Connor Point of View
Connor: unbelievable
I said I pulled out my tomahawk and ready to fight, alone since my own father left me here by myself. I don't think I can work with him if he doesn't start pitching in, surely there's a good reason the abandoned me maybe I just don't understand.

Dead finally I'm beginning to calm down a bit, I suppose it's better I got my anger out on them rather than father. I still can't believe he left, but at least I can handle myself. I sigh and go and get my horse, I should meet my unbearable father at New York, and I don't plan walking there at all. Little did I know I stopped a night to camp, only to awake the next morning to a dead horse. Wolves have attacked my horse, but it took me awhile to make it to New York I was sad that my horse was gone she was a beautiful creature.

I decided that before I met my father, I should restock my ammunition. No telling what he intends or where this mission will take us, I enter the general store and got what I needed. Finally I reached the docks this is where my father wanted to meet right? Surely he can't be far, unless he gave up on my entirely. Maybe he thinks I'm dead or I hope he has been at least patience with me I thought as I stood there waiting for him.

Haytham Point of view
God I hope that boy is there! I thought, it's been a day since I arrived, surely he couldn't have left but I regret leaving him. Maybe he was overwhelmed, but what if he died all because of me? I couldn't live with that.
Haytham: where are you Connor?
I  signed in relief as I see the him there at the docks looking around, he seems frustrated. I wonder if he thinks I left, if only he knew how much I've been worrying about him. I slowly approached him, not letting my relief show.

Haytham: evening Connor, I see you made it here in one piece
I say with sarcasm
Connor: huh recovered from your beating then?
He retorts, he seems to enjoy the look on my face
Haytham: lucky for you, I've made good use of the time you've made me wait. I found out that's Benjamin Church, is holed up in a abandoned brewery.
Connor: lead the way
We ran across the rooftops, he's oddly quiet I wonder what he's thinking about. The only sound is our feet knocking on the rooftops, finally my son starts to speak.

Connor: tell me something father?
He says I stop, but I didn't turn around to face him
Haytham: hum
I hummed
Connor: you could have killed me when we first met, what stayed your hand?
Haytham: curiosity any other questions?

I glance at him over my shoulder, he looks almost hurt at my answer maybe I should have said something else?
Connor: what is it the Templar's truly seek?
At this I turn to face him, he's taking interest
Haytham: order, purpose direction. No more than that, it's yours lot that means to confound this nonsense talk of freedom. Time was the Assassins proclaimed a far more sensible goal, that of peace.
He huffed
Connor: freedom is peace
Haytham: oh on it is an invitation to chaos, just look at this little revolution your friends have started. I have stood before the continental congress and listened to them stamp and shout, all in the name of liberty but it is just noise.
Connor: and this is why you favour Lee?
My son seemed disgusted to even say that name, that might be an the future. I wonder if Charles did something to him in the prison perhaps? He clearly hates the man maybe more than he hates me.
Haytham: he understands the needs of this would be nation, far more than the idiots who profess to represent it.
My son huffed in annoyance
Connor: it seems that your tongue has tasted sour grapes, the people have made their choice and it was Washington.
I sneered in disgust
Haytham: The people? You know who chose Washington Connor? A small privileged group of people, making a decision that would benefit them. They may have dressed it up with pretty words, but that does not make it only difference Connor, between myself and those you aid is that I do not fein affection.

Connor looked away and scowled, he does not even look as I continue on.
Haytham: are you coming?
Connor huffs and follows me
Connor: Washington is a good man father. Despite what you may think, he has only best intentions for freedom.
I huffed at his response
Haytham: this discussion is over
Connor: No! You do not get to decide that it is over, just because you are tired of it! What gives you the right to make the decisions? And why must you always tell me your right because you say so? You cannot prove a thing father!
This angered me, my own son is questioning me.
Haytham: I mean it boy drop it!
Connor: who do you think you are?
I soon to face him and he bumps into me, not expecting the sudden stop. I cannot even believe the disrespect from my own son.
Haytham: your father for one
Connor: oh right like that makes difference? You can't keep out of my life, then try to kill me. Then expect me to respect you because you're my father!
He yelled at me as he balled his fists

Haytham: well how's this answer then, you will listen to me because I am more experienced than you and could easily kill you. The only reason you live now is because I wish it Connor!
As I began to raise my voice
Connor: why do you even wish it? So I can do all the work of finding Church?
Haytham: you're not doing all the work Connor, I'm here now aren't I?
Connor: yeah and you were here instead of helping me with those mercenaries! Also you WERE here instead of helping me when my horse was killed! So I was forced to make half of the trip on foot! A partnership is where we work together is it not? The only thing we have done together since we began the truce was bicker!
Haytham: and look what we're doing now? Just grow up Connor I don't have time for childish behaviour!

