Hello everyone!

Well, I know I still haven't finished my other fanfic, but this idea came to me a few weeks ago and I've already written two chapters with it XD soo, yeah, I decided to publish this story here! I don't have an exact path that this story will follow, so any other ideas and suggestions would be appreciated.

I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Assassin's Creed franchise characters nor its plot. The Cover image belongs to the Assassin's Creed Wiki. I own only my OC's and the plot of this story itself.

"Oh! These vegetables are so beautiful today, Mister Harris!"

Brown orbs scanned the stall with delightfulness as the young woman decided what she would buy. The basket on her hands shifted from time to time as her hands moved.

The Chubby salesman laughed heartily at his old friend's reaction "Always cheerful, aren't you, miss Giselle?"

She laughed and grinned "Aye, aye, Mister Harris!" She proceeded to put some carrots and lettuces on her basket "We've too much sadness in this world already; I want to contribute with happiness instead!"

He smiled kindly "You're right, my friend. I just wished more had the same thought as you"

"Yes, it would be nice indeed" She tilted her head, analyzing an apple carefully before smiling and putting it on her basket too "But we do what we can, eh?"

"Indeed" Mister Harris sighed and pulled a chair to sit on "How is your father?"

"He's fine" Her eyes turned at him for a moment before turn back to look to the bright purple radishes "Working a lot, as always, but fine"

"I'm glad to hear so. He's a good man"

Her smile grew wider and she looked at the man again "He is indeed" Finally, she took a cabbage and handed the basket to the salesman "This is what I'll take, Mister Harris"

He took a look on everything she had got and written it down in a little notepad "It would be 30$, Miss Giselle"

She handed him the money "Thank you, Mister Harris!"

The man handed her the basket, his happy smile almost hid beneath his black mustache "You're welcome, my friend. Say hello to good ol'John for me"

Giselle nodded "I will. Bye, Mister Harris, see you!" She walked away waving to the chubby man, who answered the gesture.

The young woman made her way through the crowds of the market near Boston's harbor. Her bulky brown hair waving as she walked peacefully and the soft breeze blew by. The curly locks were tied in a ponytail that reached a couple of inches above her middle backs; some fell messily thorough her face, making her has to blow them away from her vision from time to time. Her rosy skin was turning a bit red around her eyes from walking on the sun for some time now - since she forgot her hat in the hurry to leave - but she didn't care, even if it brought an annoying burning sensation.

And she didn't care principally because she had yet one more thing to do.

"She's so beautiful!" She whispered to herself as she stopped to take a look on the newly arrived ship on the harbor - her eyes shining with admiration. At its stern there was a well designed board in brown, where white letters read Aquila.

Since as a child, Giselle always loved ships and the sea. Those huge and powerful constructions were her passion. She used to study a lot about them in her free time; searching for books about ships, the sea and its myths, stories about captains and their crew's adventures. Her dream was to someday be able to embark on a journey in search of adventure and lands that she hadn't visited yet.

Her visions of a raging sea at a storm and the Aquila's cannons blasting through the rain were interrupted as a hand touched her shoulder, making her look up to the owner of it.

"Daydreaming already, 'Elle?"

She blinked and giggled "A bit early isn't it? But I can't avoid it" her eyes shone again as she clasped her hands in front of her "Look at her! It's so huge and gorgeous!"

The young brown haired man rolled his eyes amusedly and leaned to the side, using her shoulder as a support for his weight "And who told you it had just arrived in here, uuuh?" He smirked haughtily.

Giselle made a face, but rolled her eyes in defeat and smiled "Alright, thank you so much, Anthony! I owe you one"

He suddenly stood up straight and grinned; his jungle green eyes shining elfishly "You do indeed, so...?"

She raised an eyebrow and looked at him suspiciously "What do you want?"

He let out a small chuckle before faking a serious expression and folding his arms in front of him "You have to go with me on that theater play I told you about tomorrow"

Giselle's face fell "Nooo, Anthony...!" She gasped in disbelief "I've told you already that I didn't want to go, for heaven's sakes!"

