Connor Point of view
Faulkner: call it a night captain, I'll keep us moving
Mr Faulkner said to me, as he patted my shoulder
Connor: thank you, um father?
I called to him
Haytham: yes son
Father said softly as he was leaning against the rails, looking at the water. He seems so peaceful, it's difficult to believe the man he really is, or maybe I'm looking at a man he is now?
Connor: would you care to stay in my quarters? I have an extra place in there for you to sleep. Unless you'd rather sleep below deck.
I offered kindly
Haytham: hmm I suppose I could stay in your quarters
Connor: alright just come on in when you're ready
He nods as I go to my quarters, I bring to undress knowing that my father will be here in a few minutes before he joins me. I look over my map, hearing conversation outside due to the small window that was open.

Faulkner: I don't like you MR Kenway
I heard MR Faulkner say
Haytham: I don't think it is your Job to like me, just don't let Connor hear you say that.
Faulkner: that's just the thing, he looks up to you and you treat him like a piece of dirt. The poor child would keep you out of his life, if he knew what was good for him.
Haytham: well I'm sure we'll go our separate ways soon, don't worry MR Faulkner
I felt my heart sank, I think I've been hoping for a truce to last. Hmm I must admit I am growing attached to my father I thought.

Faulkner: hmm what happens if he decides he doesn't want to part ways? If he wants to continue, working with you?
Haytham: well I'm sure MR Faulkner, I Wouldn't mind maybe he'll convert
I rolled my eyes at this
Faulkner: why don't you tell Achilles that
Haytham: is he still kicking?
He asked curiously
Faulkner: he is though he's not too healthy, I must admit.. but don't mention that around with Connor
Haytham: he cares a lot about the old man, does he?
Faulkner: he practically raised him MR Kenway
Haytham: so.. Achilles is like a.. father figure
Faulkner chuckled
Faulkner: That's what happens, when you aren't around
I heard my father sigh, he sounds genuinely hurt by the idea
Haytham: I know MR Faulkner
Faulkner: maybe you ought to turn in
Haytham: yes I suppose so, it won't help anything for me to be out anyway
I soon headed my father footsteps, approaching the Captain cabin and he enters.

Haytham Point of view
My son was standing with his back to me, he was looking at something on the table as he leans on it. Connor was wearing noting but a pair of pants, quite a contrast from how I'm used to seeing him.
Connor: the way I figure it, we should catch up on Church within a day or two
Haytham: perfect
I said i had no joy of sailing
Connor: you can have my bed, if you wish father
Haytham: and where would you sleep?
I questioned
Connor: there a couch in here, I don't mind sleeping on
Uhh he's such a polite man with great kindness, hmm just like Ziio who was kind to me I thought
Haytham: I'm not kicking you out of your own bed, so you can sleep on the couch I will take the couch to sleep.
Connor looks at me over his shoulder, he seems so relaxed so innocent I wish I could see this side from my son more often.

Connor: if you insist
I walk over to the couch and I took off my shoes, belt, hat, weapons, sword and my coat. I look around in hopes of finding a pillow and blanket. I soon felt Connor whack me with a pillow behind my back, I turn to Connor and I was going to shout at him, until I saw the young boy smiling so thats how it's going to be huh?
Connor: I saw you were looking for a pillow, thought I'd help a bit
Connor smirked
Haytham: oh how thoughtful of you
I said sarcastically
Connor: I know right?
I turn away from him, as I was hiding the smile that was on my face. Connor doesn't seem like a very happy person, and he certainly doesn't joke around. I can't be mad seeing him do both, showed a softer side of him.
Haytham: you may want to sleep with one eye open
I said and turn to see how Connor would react, and see the smile still lingers
Connor: explain to my crew why you murdered me, I'm my sleep and see how long you survive
Haytham: you make a fair point, but I'm pretty sure they're looking for an excuse to kill me
I saw Connor smile drop, and his eyebrows pinch together

Connor: what did you do father?
He asked curiously
Haytham: oh nothing, they just don't seem to like me much. Probably because I am British or a Templar, or maybe some other nonsense.
Connor: or maybe because you are a jerk
I sit on the couch and gave Connor a stern look, neither of us are joking at this point