Connor: Obviously or you would have been a good father. But I suppose that would be asking too much, after all a child always behave like a child. Is that why you weren't around..why you left MOTHER ?! You probably found out she was pregnant... and left right away! You didn't want anything to do with raising a child. I just don't understand why you pretend to want to be around me now!
That really hurt me, surely he doesn't know that all I've ever yearned was a family of my own.
Haytham: I mean it Connor, I don't want to hear another word from you now
I heard Connor growl
Connor: so? Do I look I care what you want father?
He said the word father in poison
Haytham: Connor knock it off! Your behaviour is uncalled for
Connor: then why don't you answer me?
Haytham: because I don't have to

I turn around and keep walking, from behind me I hear Connor growl again and this time he punched a chimney.
Connor: I hate you
He muttered before following, those three words echo in my head. I don't want him to hate me! He's my son and I'm his father, if I didn't lie to Ziio we could have been a proper family... but it's too late for that now the... damage has been done I thought. After some silence we reached the brewery, there are a few men stationed outside of the building and I can't help to swear.
Haytham: uhh Church you clever bastard
Connor: what is it?
Connor asks
Haytham: I was hoping to save you last the guards, but he's replaced most of them with men I don't know. I could get by without arousing suspicion but you....
I look at Connor dressed like that especially, he'll stick out like sore thumb. I'll do this myself then I begin to make my way across the street, but Connor grabs my arm.
Connor: no we do this together, or not at all
I sigh this boy is ridiculous! I thought
Haytham: then what do you propose?
I asked curiously, of what my son is going to plan.
Connor: I will find a guard off duty, and take his uniform
Haytham: very well.. I will wait here then
I said as I sat down against the wall
Connor: of course you will
Haytham: oh I'm sorry! Would you like me to come along, and hold your hand perhaps? Provide kind words of encouragement?
I said sarcastically
Connor: jerk
And the Connor walked off
Haytham: brat
I took a deep breath, knowing that Connor will take forever. He seems to be kind of slow sometimes, as I rested my head in my hands.

As much as I try to play it off, Connor words had hit me where it hurt. Sure I'm a terrible father but that doesn't mean I want to hear it. Am I too harsh to my own son? Should I be sparing with encouragement? Or should I be softer with him? For all I know he'll reject that too. I don't know what a young man needs from his father, I didn't even have one at his age. So I don't even have that much to go off I thought.
Before I know it Connor returns, he is adjusting the uniform looking rather uncomfortable. I stood up and smooth it out a bit, I must admit now that I see Connor face. I see a lot of myself in the boy, originally I had mostly seen Ziio but I'm definitely there too.

Haytham: that should suffice, follow me
I said we walked over to the door, and a guard stop us both.
Guard: hold strangers, this is private property what business have you here?
He asked us
Haytham: the father of understanding guide us
I said with confidence
Guard: you I recognise, not this savage
I don't let this show how angry that makes me, I hate the term anyway. But applied to my son? Even worse he doesn't deserve to be called that.
Haytham: he is my son
Connor looks over at me in surprise, as I noticed the other guards soon walked way. Hmm maybe I should kill him now, considering the other guards left I thought.
Guard: heh tasted of the forest Fruits did you? Off you g-
I didn't even let him finish his words, as my fist crushed int his face. That knocked him unconscious, his back hit the massive wooden door and the guard slumped to the ground. I did my best to hide the fact, that I was no less surprised by my actions. But I'm glad I did it for my son and for my Ziio as well, I pulled the unconscious guard inside so it wouldn't attract any unwanted attention.

Haytham: you don't have to look so shocked
I mentioned as I hid the body
Connor: it's just.. I didn't expect you to
Connor began to stutter, with his words
Haytham: to what claim you? You are my son after all, I'm not ashamed of that
Connor: I guess.. I thought you would be
Haytham: I'm not the only person, with an naive ignorant child
I rolled my eyes
Connor: you know for a second, I did not hate you
I smiled over my shoulder at my son
Haytham: that's progress
I smirked
Connor: yeah well I hate you again
I soon laughed, which I could not hold before I turn my head around. I see Connor smile he's acting mad, yet it seems my laughter is something he wants to hear.
Haytham: of course you do
I began to pick the lock, and we were both quiet for a moment until Connor spoke again.