"Aaaah Giselle, pleeease!" He made a puppy dog face; strands of his short silky and spiky hair falling in his face "C'mon, it'll be nice, why you don't like it?"

She folded her arms stubbornly and furrowed her eyebrows "Because I didn't find the main plot of The Way of The world¹ interesting. It seems boring!"

Anthony breathed out annoyed, blowing the chestnut strands away from his face "But it's a comedy!" He shook his head and clasped his hands in front of him "Can't you do a tiny little thing for your friend once in a while, uh? Please! I promise it'll be fun!"

The brunette put her hand on her chin and looked up, thinking for a moment.

"Alright, alright. Just because you got me to see the Aquila" Her mouth curved into a small smile as she looked to the ship again "The Great Ghost of The North Seas" She thought to herself filled with admiration.

She almost jumped when the young man held both her hands. His smile was so big that she was almost scared.

"I promise you it'll be fantastic! You'll not regret it" He told her enthusiastically.

She chuckled and shook her head slightly "Yes, yes, whatever you say, Andy" He let go of her hands and she turned to leave "Well, I have yet to stop by the bookstore. Want to join me?"

He looked at her puzzled "Aren't you going to ask to take a look inside the Aquila?"

Giselle flinched. Her eyes darted to the ship again and she bit her lip. No, none would ever allow a woman to step on a ship. 'It brings bad luck' they said. She didn't want to get into any trouble, so she wouldn't dare trying.

"N-not today... tomorrow maybe, if she's still here" She stuttered and looked down shyly.

Anthony shook his head softly, his expression softening now, but his tone sounding a light scold "Giselle...-"

"-I know, I know" She interrupted him, her eyes turning to meet his, and sighed ""You'll never get what you want if you don't try, Elle"" She imitated him "I know, Andy, but I just..." She sighed again "It's difficult to me, you know... being a woman and all, they'll never permit"

He sighed too and put a hand on her shoulder comfortingly "One day, Elle, one day your dream will come true, you can be certain of it"

She smiled kindly "Thanks Andy. Shall we go then?"

He clasped his hands behind him and signaled her to start walking with a smile and a nod of his head "'Ya going to buy books about the sea again?"

She elbowed him and grinned "If they have. But at the moment I'm looking for something about tales. I'm trying to write one by my own, so I need to read some samples"

"Really?!That's great Elle" He turned to her enthusiastically "Have you given it a name already?"

She giggled and smoothed her summer light blue dress with white sleeves; her cheeks becoming slightly redder than they already were "No... I'm still just thinking about the plot..."

The young man chuckled at her sweetness "And what have you thought about already?"

They turned around in a street. Giselle stopped to pet a cat that passed by "Ah, it's about a girl and a golden cat"

He crouched beside her and scratched the cat's head. The feline sat and purred in delight with both petting him "Tell me more, I'm curious now"

She smiled, caressing the cat's back slower "Ah, the cat is magic, I have not decided yet if he'll be a cursed prince asking for her help or simply a cat trying to defeat a lion, leader of the golden cats"

"Simply you say...?" He chuckled sarcastically at the lack of sense in her words.

She bent her mouth and punched him softly "It's way deeper than that, Anthony, but I'll not explain everything to you now"

He chuckled again and poked her face exactly where it had a small dapple, a bit to the right, above her lips "You're weird..." He told her; his mouth curved in a big grin "...but that's what I like about you"

Giselle raised an eyebrow and smirked "And you're a douche, I don't know how I can stand you still" She rose "Let's continue?"

Anthony pouted and ran to walk backwards in front of her "Oh, Giselle, your words wound me so bad" He pretended to wipe a tear from his eye and sniffed.

She rolled her eyes and pushed him playfully "You're so dramatic, Anthony!"

"And that's why I like theater plays!"

She turned and stopped in the front of the bookshop door, grabbing its handle and turning to look at him "I like them too and I'm not"

"Lie. You don't like the play I want you to watch" He replied and followed her as she entered the shop.

