This Tyro Captain

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 Omega.

Description

After having escaped the drastic storms, Edward and Adéwalé decided on what needed to be done with the ship itself.

Dialogue

Edward stood at the ship's helm. Adéwalé walked up the stairs to the quarterdeck.

• 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 leaned back against the quarterdeck railing and crossed his arms.

• Adéwalé: I'll be your quartermaster. Nothing less.
• Edward: All right. And as quartermaster, have you any immediate counsel for this tyro captain?

Adéwalé faced back to sea and leaned his arms on the railing, giving a brief shake of his head.

• 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 place 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 laughed.

• 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, fit 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.

Adéwalé handing Edward a second pistol

• 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 to 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

After discussing the state of the Jackdaw and a brief excursion on Abaco Island, Edward crafted himself a new holster and received a second pistol from Adéwalé. Following this, the pirates set course for Nassau.

Gallery

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  Edward speaking with Adéwalé
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  Adéwalé telling Edward about the state of the ship
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  The Jackdaw heading for the Abaco Island
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  Edward skinning an ocelot
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  Edward telling Adéwalé about Nassau

References

• Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag