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Havana, Cuba, June 1715
Apr. 29th, 2018 06:46 pmThey stood around a large table in a private room inside the main building: Edward, Torres, El Tiburón, DuCasse and Rogers.
El Tiburón held a small box, and Edward could swear the man was glancing his way. Had the bastard noticed Ed while he was clambering around trying to get the maps back? God, he hoped not.
All the secrecy was giving Edward a load of hives, and the whispered phrases and names he didn't know doubly so. What had Duncan's letter said? A 'secret and noble cause'? Right. That'd be a lesson for next time he decided to pretend to be someone else: no noble causes.
But they all had their drinks so a toast was raised, Torres saying, “Convened at last and in such Continental company... England, France, Spain... Citizens of sad and corrupted empires.”
At a wave from Torres, El Tiburón moved across, opened the box he held and placed it to the table. Red-velvet lining and the gleam of metal from inside. Whatever it was, it looked significant and indeed proved to be, as Torres, his smile fading, the natural gleam of his eyes replaced by something altogether more serious, began what was obviously a ceremony of some importance.
“But you are Templars now,” he was saying. “The secret and true legislators of the world. Please hold out your hands.”
( Suddenly, everything went solemn. )
[[ based on and adapted from Assassin's Creed: Black Flag and its novelization. ]]
El Tiburón held a small box, and Edward could swear the man was glancing his way. Had the bastard noticed Ed while he was clambering around trying to get the maps back? God, he hoped not.
All the secrecy was giving Edward a load of hives, and the whispered phrases and names he didn't know doubly so. What had Duncan's letter said? A 'secret and noble cause'? Right. That'd be a lesson for next time he decided to pretend to be someone else: no noble causes.
But they all had their drinks so a toast was raised, Torres saying, “Convened at last and in such Continental company... England, France, Spain... Citizens of sad and corrupted empires.”
At a wave from Torres, El Tiburón moved across, opened the box he held and placed it to the table. Red-velvet lining and the gleam of metal from inside. Whatever it was, it looked significant and indeed proved to be, as Torres, his smile fading, the natural gleam of his eyes replaced by something altogether more serious, began what was obviously a ceremony of some importance.
“But you are Templars now,” he was saying. “The secret and true legislators of the world. Please hold out your hands.”
( Suddenly, everything went solemn. )
[[ based on and adapted from Assassin's Creed: Black Flag and its novelization. ]]
