1716 – 1722
Edward traveled to Dry Tortuga.
- Agent: (Do you ever think about the very bottom of the sea, mate?)
- Guard 1: (Aye. Some nights, I can barely sleep for imagining all them kraken down there in the inky depths. Gripping their prey in their tentacles, slowly digesting whole ships, crew and all...)
- Guard 2: (I just meant treasure, mate. I'd look out if I were you.)
- Agent: (I sent over a cart of Madeira wine and they thought nothing of it. Mark my words, they will be plenty drunk before long. Then, we attack. All we need do is bide our time, and the fort will easily return to our control.)
Edward killed the agent and left the fort.
Edward completed the contract and received his payment.