"I've told you that I haven't found the plot interesting" She sighed tiredly and shook her head, before turn to the shopkeeper, nod him a "good morning!" and turn to search for books at the shelves.

Anthony just chuckled in response and observed quietly as her eyes wandered throught the amount of books in the shelf. After some moments, he grew tired of watching her search for books, so he leaned on the nearby wall with a sigh and waited. Whistling a song in low tone.

"Dear Lord!"

The young man almost jumped at her screechy voice and looked at her startled. She had a green book in her hands and a wide grin on her lips. He rolled his eyes as the young woman spun and giggled - he knew she always did that when she was extremely happy.

He rubbed his forehead before asking "What is it, Elle?"

She giggled again "I've just found the perfect book! Look at this"

Giselle extended her arms to show him. Anthony narrowed his eyes as he analyzed the cover of the book.

"Puss in boots²?" He asked not amazed by the title.

"Yes!" She said excitedly "It's about a cat! It's just what I was looking for!"

He raised an eyebrow and looked at her doubtful "I don't think it's exactly what you've been looking for..."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, a cat...in boots?"

She shrugged "I'll never know if I don't read it, don't you think?"

He looked up, pondering for a moment

"You may have a point"

She grinned and walked to the counter, placing the book on it and asking the shopkeeper how much was it.

"Another one, Miss Giselle? I'll have to give you a prize for being my best costumer" The bearded man asked sounding amused.

The brunette laughed "Yes. Thank you Mister Carter, I'm honored" She handed him the money when he told her the price.

"I'm the one who thank you" He said as he grabbed the coins and she put the book in her basket "See you, Miss Giselle. May you enjoy your reading!"

Giselle waved to him as she left; Anthony right behind her.

"And now?" The brown haired youngster asked; his hand clasped behind him again.

"What?"

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going home"

"So soon?"

"What you expected me to do?"

Anthony put a hand on his chin and thought for a moment.

"I don't know. Walk a bit more maybe? Getting a little bit of sun is good, you know"

"I think I've had enough of sun for today" She pointed to her reddened face "Besides, I have to help my mother to cook the lunch"

"Why didn't you put a hat?" He smirked.

"I forgot it" She smiled sheepishly

He knocked the top of her head softly. She waved his hand away with a chuckle and a low 'stop it, Andy!' "You airhead!"

"I'm not!" She protested and smoothed her hair, trying to make the strands go back to their places "I just got out in a hurry and ended not taking it with me"

"Yes, sure" He mocked. She sent him a glare.

"What are you going to do by the afternoon?" She changed the subject, taking a look around and turning in a street.

"My friends are going to do a card's contest. I'm meeting them at the Grinning Bobcat" He answered and turned to look at her. He almost smiled when he remembered that he didn't have to look down at Giselle as he would normally do with the other women he knew. She was almost as tall as him, being nearly at the height of his nose "And you?"

She blinked and turned to him "Ah, I'm going to meet Annabelle at the tailor. She wants to buy a new dress and wants my advice"

"Girly, aren't you?" He played, smirking.

She answered with a defiant smirk of her own "Sometimes"

They've finally arrived at Giselle's family house near the center of Boston. It wasn't that big, but neither that small. Its walls were blue and the windows were white. A white fence surrounded the front yard of the house. At the right side of it, there was a small garden, but its vegetables were still not grown; at the other one, an apple tree with yet no fruits as well. Anthony bowed, exaggerating the gesture on purpose, what made the brunette laugh.

"Delivered in home safely, my lady" He told with a played bassier tone, pretending to be an extreme gentleman.

Giselle waved him off "Go banter your friends, Andy!" She laughed again.

He grinned, standing straight again and patted her head "You're so mean to me! But well, see you later, Elle!"

She watched as he walked away, his elegant dark brown coat flowing in the breeze as well as the short strands of his brown hair. Giselle smiled to herself, thinking that, despite being a complete moron, he was a good hearted friend. She had known him since they were kids, both were five at the time, and they've been friends since then too. She had to admit, also, that she found him quite handsome. His physic was neutral - he was neither fat nor too strong or too thin. He was what women would say tall and his face features were jovial; with strong jaw, delicate nose and strong and deep gaze, even though his dark green eyes always held an elfish expression on them.

