Assassin of the Black Flag(open)

"Could do that, yes..."
Damian sighed sadly, but returned to his useful serious self.
"...but they are valuable jewelery pieces, so after the party, we must return them, immediately"
Damian said this as if he'd had this situation before, which was true.
Instead, last time was with Templars.

Samuel "Snakefang" Donnelly

"Since the house is technically mine, I think I can get them without a hitch. And.....unfortunately, Mrs. Harrods gained the fate of her husband. She caught me in the act. Not my fault, I might add! Just poor timing. I'll be back shortly." With that, he vanished.

Sam went straight to the house which now hung inside assassin banners. He smiled and nodded to his guards before he went upstairs and to the jewelry box that contained the jewels they needed. Once they were secured, Samuel slipped off his Assassin ring and in its place put the Templar ring. It felt wrong, sitting on his finger. Then, on his left hand, he slipped on the man's wedding ring. It felt...right, somehow. Then he left, telling them to not go upstairs. He didn't want his Assassin ring to go missing. They, of course, complied.

Samuel returned to his ship and handed the other ring to Elizabeth with a nod. They would have to go soon. "How we get there is a new matter. Neither I nor Liz can take our ships. They know mine and hers and would attack us on sight."

Damian seemed at a loss for words, but he remembered something.
"The Party Ship... Of course!"
He looked at Samuel with a grin.
"We can take my ship. It has a Templar flag on it. Either I can sail it, or you I'm suggesting me, but... I think you should. I don't have much luck with ships."
Damian said, excited.

Samuel "Snakefang" Donnelly

He nodded with a grin. "Perfect," he said, clapping his hands together and said in a teasing manner. "I get to sail a Templar ship." he chuckled.

"Ah, the ship's not much diffrent from other ships. It only has better swivels and a stronger front-shot cannon. Other than that, she's justma normal ol' brig."
Damian stood up, at the hwight of 6"10, a full foot higher than Samuel.
"Should I lead us to her?" Damian asked.

Elizabeth took the ring from Samuel and slipped it onto her finger, it felt strange yet it felt strangely pleasant at the same time. She followed Damian and Samuel in silence as she tried to figure things out.

"Kidd, I need you to start training our friend as soon as his shoulder is properly healed. That's all assuming he wants to join the Brotherhood."
"Aye, Lizzie. A bird arrived for you this morning from Tulum" Kidd said as he handed Elizabeth a tiny scroll.
"Thank you, Kidd." Kidd walked up to Damian and looked at him coldly, "If any harm comes to her, I'll kill you with the slowest acting poison I have" Kidd said menacingly before he turned to face Sam, "Look after yourself, and try not to get captured again." Elizabeth hugged her friend farewell before she turned to Samuel and Damian, "Let's get a move on. We don't want to keep the Governor waiting."

"This is going to be fun" Elizabeth chuckled as the group boarded the Party Ship. She froze when she saw the Nightshade and Deathbell that were littered around the Party Ship, after the initial shock, she began to laugh, "I've never met a Templar that keeps poison in its natural form. I'll need to get some from you once we return to Inagua." Elizabeth propped herself up against the railing, opened the scroll, and read it.

"Mistress Shay,
You are to return to Tulum at the earliest possible convenience. I offered you a mentorship role quite some time ago, which you declined, but we have a new child here who I am sure you would not mind training. He is the child of two Templar deserters who were recently killed in Havana. All the brothers and sisters refuse to train him, and they detest him, much like they did with you.

Ah Tabai."

Elizabeth took a deep breath to calm herself, and handed the scroll to Samuel. "It's my fault" Elizabeth mumbled under her breath as she sat with her eyes closed tightly, desperately trying to calm herself. "Do you think I should I do it? Become a mentor" Elizabeth asked as she stared into the water before she looked at Samuel sadly, "Your mentor? Was he still able to live his life the way he saw fit even though you were under his wing?" It was clear by the tone of her voice that Elizabeth was hesitant about taking on an apprentice.

Samuel "Snakefang" Donnelly

He read over the scroll once he was handed it and sat down with Liz, having handed the helm to one of the crew members. He fought for the right words and spoke calmly, slowly. "Mentor didn't really have a life worth taking by the horns," he said softly. "He was a pirate first, before he joined the Brotherhood. English, at that. One of the Brothers freed him from jail when he was supposed to be executed for crimes he never mentioned. Honestly, I think he never minded taking me under his wing." Sam took a deep breath and slowly slid the scroll back into her hand, resting a soft hand on her back. "This child is innocent. It's also your choice to make. The way I see it, taking on an apprentice is like raising your own child. Detication, attention, all that. If you truly are not ready, then don't do it." he paused for a moment, looking to the nearing land of Havana. "That Templar child doesn't have the stains of countless lives of our brothers and sisters. Perhaps he will make a great Assassin one day, with the right training. But again, it's your choice." The way he had spoken suggested he had never been a mentor. Never wanted to be a mentor, after everything that had happened to him.

