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"I took a deep breath. I thought of my mother asking me how many I'd killed. I thought of Black Bart's cruelty. I thought of Mary Read's spirit and Adewalé's courage and Blackbeard's generosity.
And I thought of you. Torres had been wrong when he said I had nobody. I did have somebody. I had you. You, who shone with hope.
"Today I should like to make you an offer, Captain Kenway," continued Walpole. "An offer I hope you will find favorable, that will finally draw a curtain across this whole story affair."
He outlined his proposals. I listened. When he was finished, I told him my answer and dropped the torch.

Except, of course, I dropped it into the sea.
Because he offered pardons for my men and me, and I saw their faces turn expectantly to me, every one of them a wanted man with the chance of having his slate wiped clean. He offered us all, every man-jack of us, a new life.
And Walpole had offered much more besides. Property. The chance to make something of myself, with business contacts in London. When I'd finally climbed down from the rigging, the soldiers had put down their muskets and the crew of the Jackdaw relaxed; when Matthew Hague had been released and run to his father and offered me tearful apologies, Walpole took my arm and led me away, speaking of who I would be introduced to in London: the Stephenson-Oakley family , a lawyer, and assistant by the name of Birch to help me in my new business dealings.
My mercy would be handsomely rewarded, he assured me. In return he would see to it that I became the man I always wanted to be: a man of quality.
Of course, I had since gained greater expecting of myself. But money, business and a house in London would be a fine foundation on which to build a new and richer life. A fine foundation indeed.
A place I could use to attend to my other business. My Assassin business.
Shall we go, my darling? Shall we set sail for London?"

The last scene from Assassin's Creed: Black Flag

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"I took a deep breath. I thought of my mother asking me how many I'd killed. I thought of Black Bart's cruelty. I thought of Mary Read's spirit and Adewalé's courage and Blackbeard's generosity.
And I thought of you. Torres had been wrong when he said I had nobody. I did have somebody. I had you. You, who shone with hope.
"Today I should like to make you an offer, Captain Kenway," continued Walpole. "An offer I hope you will find favorable, that will finally draw a curtain across this whole story affair."
He outlined his proposals. I listened. When he was finished, I told him my answer and dropped the torch.

Except, of course, I dropped it into the sea.
Because he offered pardons for my men and me, and I saw their faces turn expectantly to me, every one of them a wanted man with the chance of having his slate wiped clean. He offered us all, every man-jack of us, a new life.
And Walpole had offered much more besides. Property. The chance to make something of myself, with business contacts in London. When I'd finally climbed down from the rigging, the soldiers had put down their muskets and the crew of the Jackdaw relaxed; when Matthew Hague had been released and run to his father and offered me tearful apologies, Walpole took my arm and led me away, speaking of who I would be introduced to in London: the Stephenson-Oakley family , a lawyer, and assistant by the name of Birch to help me in my new business dealings.
My mercy would be handsomely rewarded, he assured me. In return he would see to it that I became the man I always wanted to be: a man of quality.
Of course, I had since gained greater expecting of myself. But money, business and a house in London would be a fine foundation on which to build a new and richer life. A fine foundation indeed.
A place I could use to attend to my other business. My Assassin business.
Shall we go, my darling? Shall we set sail for London?"

The last scene from Assassin's Creed: Black Flag