The Treasure Fleet
The Treasure Fleet was a virtual representation of one of Edward Kenway's genetic memories, relived by a research analyst at Abstergo Entertainment through the Animus.
Description
Locked up in the hold of a treasure ship, Edward and a fellow prisoner, Adéwalé, work together to escape.
Dialogue
- Soldier: (Supper. Eat it fast.)
- Edward: You hungry?
Together, Edward and Adéwalé escaped the bilboes.
- Edward: Now what's your plan, mate?
- Adéwalé: Find my weapon and steal a ship.
- Soldier: (God help us. I don't like the look of that storm coming.)
- Soldier: (It looks like it's veering west, into the gulf. We might be safe.)
Edward and Adéwalé reached their weapons.
- Edward: Christ, the seas are uneasy today.
- Adéwalé: Hurricane coming!
- Edward: Hurricane? Jaysus.
- Adéwalé: We're stealing a brig. Hey, take what you need!
- Edward: Won't be a minute.
- Adéwalé: There's many prisoners held on these ships. Set them free, and they'll sail with us, no question.
- Edward: So that's the idea then? Free what men we can, then find a fast ship to flee in?
- Adéwalé: Aye. There's a brig in this fleet. I'll make my way to it.
Edward saved the first group of prisoners.
- Edward: There's a catch to this favor. You're sailing with me.
- Prisoner: I'd follow you to hell for this, mate!
Edward saved another group of prisoners.
- Edward: Come on, lads! If we're to drown today, it won't be here!
- Soldier: (Make ready to leave! That storm's nearly upon us!)
- Soldier: (What of the prisoners?)
Edward saved another group.
- Edward: There's a brig nearby just waiting for us to take her.
Edward saved the last group of prisoners.
- Edward: We're going topside. Be ready.
Edward then killed the brig's captain.
- Edward: Lay aboard, lads!
- Adéwalé: Save your singing for davy Jones, you Jagabats! It's a hard wind coming!
- Edward: The man speaks true! You lot weigh anchor. As for the rest, half on the foremast and half at the main! Let's outrun this hurricane!
Edward then started his attempt to escape the hurricane.
- Edward: Keep watch on those galleons! See they don't give us trouble.
- Adéwalé: They won't. Far too slow for this weather.
- Edward: Bark any orders you think wise, mate. We're up against it here!
- Adéwalé: These men know their place. They'll see us home. Look out man!
- Edward: I see it!
- Adéwalé: Waterspout! Steer clear of that thing!
Edward and his crew managed to escape from the treasure fleet and the storm.
- Crew: Godfrey Lijah, we made it!
- Crew: Oh what a mess! Jaysus.
- Edward: By God, we pulled this one straight from the Teeth of Neptune... I'm Edward. Much thanks for your aid back there.
- Adéwalé: Adéwale.
- Edward: Ever been to Nassau, Adéwalé?
- Adéwalé: Not yet.
- Edward: By God, she took some knocks, didn't she? I think I'll keep her. All hands aft, lads! We're taking this one home!
Outcome
Edward and Adéwalé managed to escape, and Edward decided to keep the brig they used.