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The crew of the Aquila adored their captain. He was lenient about certain things, far more lenient than any on land or sea. Of those men who preferred to conduct their affairs with other men, he demanded only that they not disrupt the ship: that they either keep to themselves as a married couple, or share freely with any who wished, but discreetly. He had had to dismiss a gunner, two years ago, for causing too much jealousy and disruption.

Right now, there was a pair, inseparable as they were incomprehensible, from somewhere in the Near East, and Connor had given them one of the small cabins to share, instead of the embarrassment of being among the rest of the crew. They were very grateful, and even more so when they thought the captain had assigned his father to help them learn English. Connor, of course, had done no such thing, not realizing that his father had a traveler's knowledge of Turkish and Arabic. ("How much for that falafel?" "Which way to Damascus?" "Where do they make the eunuchs?")

Eventually, of course, they learned that the captain's cousin had beautiful command of a rather archaic dialect from Syria. They had also seen him acting strange and distant and talking to thin air, and had assumed that he had smoked too much hemp at too young an age and gone a little bit mad as a result. Unfortunately, this led to a very tense hour of Desmond trying to convince Connor that he hadn't shown them his blade and they were really just affectionately calling him a pothead. Which led to a long discussion of the etymology of the word Assassin, which Connor found slightly embarrassing, and made Desmond promise never to tell Haytham.

"Connor?" Desmond called. "Can we take the kid to the doctor to see if he got hurt? Then if he has any, um, bruises or anything, the doctor can say so at the trial, and then he," he pointed to the boy, "won't have to talk about what happened to him in front of the whole ship."

Connor nodded. "Good thinking, Desmond. If you and my father could please escort him there?" Grabbing a long rope, Connor dragged the unconscious man to the deck.

The boy, Jimmy, practically clung to Haytham all the way there, and held his hand tightly, eyes wide, while he was examined. It was obvious that he was in a lot of pain, but he made no complaints, simply staring with wide eyes. He yelped when his nose was straightened, but afterwards was silent as his nostrils were packed with gauze. He refused to return to his hammock in the main crew quarters, and upon seeing his silent terror, Desmond went to talk to Connor.

Connor was grimly tying the unconscious man to the mast. "We shall have to take turns guarding him until his fate is decided."

"Yeah, so, Jimmy is terrified. Is there somewhere he can sleep where he'll feel safe?"

Connor considered. "Take him to my quarters so he can rest. We will hold the trial tonight. I believe Jimmy will feel better afterwards."

It was surreal, like no court Desmond had seen. They dropped anchor after dark, and the deck was lit up with blazing torches. Faulkner was in charge, as Connor was a witness. Connor, Haytham, and Desmond sat together on some barrels. The rest of the crew clustered in a loose semicircle, watching and listening carefully.

After the charges were announced, Faulkner asked the man how he pled. His only response was a series of coarse remarks, and Desmond was glad Jimmy wasn't there to hear them. Then came the three witnesses: Connor, practically glowing with fury; Desmond, obviously nauseated; and Haytham, oddly quiet and emotionless. Then the doctor's report.

Then Faulkner asked the defendant what he had to say for himself, and he said nothing. The whole crew were given small pieces of paper and asked to mark an X if they thought he was guilty. (Desmond did a little translating to explain this.)

Every single piece of paper, when collected, bore an X. Faulkner then asked for a vote on punishment, and though many wanted execution, eventually it was agreed that he would be marooned on the nearest uninhabited island, and would be bound and guarded until then.

Later, Connor approached Desmond. "How is your eyesight?"

"Good, I guess?"

"I find that I am now in need of a second lookout. Is your hand healed enough that you can climb the mast?"

Desmond held it out to show that much of the charred and blistered skin had sloughed off to leave behind extremely tender but healthy new skin. Connor nodded his approval. "You have the afternoon and evening. Now, can you please take first watch over our prisoner? I will take second watch, and Father will take third."

Desmond nodded, and spent three clammy hours watching the scumbag's head loll from side to side. He went to wake Connor, and was about to head to his own tiny cabin, when he heard Haytham thrashing around. Hesitantly, he leaned in. "Pops?"

Some mumbling, and then Haytham called, "Yes, lad?"

"I was, erm, wondering if you were all right."

