Assassin's Creed: The Equestrian Guild

Not a word

Not a word was said, the sheer absurdity of the earlier statement had caused a silence of all present.

"A cursed stretch of sea?" The slow, tired, and weak drawl that was Achilles' voice asked, followed by a sharp, quick laugh.

"'Tis true, ay heard it from me mate down at da pub, and 'e neva' lies. Dis' 'bemuda triangle' load 'as us all in the shakes! We gotta make a trade run down 'der, we don't wanna get sucked away!" The salty sailor said seriously. He had sought out Achilles in his manor in great worry, just hoping that the man may just have a way to help the crew.

"Ah, the Bermuda Triangle. I have heard some stories about missing ships, some say it's magic, some say monsters, demons, some even believe Satan himself drags you down to the bowels of Hell. I myself don't believe that drab. But, I suppose I could get Connor to look at it, he should be heading down that way anyways in a few days. Just wait in Boston 'till we can get the news to you." Achilles explained slowly, as per usual.

"Thank you sir, thank you!" The sailor cheered. He soon left the manor, leaving Achilles to his writings, plans, and letters. Achilles, after finding a new quill, started his letter to Connor as soon as he heard the manor's door click shut.

Connor,

Along with your current assignment, to eliminate any British ships near the south-east coast, I would like you to look for and report any strange activity in a span of sea know as the Bermuda Triangle. Ask Faulkner more about the Triangle, I am sure he knows more than I.

-Achilles.

Achilles put on his walking shoes and soon, slowly, made his way towards the harbor.

Harbor, 10 minutes later

Achilles bit his bottom lip, grimacing at the bitter cold. He was quite the fool not taking his coat.

"Mister Faulkner! Mister Faulkner!" He shouted, hoping to grab the co-captain's attention. He must have been successful, seeing how said co-captain was now leaving his hut.

"Ah, Mister Faulkner, when you next see him, give this letter the Connor will you? It is very important." Achilles handed the dreary man the sealed letter and gave a quick nod before starting back to his warm, comfy manor.

"Er, okay then? I'll give it to him when I get the chance." Faulkner nodded to himself before pocketing the letter and trading the cold, quiet outside for the warm, cacophony filled hut filled to brim with his drinking buddies.

Several hours later

Faulkner and Connor, after Faulkner had given Connor Achilles' letter, had set out on the water.

"What is this 'Bermuda Triangle', Mister Faulkner?" Connor asked the bored looking man.

"An old sea-man's tale, a large, expansive stretch of water said to be 'cursed', a lot'a ships gone missing in it. That's all that really matters about it." Faulkner yawned as he watched the sun peek over the horizon.

"Achilles would like us to take a look and see if it is really all everyone says it is." Connor admitted.

"Damn that man, what if it is cursed? What if it takes us and spits us into...I don't know, Hell? What then?" Faulkner asked, obviously aggravated.

"You think I know? I have only just heard about the place." Connor stated, bored.

"I just don't understand why he'd ask us to do something so potentially dangerous...I-" Faulkner was cut off by a cannon-shot, the alarm bell having the hell rang out of it, and roars from the crew.

"MAN-O-WAR!!!" The crew-man in the raven's nest shouted.

"To your stations! I need full sails!" Connor demanded, making a hard turn to port to avoid the next volley of cannon-fire. He turned his head starboard and gave an order for cannons,

"Wait for it...wait for it..." The Man-O-War crossed into the perfect spot.

"FIRE THE HEAT SHOTS!" Connor bellowed. He was rocked by the force of the kick from the cannons simultaneously firing, sending fireballs streaking red through the sky before impacting on the Man-O-War.

"I can see it's powder!" A swivel-men shouted and pointed. Connor squinted and directed the Swivel-Men.

"FIRE!" He demanded, the swivels struck the powder barrels easily, blowing the ship to pieces.

"Not a scratch on us, well done Connor!" Faulkner laughed.

"Why would there be a Man-O-War out here? There is nothing under British control this way...I do not think this will our only encounter on our mission. Let us keep our pace to the Triangle." Connor watched as the doomed ship slowly fell below the sea.

Ponyville

"I don't get it, what does the weather have to do with weird magic?" Rainbow Dash had been flagged down by Twilight to see what the deal with the weather was about.

