Cannon fire mixed with thunder and the ship pitched and rolled as the storm and battle raged on outside. From inside the Spanish frigate, it was impossible to tell whether the flashes of light came from the sky or the firefight on the upper decks, and every so often the clanging of swords clashing together was drowned out by a sharp crack of lightning hitting the nearby seas.

Locked in the brig below deck, Altaïr's queasy stomach was only made worse by the lurching of the ship and the smell of smoke that slowly perfused the cell. If it bothered Ezio, Connor, or Edward, they made no mention of it.

As if on cue, a cannonball tore through the lower deck just as Altaïr vomited on the floor. From across the dark cell, Ezio muttered a sharp "cazzo."

While knocked loose by fortuitous circumstances, the gate to the cell was still jammed shut, and it took Connor barreling into it and sending it crashing to the floor to finally liberate the four Assassins. "Let's go," he said, dusting himself off and leading them out of the cell.

Keen to get out of the dank prison, Altaïr hurried along the length of the swaying ship behind Connor, who had to stoop low so as to not hit his head on any of the beams overhead, and Ezio, who when Altaïr saw him in the lamplight looked a little nauseous himself. Just as they reached a ladder leading to the upper deck they heard Edward, still down by the galley, call over to them.

"Lads, look what I've found!" He could barely contain the excitement in his voice as he rolled out a barrel from behind a pillar, the word RUM painted in white just barely visible in the darkness. "Help me haul some of this topside and onto the Jackdaw."

Altaïr looked between Connor and Ezio, and all three of them stared back at Edward in disbelief. "Your ship is under attack, we're in the middle of a hurricane, this ship is likely on fire and sinking fast, and you want us to waste precious time stealing their rum?"

Edward stared blankly, as though the answer was obvious. "The crew is plenty capable of dealing with the soldiers. It's just a storm, not a hurricane. And it's rum. Now here, make yourself useful and grab this barrel." Altaïr rolled his eyes. He saw Ezio do the same as Edward pushed the first barrel their way.

"Come on," Connor groaned. "Let's just get these to the Jackdaw before the ship sinks."

One by one, Edward rolled, Connor hoisted and Ezio passed off the barrels to Altaïr to roll across the gangway onto the Jackdaw. Soldiers attempted to cut Altaïr down as he pushed barrel after barrel, but even still he was too quick and one by one soldiers fell to his blade. After what felt like the hundredth barrel, Ezio pulled yet another one up onto the deck. "Hurry, Altaïr. You are falling behind."

"Next time," Altaïr hissed back, another soldier coming at him, "you can fend off enemies while also trying to move the unnecessary goods."

"Fine, but keep moving. Edward is almost finished and the ship is on fire."

From below deck, Altaïr heard Connor's irritated voice. "You're both slow. Pick up the pace."

With the last barrel came Ezio, Connor and finally, Edward through the hatch, all three of them running as though their lives depended on it. Altaïr, seeing small fires spreading across the upper deck, quickly followed suit

"Time to cut and run, lads! We'll be dead in the water if we don't get clear of her before she blows!"

With Edward's command, the four Assassins and the few crew members left on the Spanish frigate hurried back to the Jackdaw and began toiling away at the first ropes they came across. Another crack of lightning split the dark sky as wind caught in the mainsail and the Jackdaw crept forward, lurching over a large swell and pulling away from the frigate just as it exploded into a blaze of wood and iron.

Fiery fragments of the ship drifted downward and Altaïr watched as vigilant deckhands tossed buckets of water onto the smoldering pieces as they landed on the Jackdaw, lest the brig itself turn into a box of flaming tinder.

At the helm, Edward took the wheel and in the dark Altaïr saw him bend down to pick something up, but it took another flash of lightning to illuminate it enough to see it was… a bottle of rum. Altaïr, Ezio and Connor shared a look of exasperation.

With a triumphant grin, Edward took a long swig from the bottle. "Anybody care for a drink?"