Hornigold: Welcome aboard, Kenway! It’s Prizes, Plunder and Adventure ahead. Are you Game?
Edward: Outta my way, Ben.
Thatch: Raise a glass to Freedom, Lads! Here’s to Gentlemen of Fortune and Women of Leisure!
Mary: To a World full of Rogues better than all the Kings and Queens that kick us about!
Roberts: As Gentlemen of Fortune we enjoy Plenty and Satisfaction, Pleasure and Ease, Liberty and Power… What Man with a sensible Mind would choose the former Life? For I have dipped my Hands in muddied Waters, and withdrawing them find ‘tis better to be a Commander than a Common man!
Washington: Ah. It is you. At last.
Ratonhnhaké:ton: Commander Washington. If you give up the Apple, I will let you live.
Washington: Give up the Apple?
Ratonhnhaké:ton: It controls you.
Washington: Is that what you believe? I believe I control it. Although I never considered the possibility that it could control someone. Perhaps it can.
Ratonhnhaké:ton: You have been corrupted by the Apple’s power.
Washington: Corrupted? Well, that raises an interesting question: Do you wish me to give up the Apple in order to …save my soul? …Or do you wish the Apple for yourself, so you can control the nation?
Ratonhnhaké:ton: … The true rulers are the people.
Washington: Let’s not deceive ourselves. It’s an absurd thought, but let’s suppose I were beholden to this Apple, how would you behave differently?
Ratonhnhaké:ton: I would use it for the good of everyone.
Washington: Possession of the Apple is both a burden and a blessing. Tell me, when you shake the earth, do you feel that you are a slave to the people? … Or do you wish to be their master?
Ratonhnhaké:ton: The people want you brought down.
Washington: But you didn’t answer the question.
I am the only King here.
Traveler: If you’re hungry, I’ve extra.
Connor: No thank you… Where is everyone?
Traveler: Gone west. Been a while since they left. Seems some fella from New York was granted the land by congress.
Connor: What?
Traveler: Seein’ it happen more and more. Government SAYS they don’t take land that’s already owned, but, uh…
Connor: How could this have happened?
Traveler: We’re on our own now. No more Merry English parts and labor. Which means we gotta go at it ourselves. Gotta pay for it too. Sellin’ land is quick and easy and not quite so nasty as taxes. And since some say they’re what started the whole war, ain’t no rush to bring ‘em back. Clever men, these new leaders of ours. They know not to push it just yet. Too soon for taxes. Too… British.
[long dramatic pause as “Farewell” plays in the background]
Patriot: Aye. It’s Breed’s. There’s been some… disagreement as to where we should encamp.
Connor: Any news from Boston?
Patriot: The Tories aren’t moving. And anytime we try to press them, we lose a dozen men. I think Putnam and the others plan to assemble artillery on these hills. A good shelling might make the Redcoats rethink their strategy.
Connor: And what of John Pitcairn?
Patriot: That bastard is the cagiest of the bunch. He’s appeared, time to time, to taunt us or send regards by way of cannon fire. It’s all right, though. He’ll have what’s coming to him soon enough.
Citizens of the United States! I come before you a humbled man.
As I look out upon this vast land, I see each of you suffering, yes, suffering! And striving for a better life, a better future, a better America. Each one of you sacrificing, slaving for this great country, for freedom. And I humbly say to you, your sacrifices inspire me. They shall not be in vain!
[crowds cheering; “I ❤ George” signs everywhere]
I know this life is difficult: the ravages of war; food shortages; crime; the burdens caused by Jefferson’s seditious murderers. But we, we have a greater purpose that will unite us and lift us above these trifling troubles. For us, the obliteration of these “rebels” will be but a foretaste of the feast to come.
Citizens, as I stand here, I feel the four million hearts of our nation beating within my breast. Today I announce the great project of this nation. We are mustering vast armies. We are fashioning powerful armadas. We shall soon march upon our great, dark enemy: England!
[more cheering; vuvuzelas going off]
We shall invade her shores and irrigate her fields with blood. English bones shall provide grist for our mills, and her people shall become our slaves. Each of you shall profit from the sweat of their labors! Our nation shall rise to its proper place as the greatest of all: The Most Sovereign Kingdom – The United States of America!
Charles: There’s a certain charm to Boston, I suppose. To all of the colonies, really. Granted, their cities have none of London’s sophistication or splendour, but the people are earnest and hard-working. They’ve a pioneer spirit that I find compelling.
Haytham: It’s quite something really – watching a place that’s finally found its feet.
Charles: Has it though? The French still wage war from up North. And I fear that Spanish have designs upon this place as well… Is this a new world? Or just another battlefield?
Haytham: Ah, that’s a story as old as time itself, and one that’s not likely to change. We’re cruel and desperate creatures, set in our conquering ways. The Saxons and the Franks. The Ottomans and the Safavids. I could go on for hours. The whole of human history is but a series of conflicts and subjugations. A desire for more, and more, and more.
Charles: I pray we one day rise above it.
Haytham: Whilst you pray, I’ll act. We’ll see who finds success first, hmm?
Charles: It was an expression.
Haytham: Aye. And a dangerous one. Words have power. Wield them wisely.
Connor: Mason Weems?
Mason: Could be.
Connor: I need your help.
Mason: Oh?
Connor: They say you know a way out of here.
Mason: THEY say a lot of things…
Connor: I do not have time for games.
Mason: A shame, as I was hoping you might play one with me.
Connor: Fine.
Mason: Are you familiar with the rules?
Mason: Seeing as you already know mine – what’s your name?
Connor: Connor.
Mason: Pleased to meet you, Connor.
Well played! So, what brings you to Bridewell?
Connor: Treachery. I have been falsely accused.
Mason: Of course you have…
Connor: You do not believe me?
Mason: Why should I? You’ve the look of a brute.
Connor: You misjudge. I am an honest man.
Mason: And yet also a man imprisoned. Tell me how you found yourself in this place.
Connor: It is a private matter.
Mason: As is what you ask of me…
Connor: I was trying to prevent a murder.
Mason: Oh? Anyone I know?
Connor: George Washington.
Mason: The others put you up to this, didn’t they? Thought it might be fun to have another laugh at Mason’s expense? Fools, the lot of them, to make light of something like this.
George Washington is brave beyond measure, loyal like a brother, peerless in character, and unshakable in his convictions! That man is our Jupiter Conservator, destined to lead us not just to freedom, but greatness. Anyone who says otherwise is either a simpleton or a traitor.
Connor: Then you understand why I need to get out of here. If I don’t help him, he is going to die.
Mason: You’re serious, aren’t you?
Very well. But it’s going to take some doing. See – everything hinges on the key I forged. But that lout Finch stole it! Took me three months to make the thing, too. You need to get it back or we’re not going anywhere.
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