"If there is excess storm clouds magic is a little more unstable, what is so hard to understand? I am simply asking for you to clear them away for me." Twilight explained for the sixth time.

"Sorry Twi, it's a scheduled storm today, I'd get fired if I cleared the clouds, sorry." Rainbow Dash explained to the purple mare.

"Oh, I didn't know it was scheduled, I'll just move the tests to tomorrow then." Twilight sighed before waving off her friend and going back to her tree house.

"Oooor, I could just to do it inside..." Twilight smirked at herself.

Aquila, two months later

"We should be approaching the Triangle now." Faulkner stated.

"I do not feel this will end well." Connor said grimly.

"Chin up Connor, two months and only minimal fights? I'd say this is the best we've done!" Faulkner laughed.

"Exactly, which is why I feel something big is about to happen." Connor took a deep breath.

"PORT SIDE!" The raven's nest bellowed loudly, Connor spotted a small British ship turning a cliff-corner.

"Our swivels'll get'em." Faulkner sighed.

"BLOODY HELL, THEY'VE BROUGHT AN ARMADA!" The raven's nest then bellowed.

"I need to see this." Connor gave the wheel to Faulkner before running to the makeshift Raven's Nest elevator. He landed gently next to the crewman and took the telescope from him. His eyes went wide at the sight, two Men-O-War, twenty four frigates, and nearly forty other ships as well.

"TO YOUR STATIONS!" He roared before jumping off the raven's nest to the deck below.

"LOOK TO STARBOARD!" The Raven's Nest then shouted, another set of the same number was sailing towards them.

"GIVE ME EVERYTHING!" Connor demanded, unleashing Full-Sail

"LOAD THE GRAPES! READY..." He watched as maybe twenty small boats lined up

"FIRE!" He roared, watching the grapeshots simply decimate the tiny ships, after they were loaded again he repeated the process on port-side.

"LOAD THE HEAT SH-" Connor's command was interrupted by a large volley of cannons coming from the the Men-O-War and the Frigates. Many large storm clouds had gathered above and the smell of smoke was all that filled the air at the time. The alarm bell rang and they all ducked to avoid being swept away by a very large rouge wave. He lined up several Frigates and fired a massive volley of Heat Shots, again, the fireballs streaked red in the sky before abolishing both the ship and the crew, frying them to a crisp.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!!?" The Nest roared in fear, Connor threw his attention to a new ship rounding a cliff, it was twice the size of a MOW, jet black, and was lining up it's sights on the Aquila. Connor, after luckily ramming down a MOW, changed his priorities to avoid the, now know as the, BFS (Big-Fucking-Ship). The BFS's cannon's echoed through the night, sending a massive floury of Round-Shots through the sky, pelting the Aquila and breaking the iron clean off.

"HEAT SHOTS!" Connor demanded, the volley took down two of the MOW and the rest of the Frigates. Connor tried to turn towards another MOW but got stopped by another MOW ramming into the Aquila's port.

"FIRE!" The MOW was no less atomized by the close-range Heat-Shot blast. That left only the BFS floating among the debris of it's own fleet.

"Sir! Our cannons are gone!" Faulkner shouted, stress riddling his voice. Connor, having no other options, turned the boat to ram, like he did in the battle of Chesapeake Bay.

"Again?" Faulkner sighed before being ordered to duck to avoid getting shot by cannons. The ram made contact, splitting the ship's hull and giving the chance for boarding. Connor gave the wheel to Faulkner once more and ran to the bow. He jumped onto the port-side wall of the massive ship and started climbing, he flung a British soldier of the railing with his hidden blade before reaching the bow and climbing onto the ship's deck. He pulled Captain Kidd's Sawtooth from it's sheath and jabbed it into a Regular's chest before shooting another with his double-barrel flintlock.

"Keep'em away!" The captain demanded. Connor caught a rifle's bayonet with his hatchet and flicked it away before lodging said hatchet into the rifle owner's neck. Connor was cutting, hacking, and slashing the crew to pieces trying to get to the captain. The captain picked up a dropped rifle and shot at Connor, lucky for him, the ball lodged itself in Connor's chest, causing his counter to fail and him to get struck multiple times with some Regular's bayonet.

After taking down several more crewmen, Connor reached the captain.

"Please no, let me live, please! PLEASE!" The captain begged sorrily.

