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“This raid will make us rich, lads, your pockets will split. But I’ve got to warn ye, and I would be failing my duty as your captain if I did not, that it is indeed a risky venture.”
As Captain Dolzell spoke, Edward's mind drifted towards the bits and bobs he'd picked up about death since his departure from Hatherton in dead of night some months ago. He'd seen his first murder then; Tom Cobleigh, dead on the same night his parents' ewes perished in flames, a hooded assassin-- unconsciousness.
And then the Emperor.
A stabbed man like Cobleigh might escape with some dignity, but a hanged man’s bowels open, he'd found out since then. A pirate’s breeches would be tied at the ankles to stop the shit escaping. Not exactly the way he wanted Caroline to find him, after everything.
He was a privateer now, sailing under Britain's banner. But if he went along with Dolzell's plan, he'd be a pirate - on the wrong side of the law, meant for the noose. No, such things were below his dignity. He'd come by his gold legally. He squared his jaw, and prepared to step forward.
His friend Friday caught him with a surreptitious hand. Not looking at him. Just stopped Edward, right then and there. From the side of his mouth he said, “Wait.”
Five of the crew had shuffled up the deck, good men who wanted no part of any piracy. At a word from the captain the first mate had these five good men thrown overboard.
Right.
Edward'd keep his trap shut.
As the appeals of the men thrown overboard receded behind them, the captain went on to outline his plans for piracy. He didn’t go so far as suggesting they attack the Royal Navy, that would have been suicide; instead he knew of a target to be found in the West Indies. So there, in January 1713, was where the Emperor headed.
[[ getting back on the canon catchup train. taken from the Assassin's Creed: Black Flag novelization. ]]
As Captain Dolzell spoke, Edward's mind drifted towards the bits and bobs he'd picked up about death since his departure from Hatherton in dead of night some months ago. He'd seen his first murder then; Tom Cobleigh, dead on the same night his parents' ewes perished in flames, a hooded assassin-- unconsciousness.
And then the Emperor.
A stabbed man like Cobleigh might escape with some dignity, but a hanged man’s bowels open, he'd found out since then. A pirate’s breeches would be tied at the ankles to stop the shit escaping. Not exactly the way he wanted Caroline to find him, after everything.
He was a privateer now, sailing under Britain's banner. But if he went along with Dolzell's plan, he'd be a pirate - on the wrong side of the law, meant for the noose. No, such things were below his dignity. He'd come by his gold legally. He squared his jaw, and prepared to step forward.
His friend Friday caught him with a surreptitious hand. Not looking at him. Just stopped Edward, right then and there. From the side of his mouth he said, “Wait.”
Five of the crew had shuffled up the deck, good men who wanted no part of any piracy. At a word from the captain the first mate had these five good men thrown overboard.
Right.
Edward'd keep his trap shut.
As the appeals of the men thrown overboard receded behind them, the captain went on to outline his plans for piracy. He didn’t go so far as suggesting they attack the Royal Navy, that would have been suicide; instead he knew of a target to be found in the West Indies. So there, in January 1713, was where the Emperor headed.
[[ getting back on the canon catchup train. taken from the Assassin's Creed: Black Flag novelization. ]]