No answer, so Desmond slipped in and sat on the bunk beside his ancestor.

Sometimes the Bleeding Effect really sucked. Sometimes Desmond found that he knew things he had no business knowing, and would have preferred not to.

"Who?" A shrug. "That guy...Birch?" A nod. "Kill him?"

"Jenny did."

"Good on her. She know?"

More shrugging. "Maybe she guessed." A deep, depressed, defeated sigh.

"Not your fault." This would have been impossible with the lights on, but the anonymity of darkness helped.

"Still. Shameful."

"For him?"

"No."

"Shouldn't be like that."

"But it is."

"Tell your son?"

"Never."

Desmond sighed, and put an arm around Haytham's shoulders. "How come you're so nice to me and to Jimmy? But you're always fighting with your own son?"

A weak chuckle. "He doesn't need me to hold his hand. Or protect him. Or keep him safe. He never has. Perhaps if I'd known when he was a small child... " Haytham trailed off, and Desmond gripped his shoulder gingerly with his bandaged hand, awkwardly trying to return some of the comfort his ancestor had given him.

At dawn, Desmond awoke to find he was still sitting on Haytham's bunk, and Haytham was leaning on his shoulder, snoring lightly. Connor peered in quietly. "How is he?"

Desmond frowned thoughtfully. "He was very upset," he began carefully.

Connor nodded. "That is why I did not wake him."

"Who's watching the creep?" Desmond found he didn't care to know or remember the man's name.

Connor smiled faintly. "Cook. He wields a ferocious cleaver."

Desmond chuckled. "Good choice."

Connor sat in the uncomfortable chair, backwards, to face Haytham and Desmond. "I find... " he began hesitantly, "I wish to punch him. Very badly do I wish to punch him. I want to tear him limb from limb, or castrate him, for what he did to young Jimmy. But I find I... also, separately, wish to beat him for upsetting my Rake:ni." He frowned thoughtfully at Haytham, who slept on. "I know that one day I may have to kill my father, though I desperately hope not. But at the same time, I also wish very much to hurt the man who reminded him, last night, of whatever it is he does not wish to be reminded of." He held up his hand to stop Desmond from saying anything. "I am sure you know, but he would not want you to tell me." He sighed. "Why can we not just be father and son?"

Desmond swallowed the lump in his throat as Connor got up and left. Scarcely a minute later, a shout rang out across the ship. "Land ho!"

Oh god... As much as I loved all the bonding going on here, this one hurt so much. *sniffle*

I know. It hurt me to write and I was really worried about posting it.

*applies icepack to bruised and beaten feels*

I promise future chapters won't hurt so much.

Except of course for when people die. But you can blame Ubisoft for killing them.

-writer!anon

You know, I can't help thinking that Connor reminds me a lot of Dean Winchester (only minus most of the humor). He's got a hell of a temper, and he'd sooner punch you than show you any kind of affection. But once he comes to care about you, he'd just about anything to protect you.

Makes me think he'd be an awesome big brother, if only Ziio had kept Haytham around. But, now he's got Desmond! (And thoughts of big brother Connor and lil' brother Desmond is the only thing keeping my heart from completely shattering for Haytham...)

-OP

My heart has shattered for Haytham about a hundred times already. (And for Ziio, and Connor, and Jenny, and even a little for Edward although he could use a few kicks in the face. Because the Kenway family is so perfectly fucked-up tragic.)

(Especially now that I've finally bought ToKW as a Consolation-For-Not-Having-a-Girlfriend-Anymore present. I've just made it through the first sky journey, and I have some really, really strong headcanons for exactly how this world differed from the regular one even before Washington picked up the Apple. Connor still doesn't get to be a big brother though. I has a sad about that.)

I only saw the first 3 seasons or so of Supernatural, but I agree. Except I don't think Connor would have the same tastes in music. And also, I think Connor's half decided he has to protect his father now, although he's not sure what from and he doesn't want to be sure.

Haytham doesn't want your heart to shatter for him! He's a tough sonofabitch and he doesn't have EMOTIONS and that kind of thing. He'd only admit to something horrible from his past to someone who already knew about it. He just freezes up instead when things remind him of it. Even if Ziio had kept him around, they could have been married 20 years and he still wouldn't have told her, because most of the time he's made himself not remember it.

