Thatch: Here’s to our Pirate Republic, Lads. We’re prosperous and free, and out of the Reach of Kings, Clergy, and Debt Collectors.
Kidd: Near five-hundred Men now pledge their Allegiance to the Brethren of the Coast in Nassau. Not a bad Number.
Thatch: Truth. Yet we lack sturdy Defences. If the King were to attack the Town, he’d Trample us.
Edward: Then let us find the Observatory. If it does what these Templars claim, we’ll be unbeatable.
Thatch: Not that Twaddle again, Kenway! That’s a Story for Schoolboys. I mean proper Defences. Steal a Galleon, Shift all the guns to one Side. Would make a nice Ornament for one of our Harbours.
Adéwalé: It will not be easy to steal a full Spanish Galleon. Have you one in mind?
Thatch: I do, Sir. And I’ll show you. She’s a Fussock she is. Fat and slow.
Let’s not draw this out. You’ve got nowhere to go and I’ve got a gun.
Speaking of which… It’s the 21st century and you’re still running around with only a tiny knife for protection? It’s stupid.
Are you not loved at Home? Are you not wanted by your Wives and Families and Countrymen? How else to explain your Government’s complete Disinterest in your Well-Being? Hostages for Medicines, these were my only Terms!
And yet, six Days of pure fucking Silence! So I must conclude that you Men are the Pariahs of Charles-Towne, and I would profit better by using your Organs for Chum and your Bones for Char!
By Christ! This is my Predicament: to kill ya, or to Press you into my Service. It’s a Decision I’ll make hardly, but not with Remorse.
“If you are asked, say that I sent the Apple away. Tell them I sent it to Cyprus, or Cipango, or that I dropped it into the sea. Tell them anything to keep men away from this place. This Apple must not be found, not until the time is right.” – Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahad
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