Haytham: not to my co workers
Connor: well I'm your son, you think you could be decent with me?
Haytham: I don't wish-
He soon cut me off
Connor: oh that's right, just tell me to shut up. Is that not what you do any time someone says something, that you do not wish to hear? Well father I am not one of your lapdogs, you have no authority over me. Especially not here, because you are on my ship and in my room.
Haytham: oh well fine got it, please will you let out your entire life's worth of anger at me right now? I would love to hear how much you hate me go on?
Connor signed heavily, as he decides to sit right next to me on the couch
Connor: I do not truly hate you, I do not trust you or even like you.. but I do not hate you either.
Haytham: well I'm not sure, if that's something I wanted to hear or not
Connor: like it or not that's how it is, you want me to trust you well you need to earn it. You want me to like you, be like able, it is simple.
Such sass definitely he's got that from me I thought
Haytham: tell me what you want from me?
I asked I was willing to try
Connor: I just did
Haytham: but that doesn't-
Connor: you're a smart man figure out what to do, if you want things to change
With that Connor stands up and crosses the room, he then tosses a blanket in my direction
Connor: sleep well old man
As he blows out the light
Haytham: you as well son
I wake up in the night feeling queasy, god I hate sailing I decided to have fresh air, that will do me good as I got up from the couch and I quietly left the room.

Tonight was our second night the sea, before we went to bed Connor assured me we would be at Martinique tomorrow. I hope he is right, I crave the solid land below my feet. Robert Faulkner is at the helm, as he has been each night. It seems he sleeps little, though he does rest some during the day while Connor takes his turn.
Faulkner: MR Kenway, what brings you out here?
He asked
Haytham: seasickness
I said honestly
Faulkner: if you throw up, it better be over the side
Haytham: I think I'm okay, just wanted some fresh air
I go and sat down on top of a barrel, as I leaned against the ledge of the ship
Faulkner: the Captain doesn't expect us to be out at sea for long, the Aquila she is quicker than most ships, it is likely she'll have us caught up soon.
He spoke with dedication
Haytham: Connor said something along those lines earlier

Faulkner: MR Kenway might I ask a question?
He asked curiously, as I raised my eyebrow in suspicion
Haytham: you may... though I may not choose to answer
Faulkner: fair enough, you and your son seem to have a strained relationship. Is it just because of the whole Assassin and Templar thing that goes on?
Haytham: well I suppose that's part of it, it's mostly what we argue about anyway. But it was hard for him.. not having a father all his life, especially after what happened to my.. I mean his mom. From the way I understand it, he was pretty young when she.. died... and he blames me for her death.
There was a moment of silence
Faulkner: he was four years old and she was all he had, the others in the tribe were kind to him. But at the same time made, him aware that he was different.
I looked confused at MR Faulkner
Haytham: different?
Faulkner: when you're mixed races, it's hard to fit in anywhere
That's it it all made sense to me now
Haytham. They gave him a hard time for bring part white?
Faulkner: you know that most natives hate white men, rightfully so usually but that's beside the point. Connor was seen as the bastard son of a white man, his mother was the only one who gave him undying love... that is.. until she died poor soul.
I signed heavily and I placed my head in my hands
Haytham: the poor child
I realise why he hates me, why he feels so cold and bitter to me I failed him as a father. I don't deserve his forgiveness at all I thought.

Faulkner: when he was a bit older some sort of... spirits I suppose, came to him and showed him the Assassins symbol and told him to seek it. That it would be the only way to protect his village and his tribe. So he asked the clan mother who apparently knew Achilles, so did his mother as well. So he journeyed his way to the old man place, and after some coaxing Achilles finally took him in.
Faulkner explained the story to me very detailed, as I shook my head.
Haytham: what's it like between them, if I may ask?
I wanted to know how Achilles and Connor relationship was like
Faulkner: strange to most I say, they love each other dearly that's for sure. But they don't see eye to eye very much, so that means they bicker all the time. But at the end of the day, no one had better mess with either, or the other would make them pay with their life.
He chuckled to himself

Haytham: I see... is that why he goes by Connor? Because if Achilles?
Faulkner: nobody else could not pronounce his name, expect his tribe of course. Achilles grew tired of calling him things like boy, so I instead he named him Connor.
Haytham: after his own son
I blinked to the floor
Faulkner: aye
Haytham: Goddammit!
I shouted to myself, as MR Faulkner chuckles
Faulkner: so why is that a bad thing?
Haytham: because I don't like being replaced
Faulkner: well it's your own doing, so you should have been there for him
He huffed
Haytham: I know doesn't make me like it any more
I admitted
Faulkner: all I have to say is, he's clearly giving you a chance. As much as I don't like you MR Kenway, I will tell you this you would be a fool not to fix things between you both. But Connor he is a good young lad, to know.
Haytham: I know he is
We fall silent again and before I knew it, I was slowly drifting off to sleep.

