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*'''Duncan:''' ''Bloody fucking pirates!'' | *'''Duncan:''' ''Bloody fucking pirates!'' | ||
The man attempted to shoot Edward with a flintlock pistol, but failed as the gunpowder was wet. | The man attempted to shoot Edward with a flintlock pistol, but failed as the gunpowder was wet. | ||
*'''Edward:''' ''I am on to you, sneaksby!'' | *'''Edward:''' ''I am on to you, [[Assassins|sneaksby]]!'' | ||
Duncan ran off into the jungle, and Edward gave chase. | Duncan ran off into the jungle, and Edward gave chase. | ||
*'''Edward:''' ''Come on, mate! We're off to a bad start! It's a hundred leagues or more to Havana! Will you walk that distance?'' | *'''Edward:''' ''Come on, mate! We're off to a bad start! It's a hundred leagues or more to Havana! Will you walk that distance?'' | ||
Revision as of 14:52, 19 May 2014
Edward Kenway was a virtual representation of one of Edward Kenway's genetic memories, relived by a research analyst at Abstergo Entertainment through the Animus.
Description
After an attack on the ship, Edward found himself stranded on a deserted island with a stranger.
Dialogue
The ship which Edward crewed was attacked.
- Crew: Hold fast! She's on us!
- Edward: Can you see her?
- Crew: Man the cannons!
- Bramah: Our helmsman's dead! Someone take the wheel! Kenway! Take the bloody wheel!
Edward took the wheel and attacked the enemy ships.
- Crew: Uncork the cannons, lad! Unload all the shot we have! Fire on those bastards!
Edward sank the enemy ships.
- Crew: The magazine! It's going up!
- Bramah: Douse the flames! Get in there, you mongrel!
A mysterious figure appeared and killed Captain Bramah, but soon after, Edward and the attacker were blown overboard by the magazine explosion, to which Edward fell into unconsciousness.
- Caroline: Is it dangerous? Edward?
- Edward: Hm?
- Caroline: Privateering. Is it dangerous?
- Edward: Wouldn't pay so nice if it weren't.
- Caroline: Why not sail with the king's navy? Earn a proper wage. Sail under gentlemen.
- Edward: Sod the navy's gentlemen. For every shilling I'd earn, the captain'd get six hundred. That's no way to earn a fortune.
- Caroline: We don't need a fortune.
- Edward: It's not about need, Caroline. I want food that don't make me sick. I want walls that hold back the wind. I want a decent life.
- Caroline: H-how long would you be gone with these privateers?
- Edward: A year, I reckon. Two at the most.
- Caroline: All right. No more than two... promise me...
Edward woke up in the water and swam towards a beach, where another man followed him.
- Edward: Was it good for you as well?
- Duncan: Havana... I must get to Havana.
- Edward: Well, I'll just build us another ship, will I?
- Duncan: I can pay you. Isn't that the sound you pirates like best? One hundred escudos.
- Edward: Keep talking.
- Duncan: Will you or won't you!
- Edward: You don't have that gold on you now, do you?
- Duncan: Bloody fucking pirates!
The man attempted to shoot Edward with a flintlock pistol, but failed as the gunpowder was wet.
- Edward: I am on to you, sneaksby!
Duncan ran off into the jungle, and Edward gave chase.
- Edward: Come on, mate! We're off to a bad start! It's a hundred leagues or more to Havana! Will you walk that distance?
Edward climbed onto a view point and looked for the Assassin.
- Edward: Posh git. Where's he running to?
- Duncan: Follow and I'll kill you!
- Edward: We could work together on this!
- Duncan: Keep your distance!
Duncan shot Edward, after which Kenway chased him down and killed him. Among Duncan's possessions, he found a letter addressed from the Governor of Cuba, Laureano de Torres y Ayala.
- Letter: (Mr. Duncan Walpole). I accept your most generous offer, and await your arrival with eagerness. If you truly possess the information we desire, we have the means to reward you handsomely. Though I will not know your face by sight, I believe I can recognize the costume made infamous by your secret order. Therefore, come to Havana in haste... And trust that you shall be welcomed as a brother. (Your most humble servant, Governor Laureano Torres y Ayala.)
Edward donned Duncan's robes.
- Edward: Mr. Walpole... let's collect your reward.
Edward heard shots in the distance, and proceeded to investigate, leading him to a ship.
- Edward: That schooner'll do me just fine...
- Soldier: The Commodore's gone ahead to Kingston. We're to commandeer this lubber's ship and follow.
- Stede: S-sorry, Kingston? No, no... our destination is Havana. I'm just a merchant–
- Soldier: Quiet, you bleedin' pirate! You'll hang for the mess you made out there.
- Stede: Sir, I had nothing to do with this attack. My crew and I had merely anchored to water and resupply!
Some of the crewmen attempted to escape.
- Soldier: Hold it! Stop them!
The crewmen were shot by soldiers.
- Soldier: Give me one reason I shouldn't vent your skull.
- Stede: Take my sugar! Take anything you like!
Edward killed the British soldiers and rescued Stede Bonnet.
- Stede: By God's grace, sir, you saved me. A profusion of thanks!
- Edward: Is that yours?
- Stede: It is my vessel, yes. But, ah... here lies its poor captain. And I have no art for sailing.
- Edward: I can pilot her myself. No mind.
- Stede: You don't mean to abscond with my ship, do you?
- Edward: I'm Duncan. What's your name, friend?
- Stede: Stede. Stede Bonnet.
- Edward: Well Mister Bonnet, let this stay 'twixt us... but I am on a secret errand for His Majesty the King, God save him, and I must get to Havana with speed.
- Stede: Ah... that is a relief, sir. Havana is also my destination. Our ways lie together!
- Edward: Natural allies then.
- Stede: Oh, you put me at ease, sir. To think I took you for a pirate when you first appeared.
- Edward: Did you?
- Stede: Yes! You have an... uncommon way of handling yourself. Quick and easy, if I may say. Gave me quite a fright! But all things considered, I think it's turned out to be a rather fortuitous day, hasn't it?
Edward started swimming towards the ship.
- Stede: Lacking a rowboat, I'm afraid we'll have to swim to my ship.
- Edward: Hardly the worst thing to happen.
- Stede: Oh... Oh, this is difficult. I should have taken the coat off!
Edward took the wheel of the ship.
- Stede: Welcome aboard, Duncan. She's a modest schooner but well-suited to my purpose. Trafficking cargo from my plantation and such.
- Edward: She'll do fine. There's a strong wind now. Let's strike to full, shall we?
- Stede: Ah, there's a tug of the wind at my hair! I find a bracing comfort in the feel and smell of the ocean. The raw stink of... of possibility!
Edward sailed out of the bay.
- Edward: That's a top way of seeing it, mate.
- Stede: We've really opened it up now, haven't we!
- Stede: You're a natural sailor, Duncan.
- Edward: I did a decent trick at the helm some time ago. Two years before the mast as a privateer.
- Stede: Dash my buttons! Your life seems a grand one, if I may say. So full of adventure! How marvelous.
- Edward: I have seen my share of strangeness, aye.
Outcome
Edward assumed the identity of Duncan Walpole, rescued Stede Bonnet and sailed for Havana.
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