And again: She could only see that if she ignored the fact that he was a goof.

She chuckled to herself and before he could disappear from her sight, she turned and walked through the yard.

When her hand was at the handle, she heard a bark, her ears perked up and she smiled happily, turning around to see her dog running towards her. His red tongue flowing out of his mouth in happiness.

"Gallant!" She exclaimed, put her basket down, and crouched on the ground to greet the big dog, embracing his neck and receiving a lick on her back in answer. She pulled herself back a bit to pet his head and the dog sat on the ground and whimpered lowly in satisfaction. His coat was black at his backs until the top of his head, except around his eyes, where it was white, then beneath it there was a light brown line and his inferior part was completely white. His ears were medium sized and hung lazily at the sides of his head.

Gallant raised his hairy paw and gently scratched Giselle's belly two times. The young woman giggled, knowing that he always did that to salute her and cupped both his doggy white cheeks fondly.

"I'm sorry boy, I was in a hurry this morning, that's why I didn't take you with me" She told the animal, sounding like he could understand her clearly.

The dog licked her palm and Giselle rose, giving him a last caress at the top of his head.

"I let you come with me by the afternoon, alright? Don't worry" She told him, grabbed her basket again, and finally opened the door, hearing one more of his bassy barks.

"Sister!"

Giselle looked down at her little four year old sister, who was thirteen years younger than Giselle. Smiling kindly, she put down her basket again and reached her and took her in her arms.

"Ooooh, look what we have here! The little princess was caught by her big bad sister: the master of tickles!" She told her, playing a mischievous voice. The little girl really looked like a princess with her cute pink dress, filled with bows of a darker shade of pink, and her white lace gloves.

The brown haired girl laughed as Giselle's hands tickled her belly; her cheeks becoming rosy and her snub nose wrinkling. The tiny hands of the little girl trying to push away her older sister's ones with no success.

"S-s-to-p it, Gi-lly!" She asked between laughs

Giselle laughed and stopped, embracing the kid fondly. The girl answered the gesture, but her small arms could embrace her just halfway.

The young woman pulled away and looked at the cerulean blue eyes of her little sister "Good morning Selina. Did you sleep well?"

She nodded, making her wavy brown locks fall on her chest "Yes. What were you doing, Gilly? You left so early"

Giselle walked with her in her arms to the couch and sat on it "I was buying some things that mom asked for in the market" She grinned "Ah! I bought a book that I think you'll like"

The little girl's mouth curved into a bright smile "Really?! Which one?!"

She gently placed her aside "Just a minute, I'm going to show you"

When she came back to Selina, she had the green book in her hands. She sat on the couch again and pulled her sister closer, placing the book on her lap to her to see.

"Oh! there's a cat with boots in the cover!" She pointed out excitedly.

Giselle giggled "Yes. The title is 'Puss in boots'"

Her shiny eyes turned to meet her older sister's brown ones expectantly "Will you read it to me?"

"Of course darling!" She exclaimed happily and hugged the tiny girl.

"What are you two up to?"

Giselle looked up to see her brother leaning on the couch above them, trying to see what was on her lap. His black short strands of hair falling on his face; the curious gaze of his dark chocolate eyes half hidden between them.

"Hi for you too, Andrew" She rolled her eyes playfully.

Andrew smirked and rubbed the top of her head, making the youngster protest "Hello sis. How ya doin'?"

"Fine, fine" She answered a bit annoyed as she, for the second time at the day, smoothed her hair.

"Look, look, Andrew! This book talks about a cat!" Selina exclaimed excitedly as she stood up on the couch and stretched the book for her brother to see.

The young man smiled kindly and took a look on the book "That's nice Lina! You should love it, after all, you love cats, don't you?" She nodded happily. Andrew looked at Giselle "Will you read to her, Jelly?"

