Edward returned to Stede Bonnet.
- Edward: Sorry about the swift exit. Bit of a misunderstanding.
- Stede: One heaped upon another.
- Edward: Ah, Jaysus. I'm sorry mate, this is my doing. I'm only trying to keep these Spanish eyes off me.
- Stede: Oh, it's no bother. Regrettably, these soldiers confiscated my sugar. And your dispatches.
- Edward: Damn! And where've they gone?
- Stede: I haven't the foggiest idea, I'm afraid. I suspect those chaps might but my Spanish is (very evil), so I'd- I'd rather not ask.
- Edward: Shit. All right. Come on, let's follow 'em and recover my maps.
- Stede: And my sugar?
- Edward: What in my drawers? We'll see what happens.
Edward and Stede followed to Spanish guards.
- Stede: You don't mind me tagging along, do you?
- Edward: Not if you keep quiet and stay out of sight. Bonnet!
- Stede: I believe I'm getting the hang of this!
- Edward: Quiet!
- Stede: I fear they're on to us!
- Edward: Hang back!
- Stede: Oh. Perhaps we should split up to confuse them.
- Edward: It's the best idea you've had today.
- Merchant: (Hello, sirs). You're late.
- Soldier: Yes sir. (Yes), We are very sorry. Our Captain delayed us.
- Merchant: This would be Captain Mendoza?
- Soldier: Yes, Sir. He is very excited to meet you. Only he must be present for a... a... a hanging, (sir.)
- Merchant: Hanging? Ah... love a good hanging!
- Soldier: Yes, very nice. If we hear the bell we may go, if you like!
- Merchant: I'd love to. Especially, if Captain Mendoza is pulling the trap. The man owes me money for the slaves I sold him.
- Soldier: Of course, Sir. Captain Mendoza is happy to pay you. We have goods to sell. Sugars and such.
- Merchant: Excellent.
- Soldier: The bell, Señor! The hanging will be started soon!
- Merchant: Well, let's not dilly-dally!
- Soldier: Yes, Sir. We go!
Edward eavesdropped on a conversation.
- Merchant: How long will this hanging take, man? I don't mean to hang about all day for the captain.
- Soldier: Quick as anything, sir. Captain Mendoza needs only to hang the man, then he will deliver your payment.
- Merchant: I don't want reales, mind. I want goods. Things I can sell. Tobacco. Rum. Sugar.
- Soldier: (Yes, Yes!) We have much fine sugar. Crates we took off a fat Englishman last night.
- Merchant: Englishman?
- Soldier: (Yes.) Sugar from Barbados. Very fine. We hold it in the Castillo after the man started the fight last night. He ran, left his sugar behind. Very fine.
- Merchant: Well that's a start. Shall I accompany him to the Castillo?
- Soldier: No sir. Captain Mendoza will have it sent to you, I believe. You will see.
- Merchant: Good lord! Is that big brute your Captain Mendoza?
- Soldier: No sir. He is El Tiburón. El Tiburón Governor Torres' man.
Edward tailed Captain Mendoza and stole his key, after which he snuck into the fort lockup and retrieved his maps. He then returned to Stede Bonnet.
- Edward: Sorry about the sugar. I've only one pair of hands.
- Stede: Oh, it's no great loss. Uh, I've got a... plenty of cargo here to make a profit of my trip.
- Edward: Will you stay here long?
- Stede: For a few weeks, yes. Then back to Barbados, to the tedium of domesticity.
- Edward: Don't settle for tedium. Sail for Nassau. Live life as you see fit.
- Stede: Haven't I heard that Nassau is crawling with pirates? Seems a very tawdry place.
- Edward: Not tawdry. Liberated.
- Stede: Oh, God, that would be an adventure. But no, no... I'm a husband and a father, I have responsibilities. Life can't be all pleasure and distraction, Duncan.
- Edward: Hey, ah, Bonnet. The name's Edward, in truth. Duncan's only a handle.
- Stede: Ah... a secret name for your secret meeting with the governor.
- Edward: The governor, right. I think I've kept him waiting long enough.
Edward recovered the maps and the blood vial from the fort.