A Governor No Longer

A Governor No Longer 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, now supporting the Assassins, set out to assassinate Woodes Rogers.

Dialogue
Edward arrived in Kingston and met with the bureau leader. Edward set out to find and tail the Italian diplomat. Edward killed the man and took his clothes, after which he made his way to the party. Edwars stabbed Rogers. Edward escaped the area.
 * Edward: I know my targets by sight well enough. But how will I find them?
 * Ah Tabai: We have spies and informants in every city. Visit our bureaus, and the Assassins there will guide you.
 * Edward: That fixes Torres and Rogers... but Bartholomew Roberts won't be near any city. Might take months to find him.
 * Ah Tabai: Or years. But you are a man of talent and quality, captain Kenway. I believe you will find him.
 * Adéwalé: And if you're at a loss, do not be afraid to call on your quartermaster for aid.
 * Edward: Quartermaster. What's our present course?
 * Anne: Due west, captain. If it's still Kingston we're sailing for.
 * Edward: It is indeed, Miss Bonny. Call it out.
 * Anne: Weigh anchor and let fall the courses, lads! We're sailing for Jamaica!
 * Edward: How does it feel to bark so load?
 * Anne: I've barked louder, and to men twice as rough.
 * Edward: Tending bar at the old avery, you mean?
 * Anne: Among other places. And I sailed with Mary and Rackham for a time, remember?
 * Edward: Of course.
 * Anne: Mary did most of the captaining. Jack did most of the drinking.
 * Edward: Did Mary... did she ever tell you who it was that fathered her child?
 * Anne: It was a young fella. Sailed with us on that last voyage. Poor lad was killed fighting beside us. The only man not too drunk to stand up for himself.
 * Edward: There was so much about her I didn't know. I called her a friend. But was I one in return?
 * Anne: She thought the world of you, Edward. Have no worries about that.
 * Edward: Well, that's good to hear.
 * Anto: Captain Kenway.
 * Edward: You have something for me?
 * Anto: The present whereabouts of the Templar Woodes Rogers. He's attending a small political function, so do it clean.
 * Edward: The word is King George is calling Rogers back to London.
 * Anto: Aye, not happy with his progress in Nassau.
 * Anne: Still too many pirates roaming about, from what I hear.
 * Anto: You'll need a disguise to fool the powderheads at this party. I suggest the visiting diplomat, Ruggiero Ferraro. He's been on our lists for some time.
 * Edward: Understood. Will you send this to England for me?
 * Anto: Aye. A ship leaves tomorrow.
 * Edward: Caroline Scott Kenway. Hawkin's Lane, Bristol.
 * Ferraro: Stop pesting me, English dogs! Are you my escorts or my captors! We'll go when I'm damned good and ready! (Very well) I am ready. We go. There is no beauty to this city. No expression of joy. No aesthetic plan! Ugh. You walk your streets like animals! Like cattle with no sense of decorum! Idiots! You're all idiots! How you English believe you can subdue the world is beyond me! Ah! Praise God for imported wines. Who can drink rum more than once a month? (My God)! It is revolting. Bastardo! Now I am lost! How preposterous this city is! All straight lines and rigid blocks, and still no sense of order! Oh, how I miss the warm and winding streets of Firenze. How I miss culture! Damn this sweltering hear. Another quaff, I think. Ah! That hits the right note. Mm... Sangiovese, the finest grape in the world.
 * Edward: (Hello.) Forgive the lateness of my arrival. I am Ruggiero Ferraro.
 * Soldier: Aye, Mister Ferraro. Not a problem.
 * Rogers: Ladies and gentlemen, a toast to my brief tenure as governor of the Bahamas! For, under my watch, no less than three-hundred avowed pirates took the King's Pardon and swore fealty to the crown! And yet, for all my successes, his Majesty has seen fit to sack me! And call me home to England. Brilliant! God bless the fucker! Therefore, hooray! Hooray for the ignoble and ignorant prigs who rule the world with sticks up their arses! Hooray! Thank you for hosting my little send-off, Simpkins. I haven't been too rambunctions, have I?
 * Simpkins: A little free with your speech today, but nothing to be hanged for.
 * Rogers: Why, then how's this: soon all the monarchies of the world will be obsolete. And when that day comes, men like Torres and myself will reveal ourselves as the architects of their undoing.
 * Simpkins: Oh, christ, Rogers. You're a bold one.
 * Lady: And how is Missus Rogers these days?
 * Rogers: I haven't the faintest idea, and I don't intend to inquire any further. We separated almost five years ago, and both our lives have been the better for it.
 * Lady: Forgive my curiosity, governor.
 * Rogers: Perhaps I'll be more candid later, when the remainder of my reason has left me.
 * Edward: You was a privateer once. How is it you lack so much respect for sailors only trying to make their way in this world?
 * Rogers: You couldn't possible understand my motives, cretin! You, who've spent a whole lifetime dismantling everything that makes our civilization shine.
 * Edward: But I do understand. I've seen the Observatory, and I know its power. You'd use that device to spy and blackmail and sabotage.
 * Rogers: Yes, and yet all for a greater purpose. To ensure justice. To snuff out lies and to seek truth.
 * Edward: There's no man on Earth who needs that power.
 * Rogers: Yet you suffer the outlaw Roberts to use it!
 * Edward: No. I'm taking it back. And if you tell me where he is, I'll stop the man.
 * Rogers: Here at the edge of a blade, I find a friend in you at last! Principé, you mad bastard. Our best sources say Principé...
 * Edward: It's done.
 * Anne: Where now?
 * Edward: Grab your kit and pack well. We're sailing for Africa.

Outcome
Edward attempted to assassinate Woodes Rogers, but he survived his wounds.

Reference

 * Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag