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"Well, that's rather obvious..." She said, looking around the ship to size it up. It CERTAINLY wasn't her ship.

"Forgive me for wandering aboard, I was rather drunk at the time and...

Wait, who might your enemies be? You do have a massive armament, it's certainly too many cannons for just trading."

  Eleanor staggered to her feet and leaned up against a crate.

"If this is not my ship, and this certainly is not New York, then where the hell do YOU propose I am?" She said, giving the strange man a sort of death glare.

[redcoat-of-britain]

Eleanor stayed quiet for a moment, taking in everything around her. She noticed the extensive armament on the strange man, and the sheer number of weapons on the ship.

"Quite a lot of weapons you have there. What's their purpose?" She asked.

  Eleanor staggered to her feet and leaned up against a crate.

"If this is not my ship, and this certainly is not New York, then where the hell do YOU propose I am?" She said, giving the strange man a sort of death glare.

[redcoat-of-britain]

Eleanor staggered to her feet and leaned up against a crate.

"If this is not my ship, and this certainly is not New York, then where the hell do YOU propose I am?" She said, giving the strange man a sort of death glare.

[redcoat-of-britain]

Eleanor made a soft groaning noise and looked up at the tall, blonde man standing over her. "This... This IS the HMS Johnson, is it not? And I do not remember you as a member of my crew! Kidnapping a British officer is punishable by death!" She ranted, in a sort of hungover slur.

Eleanor woke up from the buzz she received in the brewery in New York. Everything was a bit fuzzy, and it took a little time to see everything straight. This definitely wasn’t the brewery in New York. It was dirty, and smelled with the pungent smell of brine and fish.

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Eleanor woke up from the buzz she received in the brewery in New York. Everything was a bit fuzzy, and it took a little time to see everything straight. This definitely wasn’t the brewery in New York. It was dirty, and smelled with the pungent smell of brine and fish.

“What..?” She said, realizing that she was horribly misplaced.

She stumbled outside into the rain. Not even the street was the same. What was once gravel was now replaced with crude dirt.

I have to get to my ship… She thought, on the verge of crashing into a few citizens. They certainly didn’t look as high class and proper as the ones surrounding her in New York.

She stumbled her way to the docks, when she was struck with a horrible realization. Her ship was nowhere to be found.

She finally had enough stamina to climb aboard one of the ships, labeled “Jackdaw”. It seemed to be a close enough name to her HMS Johnson, hopefully it truly was her ship.

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((I have Spanish Summer school at 6 tomorrow so I'm gonna go to sleep now!))

[redcoat-of-britain]

The familiar clicking of feet on rooftops snapped Eleanor out of her trance. Perhaps she wasn't the only one up here?

She turned her head to see a large man dressed in the familiar gear of the Assassins, strolling along the rooftops like it wasn't even a challenge. He carried some supplies in a sack, presumably for a family or household.

"So I see I'm not the only Assassin in Boston." She said as she turned her head back to the bay.

Eleanor let out a sigh of relief. She sat down on the shingled rooftops, looking out into the bay. Boston sure was beautiful at night.

This war was getting much harder, her battalion barely survived the last skirmish. And abandoning her fellow troops to follow a lead on...

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((JfC I did the same damn thing on my main))

((Shit that was supposed to be private))

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Eleanor let out a sigh of relief. She sat down on the shingled rooftops, looking out into the bay. Boston sure was beautiful at night.

This war was getting much harder, her battalion barely survived the last skirmish.  And abandoning her fellow troops to follow a lead on her Templar father like this? It certainly would not blow over well with them.