Edward was standing at the gate of the governor's vast mansion, which was surrounded by tall and smooth walls of the mansion, that no man can scale, the iron door was decorated with hand-forged iron flowers, it is away from the hustle and bustle of Havana
He told the sentries, “Good morning. Mr Duncan Walpole of England to see the governor. I believe he is expecting me."
"Yes, Mr Walpole you may enter"
Due to the summer heat, the door creaked open with a sound, Edward entered the door, and there was a path going to a garden decorated with flowers and stone statues carved by hand, Edward saw the sweat and tears of the artist who went into making this status, in this lush garden there was an artificial waterfall, and water was spraying on the plants watering them.
Going past sentries, he picked up bits and pieces of conversation of sentries, in their conversation, they were saying something about asesino which means assassin.
The sentries were whispering to each other about Walpole.
"Can we trust this assassin" seeing terrifying eyes of Edward fall on them first sentries said to the other?
"He is invited by the governor, I hope there will be no accident this time" second sentries said to the other.
Edward walked past those guards comprehending that the Walpole was an assassin, why assassin strike fear in the hearts of these sentries?
He enjoys being a Walpole, he felt liberating to leave Edward Kenway behind, at this time he felt good to say goodbye to his old and embrace his new identity. He liked the robe of Duncan, which gave him protection and status this identity has given him style to compare with noble.
Edward entered the courtyard, which vaguely shows remains of a fort, which represents the history of this place, this was a fortress sometime in vistas, stone walls and shadowy paths were what were left do the fort was built build in the last century, but the courtyard was an oasis for the statues, these things create a unique geometry to this pace, the right word for this is Feng shui as the Chinese call it
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"Sanõr you seem like a gentleman but how come you aquaria the skill of a proficient blacksmith" seeing Andrew pouring the molten metal in the modes perfectly, the Spanish blacksmith asked Andrew.
Andrew came to seek help from a black suit, he want to make a modern bullet, which can fit the barrel of the flintlock, he will be waffling his flintlock barrel, which gave the fired bullet more stability and grant long range to the gun, there is a problem with the flintlock, they are using black gun power which leaves residue in the barrel which shortens the lifespan of the barrel make it weak.
If Andrew can make a smokeless gun power and gun primer, he only needs raw materials and lab equipment to do so.
"Do you know some chemist who makes chemicals amigo here in Havana" Andrew took off sweety gloves and acquire about chemist from the blacksmith
"I heard there was one crazy chemist who invent something explosive but he disappeared no one knew about him ever since then," the locksmith told Andrew about the chemist
"Do you know where he lived?" Andre asked the blacksmith
"I heard from the bartender of El Draggo tavern, he might know, where he lived," blacksmith told what he knew
"Ok I need 8 barrels made by the method, I taught you, I need them by tomorrow," Andrew told the blacksmith
"I will deliver it tomorrow that's for teachings the mathord or senõr" blacksmith respectfully bowed to Andrew as Andrew left
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Meanwhile, Edward was standing a gentleman with born firing his flintlock pistol at dummies made of hay, another gentleman standing beside him, he was praising with a nod of endorsement to the shooter.
The shooter looked annoyed because Edward's interruption. He turned his shoulders, composed himself, squinted along the line of the pistol and squeezed off a shot. The sound rang around the courtyard. Applause came from startled birds.
A tiny wisp of smoke rose from the dead centre of the target. The shooter looked to his companion with a wry smile and received an impressed eyebrow raise in return, this was the vocabulary of the wealthy. Then they turned their attention to me.
Edward said to himself 'You’re Duncan Walpole, I told myself and tried not to wilt beneath their scrutiny. You’re Duncan Walpole. A man of danger. An equal. Here at the invitation of the governor.'
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“Good morning, sir!” The man who had been cleaning the gun smiled broadly. He had long greying hair tied back, and a face that had spent many an hour in the sea breeze. “Would I be correct in thinking you are Duncan Walpole?”
Remembering how Walpole had spoken. Cultured tones. “yes, I am ” he replied, and he sounded so false to his ears that
Edward half expected the gun cleaner to point his pistol straight at him and order the guards to arrest him on the spot.
Instead, the man said, “I thought as much,” and still beaming stepped across the courtyard to offer me a hand that was as hard as oak. “Woodes Rogers. A pleasure.”
Woodes Rogers. Edward heard of him, and the pirate in me paled because Woodes Rogers was the scourge of my kind. A former privateer, he’d since declared hatred of those who turned to piracy and pledged to lead voyages aimed at rooting pirates out. As cancer to both empires as Edward Kenway rogers like to see hanged.
but you’re Duncan Walpole, he told himself and met his eye as he shook his hand firmly. Edwards said to herself 'not a pirate, oh no. perish the thought. An equal. invitation of the governor'
Edward realized that rogers fixed me with a curious gaze. At the same time, he showed a joking half smile, as though Rogers had a thought and wasn’t sure whether to let it go free. “I must say, my wife has a terrible eye for description,” Rogers said, evidently letting his curiosity get the better of him.
“I’m sorry?” Edward was confused
“My wife. You met her some years ago at the Percys’masquerade ball.” Woods Rogers awkwardly told Edward
“Ah, quite . . .” Edward acted as if he was recalling something
“She called you ‘devilishly handsome.’A lie to stoke my jealousy.” Woods Rogers smiled jokingly
Edward laughed as though in on the joke. Should he be offended 'that you didn’t think me devilishly handsome? Or just pleased the conversation had moved on?'
Edwards's eyes on his gun,
"Let me introduce you to" Woods Rogers introduced but was interrupted
"I am Julien DuCasse nice to meet you me Walpole guest of honour" Julien Ducasse shook their hand Edward vigorously "For assassin you are not well equipped like decorated as you are where is your hidden blade" Seeing Edward equipped with only cutlass Julian Ducasse looked at Edward suspiciously
"I was struck by the pirates I bade was damaged beyond repair so I discarded it safely" Edward was coursing Andrew because he took the hidden blade as his prize and he was looking with the edge of his eye and he was looking for an opening to escape and hoping that Julian buy his excuses
"In this case, I have a gift for you" Julian went to a table and open the box placed on the table, he took out the hidden blade from the boxn and gave it to Edward
Edward took at blade, and Edward quickly fasten them inside his sleeve like he saw Andrew doing it before he recalled that Andrew told him that the blade comes out with the flick of the wrists
Edward crossed his hand and with the devilish style of Andrew he drew blades with the flick of his wrist like a veteran assassin
"Duncan let's see how good are you with these guns" Julian Ducasse gave four guns to Edward
Edward took them and fastened the holster on his chest and took out a pistol and shot at the dummy he shoved it into the holster and took out another gun and did the same
After firing all four guns he reloaded them and short at the other four dummies
"Very well, Duncan you are a sharp man with your shorts and as well as your blade. You will be a great assist to the order" Woods Rogers smiled and gave him a node of recognition
"Let go we have created a course for you in light of your arrival so you can enlighten us with methods of execution from your hidden blade" Julian Ducasse smiled and pointed him in the direction of the training grounds
Edward was recalling the Duncan Walpole style and Andrew style, they both fight with awareness of their surroundings, Edward noticed the change in his behaviour of Andrew, he saw Andrew was becoming more and more proactive, he uses his surroundings to his advantage, Andrew becoming bolder and bolder in the art of combat like Duncan
They came to the courtyard beside slave barns various dummies were sanding on various spots "let's see how assassin, how assassins combine the sneaking around and stealth in their combat" Julian Ducasse said and keeping his hand on his gun same said for Rogers
Edward moved forward and plunged his hidden blade into the belly of the dummy, another blade to the neck of the target and took out a knife, he throw it into the next dummy, he quickly climbed on, he jumped on another dummy
"Very well Duncan thank you for showing us your technique," Woods Rogers said as he moved his hand from his pistol and Ducasse gave Edward a big smile
Edward was getting bold in Duncan's disguise and asked Woods Rogers to strick a conversation
“How is your wife these days, Captain Rogers? Is she here in Havana?”
Edward held his breath anticipating Rogers saying to his wife “Yes! Here she is right now! Darling, you remember Duncan Walpole, don’t you?”
Instead, he said, “Oh, no. No, we’ve been separated these two years past.” Rogers said while missing his wife.
“Sorry to hear that,” Edward said, thinking what excellent news it was. “I trust she is well,” he went on.
hearing this Edward also thought about Caroline, he is doing all of this to earn a fortune and prove himself worthy to be caroline's husband.
“but . . . I wouldn’t know. I have been in Madagascar some fourteen months, hunting pirates.” Rogers said and flicking his hair back
Edward heard the pirates of Madagascar. “You mean Libertalia, the pirate town?” That was Libertalia in Madagascar. According to legend, Captain William Kidd had stopped there in 1697 and ended up leaving with only half his crew, the rest of them seduced by the lifestyle of a pirate utopia where the motto was “for God and liberty,” with the emphasis on liberty. Where they spared the lives of prisoners, kept killing to a minimum, and shared all the spoils fairly, no matter your rank or standing. It sounded too good to be true, and there were plenty who thought it was a mythical place
Rogers was laughing. “What I saw in Madagascar was little more than the aftermath of a sad orgy. Aruffians’squat. Even the feral dogs seemed ashamed of their condition. As for the twenty or thirty men living there, I cannot say they were ragged since most wore no clothes at all.”