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'''This Tyro Captain''' was a virtual representation of one of [[Edward Kenway]]'s [[Genetic memory|genetic memories]], relived by [[R- | '''This Tyro Captain''' was a virtual representation of one of [[Edward Kenway]]'s [[Genetic memory|genetic memories]], relived by [[R-L|a research analyst]] at [[Abstergo Entertainment]] through the [[Animus]]. | ||
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Revision as of 18:49, 2 November 2013
This Tyro Captain was a virtual representation of one of Edward Kenway's genetic memories, relived by a research analyst at Abstergo Entertainment through the Animus.
Description
Edward and Adéwalé decide on what needs to be done witht he ship, and Edward goes hunting for supplies.
Dialogue
Edward stood at the helm of his ship.
- Edward: I've made my choice, Adé. I'm calling her the Jackdaw, for a sly bird I loved as a child back in Swansea.
- Adéwalé: A dark little creature, no?
- Edward: Did it rub you wrong when I took this brig as my own?
- Adéwalé: It was the sort of rub I have learned to endure sailing among faces of such... fairness.
- Edward: It's true, most of these men wouldn't accept you as a captain. So what fair role would complement such unfairness?
- Adéwalé: I'll be your quartermaster. Nothing less.
- Edward: All right. And as quartermaster, have you any immediate counsel for this tyro captain?
- Adéwalé: Rest and repast would do us good before Nassau. Water for drinking. And hunting for food and repairs.
- Edward: Well reasoned, sir. Hunting it shall be. We'll find a decent palce to drop anchor.
Edward plotted a course for a nearby island.
- Edward: I spied a few items in the hold earlier... powder and a few pistols. I think I'll fashion a second holster if I can.
- Adéwalé: It's a good start.
- Edward: One you find laughable?
- Adéwalé: Could we talk a moment about the condition of the ship?
- Edward: What's the trouble?
- Adéwalé: I had a walk about the gundeck this morning, and couldn't stand for what I saw. A clutter of linstocks heaped like tinder... and one with a slowmatch still burning.
- Edward: Christ.
- Adéwalé: And just nearby, two barrels of gunpowder closer than man and wife, fir to explode at the touch of a spark.
- Edward: We'll stow ours, good and proper.
- Adéwalé: As for the cannons, they might as well be tossed. Clogged touch-holes in need of scraping; corrosion on the bodies; barrel swabs as naked as knives and breech-ropes so rotted I could use them for knitting yarn. The short of it is, we need good equipment, kept in fine condition. For we cannot win every battle with sneers and shouts. So worry about your own armaments when it suits you. But don't forget about your Jackdaw as well.
- Edward: No, indeed. We'll make it a point to keep this ship and its crew in fine condition.
Edward arrived on Abaco Island, where he hunted animals to fashion a second holster for his pistols.
- Adéwalé: Ahoy Captain. Find what you need?
- Edward: My needs and wants are oceans apart, mate. But I did fashion myself a new holster. All I need now is a pistol lie in it.
- Adéwalé: Here. Taken from the hold, just as you said.
- Edward: Hm. Little more than a blow-pipe... but it'll do. So... are we rested? Or shall we idle a while longer?
- Adéwalé: Best weigh anchor, I think the crew is itching to reach civilization.
- Edward: You'll find no civilization in Nassau. But it's a fine place to be merry all the same.
Outcome
Edward crafted himself a new holster and received a second pistol.