What up guys. All I can say is....the intensity. 😱 This story is getting better and better. You know, I think I should bring some story within this story. Enjoy this next chapter y'all. Peace.
1781- Connor and Israel were in the little sail boat bobbing along in the waves. Israel was cleaning his new knife with a cloth. "Hey, brother. How is it that you got into such a mess in the first place?"asked Israel. "Well," began Connor, "I became part of an Order. I set out to hunt down Templars and save the country and my people. It succeeded in a way, but not as grand as I had hoped. What about you, Israel? How were you caught as a slave here?" Israel looked at the horizon. He said, "Back in Africa, where I come from, I was with my people in my village. We were hunting sharks off of the coast. A group of ships, carrying thousands of white, and Muslims soldiers came up and the soldiers stormed the shore, taking and killing us all at once. Then I was captured, but spared. I was chained and beaten. Then they shipped me to the Americas where I met new people called the Arawak Indian tribe. But they were enslaved as well. Are you Arawak, Mr. Kenway?" Connor grinned and shook his head. "No," he replied, "I am from the Iroquois Nation. The Mohawk tribe is where I am from. My native name is Ratonhnhake:ton. That is what they called me. I am also half British on my father's side. His father's name was Edward Kenway, and he was a pirate who sailed on these waters."
Israel nodded in an understanding way. He continued to clean his knife. "It's quite interesting, Connor, " Israel stated, "you have set your mind on something and you can't seem to complete it. As for me, I would want to join you. I have gone this far, my friend. I would like to help you with your cause as a payment for helping me save my life. What is it that you need, brother?" Connor looked at his hidden blade. He knew that he was an Assassin. Why would Israel need to be one and risk his life? However, he was very insistent. Connor thought to himself, "Israel would be a good help for the Brotherhood's cause. His loyalty of freedom is just what we need." Connor answered his friend, "We need to get to Boston, Massachusetts. I have some friends there that I would like you to meet. Would you be willing to join us for our cause?"
The look on the former prisoner's face was a curious expression. He rubbed his chin as he asked, "What cause, my friend." "A cause of freedom and an end to terror," answered Connor," my friends are trying to protect the Colonies from the corrupt Order of the Knights Templar. The Templars wear a symbol of a Red Cross on them. They pretend to practice the religion of Christianity, but fail to perform its moral values. I know about Christianity and killing people for power is not a way to show it." Israel leaned forward in interest.
"Have you heard of the God of the Universe? Or perhaps the Lord Almighty? Maybe you have heard of Jesus Christ, the Son of God and the King of Kings. He's the Savior of the sinners of Earth. Well, the Christians believe in Him and worship Him. The Templars put God off to the side and don't really care. I unfortunately have killed people before, but not for power. My job is to save people from enemies. I believe in God but I call Him the Great Spirit. He guides me."
Israel nodded. "Good faith, brother," he said. "I too believe." Connor looked off to the horizon. A net was over the side of the little boat for fish catching. Connor pulled it out of the water. Crabs were in it, as well as bass. Israel smiled and picked up one of the bass and began to fillet it with his hunting knife. "Aye," began Israel, "we are indeed a good team, Kenway. We found powder, shot, blades, and food. Oh, and look! An oyster." Connor cracked open a crab and began to tear out its meat. Connor said, "By now, with this wind, we should be off the coasts of the Bahamas. And we need to resupply anyway. We should be there in a couple of hours."
They kept on sailing through the vast blue sea as the sun baked on them. Connor would splash his face with some salt water if he got too hot. Israel shaded himself with a hat that he found back in Jamaica. When the sun was over to the western horizon, they spotted the Bahama Islands. The name of the one that they were going to dock at was called Nassau. They sailed up to shore and roped their boat at the dock. "Kenway. Don't we have to pay a fee to dock here?"asked Israel. Connor looked around, then he just shook his head.
At Nassau, the town was littered with all kinds of people, merchants, sailors, natives, fur traders, fishermen, beggars, soldiers, and pirates. A tavern was noticed by Connor. He showed Israel. "Why not go in and get out of this burning sun," said Connor. "Aye," replied Israel. So the two went in.
The place was packed with people. Drunkards to be specific. Connor went to the bar with his hood covering his eyes. Israel followed behind. They sat down and Connor laid down a few coins on the bar table. The bartender looked down at the money and counted. "What'll it be, lads?"
"I'll have an ale," replied Connor. "Another," said Israel. The bartender opened a bottle of ale and poured it in two cups. Then Connor and Israel took them. A man sat next to Connor and said in a sailor's accent, "Oi. Look, here. An escaped slave and one of 'em injuns. Yeah. Bloody right. What's a pair of you two blocks coming along round these parts eh? Maybe you felt a bit randy and decided to come here for the ladies. Or was it trouble that you was seeking, eh? Trouble, lads?" His breath reeked of alcohol and he was fairly close to Connor's face. The young native grit his teeth. "I haven't come to this place to seek trouble, as much as I would take pleasure in slamming your face into the ground, but you are fortunate that I am in a good mood."
The man said nothing. He just stared at Connor's hooded face. Then, the man knocked Connor's drink off of the table. It splashed right on the floor. The man grinned wickedly. Connor's fist tightened. Israel moved in his chair to see the situation and put a hand on Connor's shoulder. But it wasn't good enough, or timely enough. Connor grabbed the brute by the collar and put him up against the wall. "It would be wise of you to shut your mouth while you still stand," said Connor in a deep voice. The brute grabbed Connor's hands and kicked Connor off of him.
Connor got back on his feet. The man threw a punch at Connor. Too late to avoid it, Connor got hit in the mouth. But Connor returned to hit with a punch to the man's ribs and an uppercut punch to the man's face. Israel got out of his seat to join the fight as more men came in. They surrounded them. The freed slave had knowledge of fighting from experience in his hometown and wasn't afraid of this one even though they were outnumbered. Then they were charged at.
Connor dodged a punch and threw the opponent into a barrel. Israel blocked a punch and with a kick, sent the brute onto the ground. Connor knocked another one out by a smack in the jaw. Israel took out another one by breaking a beer bottle on their head. Finally, the last man was beaten and the two friends left the tavern. "Let's head somewhere else," suggested the Assassin. "Aye," agreed Israel. Then they went down the road of the town of Nassau.