Upon their arrival, Sam took a deep breath and exhaled, stepping onto the docks where a Templar escort was waiting. "Ah, Jackson Harrods and the Mrs.," said one of the Templars with a bow. "Torres is waiting your arrival. Come." Sam breathed easy. They were out of danger for now. Sam checked that he still had the viles Elizabeth had given him earlier and breathed another relived sigh. Then he looked to Liz, the woman he had fallen in love with. "Stay close," he whispered to her. If she cared enough about him to not want him to fall for her, then he cared enough to ask her to stay close, as he didn't want anything to happen to her.

Damian whispered as best as he could in Samuel's ear.
"Remember - they will not attack. You, are a Nobleman. Act just like one, and you shall be fine."
Damian straightened back up, hands behind his back, as if he were a butler.
"We do not we don't want the Grandmaster waiting,"
Damian said as he stepped onto the ship.

Elizabeth thought of the Templar child back at Tulum and how the Assassins had treated her, especially Ikan. Then she remembered somthing, Ikan was the one who trained the newcomers. "I'll have to be that child's mentor. I can't let that child suffer like I did."

Elizabeth grabbed Samuel's hand and held it tightly in fear. With so many Templars about, and with her axes back at Inagua, she made sure that she stayed as close to Samuel as she possibly could. She never felt safe around anyone, Templars, Assassins, even civilians. But for some reason, it was different around Sam, she felt safe beside him. Elizabeth looked at a passing group of Templars, and held her breath until they had passed.

Elizabeth looked around, security was just as tight as the last time she and Sam were there, if not more so. "Pardon my asking, but I notice that there is more security than I am used to seeing. Should we be worried?" The Templar laughed at Elizabeth's question, "There is no need for concern, Mistress Harrods. We had a problem with some Assassins a short time ago, not to mention a few of our own that had betrayed the Order. However, I doubt that the Assassins will return so soon and the betrayers have been dealt with."
"And what if the Assassins return" Elizabeth inquired, careful to keep her emotions in check. "Then they shall be hung at the gallows." Elizabeth tightened her grip on Samuel's hand when the Templar mentioned the gallows, she would be damned if she ever saw Sam there again. Although she'd probably be with him the next time, laughing as a Templar pulled the lever. She smiled as she thought of what she would do at the gallows, she always enjoyed giving the Templars hell and she would still give them hell with her dying breath. Elizabeth looked at Sam and smiled, "Remind me to speak with you once this is over." She was sure to keep her voice low as she didn't want anyone to hear her.

"Let us be on our way, shall we?"
Damian stood behind them, like any standard guard should. He felt powerful, standing up right, with his favorite sword on his back.
"After you, of course."
Damian nodded once, steadily.

Samuel "Snakefang" Donnelly

The gallows. As soon as that was mentioned, Sam wanted to raise a hand to his throat, as though the pressure of the last time he was there was still there, pressing tight against his throat. He squeezed Elizabeth's hand back in comfort. He would rather die than see her with a rope around her neck. "Everything alright, Master Harrods? You look quite ill and you haven't said a word." Sam forced himself to swallow and to not shake as he walked beside Liz. He forced a smile onto his face and shook his head with as good a laugh as he could muster. Soon, his tension died and the laugh became real. "No I'm fine, good sir. Just a bit tired, is all." The Templar nodded with a grin. "I suspect your work has left you little time to sleep these days. That's all perfectly normal, Master Harrods."

Then the mansion appeared before them. Sam's arm began to shake slightly. The last time he was here, he'd been a prisoner. As the noblemen entered one by one, the Templar guards called their names into the halls. Finally, it was their turn. Not knowing where to go, Sam merely followed the one in front of him into a large dining hall with a huge table. Sam sat as near to Torres as he dared with a respectful nod.

Elizabeth fidgeted with her father's ring in a desperate attempt to calm herself. "I ought to kill you right now! Make you suffer as we have" Elizabeth thought as she looked at Torres. While everyone around them spoke amongst themselves, Elizabeth sat there in silence, observing the scores of Templars that surrounded her. She was well aware of the danger that they were in, one wrong move and they would either die there, or at the gallows. Elizabeth pushed the thought of death aside, and turned her thoughts to the plan. She tried to avoid conversing with the Templars so they wouldn't uncover her secret.
"Is something wrong, Mistress Harrods?"
"Not at all, governor."
"I do not believe you. You look ill" Torres said as he lifted Elizabeth's face to his own, and stared into her eyes.
"In truth, I am unwell."
"I am sorry to hear that" Torres said as he let go of Elizabeth's face. Elizabeth watched as Torres returned to his seat before she looked at Samuel apologetically.

Elizabeth looked at her pocket-watch, "Five to ten?!" She gave Samuel a gentle nudge and smiled. She had been waiting her entire life for that moment, the moment that Torres would pay for all the wrong he had ever done, and now, the moment had finally arrived.

Damian flipped open the Pocket watch he bought some two years ago, and checked the time aswell.
"Hmm... Almost time..." He thought.
Damian turned, and whispered to the two.
"Almost time. When he asks his Guards to stand at the entrance, put in the poison. We can leave after he dies."
He turned away, and went back to saying a simple "'Ello" and "Good Evening"s to Passing by Nobles.

Samuel "Snakefang" Donnelly

He nodded at Damian's words and slipped out a vile, popping it open. He would have to be quick. He lowered his head slowly, waiting and watching Torres's chalice like a lion stalking its prey. He would get this right. He had to. Silently, he began to pray, something he hadn't done in quite literally years, telling his mentor that he could finally rest easy after tonight. Sam swallowed and gripped Liz's hand tight. He was comforting himself as much as he was her. This was their moment and he could feel happiness swell inside of him. Perhaps after this, Elizabeth would want him. Maybe. If he hoped enough....Sam shook his head slowly. There was no time to think of that now!

Elizabeth watched in anticipation as Torres stood to deliver the toast, she could hardly wait for the governor to finally pay for all that he had done.
"It has been a long time since I have last seen many of you. We have all endured our own hardships, but we have emerged stronger than before. Try as they might, those Assassins will never emerge victorious."
"That's what you think, now hurry up and die already!"
"May the father of understanding guide us." Every Templar in the room raised their glasses, "May the father of understanding guide us." Elizabeth joined them in toast, except she was celebrating the imminent death of her oldest enemy. Torres sipped the wine from his chalice before he returned to his seat.
"Wait for it" Elizabeth thought to herself as a smile crept onto her face. It hadn't been less than a minute before Elizabeth's version of jincan started to take effect. What happened to Torres was so grotesque, it made most of the Templars wives pass out. Elizabeth had to fight back a smile, never mind a laugh. She watched on in pride as Torres writhed in pain. His eyes reddened, his nose bled profusely, and a red froth spilled out from his mouth. "Blood for blood, Torres. Blood for blood." Elizabeth smiled once the Grandmaster finally stopped his pitiful squirming, and coughed his final breath.
"I think we should leave. As in, right now" Elizabeth whispered to Samuel. She may have had a serious look on her face, but her eyes shone with joy.

"You two go ahead! The old man has... Something I need."
As Damian stood, he quickly rushed over toTorres' body, and checked it for a second.
"There..."
He swiped a necklace off of him, as long as a pouch of coins. After doing so, he turned his head around, becoming aware of all the Templar men getting ready to attack.
He turned his head to Samuel and Elizabeth, and said to words with sheer commanding.
"Run. Now."
He took out his 5'10 sword, which he weilded in two hands.
"COME AT ME!" He yelled as he ran up to an unfortunate guard, whos head quickly came off, landing in front of a groud of nobles.
This caused many terrified yells and screams.

Samuel "Snakefang" Donnelly

He made sure not to forget the empty vile and led Elizabeth out of the mansion and into the crowds. Laughter echoed from his throat as he ran, leading her along. Finally, he'd paid the blood debt owed him by Torres for his mentor's execution. Only when they reached Damian's ship did he relax and let go of Liz's hand. He spun in a twirl and laughed again. "Finally, the threat of Torres is ended." He rumbled happily. A sigh escaped his lips as the wind blew. He took a deep breath and close his eyes, running his hands through his hair, messing it up once again. He felt free, a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. Liz.....Harrods's house is mine. I was wondering if you'd like to share it. I know I'm going to allow Damian there for reasons of my own." it was an invitation and one he truly thought she'd decline, but was hoping she'd accept.

