Jacob or Evie Frye were tasked with dealing with the templar Samuel Hargrave.
When approaching the target, two conversations could be overheard:
- Hargrave: No exceptions, do you hear? No documentation, no entrance to the port.
- Dock Worker 1: Aye, aye captain!
- Hargrave: This is an important job we have, can’t just have any old riff raff come into our port. You don’t see papers, you throw them overboard, and I don’t want anyone swimming to shore.
- Dock Worker 1: Yes, Sir.
- Dock Worker 2: You think it’s a bit harsh?
- Dock Worker 3: Making’em disappear? I suppose.
- Dock Worker 2: There has to be a more civilized way of dealing with… outsiders.
- Dock Worker 3: I don’t think it’s wise to question Captain Hargrave.
- Dock Worker 2: He seems a bit different than usual, the Captain does.
- Dock Worker 3: How so? I haven’t noticed anything.
- Dock Worker 2: Doesn’t he seem younger to you at all? I don’t think he’s actually Captain Hargrave we’ve always worked for.
- Dock Worker 3: You’ve gone loony, mate. Should I send for bedlam?
Hargrave was killed.