...And My Sugar?

...And My Sugar? was a virtual representation of one of Edward Kenway's genetic memories, relived by a research analyst at Abstergo Entertainment through the Animus.

Description
Returning from the fight in the bar, Edward finds that his maps have been taken by the Spanish soldiers, and he sets out to retrieve them.

Dialogue
Edward returned to Stede Bonnet. Edward and Stede followed to Spanish guards. Edward eavesdropped on a conversation. Edward tailed Captain Mendoza and stole his key, after which he snuck into the fort lockup and retrieved his maps. He then returned to Stede Bonnet.
 * Edward: Sorry about the swift exit. Bit of a misunderstanding.
 * Stede: One heaped upon another.
 * Edward: Ah, Jaysus. I'm sorry mate, this is my doing. I'm only trying to keep these Spanish eyes off me.
 * Stede: Oh, it's no bother. Regrettably, these soldiers confiscated my sugar. And your dispatches.
 * Edward: Damn! And where've they gone?
 * Stede: I haven't the foggiest idea, I'm afraid. I suspect those chaps might but my Spanish is (very evil), so I'd- I'd rather not ask.
 * Edward: Shit. All right. Come on, let's follow 'em and recover my maps.
 * Stede: And my sugar?
 * Edward: What in my drawers? We'll see what happens.
 * Stede: You don't mind me tagging along, do you?
 * Edward: Not if you keep quiet and stay out of sight. Bonnet!
 * Stede: I believe I'm getting the hang of this!
 * Edward: Quiet!
 * Stede: I fear they're on to us!
 * Edward: Hang back!
 * Stede: Oh. Perhaps we should split up to confuse them.
 * Edward: It's the best idea you've had today.
 * Merchant: (Hello, sirs). You're late.
 * Soldier: Yes sir. (Yes), We are very sorry. Our Captain delayed us.
 * Merchant: This would be Captain Mendoza?
 * Soldier: Yes, Sir. He is very excited to meet you. Only he must be present for a... a... a hanging, (sir.)
 * Merchant: Hanging? Ah... love a good hanging!
 * Soldier: Yes, very nice. If we hear the bell we may go, if you like!
 * Merchant: I'd love too. Especially, if Captain Mendoza is pulling the trap. The man owes me money for the slaves I sold him.
 * Merchant: How long will this hanging take, Man? I don't mean to hang about all day for the captain.
 * Soldier: Quick as anything, sir. Captain Mendoza needs only to hang the man, then he will deliver your payment.
 * Merchant: I don't want reales, mind. I want goods. Things I can sell. Tobacco. Rum. Sugar.
 * Soldier: (Yes, Yes!) We have much fine sugar. Crates we took off a fat Englishman last night.
 * Merchant: Englishman?
 * Soldier: (Yes.) Sugar from Barbados. Very fine. We hold it in the Castilio after the man started the fight last night. He ran, left his sugar behind. Very fine.
 * Merchant: Well that's a start. Shall I accompany him to the Castilio?
 * Soldier: No sir. Captain Mendoza will have it sent to you, I believe. You will see.
 * Merchant: Good lord! Is that big brute your Captain Mendoza?
 * Soldier: No sir. He is El Tiburón. El Tiburón Governor Torres' man.
 * Edward: Sorry about the sugar. I've only one pair of hands.
 * Stede: Oh, it's no great loss. Uh, I've got a... plenty of cargo here to make a profit of my trip.
 * Edward: Will you stay here long?
 * Stede: For a few weeks, yes. Then back to Barbados, to the tedium of domesticity.
 * Edward: Don't settle for tedium. Sail for Nassau. Live life as you see fit.
 * Stede: Haven't I heard that Nassau is crawling with pirates? Seems a very tawdry place.
 * Edward: Not tawdry. Liberated.
 * Stede: Oh, God, that would be an adventure. But no, no... I'm a husband and a father, I have responsibilities. Life can't be all pleasure and distraction, Duncan.
 * Edward: Hey, ah, Bonnet. The name's Edward, in truth. Duncan's only a handle.
 * Stede: Ah... a secret name for your secret meeting with the governor.
 * Edward: The governor, right. I think I've kept him waiting long enough.

Outcome
Edward recovered his maps and made for the governor.