Connor;
I rush behind Percivia to the fight, reaching for my tomahawk at my belt as a redcoat lunges forward with a musket. I realize too late I left the weapon on my table in my quarters. I mumble a curse in my native tongue and dodge to the side as the musket jabs the air. I unsheath my hidden blade and open his throat with a quick twist of the wrist. I fling his body aside, thinking how the blood will stain my deck. Running toward another soldier, I engage in combat with him.
Quentin:
I sigh with relief when Connor joins the fight. I shove through a redcoat, knocking him to the ground. I stab him and see my chance. I sprint to the docking board just as another group of soldiers runs towards us. How many of you are there? I think to myself angrily. I quickly grab the edges of the plank, swinging the large board into the harbor below. The trio of redcoats skids to a halt at the edge of the docks. I grin and yell, "How does it feel, huh?"
Rose:
I've begun to grow impatient. I'd expected Haytham to have arrived by now. I sigh and pace around my desk, studying my dagger in my hands. With a sigh, I leave my study and walk through the large house alone.














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