Connor: must be strange for you, discovering my existence as you have
I looked up to him, and looked down to find the lock
Haytham: I'm actually curious what your mother has said about me, I've always wondered... what Life would be like if she and I stayed together? How is she by the way?
Connor: dead. Murdered.
My heart stopped so it's true Charles did tell the truth! I had feared this seeing Connor alive, I hoped that Ziio was still alive.
Haytham: what! I'm... so sorry to hear that
Connor: oh your sorry? I found my mother burning alive, I'll never forget her face as she sent me away. Charles Lee is responsible for her death, by your order... and you're sorry?
My heart is actually breaking at both sorrow in Connor voice and my own hurt, I was right all along. I did not know that she was burned alive, though now that Connor said so it makes sense. I put all the pieces together, of what Connor and Charles told me about Ziio. I can perhaps shed some light, to tell Connor the truth.
Haytham:that's impossible, I gave no such order. I spoke the opposite in fact, I told them to give up the precursor site, we were to focus on more practical pursuits-
Connor pushed me way
Connor: it is done and I'm all out of forgiveness

Connor opens the door and enters the next room, that must be why he's so cold to me. He thinks I'm responsible for the death of his mother, I took a deep breath then follow behind him. In the next room there stands Benjamin Church, facing away from us I soon stepped ahead of Connor.
Haytham: Benjamin Church, you are accused of betraying the Templar order and abandoning our principles in pursuit of personal gain. In consideration of your crime, I hear by sentence you to death.
I say
Decoy: NOW!!
The man says as he turned around, revealing it is not Church. More men came and surrounded us, Pointing their rifles at me and Connor.
Decoy: you're too late, Church and the cargo are long gone. And I'm afraid you won't be in any condition to follow.
Connor and I exchange looks, then take the guns nearest to us and point them away. Before using the guard as a human shield against the others, we begin fighting together ignoring the taunts of the decoy.

I haven't felt this adrenaline rush in years, it is wonderful to fight alongside someone who can keep up and provide support. As all of our issues are aside, we can trust each other to have our backs, I know that Achilles has trained my son well in combat well.
Connor: where is Church?
Connor says to the decoy, as I finished the last guard who was the same one I punched earlier.
Decoy: I'll tell you anything you want! Just let me live.
The man said in a frightened tone, Connor looks at me and I nod as he pulled the man to his feet.
Connor: you have my word
Connor promised
Decoy: he left yesterday for Martinique, he took passage on a trading sloop called the Welcome. Loaded half it's with the cargo he stole from the Patriots, that's all I know I swear.
I stood behind him, and I stabbed him in the back with my hidden blade.
Decoy: you promised
Haytham: and he kept his promise, let's go
Connor stares at him in shock, it's not like he never killed someone. All of a sudden three men above came up, and pointier their rifles at us. But Connor soon dragged me behind cover, the three men improvise and shot a powder keg nearby, it exploded and the place was soon set on fire.

Connor Point of view
We both got up and my father makes a quick dash to find a way out, he beings to climbing to try and get out that way. But when he noticed that I'm still standing still, I felt paralysed and maybe even terrified. I can feel myself hyperventilating, but cannot will myself to calm down I'm afraid of the fire?
Haytham: Connor! Let's go!
I heard my father call to me, but I make no move to follow I can't. I've never felt this fear before, so overwhelming.
Haytham: son come on!
Connor: father
I begin
Haytham: look at me now
I looked up to my father and made eye contact, the calm blueness of them calmed my nerves a bit.
Connor: I'm just-
Haytham: it's alright son, please let's go
I took a deep breath and followed him

Connor: we need to get out of here
Haytham: you don't say
It was all blur to me, the only thing I remember is that me and father got separated and then the half of the roof collapses on my father and the three men. But I soon got him up as he was hanging off, and my father nodded his head as a thank you.
Haytham: stuck see if you can find something, to pry open
I didn't bother listening to my father, as I moved a pile of wood
Haytham: Connor.. what are you up to
My father says as I stood further away from him, so I could use him as a shield to open the door.
Haytham: oh on.. don't do that there not knowing what is on the other side!!
I shoved my father thought the stuck door, as he yelled but we landed into the water safely.
Connor: well we do know
I looked and he glared at me when we landed, he mumbled something about me being an idiot, as we both swim to shore. I didn't realise how much fire scares me, but now my father knows too. He is sure to make an issue of it, at least make fun of me because he's that type of person.
Haytham: Church has at least a day on us, we must move quickly to if we're to catch him.
Connor: I have a ship we can use, meet me on the pier when you're ready.
I said because both of your clothes were soaked in water, also I went to retrieve my Assassin robes.