ACR/Chapter I

"Richard Burke. You stand accused of betraying the Templar Order and abandoning our principles in search of personal gain. In consideration of your crime I hereby sentence you to death."

Assassin's Creed: Silent Night
-- 16 April 2001 --

-- 7 December 1720 --

Sitting mirthfully at the bar in a bar on edge of Havana, Cuba, Joseph Church smiled at the beautiful woman who danced on the small wooden stage to the left of him. Her green eyes made contact with his and a sultry smile etched across her face. When she started singing, it seemed she was singing just for him and the other denizens in the tavern seemed to fade from sight except for her.

"Uh, oh. My first kiss, you remember your first kiss? Met some years ago, I loved him and thought he loved me, but it turned out he was just another bastardo. (bastard.)" Her Spanish accented voice was pure and brilliant, the melodious acapella stirred not only the young man but many others. She continued on singing for several minutes and when she finally finished her audience stood respectfully and applauded, Joseph was among them. He waited until the young woman had got off the stage and headed to the bar to approach her.

"Wonderful performance, miss."

She turned to look at him, his typical elegant military uniform had been replaced by a simple commoner's long-sleeve tunic, pants and boots. She eyed him for a full minute, then finally said in her natuve language, "Lo siento no hablo su idioma. (I'm sorry, I do not speak your language.)" She lied, and Joseph knew, but decided not to call her on it.

"That's quite all right," he smiled, "sé el tuyo. (I know yours.)"

"Oh? ¿Se puede beber y hablar? (Can you drink and talk?)" her lopsided smile made Joseph feel a small hint of accomplishment.

"Aye." He answered. The young man gestured to the bartender for two more drinks; Joseph and the Cuban woman looked at each other before each of them grabbed a cup, taking a swig of the honeyed mead.

Joseph noticed she was eyeing him intently.

Chapter I - ?
--19 April 1722 --

Chapter ? - ?
Daniella sat at the base of the aft of the ship by the helmsman's post, she hummed low while strumming her lute. "... oh love, you've made me strong when I was weak... picked me up like a 'lock in the mid of a dispute, wish ye would make sweet sweet love to me... oh you gave me a purpose when I had none&mdash;" she stopped when she noticed Joseph hovering above her head.