50 Shaydes of Haytham.

Chapter 5: Settling in.

Shay leaned on the ship's railing, the salty sea breeze blowing on his face, a feeling he was familiar with and enjoyed. Haytham walked down the steps from talking to the captain and strode towards Shay. Joining the other Templar, he looked over at the sea. Just looking and listening, listening to the sound of the waves crashing against the hull of the ship and the sound of gulls shrieking, when Shay was the first to speak. "Tis beautiful, isn't it sir? Ah how I never get tired of this." Haytham turned to the younger man who was smiling adoringly at the lapping waves and just the general serenity of the sea. He hummed in agreement and looked towards the sea again, also sharing the young man's smile. A few minutes passed when Haytham was the one to speak up this time. "We will be arriving at port shortly" he said ever so softly as though trying not to spoil the mood. "I know, sir" Shay replied just as gently. The two men continued to watch the waves for another 10 minutes before Haytham spoke up again. "We should probably begin to pack our bags up soon." he said sounding a bit more normal. Shay hummed in agreement this time.

An hour later the ship had docked and their bags had been packed onto the carriage that was waiting for them at port. The two men entered the carriage, "The Kenway mansion" Haytham demanded, his English accent at blending with the new atmosphere. The carriage jolted forward and the sound of hooves clicked and clacked on the cobbles of London. "It's going to be a long journey Shay, I trust you've brought something to entertain yourself with." Haytham said to the Irishman who was peering out of the carriage window. Shay turned to face him with a slightly displeased face. "I don't think I do, sir." he replied. Haytham frowned slightly "Well, i'm sure you'll think of something" He murmured whilst flicking through his book. Shay then remembered he had his journal and a stick of graphite in his pocket. He opened it to the back and sat for a minute or so, observing his surrounding for inspiration. He eventually settled on drawing a horse and carriage.

Shay sat and drew multiple things in the back of his journal, such as the horse and carriage, the Morrigan, his pistol and a couple of bust drawings of his Templar comrades; Charles Lee and George Monro. He was pleased with himself and decided to reward himself with a nap which lasted two and a half hours complete with soft snores and the occasional fidget. Haytham grumbled to himself every time Shay snored and fidgeted in his direction. Suddenly Shay let out an almighty snore and that tipped Haytham over the edge. He tried to breathe in and calm himself but failed when Shay snored again. Haytham closed his book and showed no remorse when he slammed the book into Shay's shoulder "Will you be quiet, boy!?" haytham shouted, definitely waking the sleeping man up. Shay turned to the other Templar startled and rubbing his shoulder. "What was that for?" Shay asked quietly. Confusion still on his face. "You were snoring" Haytham replied bluntly. "Well that's not my fault" He replied slightly agitated. Haytham grumbled knowing shay was right. Seeing the slight defeat in the Grandmaster's face, he decided to change the mood. "What d'ya thing o'these?" Shay asked softly offering the book to Haytham. Haytham took the book and studied the drawings, his expression softening. "These are good Shay, I didn't take you for an artist." Shay chuckled as the other man looked at the busts of the Templars, Haytham's eyebrows rose a fraction with surprise. "very good" he repeated again while handing the book back.

Shay sat for half an hour taking in the new surroundings. Getting bored again, he looked around the interior of the carriage. Not finding anything interesting, he turned to Haytham who was completely fascinated by his book. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration, eyes weary and tired due to the amount of time they've spent travelling. Shay found it captivating watching him. Quietly he took his note book and graphite stick out again and began to draw his Grandmaster. Another thirty minutes passed and he'd finished drawing Haytham reading and had put the book away. Shay sat there and smiled to himself and continued to watch the Grandmaster who was putting his book away now. "Not too far now." Haytham spoke after a very long period of silence. Shay hummed in contentment. Haytham spoke again "When we get indoors, we'll have some time to rest and unpack before dinner and maybe get some business out of the way" He said, pausing slightly on 'business'. Shay nodded to himself but was confused as to why he paused.