Proper Defenses 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 Thatch set out to acquire a galleon for Nassau's defense.
Dialogue[]
Edward and Adéwalé met with Thatch and Kidd.
- Thatch: Here's to our pirate republic, lads. We're prosperous and free, and out of the reach of kings, clergy, and debt collectors.
- Kidd: Near five-hundred men now pledge their allegiance to the brethren of the coast in Nassau. Not a bad number.
- Thatch: Truth. Yet we lack sturdy defences. If the King were to attack the town, he'd trample us.
- Edward: Then let us find the Observatory. If it does what these Templars claim, we'll be unbeatable.
- Thatch: Not that twaddle again, Kenway! That's a story for schoolboys. I mean proper defences. Steal a galleon, shift all the guns to one side. Would make a nice ornament for one of our harbours.
- Adéwalé: It will not be easy to steal a full Spanish galleon. Have you one in mind?
- Thatch: I do, sir. And I'll show you. She's a fussock she is. Fat and slow.
Edward and Thatch set out on the Jackdaw to find El Arca del Maestro.
- Thatch: Your Jackdaw handles nice. Pinched her from the Spanish, was it?
- Edward: Aye, in the midst of a hurricane.
- Adéwalé: Just before the treasure fleet was smashed against the shore.
- Thatch: Was the haul aboard as rich as men are saying?
- Edward: A thousand times that. I reckon a million pounds worth of reales were sunk that day.
- Thatch: Devil love a hurricane! Might have a dive there one day. See what we can rummage up.
- Adéwalé: Diving them wrecks would be a nice change of pace for us. No need for violent actions against merchants and such.
- Thatch: Well! That's some soft talk coming from a pirate. And as it happens... I mostly agree. We'll save the clashing of cutlasses for the military, and them that get in our way. Easy as she goes. No telling what you may find out here.
- Adéwalé: Like staring through a waterfall.
- Edward: Don't soil your breeches, lads. I got this.
The Jackdaw tailing El Arca Del Maestro
Edward spotted the galleon and started tailing her.
- Adéwalé: That ship's a monster! Look at the size of her!
- Thatch: Aye. And we'd not last long face to face with her. You hear that, Kenway? Keep your distance, and we'll strike when fortune favors us.
- Edward: Under cover of darkness, most likely.
- Thatch: Aye, it may come to that.
They observed several smaller ships attacking the galleon.
- Thatch: Charles Vane. He's as reckless as they come.
- Edward: An old friend of yours?
- Thatch: Not a man I'd call a friend. But we've been doing this kind of work for so long, I can't help but respect the man.
The galleon fired its mortars, forcing the Jackdaw to evade the fire.
- Thatch: Charles Vane, slinking off with his tail between his legs. That's good news for us.
Several smaller ships showed up to protect the galleon.
- Thatch: Bleeding bastards! We'll have to deal with this skirmish fast. Forget the galleon and send these interlopers to hell.
Edward telling Thatch about Du Casse
Edward sank the Spanish gunboats.
- Edward: She's sailing for that island.
- Thatch: I know the place. A natural stronghold used by a French captain named Du Casse.
- Edward: Julien du Casse? The Templar?
- Thatch: Name's right. Didn't know he had a title.
- Edward: I know the man. And if he sees my ship, he'll know it from his time in Havana. Meaning he may wonder at who's sailing her now. I can't risk that.
- Thatch: And I don't want to lose that galleon. Let's think on it... and maybe wait till it's dark before hopping aboard.
Outcome[]
Edward learned where the galleon made berth, and the identity of its captain, the Templar Julien du Casse.
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