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FILL Epilogue (last part of actual ending)
(Anonymous) 2013-02-20 12:38 am (UTC)(link)Everything has gone better than he could have hoped, Haytham muses. Aside from that somewhat disturbing revelation a few years back, that is. He's standing at Connor's side, by the wheel on the Aquila, and two of the boy's ex-recruits are glaring at him from the lower part of the deck.
The ship is sailing back to the United States, after destroying a merchant ship near the Bahamas. It's amazing what a lick of paint and a stormy night can do to disguise a ship as famous as the Aquila.
"I need to stretch my legs," he says, and Connor smiles at him and nods.
He meanders around, pretending to watch the pretty coastline until one of them (the boy he'd clubbed with the pistol, how had Connor introduced him?) steps in front of him, anger and distaste in his eyes.
"Why are you here?" he hisses.
"Why wouldn't I be here?" Haytham replies, a smirk trying to force its way onto his mouth. They can't kill him without losing Connor entirely. He is the ultimate bargaining chip with the Brotherhood, thanks to the reconciliation only a few short months before. With Achilles finally six feet under, there could be no better position for the United Templar Order.
"Connor'd throw you overboard if he knew what you did," Clipper snarls.
"Probably," Haytham agrees. "If he found out."
Clipper is silent a moment.
"What do you mean?" the other one asks. This one is Jacob, if the thick German accent is anything to go by.
"Well… do you really think he'd hear a word against me? Oh, he knows I can be cruel, but to have ordered such atrocities against him? He'd never believe you. At best, your relationship with him will be all but destroyed, and he'd never trust you again."
"He might see the truth," Clipper says, sullenly. Haytham lets out a small snicker at this. God, these men are idiots. Just how stable do they think Connor would be after such a revelation?
"Oh," Jacob murmurs, having worked it out, as Clipper glares at Haytham. "You are an incredibly manipulative bastard."
"I'm glad you understand. How's your family, by the way?" Haytham smiles brightly. Jacob gives him a death glare, his lips pressed together in a furious white line.
"Understand?" Clipper bristles. Haytham gives him a mocking wave goodbye, and trudges toward Connor, at the far end of the ship. As he walks, deliberately slowly, he can hear Jacob's hushed explanation.
"He positioned himself so that Connor would come to trust him the most of all the people in his life. To take that away from him, to reveal his lover was the cause of the horrors he experienced… it would break him. At best, he'd go mad. You remember his state when he first returned..."
Haytham twists his smirk into a pleasant smile as he nears Connor. Knowing the recruits' eyes are on him, he slides an arm around Connor's shoulders and kisses him near the mouth.
"I hope you were not arguing," Connor says, severely. "This ship is neutral ground."
"We were just chatting," Haytham replies, withdrawing his arm so Connor can steer better. "Oh, I have some news for you, by the way. Charles managed to force your application for admiralty through. The ceremony's in a month."
"Really?" Connor looks surprised, his cheeks flushing slightly.
"Yes. Unfortunately, the cretins he's working with can't see past your skin, so he had to talk a lot about making peace offerings to the Natives as opposed to your marvellous sailing skills. You'll be working with Johnson more, possibly even become an official diplomat for the Mohawk."
Connor shrugs. He seems to merely have a mild distaste for Johnson now, thanks to the man's hard work over the past few years. His hatred for Charles is still as strong as expected, but his relations with Hickey and Pitcairn are better than Haytham had ever dared hope- they are, more or less, civil acquaintances, if not actually friends. Haytham continues.
"I'm sure the men will be happy to hear about that. You'll be able to pay them better, get better rations. And, of course, they'll have an excuse to drink the rum in the hold."
Connor grins at that.
"When we dock at New Orleans, I shall tell them."
The news will be far less joyful for the Brotherhood, Haytham is sure.
Everything is perfect.
Re: FILL Epilogue (last part of actual ending)
(Anonymous) 2013-02-20 02:14 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL Epilogue (last part of actual ending)
(Anonymous) 2013-02-20 02:29 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL Epilogue (last part of actual ending)
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