The Bloodstained Wolf

I can help with both." She said as she walked to the door and out of it with the others. "Plenty o' books and a bit o' a selection in fabric." She said to drink some coffee once they were outside.


Marisol looked up as Eberhard returned. "Oh thank you so much." She said as she stood up. She wore the clothes that he had given her but seemed to be having trouble pulling her hair back because of her bandaged arm. "Do you think you might be able to help with getting my hair out of my face... It turns out having a broken arm makes it much more difficult than it should be..."

"Ah, wunderbar! I know he is looking for books for Marisol. As for the fabric... who knows." Once they were outside, Günther made his way towards the helm, and called on his men to raise the sails. "I really do think he likes her" Günther said with a small smile as he carefully steered his ship towards Fiadh's ship.

Eberhard couldn't help but chuckle at Marisol struggling with her hair. He set her plate on a table, and grabbed a brush and some ribbon before he carefully started to brush and tie back her hair.
"Did you manage everything alright" he asked as he tied her hair into a loose bun.

I believe he does as well and I believe she shares his feelings." She said smiling as she watched her ship getting closer and closer. "Oh, I heard ye have Templar Documents an Maps. I was hopin' ye might be interested in sharing some o' those. I also have some ye might be interested in seein' aswell." She said as they approached her ship.


Smiling she allowed him to brush her hair before he used a ribbon to tie it back into a bun. "Thank you and I did. That bath was wonderful." She said smiling before picking up the plate he had brought her. "I did my best not to get my bandages wet but I don't think I did a very good job... I'm sorry." She said smiling at him.

"I would gladly share them with you, and I would be grateful to see what dirt you have on those schweine" Günther said with a smile. He focused on getting his ship as close to Fiadh's as possible, constantly calling out orders in German to his men. A few of his men stood against the railing, shouting out how much space they had to work with. With a lot of effort and concentration, they managed to get the Nachtjäger right up against the Raven, leaving just an inch between the two ships.

"Oh it's quite alright, Marisol. It was almost time to replace your bandages anyway" Eberhard chuckled. He stood up and made his way over to the supply room to get some fresh bandages to tend to Marisol's various injuries.
Whilst digging for supplies in the supply room, he took a moment to calm himself with a few shaky breaths. It was taking everything he had to not break down after that meeting, after realising that HE was to be the one to take her newfound freedom from her. "Oh, and Herr Steinhauer will see about getting some fabric and new books for you" Eberhard said with a smile as he made his way over to Marisol, and sat on the bed opposite to her before he began preparing his supplies. "I believe Fräulein Brady has some clothes for you too."

Fiadh smiled as he agreed to share what he had with her as well. Once they were up against her ship she made her way over and opened the closest hatch that lead below deck. "I'll have some o' me men help ye once ye've found what ya want or need." She said with a smile as she waited for them. Eden had climbed into her ship as well, before climbing down into the ship.

Smiling she nodded as she watched him go to the supply room. She was so happy that she had found people who cared about her and wanted to help her. Looking up when she heard that they were going to try to get her fabric and books brought a smile to her face. "Thank you! That would be wonderful." She said happily. "More clothing would be wonderful as well." She told him clearly happy to have these things.

Günther's men tied the Nachtjäger to the Raven, and laid out some planks to make it easier to carry the beds across. Günther grabbed some rope, scaled the mast, ran along the yardarm, and leapt onto the deck of Fiadh's ship with all the speed and precision of a trained Assassin.
"No need, we can manage" Günther chuckled as he rose to his feet and dusted himself off.


Eberhard watched her with a small smile before looking back to his supplies, and trying not to lose himself.
"Then we'll get you all the clothing you want, and enough fabric to make more too" Eberhard said with a smile. He looked to Marisol's arm, then to his supplies. "May I tend to your arm?"

Ye have Assassin trainin'" Fia said smiling as she climbed down below deck before leading them to the hold of her ship. Four beds sat in the back of the room. "Tha beds are back there... Now books an fabric." She said as she began to search for where she had left them. "Ah here are tha books and the fabric. Help herself an if ye find anything else ye might wan' let me know." She said as Eden began looking around as well.

Thank you!" She said excitedly before nodding. "Of course you can, thank you. How long will it take for my arm to heal fully?" She asked curiously as she looked down at it.

