Bloodlines (open)

Elizabeth "Demon" (Shay) Donnelly

Elizabeth pulled on her draconic helmet, and prepared to board the Templar ship. She knew something was wrong. The Templars weren't fighting back. However, she was so blinded by rage, she didn't pay attention to anything else.

"Give me back my son" Elizabeth growled as she boarded the Templar ship. She was viciously attacking any Templar she came across.

Sam followed after his wife, but in a more stealthy way. He dove into the water first and then climbed up the side. He assassinated a templar and then began to fight his way below deck. He hid himself after the last loud mouth was dead. Heis eyes narrowed. Something was wrong. [I]Where are you, boy?[I] He asked as softly as if he was speaking aloud. He didn't want to be caught and every muscle was tensed.

Elizabeth "Demon" (Shay) Donnelly

Elizabeth was still fighting the Templars on deck. She was literally tearing their throats out, ripping hearts from chests, and she almost crushed one man's skull. It was only when she saw a familiar figure in armour that she realised what was going on.
"El Tiburón? But that must..." Elizabeth was whacked over the head, and carried below deck.


Edward Donnelly

"They have me locked up in a cell. Daddy, it's a trap!" The young boy looked up, and froze when he saw El Tiburón enter the brig, and throw Elizabeth into an empty cell. Elizabeth simply lay there in the dark. Edward simply closed his eyes, and rocked back and forth as he covered his ears.

Sam froze on the spot. Seeing his wife thrown into a cell like a doll infuriated him. But he couldn't risk being caught, as well. He was safe, so long as he remains hidden, and unseen. Eddy, think you can distract him for a moment? I promise I will come back for you and mommy, but I need to regroup with the others and come up with a plan. Sam wouldn't move until he knew his way was clear.

As some of Daian's men readied the cannons, Damian angrily yelled, "Oi, stop it, ya idiots! Edward Shay, and Elizabeth Shay, due for a child, no less, are in the ship! Just 'cause freakin'... El Tibouríon, or somethin', is th're, that ain't good 'nuff! We wait for Sam." Damian rested lightly on the wheel, as men skampered on deck, quickly withdrawing the cannons.

Sam kept his breathing light, almost not there at all. He was going back to basic training from his mentor. Sam knew just how to stay silent when the need arose. As silent as death itself, Sam slipped up and out of the brig, staying as quiet as possible. Only when he got close to the rail did he run. Sam dove into the water and swam to the Soul Wave. "Damian, Johnathan, Jackson, fall back and regroup!" He called to all ships. His heart hurt so much. He wouldn't let his family be taken away from him. Not now, and especially not after he had lost his parents as a child. He refused to let Edward do the same.

Damian sighed, as he looked towards his brother's ship, and said, "Yeh heard th' young man. ! Et's be headin' on back." Jonathon nodded, as he and Damian began sailing away from the ship, Damian feeling like he should go back... yet he knew h shouldn't.

Eddy, be strong for me. Keep your mother safe until I can get you both out of there. Sam watched the ship as it got out of sight and went into his cabin, shutting the door after himself. There, he sat at his desk and began to work a plan in his head. He needed to free his family.

Elizabeth "Demon" (Shay) Donnelly

Elizabeth awoke in a filthy cell, to an elderly gentleman, with a tall armoured man at his side, staring down at her.
"You?! You're supposed to be dead" Elizabeth said weakly as she tried to move.
"Save your breath, Assassin. I'll deal with you and your family once we reach Havana, pirate whore." Elizabeth growled as she watched the men leave before she looked at her son.
"Everything's going to be alright, Edward. I promise" Elizabeth said softly. Thankfully, the trauma of being tossed around like a child's plaything hadn't caused her to lose her unborn child, but her left clavicle had been broken along with her left shoulder blade.

Sam slammed a map onto the table. They'd returned to the Sanctuary to lay down a plan. "Here's how it's going to blow over," he began, pointing to various spots on the map, mostly around the docks. "Bryan, Damian, Johnathan and I will take out the Templars surrounding the docks. No doubt they'll take my wife and son up to the manor to be killed. We will escort them halfway, all the while cutting my family from their bonds. Then we escape, but we have the Templars believe we're chasing them down." Bryan nodded, although he was as nervous as a rabbit among wolves. He hadn't been back to Hanava in years.

Edward Kenway and Bartholomew Roberts

"And how may I assist with this plan of yours, captain Donnelly" Roberts asked as he joined the group. He looked at Kenway, and growled.
"What the hell are you doing here, Roberts?!"
"Elizabeth Donnelly is just as much my friend as she is yours! At least she doesn't want to wring my bloody neck! Now can we put our differences aside, and focus on helping the Donnellys?!" Tiago shook his head, and looked up to Samuel.
"Merda! Calm down, you two! Please, Master Donnelly, continue." Kenway and Roberts glared at Tiago before they turned to Samuel.

Damian and Jonathon both nodded at Samuel's plan so far. Simple enough. Both of them decided to stay a bit behind the others, both of their arms crossed. Damian glared lightly at Kenway - the man who ran when a greater man than he had fallen. He then focused his attention back towards Sam, and said, "Continue. No need gettin' interrupted by petty dis'greements."