Connor: HALF SAIL!!
Connor shouts that made me jump, I look up to see my son back in his Captain clothes and at the wheel. I must have been asleep for hours, because the sun is up and everyone on the ship is as well.
Haytham: why are you slowing down?
I asked as I stood up, and I walked over by Connor and crossed my hands behind my back
Connor: because father I do not wish for these rocks to impale my ship, we need her if we wish to find Church
Connor replies
Haytham: well you need to drive better, you'll lose ground easily
Conor growled
Connor: go back to sleep
Haytham: I beg your pardon?
Connor: if you are asleep, I do not have to listen to you, be a know it all
I just rolled my eyes at him
Haytham: I told you this was a poor heading, Church is likely days ahead of us now!
I shouted in frustration
Faulkner : have some faith in the boy, he's yet to disappoint
Faulkner says by Connor side
Haytham: well the bar has not been set very high, now has it?
Connor: we are closer than you think father!
Connor says to me, with venom in his voice. I looked at him and I regret, what I had said to him I'm too hard on him.

???: ship ho!!
Someone calls on the ship
Connor: is it the welcome?
Faulkner: aye and she's dropped anchor
Faulkner says, as he stood next to Connor side on the left
Haytham: bring us in for a closer look son
I urge as softly as I can, Connor moves in closer and sighs
Connor: it seems the ship has been abandoned
Connor says as we all observed the ship
Haytham: Church always was a slippery bastard!

Crew: enemy ahead! They making flee!
One of the crew member shouts
Connor: Full sail!
Connor orders I'm not sure if I am looking at my son or my father himself, but I soon pushed that thought away.
The next few moments was a series of MR Faulkner yelling at Connor to slow down, on the other hand Connor had me telling him to speed. The poor child is so stressed and confused he doesn't know who to listen to, Connor was doing his best to avoid the rocks while keeping on the ships tail. After nearly destroying the other ships Connor comes in close, he's determined to salvage the cargo aboard. Which is fine with me since, I can now deal with Church personally.
Connor: what are you doing?!
Connor yelled at me, as I shoved him out the way and took the wheel
Haytham: ending this!
I said before colliding the Aquila into the other ship, and hopping aboard all before Connor regains his balance.
Connor: prepare to board!!

Connor Point of view
I jump aboard the enemy ship, I need to get below deck, no telling what Madness my father intends. I thought after I killed a few people, once the ship is securely taken I will go below deck.
Haytham: so here we are face to face at last my friend
I could tell that was my father voice, I know he is speaking to Church so I continued to walk further.
Haytham: it's been quite an adventure, let me tell you working my way through your nasty little tricks and traps. Clever some of them anyway, I'll give you credit for that, and the quietude with which you pulled it off. We had a DREAM Benjamin!! A dream you sought to DESTROY!!! And for that my fallen friend, YOU SHALL BE MADE TO PAY!!!

I opened the door and found my father, beating the life out of Church. He looks really mad, but I have more on my mind than father revenge.
Connor: Enough! We came here for a reason
I said firmly as father stops punching Church, and was breathing hard
Haytham: different reasons it seems
My father said as he moved out the way for me, not before punching Church one last time of course.
Connor: where are the supplies you've stolen?
I asked
Church: go to hell
Church replies to me in whisper, instead I stab Church with my hidden blade and stood up.

Connor: I ask again, where are the supplies?
Church: on the island yonder awaiting pickup, but you've no right to them they aren't yours.
He sneered
Connor: no... not mine those supplies are meant for the men and women, who believe in something bigger than themselves. Who fight and die that they many one day, be free of tyranny such as you.
Church chuckled at me
Church: are those the same men and women, who fight using British steel? And bind their wounds with bandages sewn by British hands? How convenient for them, we do the work they reap the rewards.
Connor: you spin a story to excuse your crimes, as if you are the innocent one and they the thief
Church: it's all a matter of perspective, there is no single path through life that is fair and does no harm. Do you truly think the crown has no cause? No reason to feel betrayed? You should know better than this, dedicated as you are to fighting Templar's.
He stopped and glared at my father, who was leaning against the wooden wall.
Church: they themselves think their work is just, think on that next time you insist. Only your work benefits the greater good, your enemies may beg to differ and not without cause.
After that he dies
Connor: your words may have been sincere, but that does not make them true.
I say in Kanin'keh'a:ka