"Unfortunately no, although Eberhard and I did visit some of his family when we went on a pilgrimage to Jerusalem when we were boys" Günther explained as he followed Fiadh down into the hold. Some of his men had followed them and, after a discussion in German, started carrying some of the beds back up to the Nachtjäger. Günther made his way over to the books and fabric Fiadh had pointed out, and inspected them before choosing a few to take back for Eberhard.


Eberhard carefully began tending to Marisol's arm, and sat in thought for a moment.
"I reckon about six weeks. Maybe less if we manage to get, and keep, you well nourished and in good health" Eberhard explained as he carefully removed Marisol's old bandages. He inspected her arm for a moment, carefully feeling where he knew the break was. "Unfortunately your ribs might take a bit longer. However, you'll still be able to do a lot, just no heavy lifting."

Ye must've had some kind o trainin." She said as she stepped out of the way so Gunthers men could take the beds. "Yer free t' look around. I have blankets an extra pillows as well." She said going through some of the crates. "Most o' this is fer tha assassins but I'm always willin' t' help friends ou'." She said smiling. Eden was halfway inside a crate, looking through some of the books she had.

Six weeks... well at least that isn't that long if you think about it." She said smiling trying to keep herself positive. "It's my ribs that seem to be the worst of it... It hurts to get up and down..." She said frowning a little.

"If I was, I probably thought it was a game." Günther looked around at some of the stuff that Fiadh had collected, and found himself looking at some old Spanish coats. He looked to Fiadh with a small smile, and thought about how she had become a close friend to him. "You truly are a kind and charitable person, and I am lucky to call you a friend." Günther made his way over to Fiadh, holding a Spanish coat he had found. "I trust you and Ferdiad experimented with those supplies? Were they acceptable" Günther asked quietly before asking "May I take this for Eberhard? His mother was Spanish and... well I think he'd like it."

"As much as I wish there was a way to fix your ribs, unfortunately they have to come right on their own" Eberhard said with a sigh. He had poured over his various books in an attempt to find a way to fix Marisol's ribs, but there was nothing. "Thankfully, you only need one hand for a gun."

Aye, tha's how we begin trainin' young children." She said with a smile. "I help those who need it. I'm happy t' call ye me friend as well Gunther." Turning to face him she grinned as he mentioned the supplies he had given her and Ferdiad. "Aye, why d' ye think we were so tired when we arrived on yer ship." She said smiling before looking down at the coat. "Aye, take it. I have plenty more in tha crate ye found it in." She said smiling.

Marisol nodded with a smile. "I'll be alright. I'm sure they'll be healed before I even know it." She smiled at him as she continued to eat. "When are we going for my shooting lesson?"

Günther stood there for a moment, processing the revelation that he had in fact been trained as an Assassin, he just didn't know it. He only snapped out of it when she explained why she and Ferdiad had been so tired.
"Ah, that explains it. I'm glad you two found it useful and are enjoying it" Günther chuckled as he rolled up the coat. He turned his attention to the blankets and pillows, and inspected them for a moment before deciding against it. "If I may... please be careful when taking blankets and other bedding. The Spanish have been known to infect them with smallpox" Günther explained sadly.


"We can start with your first lesson as soon as you're finished with breakfast. Perhaps we can even get you some guns of your own" Eberhard said with a small smile as he finished bandaging Marisol's arm. He sat in thought for a moment before looking to her with a smile. "Actually... may I have those guns I lent you?"

Fia smiled before looking at the blankets. "Aye... Should I get rid of them then?" She asked looking a little concerned. She didn't want to bring sickness to Tulum by mistake. "We're having enough troubles... I don' wan' t' bring sickness back... Tha' would be tha' last thing we need..." She said frowning.

Setting her plate aside she picked up the guns which she had set on the table by her bed before handing them to him. "Here you go." She said smiling. "I think we should wait until I gain some skill with a gun before I get some of my own."

"Possibly. I'll have my men deal with it, we've done it a few times" Günther said with a sad sigh before standing in thought for a moment. "Were the blankets found in the hold or on their beds?"

"Possibly, but given the state of things... I'd feel more comfortable if you had some guns of your own. It'll also make learning how to use them easier for you" Eberhard said with a small smiled before turning his attention to the guns. He explained the various parts of the gun to her, as well as how they worked.

From tha' hold." She said still looking a little concerned. "Yer men are free t' deal with them if ye think they're a risk..." Eden Walked back over with a few books for herself. "Is something wrong?" She asked seeing Fia's concerned face before looking up at Gunther.

She nodded with a smile. "Alright then, if you think it best." She said giving him a trusting smile before she paid attention to what he was saying about guns.

