The Observatory

The Observatory 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 and the Sage Roberts finally enter the Observatory, where Edward finds an unpleasant surprise.

Dialogue
Edward made his way through the jungle and caves, reaching a strange building. Roberts shot his crew members. Roberts activated the device. Roberts pushed Edward off a cliff. Edward escaped from the Observatory and arrived at the beach, though severely injured.
 * Roberts: Is that pirate hunter dead?
 * Edward: Aye. By my own hand. Why is it you alone can find what so many want?
 * Roberts: I was born with memories of this place. Memories of another time entirely, I think. Like a... like another life I have already led.
 * Edward: Curse you for a lurch, man, and speak some sense.
 * Roberts: Not today. After you captain. The path ahead is dangerous. The men native to this land will put up a fight, Edward. Are you willing to push back if necessary? To kill if needed?
 * Roberts: ...and the door opens, after almost eighty-thousand years.
 * Edward: Jaysus Roberts! Have you gone mad?
 * Roberts: Quite the contrary, Edward. These wags would have gone mad at seeing what lies beyond this gate. But you, ah... I suspect you're made of sterner stuff. Now, pick up that chest, and carry it hither. Dirty and decrepit. Not quite as I remember. But it has been over 80 millennia.
 * Edward: Oh rot. That's impossible.
 * Roberts: Step as if on thin ice, captain. I must say, I am quite taken by this new vocation of mine. And it may amuse you to know that I have authored my own articles of conduct.
 * Edward: A creed of your own, eh?
 * Roberts: To keep the peace, yes. I forbid all gambling upon the deck, for instance, for it leads to more conflict than camaraderie. Desertion during battle is forbidden. And I require that all men keep their pieces and cutlasses clean and fit for service at all times...
 * Edward: Sensible.
 * Roberts: And punishable by death if disobeyed.
 * Edward: That's a step further than I'd go. Look at this place!
 * Roberts: Beautiful, isn't it?
 * Edward: Aye. Like something out of a fairy tale, or one of them old poems.
 * Roberts: There were many stories about this place once. Tales that turned into rumours, and again into legend. The inevitable process of facts becoming fictions, before fading away entirely.
 * Edward: More blood vials.
 * Roberts: Yes. These cubes contain the blood of an old and ancient people. A wonderful race, in their time.
 * Edward: The more you talk, man, the less I understand.
 * Roberts: I don't expect you to. Only remember this; the blood in those vials is not worth a single reale to anyone anymore. It may be again, one day. But not in this epoch. Here we are. Place the chest just there.
 * Edward: What's that noise?
 * Roberts: Ah yes. A security measure. Just a moment. There we are.
 * Edward: So what is this place?
 * Roberts: Think of it as a large spyglass, such as we sailors carry. A device capable of seeing great distances.
 * Edward: This is bloody witchcraft.
 * Roberts: No. This is mister Jack Rackham. Somewhere in the world, at this moment.
 * Edward: Nassau. This is happening right now? We're seeing through his eyes?
 * Roberts: Aye.
 * Anne: I don't know, Jim. I haven't the faintest idea how to pilot a ship. That ain't work a woman does.
 * Mary: Tosh! I've seen a score of ladies who can reef a sail and spin a capstan.
 * Anne: And would you teach me to fight? With a cutlass, like? And maybe handle a pistol?
 * Mary: All that and more. But you have to want it. And work for it. There's no stumbling into true success.
 * Rackham: Oy! Lad! That's my lass you're making love to! You lay off or I'll cut ya!
 * Mary: Up your arse, Rackham. Lad is the last thing you should be calling me.
 * Rackham: Oh! Oh, is that right, is it? LAD!
 * Roberts: A curious bunch. Let's try another. Governor Woodes Rogers.
 * Rogers: You have a bold idea. But I must think it carefully through.
 * Torres: A simple pledge of loyalty is all you need suggest to the House of Commons. An oath, a gesture, and a simple ceremonial dram of blood taken from the finger. That's all.
 * Rogers: The ministers may give me trouble, but it should be easy enough to convince the House of Lords. They do adore an excess of pomp and circumstance.
 * Torres: Exactly. Tell them it's a show of fealty to the king... against those revolting Jacobites. 
 * Rogers: Yes. Indeed.
 * Roberts: Ah, these Templars.
 * Torres: The crucial detail is the blood. You must get a sample from each man. We want to be ready when we find the Observatory.
 * Rogers: Agreed.
 * Roberts: A precious tool, you see?
 * Edward: Sorcery. That's what it is.
 * Roberts: Not so. Every mechanism that gives this device its light is a true and physical thing. Ancient yes, but nothing supernatural or strange.
 * Edward: We'll be masters of the ocean with that.
 * Roberts: Oh... Such ambition.
 * Roberts: There's nothing in my code about loyalty, boy! You played your role, but our partnership is done!
 * Edward: You're a dead man, Roberts!
 * Edward: Roberts!
 * Roberts: Oh, your Jackdaw has flown, Edward, eh? That's the beauty of a democracy... the many outvote the one. Aye, you could sail with me, but... with a temper as hot as yours, I fear you'd burn us all to cinders. Luckily, I know the king's bounty on your head is a large one. And I... intend to collect. Have you... have you ever seen the inside of a Jamaican prison, boy? Have you?

Outcome
Edward was betrayed by Roberts, and arrested by the British navy.

Reference

 * Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag