Live Magazine February Issue February 2014 | Page 78

FAN FICTION

ASSASSIN’S CREED 4:PART 2 - PLANTATION MISSION..
BLACK FLAG
My fingers flex around the cheap
metal spyglass currently in my grasp,
as I watch the soldiers assigned to
the plantation below. They tread the
same path over and over, never faltering, never tiring. I keep an eye out
for the holder of the key but after a
few moments with no luck, it appears
I will have to find him on land. It shall
be easy enough to sneak onto the
plantation; my only concern is the
men atop the wooden towers. They
are like jaguars stalking an invisible
prey; their eyes looking over every

from the crow’s nest to the deck.
About half a foot from the deck I release my hold on the rusted metal
ladder and land with a soft thud on
the wood. I move towards the railings
and crouch atop them, the splintered
wood creaking under my weight. My
eyes seek out my quartermaster and
after a silent tilt of the head; I leap
from the railings into the icy depths.
Moving swiftly I make my way towards the shore, diving below the
depths as much as possible to avoid

and the sand clings to my boots like
small Mollusca’s. I take a moment to
assess the position of the guards as
I creep forward; they are still treading their paths and show no signs of
having seen me. I hear the sound
of feet coming my way and like a
flash of lighting striking the sand; I
have leapt into the crops before me,
dodging the fence as I go. Barely a
second later the man has reached
the gate, he stands for a moment.
Looking for movement his eyes
searching where I stood a mere mo-

“AS HE REACHES THE HAY I KEEP QUIET, WAITING FOR HIM TO TURN HIS BACK TO
IT AND HOPING HE DOESN’T SEND HIS SWORD THROUGH ME.”
detail, trained to find an intruder like
me. I place my spyglass back onto
it’s holster and make my way down

detecti on. The small red crabs scurry out of the way as I step onto the
shore. Water drips from my clothes

ment before. I hold my breath even
though I know he could not possibly
have seen me and wait.