Chapter I


16th April 1775

I let out a big sight as my foot touched the wooden harbour. The place was green and the air was clean, but unfortunately I did not feel quite at ease.

"Well this is it." Will said behind me.

He hopped to the harbour with me, holding my hand as I left the ship. Not something I needed or wanted, for that matter, but he was taking clear advantage of the fact I «needed to look like a lady». I was wearing a beautiful beige dress, with a corset and everything – which is the rarest of situations – and my hair was tied in a bun. Did I feel beautiful? Yes. Did I feel uncomfortable? Yes. Yes I did.

"Should I take ye' to wherever the heck ye' wish to go?" He asked, looking to the hill that stood in front of us.

"No need." I answered.

"Not noble enough for ye'?" He said with that lovely Irish accent.

I let out a laugh.

"No, Captain. Your services are no longer required."

He looked at me with a sad but mocking look.

"For a small amount of time, of course." I added.

He let out a small smirk then only the sad look remained. He gave me a kiss on the forehead and I waved the crew goodbye.

"Shall you miss me?" I teased Will.

"I simply don't see why we be' not enough." He said and turned around with that same sad look.

"William…"

He waved and kept walking back to his ship. I had no time for that, no time to fight back against those comments. I closed my eyes for a bit and then looked around. There were few people walking around there. Nothing but few men, three or four in land playing board games; one standing on the harbour and another sitting and yelling about some pirate who left a treasure behind. I headed for the older man standing in the harbour. He was already of a certain age, with grey hair and beard, and a bottle of rum on his hands.

"Good morning, sir." I said. "Is this the Davenport Homestead?"

"Well hello there, lass. Aye, the Davenport manor is all the way over there." He indicated, pointing to the top of the hill.

"I appreciate it."

"Of course. Are ye looking for someone or merely a place to live?"

"For now I am visiting. I am not certain yet." I smiled.

"Well fell free to look around. Name's Robert Faulkner."

"Evelyn Carter."

He seemed quite nice. At least to me, since I was definitely not used to talking to men with manners and kindness. At least in a close past. I began walking up the hill. Life there seemed to be nice. The people seemed to be happy and kind. Of course my mission was not talking to them, but someone specific. However, they could be important sources of information. I barely even knew where to start looking. As I laid eyes on an inn, close to the harbour, I entered it since I would probably need a place to stay. It was run by what seemed as a very happy couple: a woman named Corrine and her husband, Oliver. They were quite kind as well.

I sat by the counter and asked for a tea. After a few respectful jokes of the correlation between my request and British accent, I finally got it.

"Good day, miss." A sudden sweet voice sneaked up behind me.

I turned around to find a young girl, likely not much younger than me, watching me with a huge smile on her face. I smiled as well. She wore a beautiful blue dress with a brown shawl on her shoulders and a white cap on her head. However, what particularly caught my attention were the two big blue eyes filled with happiness.

"Good day." I replied.

"Forgive me, but when I heard there was a girl around my age in the village, I had to see for myself. It is rare to make friends here, there aren't many young ladies."

"News travel fast… I just arrived." I said, turning around to the wooden counter again and taking another sip of my tea.

It couldn't have been more than half an hour I had arrived.

"Yes, it is a small community." She laughed. "I heard Mr. Faulkner tell Master Connor." She said, taking the seat next to me. "Mr. Faulkner was saying you asked him about the name of the place."

"Oh, yes I remember him… And who is the other man?"

"Master Connor is the Lord of the Davenport Manor. I heard the old man who lived there, Achilles, took him in when he was young."

"He sounds important." I sort of murmured, honestly not that interested. I did not have that much time to waste and I wasn't very fond of important people.

"Yes, I suppose. Look, there he comes now."

I turned around and looked to the door, where the girl was pointing at. My jaw almost fell. This «Master Connor» she was speaking of was exactly the man I sought. I recognized him by his Assassin clothes, although the hood was down. I had seen him on the «Wanted» posters and once or twice in Boston from a distance, teaching a lesson to some redcoats. Yet I had never stood so close to him and never saw him with his hood down.

"Good day, Master Connor." The girl immediately said and the man approached us.

"To you as well, Maria. Please, I have asked you to refer to me as Connor." He said, with a much sweeter voice than I expected, although still a quite manly one.

I took a look at his face: it was clear he was a Native, however, it was also obvious he had European features; in fact, his face reminded me so much of Haytham, I had to blink several times. It was probably the eyes and the chin… He had dark hair and eyes and a usual Indian toned skin. He was quite attractive, actually.

"This is the girl you and Mr. Faulkner were talking of." The girl said and looked at me.

"It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Connor." He introduced himself with a slight bowing.

"I am Evelyn, but call me Eve." I said with a smile as my head slightly bowed as well.

"Are you staying here, in the village?"

"I do not have a place to stay yet. I am not sure I will stay." I said, not sure of my fate yet.

"Perhaps you could take place here, in the inn." Maria suggested.

"Yes, I was considering doing such." I said.

"I must go meet Achilles. It was nice to meet you Evelyn. If you need anything, please ask. We live on the top of the hill." Connor said.

"Thank you kindly. I appreciate it."

And so Connor left the place, leaving me to my thoughts. I did not expect to meet him right on the first day, especially since I had heard he spent most of the time outside the village. I also did not expect all that kindness… After all, little times I'd seen him, he certainly wasn't showing it to all the British officers. I was looking forward to send a letter to Haytham. On that moment, however, I had to find a place to sleep. When I spoke to Corrine, she kindly said she had a very nice room just waiting for «someone like me».

I took my things upstairs and allowed the girl, Maria, to follow me. She was extremely cheery and way too happy for having someone her age around. She seemed to be a truly nice girl, the kind that is a good friend and trustable. This I could not deny. However, in my seventeen years of life, I had made few friends and was never able to keep the connections too long. At least not recently. This was a good chance for me. I could not get too attached to those people, but perhaps Maria was a chance of getting to know Connor and improve my staying in that village.

To get to know each other a little better, she invited me to have supper in her house. Of course I declined but she was determined not to take «no» for an answer. After many minutes of gentle arguing, I finally accepted. So much kindness and trust in one meeting… But hey, it was better than having a bunch of bad tempered people around, right?

And so Maria took me to her house by evening, after a day of showing me around. In the village, everybody's houses were close to each other and everybody knew everyone. It did not take us long to get to her place and meet her mother, Ellen. As I arrived, I noticed she made all sorts of beautiful outfits. Maria looked like her a bit, except for the hair, which was lighter, and the eyes. She introduced us and Ellen was as nice and generous as her daughter.

"How are you liking it here so far, Eve?" Ellen asked as we ate.

"It is beautiful and the people seem to be quite friendly." I answered politely.

"Indeed. So are you planning to stay?"

"For a while, at least."

"Why here?"

"Family is always traveling and I needed a quiet place for a little time…" I invented quickly. "A friend suggested this place."

"Well your friend was wise. It is a lovely place. Everyone is kind and searching for new beginnings."

"Perhaps one day you could sleep here with me." Maria laughed.

"Maria, trust me. You do not want me sleeping in the same room as you. I have this… condition when I sleep. I… I talk during my sleep." I admitted.

It had accompanied me ever since I could remember. I did not control it; I have been told by different people that I do this.

"Oh please, my mother sleeps downstairs and I can hear her snore." Maria happily said.

"Maria!" Ellen shouted, making me release a giggle.

"My point is… If I sleep through that, I sleep through anything."

I had to admit, I was quite enjoying Maria's company. I thanked her for the meal and we agreed to meet the next day, after supper. The evening and first night I spent them in the inn, organizing my things and getting to know Corrine and her husband a bit. After all, everyone seemed to past through there, their acquaintances should prove some worth. The next morning I used what Maria had shown me of the Homestead to find a place to buy some paper and ink, since letters would become a habitual thing. Then, after supper, I went to her place and we sat by a fence, outside. She seemed just as happy as the day before and I could barely keep up with all the energy. She began asking me to tell me more about myself, but that was one hard story to tell.

"I do not wish to bore you with my story, Maria." I said as we sat with the wind.

"I could listen to you speak with that lovely accent of yours for hours without getting minimally bored, Eve. Please tell me." She laughed.

"Alright, but do not say I did not warn you." I sighted deeply. "I am from London, actually. I lived there for a long time. When I was twelve, my mother got sick and it did not take her longer than one year to die. When I was fourteen, I moved to the New World on my own, because my father became a pirate and… left me." I lied.

Well, I suppose part of it was true, but the real story is much different:

I was a girl of the highest respect in the city, with an arranged marriage and a good home, until my father became a pirate. At the time, I did not understand what could possibly be wrong with such, but the people around us seemed to act differently towards me when it became a known fact. After my mother died, I lived with my father, without a true home. I disguised myself as a boy and travelled with him on his ship. Those were the happiest days of my life, I must admit. Oh, my father... He could be in the biggest, most painful trouble he could possibly get himself into, but in front of me he'd always smile and tell me how much he loved me. It's those things you do not appreciate at the time. Most of them, we don't even notice.

Where was my father? I did not know. One day the crew found out I was a girl and without telling him, since they did not know he was my father the whole time, they forced me to enter a ship I did not know. It took me a big while until I understood I was unwittingly sailing for the new world.

"Oh my! That is terrible! You are separated from your own father by an ocean?" Maria almost yelled.

"It is alright, I am happy here." I lied once more.

"So who do you live with now?"

"Some friends in the city. I am away from all my family."

I sighted and hopped from the fence.

"I should go, I have something I need to do." I said.

"May I ask?" She said, curious.

"I need to write a letter to someone who is far away."

"Is it the people in the city? There is a ship leaving tomorrow and you could deliver them the letter."

"Thank you. And by the way, I am writing to the one person who helped me when I got to the Americas."


Davenport Homestead, 17th April 1775

Dear Master Kenway,

I have settled in the place you asked me to. I am happy to say I had no difficulty in finding the place and somewhere to sleep. The place is quite friendly and the people seem to have no trouble accepting me, despite my so abhorred British Accent. I hope you are well and your missions have been successful.

Regarding the main matter which brought me here, I am certain I have found the man you sent me for. He wears white Assassin robes and goes by the name Connor. He seems to be rather popular in this place; in fact, I have met some people who refer to him as "Master Connor". I hope I do not stir your nerves when I say, with all honesty, I find his looks quite close to yours and he does in fact look like he might be your son. I plan to stay here for some time while I, following your requests, get to know him and inform you about him.

I am aware this letter or any other form of communication regarding this matter is not to be shared with anyone but you, sir. I hope this mission you have attributed me provides me more chances to be a part of your order, the Templars. I look forward for an answer of yours. I do believe it is safe to send an answer to this address, yet perhaps a fake name on the envelope would be advised. But of course, you already know that.

My sincere regards,

Evelyn Carter