Giselle smiled "Of course!"

"Good girl!" Andrew rubbed the top of her head again, receiving a slap on the hand and an irritated groan from his younger sister.

"Couldn't you stop it? It's unpleasant."

He was about to answer when their mother's voice echoed from the kitchen.

"Giselle, come help me here darling! And bring the vegetables I asked you to buy"

The brunette kissed Selina's head and hugged Andrew before she grabbed the basket and headed to the kitchen.

Her mother stood by the large clay fireplace that she was using to grill the meat. Giselle's cheeks became rosy in admiration as she looked at her. She was always amazed by how beautiful her mom was. Her long strands of curly black hair were always shining; bouncing every time she moved, they seemed as smooth as her pale skin. Her face was adorned by three dapples, one beneath her right eye, other beside her mouth and another above it, the one that Giselle had inherited. Her eyes, on the other hand, were inherited by Selina, once they were the same cerulean blue as the little girl. Her snub nose was inherited by both her daughters, though. She wore a delicate green dress, with laces and long lighter green sleeves that matched her elegant self.

"How was your morning, sweetie?" The smooth and calm voice of Melissa Collins called her daughter from her time of admiration.

"It was very nice, mother" She answered kindly as she placed the basket above the big table at the center of the kitchen.

"That is good to hear, my daughter" She said and gestured Giselle to cut the carrots that the young woman had just put on the board. The youngster smiled at hearing her mother's extremely correct English "Did you meet anyone?"

"Just Anthony" Giselle sighed and shook her head "That goofy creature..."

Melissa's laugh sounded like bubbles popping in the air "He is a nice boy Giselle, do not say such things about him"

The younger woman rolled her eyes amusedly "It doesn't change the fact that he's silly, mom"

Her mother smiled at her in return "So, Annabelle want to buy a new dress today, does not she?"

"Yes" She answered and proceeded to peel some potatoes "I might get one tailored for me too, what do you think?"

"It would be great, but you have to tell your father first"

"I will. He hasn't arrived from work yet, as he?"

"No, not yet"

Both women continued to prepare the lunch while deciding what color of dress would be the best for Giselle. They laughed together, enjoying each other's presence, and soon the food was ready. Andrew came when Melissa called and he and Giselle arranged the food at the dining room. Selina soon ran down stairs, carrying her teddy bear in her arms, and sat on a chair aside the table.

"Good afternoon, my children"

Giselle smiled happily as she heard her father's elegant and kind voice. She and Selina ran at his encounter and hugged him tightly. The brown haired man chuckled and hugged his daughters back.

When the girls released him and went back to their places at the table, he walked to his spouse, took his hat off of his head and kissed her forehead.

"Good afternoon, love" Melissa spoke to him kindly after she kissed his cheek "Had a good day?"

He sighed tiredly whilst placing his suitcase aside and then sat at the chair at the edge of the table "Quite hard I would say, but nothing I couldn't handle"

The black haired mother smiled fondly "That is good, honey, and do not worry, things will get better, I am sure of it"

John Collins was the head of the second most sold newspaper of Boston and also worked as an accountant. He was a forty five year old man - three years older than Melissa. His chocolate brown hair was slightly longer than his son's jet black one. John was an elegant and polite man, literally a gentleman. The rosy skin of his face was now gaining wrinkles, on his forehead and a bit on his cheeks, due to his hard work and stressful days. His deep chocolate gaze, which Andrew inherited, seemed tired, but not in lack of life. The man was a great father, he loved his family more than anything and would do everything for them. He often wore his favorite black coat with golden edges, light brown pants, black boots and an elegant buttoned shirt - generally dark red, as he was wearing.

The family begun the lunch and talked to each other about random subjects. Selina told her father and her mother how enthusiastic she was about the book Giselle had bought and Andrew about his day working at the bank. John complimented his wife and daughter about the food. Giselle told her father that mister Harris from the market stall sent him his greetings, what he became happy to know about.

"Ah, father" Giselle called, by the end of her meal.