Jenny figured it out, but part of the distance between them is that she wishes she didn't know, because she blames herself for not protecting her little brother better somehow. In her eyes, what happened to her is only half as bad as what happened to him, because he was so young and it's warped him a lot more than her. And she can't ask for his forgiveness because she knows he won't let himself remember. (I didn't say Kenways made sense, even inside their brains. They don't have to make sense to shatter hearts.)

Desmond only knows it because he doesn't have the filters on the memories he gets that his ancestors originally had. So he can't repress or suppress them when they show up in his brain, and he also can't edit them like he can with his own (like everyone always does with their memories). That's part of why the Bleeding Effect is so bad, because memories can't be lessened in strength. It's like having several people's worth of PTSD, because every single time Desmond remembers, say, Ezio's family being killed, it hurts 100% as bad as it did when Ezio was actually seeing it. And every single time he thinks about Ziio, he sees her burning to death as if it were happening all over again.

I think Desmond is really, really tired of people's parents getting killed horribly right in front of them.

-writer!anon

I have to say, I think you handled this sort of touchy subject quite well. I especially loved the mostly monosyllabic conversation between Desmond and Haytham. Because, though I hate to stereotype, that's usually the only way men can talk about something emotional and those two are definitely that sort.

Thank you. It was something I agonized over for some time, and I almost just cut it out. I didn't want it to get maudlin, or soppy, or have them go way OOC.

I have to say that I like how Desmond assumes that the way to deal with the problem is to kill the perpetrator, and Haytham sees that as perfectly normal, and only wishes he'd been able to kill Birch himself. (But he's okay with Jenny killing Birch, because he figures she has more reason for revenge than he does.)

In case you ever wondered if Assassins could raise normal children, the answer is NO.

damn you! you go from making me snort water up my nose with the 'Your mom!' and the Hashshashin/pot-head, to bringing me to tears with Jimmy and Haytham.

I was replaying one of the sequence 10 parts, and Connor is picking on his dad about how Charles Lee is universally hated, and Haytham is going on and on about how much Washington sucks, and Connor says, "It seems your tongue has tasted sour grapes," and I just thought, "that's not all his tongue has tasted, Connor".

Haytham has a protective and caring side. And if, when he was moping around on his stupid farm in Virginia, someone had dumped his distraught and grieving son on his doorstep, they would have gotten along just fine and been very close. And Haytham's always been a sucker for helping people who can't help themselves (how did he meet Ziio again? And did he hesitate one second about rescuing his sister who used to pick on him? Come to think of it, when he was 10 years old, did he even stop to think, "gee, I've never killed a man before?" or did he just rush in and save his mom?)

-writer!anon

All of the feels. Dear lord, all of them, from the funny to the sad - you've gone and trampled all over them!

I'm just gonna go quietly nurse myself back to health in the corner, while I wait for the next update.

Feels are slippery, like black ice.

-writer!anon

Oh, you gorgeous, terrible person you. I loved every bit of this, even though it made me teary-eyed.

*blushes girlishly* Thank you!

Very good. Can't wait for more!

Thank you!

I've been having trouble with the plot and pacing of the next small arc (STOP YAMMERING ALREADY HAYTHAM) plus I seem to have acquired another semi-OC...someone whose parents are historical people that had a passel o' kids whose names seem to have been forgotten. And the first draft really sucked and was unfunny, (BE A LITTLE CRAZIER DESMOND) so I've had to completely redo it. But I'm happier with the second draft, so it should be finished soon. Hey, it's a good thing I don't have some kind of significant other to take up my time or anything. Ha.

Also I've been playing ToKW which is distracting. Also, Jefferson totally has the biggest man-crush on Surly Ratonhnhake:ton. Seriously, Mister Future President, if you're turned on by "bears" I'm sure you can go to a certain tavern and find one that's a little less...ah...crazy? (And does anyone else have a harder time killing dudes in ToKW without using animal powers, than in the main AC3 game? It's like he's weaker or something. Not having the Shard to deflect bullets is also a huge drag.)

Plus I have yet to get AC4 (although I did beg shamelessly for it) and certain parts of it are Relevant To This Chapter so that's kind of tough and requires lots of combing through youtube.

tl;dr am working on next chapter and it should be up by wednesday.

-writer!anon

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