for me."
// Hey guys, part 31 already! I remember a few of you commenting back on the chapter where I killed off William - I believe chapter six! Anyhow - GUESS WHAT?
I've FINALLY published my other story! It's only five chapters so far, but it's called Heart of the Sea. And guess what? It has our long lost Kenway - Edward! If you could check it out, that'd be so amazing! I hope you like the tale of yet another Kenway and a girl that's found herself in an odd predicament. Templars promised! //
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Fanfiction{{ FINISHED }} The right side is at his side. A young girl from England has some how found her way to America, though when stumbled apon by the Grand Master and his men, it is soon revealed that she has no memory of who she is or where she came fro...