Her father's soft eyes turned to her "Yes, Giselle?"

"I'm going with Annabelle to the tailor this afternoon and I was wondering if I could get another dress tailored by myself" She asked politely.

John leaned his elbows on the table, clasped his hands, and rested his chin atop of them, thinking.

"I think there's no problem with it, darling. Do as you wish" He answered with a kind smile.

"Thank you father"

Giselle nodded with a smile and got up to help her mother gathering the dishes.

"Ah, Giselle" John called before she could disappear in the kitchen.

"Yes, father?"

"Could you deliver this message to a friend of mine in your way to the tailor?" He showed her an a letter with a red stamp "He should be at the south of the harbor"

Giselle put the pile of dishes back on the table "Of course, father. Who may him be?"

"His name is Samuel Adams" He smiled.

"Aaah, yes, Mister Adams" She exclaimed and smiled "I remember him, but I haven't seen him in a very long time"

"Yes, I know. I think you were just ten the last time he visited us, but he'll remember you, don't worry"

She nodded and took the letter "I'll get it done, father, you can count on me"

"Thank you, darling"

Giselle smiled and hugged her dad tightly. She turned to grab the dishes again but found that they had disappeared from the table.

"Too slow, sis" The mocking voice of her brother sounded behind her, on the kitchen, and she looked to see him winking at her with a cocky grin on his lips.

Thirty minutes later, Giselle was arranging her things on her purse. She decided to leave earlier, since she had to deliver the letter. She made sure not to forget her blue medium hat and said good bye to her family as she closed the door behind her.

"Gallant! Come on, let's go!" She called the dog that came running to her, petting him as soon as he reached her side "Stay close to me, understood?"

He barked as if in agreement and she smiled, heading with him right by her side to the harbor. It was a good thing that she taught him to always stay close to her since he was just a puppy. Gallant was a nice company and could protect her if anything went wrong. He was a loyal and amiable dog; she had him now for five years and she loved him since they had bought him.

The sun now seemed to burn even hotter. Giselle pinched her white lace gloves from time to time, feeling the urge to take them off, but not doing so because she had received it as a gift the day before from her mother. The black haired woman was so happy to see her using it that she didn't have the heart to take them off just now, so she endured. At least her face was now protected by the shadow her elegant hat produced, even though her skin was still reddened beneath her eyes.

When they got to the harbor, Giselle stopped, with Gallant sitting beside her, panting quickly, and with his tongue sticking out of his mouth. She took her hat off, making her hair bounce in the ponytail, and waved in up and down in front of her in order to fan herself.

"Good lord, it's too hot today" She protested to herself in low tone.

While still fanning herself, she took a look around in search of Adams; her eyes just half open. She panted a bit and a drip of sweat ran down her face.

'Oh, how I hate summer'

Gallant kept panting; his brown eyes attentive to the people passing by. Giselle turned to look to the other side of the harbor.

Her eyes widened and her hat fell from her hand.

Right in her line of vision, some meters away from her, there stood a man dressed in an elegant blue coat. His brown slightly long hair was tied in a short ponytail and in small braid that fell beside his forehead . His skin was tanned and his features were strong, as well as his body seemed to be.

But that wasn't what called her attention to him. The hat he was wearing, as well as his clothes did.

'He's... he's a captain. He has to be' She thought. Too stunned to move.

And if that wasn't enough, he stood just right beside that powerful ship: The legendary Ghost of the North Seas.

She couldn't believe it. The captain of the Aquila. Right in front of her.

Giselle crouched to grab her hat and put it on her head again, never breaking the sight from the captain's form at the dock. She gulped. She had to get closer, that was her chance, a unique chance.

"Gallant, I think you're a lucky charm in form of a dog" She whispered to her dog and bit her lip nervously.

The dog looked at her, still panting.

"Come on, boy. Follow me"

¹ - A famous comedic theater play of the 1700's written by William Congreve - an English writer
² - French fairy-tale written by Charles Perrault - A French author who also wrote several known fairy-tales such as Cinderella and Little Red Riding Hood