"A captain goes down with his ship." Connor drew his flintlock, but the barrel to the captain's head, and pulled the trigger. The captain fell limp and Connor jumped back to the Aquila. The large crack in the hull of the BFS was the thing that brought it down, not the cannons.

"We really need to avoid another fight, we don't have cannons or swivels." Faulkner sighed grimly.

"I still don't feel it is over." Connor looked at the clouds above, hoping he was wrong.

They sailed several more hours before night fell.

"The weather is getting more rough." Faulkner stated, a crack of lightning lighting up the outline of a large, distant, wave.

"We should be in the middle of the Triangle by now, I don't see anything too bad, we should start heading back no-" Connor was stopped by the Aquila almost tipping over to port.

"We've sailed into a whirlpool!" Faulkner shouted, leaning over the railing.

"I can't get out!" Connor shouted desperately, turning hard to starboard.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT LIGHT?!" Faulkner's eyes went wide at the glowing white light emanating from the whirlpool.

"ITS SNAGGED THE MAST GUIDES!" Faulkner watched as the roaring water snapped the guide off like a twig. Connor was pulling against the pull of the water as hard as possible, a groan being forced from the rudder. Connor was thrown over the wheel when it final broke off, causing all the force to get feed back into Connor and sending him flying.

"We are without control!" Connor ran over to Faulkner and shouted. Faulkner sighed deeply.

"Well kid, it's been a great run." Faulkner laughed.

"The whole British armada couldn't take me down, but instead mother nature is doing it for them. It's been a pleasure working with you Captain." Faulkner smiled grimly.

"And with you Mister Faulkner." Connor shook his co-captain's hand before being sucked under water.

Ponyville

"I kinda want a banana float..." Twilight pondered, bored. She focused on the image of a banana float in her mind and tried her best to summon one.

"Focus..." She whispered to herself.

"Can't screw this up-AHH!" She was knocked back the the slamming of her door and shot a purple beam through the roof.

"Hey Twilight, the CMC want to know if I could chaperone their sleepover, that cool?" Spike asked nonchalantly.

"Yeah, that's fine." Twilight answered rubbing a sore spot on her head.

"I hope my spell didn't cause any trouble." Twilight magic'd an ice-bag from the kitchen for her head and sat back down on her couch.

"Twilight! Come quick!" Twilight's ears picked up at the sound of a panicked Rarity. She grabbed her umbrella and ran out the door to her friend. She spotted her friend, jaw hanging, at the pond by her parent's house.

"Rarity? What's wrong?" Twilight asked the alabaster mare. Rarity simply pointed a hoof at the black, blue, and white structure before her.

"B-boat." The mare stuttered. Twilight heard groaning coming from said boat.

"I think I hear hurt ponies." Twilight teleported both herself and Rarity to the deck It was empty of all but two figures. One groaned and tried to get up, but fell back down.

"Oh my gosh, are you all right?" Twilight trotted over to the two figures.

"I've lived through worse, wait, where are you?" One of the creatures leaned up, facing the wrong way.

"Twilight? Rarity? Is that y'all up there?" The southern voice of Applejack called. Rarity looked over the edge, avoiding a burning mass of metal, and spotted the rest of her friends. Twilight zapped them up to her side.

"Sir? I'm right here, turn around." Twilight asked. The creature turned around, and promptly fell on it's back again.

"I think you scared it to death, Twi." Rainbow Dash stated, poking the now passed out creature. It groaned.

"Or not, I guess it's just tired." Rainbow shrugged.

"Should we take them to the hospital?" Fluttershy asked quietly.

"I don't think they'd know how to treat them, could we take them to your house, Fluttershy?" Twilight asked.

"I think I have a spare room, sure." Fluttershy smiled at the chance to help a new creature. Twilight lifted both of the unconscious creatures and zapped the entire group to Fluttershy's.

Fluttershy's Cottage, four hours later.

The sun was just rising when Connor shot up, gasping for air. The other five ponies had gone home, leaving Fluttershy to care for the two.

"Where am I?" He asked himself, eyes adjusting to the vivid colors. He was in just his pants at the time he noticed. He stood shakily and noticed Faulkner in an adjacent bed, still sleeping. He heard the door behind him open and a tray drop. When he turned to see what dropped it he could not believe his eyes.

"A horse?"