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- Edward 'Blackbeard' Thatch: Are you not loved at home? Are you not wanted by your wives and families and countrymen? How else to explain your government's complete disinterest in your well-being? Hostages for medicines, these were my only terms! And yet, six days of pure fucking silence! So I must conclude that you men are the pariahs of Charles-Towne, and I would profit better by using your organs for chum and your bones for char!
- Ah Tabai: And what do you think of our Creed?
- Edward Kenway: It's hard to say. For if Nothing is true, then why believe anything? And if everything is permitted... why not chase every desire?
- Ah Tabai: Why indeed?
- Edward Kenway: It might be that this idea is only the beginning of Wisdom, and not its final form.
- Ah Tabai: That's quite a step up from the Edward I met here many years ago.
- Edward Kenway: For years I've been rushing around, taking whatever I fancied, not giving a tinker's curse for those I hurt. Yet here I am... with riches and reputation, feeling no wiser than when I left home. Yet when I turn around, and look at the course I've run... there's not a man or woman that I love left standing beside me.
- Edward Kenway: What the hell happened here?
- Adéwalé: You happened here, Edward. The damage you caused six years ago has not been undone.
- Edward Kenway: I'm not an easy man to call a friend, am I?
- Edward 'Blackbeard' Thatch: Caution's nothing without charisma! For if a man plays the fool, then it's only fools he'll persuade. But appear to be the devil, and all men will submit.
- Edward 'Blackbeard' Thatch: Are you not loved at home? Are you not wanted by your wives and families and countrymen? How else to explain your government's complete disinterest in your well-being? Hostages for medicines, these were my only terms! And yet, six days of pure fucking silence! So I must conclude that you men are the pariahs of Charles-Towne, and I would profit better by using your organs for chum and your bones for char!
- Bartholomew Roberts: Remember my creed, boy? A short life and a merry one. That is all. The world owes us nothing more than this. So take what you will, and then die before you live to see yourself made a fool.
- Mary Read: We're Assassins and we follow a creed, aye. But it does not command us to act or submit - only to be wise.
- Edward Kenway: Oh, do tell. I'd love to hear it.
- Mary Read: Nothing is true. Everything is permitted. This is the world's only certainty.
- Edward Kenway: Everything is permitted? I like the sound of that. Thinking what I like and acting how I please.
- Mary Read: You parrot the words, but you do not understand them.
- Edward Kenway: Is this my reward for believing the best about men? For thinking that a bilge rat like you could muster up some fucking sense, once in a while? Maybe Hornigold was right. Maybe the world does need men of ambition to stop the likes of you from mucking it all up.
- Charles Vane: Or maybe you just don't have the stones to live with no regrets.
- Edward Kenway: Don't save me a spot in hell, shanker. I ain't coming soon.
- Edward 'Blackbeard' Thatch: It's all a big show. Give your quarry something to fear, some hellish thing from a fever dream, and men will drop to their knees pleading for their Lord before all else!
- Bartholomew Roberts: Ah... all Men desire to live by a Code, or a Creed, yes? Yet when pressed, most defer to their instincts rather than the Laws that bind them. But what is the appeal of a creed if it does not yoke all men to like behaviour?
- Edward Kenway: Might make a man feel like... he belongs to something. What's your answer?
- Bartholomew Roberts: Ah... that all Men are sheep. And that an old wolf like me deserves every ounce of blood he draws.
- Bartholomew Roberts: I have been among you six weeks, and in that time I have adopted your outlook as my own, and with so fierce a conviction that it may frighten you to see your passions reflected from me in a stark a light. But... if it's a captain you see in me now, aye then... I'll be your bloody captain! For I have dipped my hands in muddied waters, and withdrawing them find 'tis better to be a commander than a common man!
- Edward Kenway: Jesus! You've lost your head, man!
- Charles Vane: It's a fair exchange for finding these flintlocks and grenadoes!
- Edward Kenway: Listen Vane! We could hunt with those guns!
- Charles Vane: And I mean to! You and your bloody fairy stories got us into this mess, Kenway. And I'll be damned if I let you drag me into another!
- Benjamin Hornigold: We had here a rare opportunity; a chance to take something base and shape it into a government, made and maintained by men of vision. But in two years we pissed it away. I won't make that mistake again.
- Bartholomew Roberts: In all your years out here, you could never achieve what I have done in one-fifth the time. Because you are a good man, Edward. See? Goodness is your disease...
- Benjamin Hornigold: When I look on the fruits of our years of labor, all I see is sickness, idleness, and idiocy.
- Edward 'Blackbeard' Thatch: Not a sunbeam of difference between here and London, then.
