Leader:I've a letter of marque here, only one of a different sort, lads. No country or king bids us fight today... it's a secret Order of well-to-do aristocrats who'd pay better than any monarch or governor.
Privateer:Who do you mean, Captain?
Leader:I'd wager he were a Templar, but I can't rightly say, for I only met him once. Be that as it may, his orders are clear and strict, and his pay is frightful good.
Privateer:What's he asking?
Leader:He wants that we should sail to a small village near Yucatán, where we'll find all manner of heathens hopping around in hoods and robes. Says he'll give us a fortune to do any kind of damage we can.
Privateer:That suits me! The natives of these lands never put up no fight we can't manage.
Edward killed the leader and left the bay.
Outcome
Edward completed the contract and received his payment.
[A Proper Shipwright] - [The One With the Gun] - [Plantain!] - [Big Wig]
The Padre
[A Second Chance] - [Loyalty, Discipline, and Courage] - [If Thy Right Hand Offend Thee] - [The Other Cheek]
Tobias Smith
[No Box Dark Enough] - [All Love Must End] - [Very Little, But Something]
A World Without Gold
[That Bastard Maynard] - [Not Even a Real Captain] - [What the Devil!] - [It's a Start] - [I Just Want To Talk] - [Not Our Natural Allies] - [A Cockalorum] - [A World Without Gold]