Inside the Mansion was a scene like none other.
After killing enough men and decapitating enough heads, the pain finally started to settle in.
"Gah..." Damian had already placed his sword covered in blood in his scabbard, when he realised a Templar had shlt him in the arm and leg before Damian decapitated him.
"Not as bad...." He muttered to himself, as he snapped off the arrows.
As Damian walked back to the docks, he was realived to still see that his ship was there.
He was also realived that only five people screamed at him for being covered head to toe in blood.
As he walked onto his ship, a grin fell upon his face.
"Miss me?" He asked, followed by chuckles of his own.

(Heads up, guys, I might be going somewhere with no WiFi. I will contact you if it does. Duh.)

Elizabeth, although breathless from all the running, was laughing so hard, her eyes were watering and her sides were aching.
"Liz.....Harrods's house is mine. I was wondering if you'd like to share it. I know I'm going to allow Damian there for reasons of my own." Elizabeth froze at Samuel's words, until she remembered what had just happened, that Torres was finally dead.
"You mean live with you? In a house with actual rooms? Are you mental?" Elizabeth looked at Samuel and let out a small chuckle, "Yes, Samuel, I will share a house with you." Elizabeth closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the crisp night air, she was finally free of Torres. She was finally free.

Samuel "Snakefang" Donnelly

At her acceptance, he pulled her into a hug and literally swept her off her feet, spinning around once before setting her back down with a laugh. "Let's go home," he said softly, tiredly. Then he went to the helm of the ship and called orders to the men, who scurried about the deck, pulling the anchor up while dropping the sails. Then they were off, leaving Havana for the second time, though it was the third for him over the course of his life. Again, he handed the helm over and began to climb the mast to be among the sails, Then nestled himself in the crow's nest, taking a deep breath of the air. He felt happy, more so than he had in years. The Templar who killed his parents were dead and now Torres lay dead as well. Finally, he was free and he let all the world know by bursting out into song, singing a popular ship song that his crew sang from time to time.

(Alright, so, They didn't have WiFi.)
Damian smiled at Samuel's words, knowing that he would have a home that was not with Templars.
"Ahh, finally..." He took a whif of the air, but all he got was the smell of blood on him.
"...bah, this stinks more than Aunt Tess..." He mumbled angrily.
He looked over to Samuel, no longer a grin on his face.
"...I'll be in the Captain's Quarters, taking a bath, and cleaning my Armor." He said calmly.
As he was about to head into his quarters, he said a quick sentence.
"Oh, and don't come in!"
He then closed the door, and headed for a door leading to the washroom, where he hanged up his armor, and proceeded to go into the bath that was full of water.

Elizabeth blushed at Samuel's embrace. "Let's go home." Elizabeth couldn't remember the last time she had a home to return to.
"Torres died less than an hour ago, and I'm already starting to have a normal life" Elizabeth chuckled as she looked up at Samuel as he sat amongst the sails and smiled as he began to sing an old shanty. Elizabeth quickly ran up to the lift, and rode it to the crow's nest. She looked out over the ocean and smiled as she slipped her Master Assassin ring back on. "Thank you, Sam. I wouldn't have been able to do that without you" Elizabeth said softly as she sat beside him. She was all too eager to finally get back to Inagua, to have a bath, and sleep in a decent bed of her own.

(Hung, not hanged. >.<)

Samuel "Snakefang" Donnelly

He chuckled and slipped the Templar ring off his hand, plopping it into a pocket before he loosened the collar. "It was an honor, Liz."He answered fondly, lovingly even. It was apparent his feelings for her had never ceased, even when she denied him. He took a deep breath and exhaled in happiness. He'd never been this happy before, and it was a grand sight. Finally, he could let out his emotions and they were all happy. Finally, his family was put to rest. The only thing left to deal with was his brother. A small frown rested against his face now as he thought of this. Surely, Frederic would replace Torres as grandmaster. That was the reason Freddy joined the Templars in the first place was power.

My brother becomes part of my hit list now, he thought sadly. He loved his brother, but he would have to end Frederic's life to truly restore honor to the Donnelly name. Sam pushed those thoughts aside and laughed again. He couldn't wait to get back home. That word seemed foreign to him.

As Damian stepped out of the bath, he put on black silk pants, and a casual white silk shirt and an extra set of boots. He had cleaned his armor, waiting for it to dry.
"I wonder if we're nearly there..." He thouht as he was putting a Dagger on.
One could never be too safe.
As he stepped on the deck, he grinned.
"How are things up here?" He asked.