50 Shaydes of Haytham.

Chapter 1: At Sea.

Crash... wooosh... The waves crashed against the hull of the ship. Seagulls could be heard overhead, shrieking and crying. The ship's crew are on their break, chatting and laughing amongst themselves.

Haytham and Shay were working together on a mission, which ended in success. Both men gathered the information they were searching for that would benefit the Templar cause. Information about military plans and secrets etc... They had both boarded a small, modest little brig called Fortitude and was home-bound to a British port where they will continue their journey to the Kenway residence. Unfortunately there wasn't enough space for Haytham and Shay to have their own rooms. Haytham had the bed, Shay, the hammock.

Haytham was hunched over his desk, scribbling away in his journal, writing down the secrets Shay and Haytham had collectively gathered in detail. Haytham sighed and rubbed his temples, being cooped up below deck for three and a half hours had taken its toll on the Grandmaster. He looked out of the window at the sea and closed his eyes. A gentle breeze caressed his face, blowing loose strands of hair onto his forehead and eyebrows.

He was snapped back into reality by footsteps heading towards the room. He closed the journal and attempted to hide it under his hand, with the other, he put the quill back in the pot. The footsteps drew closer and closer. Thump. Thump. Thump.

A man clad in a red and black leather long coat approached the doorway. The coat was adorned with silver round buttons, a sword and pistol was strapped to his side, an air rifle strapped to his back and two heavy gauntlets strapped to his wrists. His hair, black and pulled back into a low ponytail like Haytham's.

"You're still workin' on that journal, Master Kenway?" Shay asked, worried about the Grandmaster. "It's been three an a half hours, sir" His Irish accent thick. The Grandmaster removed his hand from the journal, lowering his guard around the fellow Templar.

"Has it really been that long?" Haytham enquired, his crisp British accent now sounding hoarse and tired. "Yes, sir" The Irishman replied.

"How about we go topside, sir?" Shay asked. "I can't, I have to finish writing down our findings." Haytham replied bluntly, picking up his quill again and opening the journal once more.

"All due respect, sir. It will do you good to get some fresh air and clear your head, we can't afford for any mistakes." Shay persisted, pointing at the journal on the desk.

Haytham paused for a few seconds, seemingly thinking about something. "You're right shay, we can't afford for any mistakes, could prove fatal should we get anything wrong."

Shay smiled to himself, pleased that he was able to convince the Grandmaster to take a break.

Haytham rose from his chair and opened a draw, he placed the journal in the draw and produced a key on a leather string from around his neck. He closed the draw and locked it after himself. He put the key back round his neck and followed shay topside.

Once on deck, they made their way to the railing and rested their forearms on it, looking out to sea, the waves were quite choppy considering there was clear skies and no signs of a storm later on. A wave crashed against the hull, throwing a small spray into their faces. The the front of the ship lunged upwards by the force of another wave crashing. Shay and Haytham grabbed the rails till they levelled. "LOOK OUT!" one of the crew shouted as a huge wave came crashing on top of the two Templars, soaking them from head to toe. Haytham's hat flew off from the impact. Shay wiped the salty water from his face and laughed. "Well that's just great" The Grandmaster moaned, flicking his arms in an attempt to shake some water off. "Ah you'll be fine sir, tis just a bit o' water" Shay said retrieving the Grandmaster's hat and giving it back to him. Haytham muttered a thank you after the templar returned his soaking hat. "I'm going back below deck" he said before storming off, leaving a wet trail behind him and the soaking Templar on deck.

Haytham took his dripping hat off and put it on a hook to dry. He began undressing by removing his cape, dropping it on the floor with a thump.

He took his belts off and removed his sword, propping it up against the bedpost, then slid the gauntlets off and put them on the desk.He began the tedious task of undoing the buttons on his coat, one by one he undone them until his torso was unrestricted by the buttons of his coat, he then hung it on the back of the door, starting on the buttons of his crimson waistcoat and working his way down, One by one, lower and lower and lower till he reached the draw strings of his trousers. He pulled the waistcoat off and rested it on the back of the chair whilst untying his cravat and chucking it on the bed.

The Grandmaster stood there in just his shirt, trousers and shoes. the water had soaked underneath his coat and seeped through his waistcoat and shirt which was now sticking to his skin both top and bottom, redefining his bodily features, exposing his rippling chest muscles through the thin fabric. Meanwhile down south, the water had stuck the trouser fabric to skin, defining a body part he would rather keep hidden, in more detail than he would like. Haytham unbuttoned his shirt mid-way before being interrupted by Shay.

"Grandmaster I-" Shay abruptly stopped upon seeing the wet, half naked Templar. Shay felt his cheeks heat up, Haytham noticed this and slyly smirked causing the Irishman to fidget on the spot uncomfortably. "Something you need Shay?" Haytham drew out eventually. Shay felt his trousers tighten at the sound of his voice. Of course Haytham noticed this and decided to tease the other Templar by undoing the remaining buttons. "Well?" Haytham asked. "I-I-um, the captain... uh, he wanted to see you" Shay stuttered like a virgin. Oh Haytham was enjoying this. He then removed the shirt completely, screwed it into an ball and threw it onto the bed. Shay's trousers tightened to a painful level at the unholy sight of his Grandmaster topless. "I'll get some clean clothes on and go see him then." Haytham's voice low and hoarse. "well i'll leave ye to it then, sir." Shay said and exited the room as fast as he could. Haytham smirked again to himself.