Haytham Point of view
Haytham: you did well, his passing was a boon for us both
I said as I placed my hand on Connor shoulder, I don't feel comfortable saying I'm proud of him but I hope he knows where I am getting at. Connor looks down at my hand looking uncomfortable, I decided to remove my hand realising my gesture. That was supposed to be a supportive one, is a breach of personal space to him. But his expression changes going to discomfort to... I don't know he seems like it dawns on him, what my intention is of this gesture.
He looks back at me making no move to remove my hand, I smile slightly this is progress.
Haytham: come on... I assume you want my help retrieving everything on the island?
I say after some time of us looking at each other, in easy silence. I squeeze his shoulder, then I turn to go.

Two days have passed the death of Church, with each day I have grown more comfortable around Connor. Even though I'm ready to be off the ship. A large part of me didn't want me to leave the ship, I have no way of knowing what will happen down the road. Maybe my son is tired of me already, finally we made it back to the city.
Haytham: well I suppose this is where we part ways
I said as I leave the Aquila, Connor has taken me to New York upon my request.
Connor: yes I suppose so
Connor agrees I'm not sure but I hear reluctance. Or is it wishful thinking on my part?
Haytham: who knows maybe the opportunity, will arise for us to work together again
I say I know I'm not imagining the smile on my son face, it warms my heart to know that he would like to work with me again sometime.

Connor: if I do not kill you first
I smile slightly, I know by the look in Connor eyes that isn't a threat but this is a way of teasing.
Haytham: if you could kill me, you would have by now... I think you're afraid.
He huffed
Connor: of what? You're practically ancient history
I scoff
Haytham: weren't you ever taught to respect your elders boy?
Connor: wow that made you sound like an old man, good job old man
He smirks as I chuckle at this and pat his shoulder
Haytham: safe travels son
Connor: see you around... father
As Connor board the ship, and I watched the Aquila sail away from me.
Is that it? Did I miss my chance to mend things? Will I ever see Connor again? But if I do, will I have to kill him.. my own son?

I sigh as now the Aquila is now out of sight, I suppose I ought to find Charles. To make sure me knows everything is fine and that Benjamin Church is dead.
Charles: Master Kenway, I thought I saw you and I have!
Charles calls to me, as I turned around to see him well that makes things more easier I thought.
Haytham: ah Charles, there you are
I say
Charles: is it done then sir?
He asked very eagerly
Haytham: Church is dead.. yes
Charles: good job sir, I knew you could do it
I looked back to where the Aquila had just been
Haytham: thank you Charles
I decide it is best, to keep the partnership quiet for now.
Charles: sir there are some things we must discuss
Haytham: fine but not here

We walk together in silence, eventually we make it to a Tavern. I buy myself a glass of rum, then me and Charles sat upstairs on a table.
Charles: it is about the Assassin
Charles said as soon as we both seated, Connor of course
Haytham: what about him?
I ask grateful for my ability to hide my emotions, I'm overwhelmed with many of him and Ziio. There is nothing on this world, I want more than to protect my son but I'm conflicted as well. The last time I saved him, it cost the life of one of my own men.
Charles: things have gotten worse sir, since the death of Hickey he's been hard at work. Meddling in our affairs, he's tearing the order apart.
Haytham: is he now?
As I took a sip of the rum

Charles: yes that and it's been a while since Hickey death, I'm afraid he's plotting for his next assassination. So that means, that either you or I will be next on his list sir.
I scoffed at this
Haytham: come now Charles, I've trained you well enough that you shouldn't fear some young child
As I took another sip of my drink
Charles: what about Johnson or Pitcam? Neither of them was unknowledgeable sir!
Haytham: you fear for nothing Charles
I assured him
Charles: easy for you to say
I rolled my eyes at him, I respect Charles more than any other man. I couldn't have asked for a better second in command, but he is such a coward.
Charles : so you are saying we should do nothing?
Charles asks as he begins to panic
Haytham: of course not, we must stop the Assassin
I said though I have to admit, that I don't like the idea of that at all he is my son at the end of the day.