The waves rush past the bow of your ship as you give orders to your crew. You classified your pursuer as any other enemy of the Royal Navy but your hands gripped the wood of the stern tighter when it became clear who was chasing you - Liam. You knew his position as a Templar. You as a British officer and a spy for the Assassins...Let's just say you're as good as dead

Your men set full sail, but the ram at the bow of Liam's ship looms threateningly in the water...