"Thank you, Tiago," Sam said, nodding his thanks also to Damian. "Roberts, I'll need you at the manor, hidden, in case the first part doesn't go over well. You'll be in charge of making a distraction. Kenway, you'll be in the town just outside the manor. You'll do the same thing, possibly to ensure the plan goes smoothly, so Roberts, be prepared to leave once Tiago gives the call. We won't all be able to take our ships in. They'd draw too much attention. We'll take the Soul Wave. I haven't gone there in a while, so they won't recognize the ship, as least since I won't be flying my normal flag. Tiago, remember the call to get help? Use that to call Roberts back, should Kenway's distraction gets us out." It was obvious by his voice that he was both confident and cautious. He wanted the plan to work, so he'd have his family back.

Bartholomew Roberts and Edward Kenway

"Sounds like a good idea. I have something we can use to keep an eye on the people that took Elizabeth and Edward. Any idea who took them?" Roberts glared at Kenway, and shook his head. "But that pup can figure things out on his own" Roberts growled as he pointed to Kenway. Bonny was upstairs looking after Read's daughter.
"Sim, I remember. If it's all the same, I think we should bring the ocelot along. A living weapon." Panther had been sitting beside the two strange creatures that Elizabeth had used to deal with the snakes at the bureau, and he was growling at Kenway.

"There was a man," Sam said, gently rubbing Panther behind the years. "He threw Liz into a cell. I didn't recognize him, but his posture screamed Templar. Possibly the new Grandmaster, since both the original and my Brother are dead." He looked up, his eyes asking if anyone knew the man he described.

Elizabeth "Demon" (Shay) Donnelly

Elizabeth eventually managed to sit up, and she clutched her shoulder in pain as she looked at her sleeping son. She needed to tell Samuel what was happening, but Edward was asleep, so she didn't really have a way to contact her husband.
"I suppose I could always try." Elizabeth closed her eyes, and concentrated. She focused on every detail she knew of her husband's appearance, and tried to remember every minute detail.

"Sam? Can you hear me, my love? We messed up. I know you're not going to believe me, but... Torres, he's alive! He's the one that... Gah! Edward and I are okay." Elizabeth fought through the pain of her broken bones, and tried not to let her husband know of her injuries. But she didn't know if she had even reached him or not.

At the name Torres, Sam stood from his chair so fast it fell over. That's impossible, He answered back. We killed him! I slipped him the poison!

Elizabeth "Demon" (Shay) Donnelly

Tears streamed down Elizabeth's face when she heard her husband's voice. She didn't think it would work, but it did, and she was thankful.
"I know, Sam, but he's alive, and he's here. I don't know what went wrong. Just- Just be careful, Sam. I don't think he's very happy about everything that happened at Havana."

Sam's cyclists clenched and a growl rose from his throat. Decoy. I'll kill him myself. Liz, listen to me. I've come up with a plan. The others are helping me with it. We'll get you and Edward out safely, I promise. Just hold on a while longer. "We leave now. Everyone, get to my ship and get ready to depart. Don't take anything that will attract attention."

Elizabeth "Demon" (Shay) Donnelly

"We'll be alright, Sam. Just look after yourself. Please!" Elizabeth brought her knees to her chest, and sobbed quietly. She didn't want her son to suffer like she had; she didn't want her son to watch his parents die. All her nightmares finally seemed like nothing compared to what she felt now. She could feel the blade piercing her chest like it had with her mother, and she shivered. "Maybe it wasn't their deaths I was dreaming and feeling, maybe it Samuel's and mine" Elizabeth whispered to herself.

Sam went to his ship and barked orders to the men. Sails were raised and they were ready to leave. He would get his family back if it was the last thing he ever did. He wanted to see his second child. Just the thought of that child dying with his wife made him cringe.

Bartholomew Roberts

Roberts boarded the Soul Wave, and looked about him nervously.
"Captain Donnelly. I trust this will be suitable attire for me to be able to blend in at the mansion?" Roberts was talking about the set of Templar armour that he was wearing. Kenway, who was wearing civilian clothing, growled slightly as he passed Roberts.

Sam nodded slowly. "It is. The rest of you, don't forget we have to take the place of the Templars at the docks and take their armor. It's something our Ancestors did in their time and it's our turn." Sam nodded to Johnson to prepare to leave.

Tiago Da Silva

"That's all of us. Well, we're just missing Damian and Johnathon. We'll be leaving when they arrive?" Roberts and Kenway were glaring at each other, but at least they were silent. Tiago had threatened to have them cut apart, and used for shark-bait if they didn't stop with their constant arguing.

Elizabeth "Demon" (Shay) Donnelly

Elizabeth was sitting through a lecture at the hands of Torres. He was rambling on at how pathetic she was for thinking she could kill him, and how he couldn't wait to see her hanging at the end of a rope. He had some guards remove Elizabeth from her cell, and chuckled as he watched them take her topside.

Damian ad Jonathon had been making preperations. They had equipped armor they had not worn in a very long time - Templar armor. Despite to possibly not doing much, they decided to wear it anyways. Somebody might not recognise them together, from a distance, at least. Damian equipped his sword, hidden blades, and a few small knifes, for throwing at stabbing. Jonathon equipped his dual daggers, these ones about the length of more than half his forearm. Barely. He also equipped two pistols, each holstered to one side. Damian nodded towards his somewhat taller brother, as they both walked down to the docks, approaching Samuel's ship. "So," Said Damian, "Sorry for being so late, and, if you have any rude comments - 'specially Kenny 'ere - I hope you'd'll be fine without yer most valuable assests."