I woke up after a horrible hallucination. I had to stop alwastong time, I had to stop moping. I had to get my ass in gear. For her. I sailed for the areas in which Roberts would most likely be. I got him. One name left on the list. Revenge was great. When I had a reason, even better. Guard by guard, island by island, ship by ship, the Templars and guards were losing to one team of vicious pirates. We went back to Inagua. We had to plan. I couldn't just kill Torres, well, I could, but, he wouldn't let the child of one of the most feared pirates in all of the West Indies, or the world for that matter, be somewhere he didn't know. But he was stupid if he thought her family wasn't going to avenge her. Her crew, my crew, Thatch's crew, all pirates, all free men and women wanting this life, those who knew her, the Assassins. We were all coming for him. He knew it. Just not when and how.

I reached Inagua after a week or so. I walked into the manor and checked in on Anne, and her son, Shay. He was healthy, and strong he would make for a perfect assassin one day. He and Mary's daughter might one day work side by side.

After checking in with them, I walked into the study. I sat and wrote mass amounts of letters, and asked some of the messenger assassins to send them as far as they could. After months of gathering a sufficient amount of information, I knew where Torres' next moves would be for the next year. I had him. He just didn't know it. Once we pinpointed that location, we sent more letters, asking to have it guarded that night. If none showed up, I would do it myself.