Günther looked somewhat concerned by this news, although internally he was panicking. He called one of his men over, and said something to him in German before the man ran off.
"Did you get them off a Spanish ship" Günther asked, concern thick in his voice "If so, how long ago?"

"The gun is an extension of yourself, and while it may not be as graceful as a sword, it is just as deadly." Eberhard dismantled the gun, and taught Marisol how to clean it, smiling as he did so. "Father explained that a gun is like a woman, look after it, and it will treat you well. Don't, and... well it will kick you like a mule."

Aye, some o' them. Some are from french and British ships aswell." She said as she thought about the last time she had taken down a Spanish ship. "I believe tha last time I took down a Spanish ship was tha last time I visited tha' assassin village."


She nodded as she listened and watched before smiling up at him. "Your future wife will be a lucky woman." She said smiling. "Can you show me how to put it back together?"

"Nonono. Like... Days? Weeks? When last did you get blankets" Günther asked curiously as he tried to figure out if he needed to quarantine the ship. Although he was no longer a man of faith, he found himself praying that Fiadh and her crew hadn't been exposed.

"I hope she thinks so" Eberhard said with a small sad smile. He took a deep shaky breath before looking back to the guns he had taken apart. He started putting the guns back together, explaining everything to Marisol as he went along.

I would say four or five weeks ago." She said answering his questions truthfully. "Ye don' think I've brought sickness onto me ship do ye?" She asked worriedly.

I'm sure she will." Marisol said smiling before watching him put the gun back together. "Are you alright? Is something bothering you?"

"Oh thank God" Günther said with a massive sigh of relief as he made his way over to Fiadh and pulled her into a hug. "No... you're fine.... you're... fine" Günther said with a small smile as he released Fiadh from the hug. He looked to the crate of blankets and pillows, and studied it for a moment as he tried to come up with an idea. "All of your men are currently in good health? No headaches, vomiting, diarrhoea?"

Eberhard looked up at Marisol at her question.
"Hmm? Oh no I'm fine. Just thinking about the meeting this morning" Eberhard chuckled. Of course he wasn't lying, he just didn't mention the whole marriage idea. "We managed to come up with something of a plan. Now to just pray that it works."

Fia visibly relaxed as Gunther hugged her and told her that she was alright. "Well... that's a relief... Uh no, no' t' me knowledge." She said as he let her go. "If any start actin sick I will let ye know but as o' right now everyone seems t' be in good health."

You did? Isn't that a good thing? What kind of plan did you come up with?" She asked curiously as she looked up at him.

"If they haven't had any symptoms by now, they're likely all fine. Same goes for those blankets. Still, we'll deal with them just in case." Günther looked around for a moment, trying to see where Eden was. He figured she was halfway buried in a crate looking for something.

"Well, first off, we're going to make it almost impossible for your grandfather to marry you off to that Arschlöcher. Then... we're going to offer him something he'll think is far more valuable than anything he would've gotten out of that marriage" Eberhard explained with a sly smile.

Aye... good.." She said with a sigh. "I think i'll purchase blankets an pillows from now on." She said with a smile. "Now how about I let ye see wha' I have on tha Templars." She offered smiling. Eden smiled and looked up at Gunther. "Your going to love how she locks her cabin."

How would you make it impossible... for that to happen I would have to marry someone else and I doubt anyone would want someone like me. especially if it's just for me..." She said looking down slightly. She was so use to men wanting her because of what her grandfather had and truly believed no one would want her for her.

"Now that seems like a good idea. Also, I am truly about all of the stress and the loss of the blankets." Günther looked to Eden with a smile before making his way over to her side. He thought for a moment, trying to imagine what was so fancy about a lock.

"Oh you'd be surprised, Marisol. No matter what your grandfather has told you, you are a wonderful and remarkable young woman" Eberhard said as he looked to her with a small warm smile. He looked to the guns he had put back together, and thought about her training. He pulled some rounds, and a bag of powder from a pouch on his hip, and began loading ALL of his pistols. He had 12 of them.

It's alright, as long as me crew and meself are alright..." She said smiling before she began to lead Gunther and Eden back up on deck before walking to her cabin. Extending one of her serrated wrist blades she slid it into a hidden lock before turning her wrist and opening the door. "Come in." She said smiling as she retracted the blade and walked in.

Blushing a little she looked down. "It wasn't just my grandfather who's told me that..." She said feeling a little embarrassed. "Maybe someday, someone will want me for me."