- Laureano Torres y Ayala: Convened at last. And in such continental company... England, France, Spain... Citizens of sad and corrupt empires. But you are Templars now. The secret and true legislators of the world. Please, hold out your hands. Mark and remember our purpose. To guide all wayward souls 'til they reach a quiet road. To guide all wayward desire 'til impassioned hearts are cooled. To guide all wayward minds to safe and sober thought. By the Father of Understanding's Light, let our work now begin.
- Wooden Rogers: Aesop once wrote of an eagle, soaring high above a shepherd's field, that swooped down on powerful wings to seize a grazing lamb and carry it off to her nest. Flying close by, a jackdaw saw the deed, and it filled his head with the idea that he too was just as strong and capable. So with a great flapping and rustling of feathers, the jackdaw came down swiftly and clutched at the coat of a large ram. But when he tried to fly away, he found he could not lift the animal, for his size and strength were not up to the task. And even as the jackdaw struggled, the ram hardly noticed he was there. Nearby, just across the field, the shepherd saw the fluttering bird and was quite amused. Running up, he captured the jackdaw and clipped its wings. That evening he gave the jackdaw to his children as a gift. "What an odd little bird this is, father!" they laughed and shouted. "What do you call him?" "This is a jackdaw," the father said. "But if you should ask him, he would claim to be an eagle."
- [after the successful raid on Charles Towne]
- Edward Kenway: We should quit these waters, Thatch. The governor is bound to muster more soldiers.
- Edward 'Blackbeard' Thatch: Nah, you go on ahead. I... I got some... business in the north.
- Edward Kenway: You're done, aren't you? Giving up on us? On Nassau?
- Edward 'Blackbeard' Thatch: Look, lad. I'm late into my fourth decade on this earth. And if I don't find some means to make the fifth a quiet and cozy voyage, I'd rather sink to the Devil's doorstep than call myself cap'n another year.
- [Edward doesn't answer]
- Edward 'Blackbeard' Thatch: Ah, we'll meet again, lad. In this world... or the one below.
- Edward 'Blackbeard' Thatch: We fly no colours out here, but praise the lack of 'em. So let the black flag signal nothing but your allegiance to man's natural freedoms.
- Charles Vane: I'll gut you, Jack Rackham! I'll open you up, I'll tear out your organs, and string a bloody lute with 'em!
- Edward Kenway: Stop your goddamn howling, Vane! There's no bloody use!
- Charles Vane: Well, well! The fearsome Edward Kenway speaks, eh? Pray tell us, captain, how to quit this predicament! And tell us what genius you have for sailing a boat with no sails and no rudder!
- Edward Kenway: SHUT YOUR GOB!
- [Edward has just come back up from diving a shipwreck while looking for medicine]
- Edward 'Blackbeard' Thatch: Ahoy! Any luck?
- Edward Kenway: I found one crate hidden beneath a school of sharks. Sadly, the elixir inside is...
- [he produces a bottle and pours out a foul green liquid]
- Edward Kenway: ... quite spoilt.
- Edward 'Blackbeard' Thatch: Plague and perish! Will we steal medicines now?
- Edward Kenway: Remember the pardon, Thatch. We're to be subtle.
- Edward 'Blackbeard' Thatch: Says Hornigold, a pirate now too proud to call himself one!
- Edward Kenway: Ah, he prefers caution to cannons.
- Edward 'Blackbeard' Thatch: Caution's nothin' without charisma! For if a man plays the fool, then it's only fools he'll persuade. But appear to be the Devil... and all men will submit.
- Edward Kenway: And would you be the Devil?
- [Thatch dons a hat with smoldering matches tucked into it and smiles wolfishly]
- Edward 'Blackbeard' Thatch: For an audience, aye. It's all a big show.
- [he turns to Bonnet, towering over him, his voice a fierce growl and his appearance terrifying]
- Edward 'Blackbeard' Thatch: Give your quarry something to fear... some hellish thing from a fever dream... and men will drop to their knees, pleadin' for their Lord before aught else!
- Stede Bonnet: [cowering in terror] Oh, God...
- Edward Kenway: [amused] Looks fine.
- Edward 'Blackbeard' Thatch: [in a normal voice] 'Course it does. If you can find a quiet way to acquire medicines, tell me soon. Otherwise, I'll handle it meself.
- Tavern Patron #1: Fancy meetin' a Welshman deep in dago country. I'm English meself. Bidin' my time 'til the next war calls me to service.
- Edward Kenway: Lucky King George, havin' a pisspot like you flyin' his flag.
- Tavern Patron #1: Oi! Skulk! I seen your face before! You's mates with them pirates down in Nassau!
- Edward Kenway: Shut your fucking gob or I'll fill it with shot, you hear me?
- Tavern Patron #1: [laughing] Edward, is it?
- [he pulls Edward's hood off, but Edward headbutts him and body-slams him through a table]
- Tavern Patron #2: You bastard!
- Edward Kenway: Hey, I warned him!
- [a huge fight breaks out]