Adéwalé: What’s our Course today, Captain? It’s a fine Day for any kind of Mischief.
Edward: What’s your Feeling?
Adéwalé: I’ll make no Secret of wanting to see the British brought to Heel. If we can take some their Gold and put it to use ourselves, I’d be a happy Man.
Edward: Spoken like a true Welshman, Adé.
Adéwalé: And what’s your Aim?
Edward: Master Kidd hinted at a Prize he was eager to show me down in Tulum. Quite some distance, mind. On the Yucatán Peninsula.
Adéwalé: You trust him to play it fair?
Edward: I can’t be sure. But he has a way of picking away at my Conscience that gives me Pause. I should go see him. Soon.
Adéwalé: So long as we take some Prizes along the way, I’m sure the Crew will understand. I’ll set a course for Tulum.
Edward: Jaysus, Adé. What the Hell happened here?
Adéwalé: You happened here, Edward. The Damage you caused six Years ago has not been undone.
Edward: I’m not an easy Man to call a friend, am I? Is that why you’re here?
Adéwalé: To fight beside a Man so driven by personal Gain and Glory is a hard Thing, Edward. And I have come to feel the Assassins – and their Creed – a more honourable Course. Have I been unfair?
Edward: No. For Years I’ve been rushing around, taking whatever I fancied, not giving a Tinker’s Curse for those I hurt. Yet here I am… with Riches and Reputation, feeling no wiser than when I left Home. Yet when I turn around, and look at the course I’ve run… here’s not a Man or Woman that I love left standing beside me.
Ah Tabai: There is Time to make Amends, captain Kenway.
Edward: Mary… before she died she asked me to do Good by her. To sort out the Mess I’d made. Can you help me?
Edward: You put me on a Spot, Adé. After you leaving me with Roberts, I should have hard Feelings about seeing you here. But mostly, I’m bloody glad.
Adéwalé: Me too, Breddah. And you’ll be chuffed to know your Jackdaw is still in one Piece.
Edward: Shall we set Sail for-
You’re leaving?
Adéwalé: Aye, Edward. For I’ve another Calling elsewhere.
Edward: Adé, listen…
Adéwalé: When your Heart and your Head are ready, visit the Assassins. I think you’ll understand then…
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.
“Save your Singing for Davy Jones, you Jagabats! It’s a hard Wind coming!” – Adéwalé
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