He followed Hellen into what she claimed to be her place of respite. Once inside, he turned to close the door behind him. When he turned back to face Hellen, he was greeted by a pistole to the head.

"This is hardly what I had in mind," Edward joked with his hands in the air.

"Those belonged to man called Duncan Walpole," she stated.

"Aye, they did," he restated quickly.

"Where is he?"

"Dead," he answered truthfully.

"Damn it! By whose hand? Yours?" she accused.

"Perished at sea unfortunately," he lied, "I was under his employ you see."

"Were you now?"

"Aye, I donned his clothes and gear when he passed," Kenway continued.

"I've heard enough," she announced before pulling back the hammer of her gun.

In a flash, Edward sung his hand towards the gun and ejected his hidden blade, causing the gun to fly out of her hand and hit the floor. Afterwards, he pulled her towards himself and wrapped his arm around her neck.

"You're well-skilled for a pirate," she admitted. He threw her away from him and quickly grabbed her gun from the floor.

"I'm full of surprises," he mocked while pointing the gun at her.

"Apparently," she agreed. While scanning the room, Kenway spotted a small blade just barely poking from underneath the bed, a blade attached to a gauntlet.

"You're an assassin as well," he inferred, "Were you conspiring with Duncan?"

"Quite the opposite actually, I was tasked with finding and returning some of the artifacts he had stolen," she explained.

"Funny, none of the others ever mentioned that," he recalled, still aiming the gun at her.

"Why would they? It was a secret mission, one that only I should be aware of."

"Well, that's a matter you should no longer concern yourself with," he said while lowering the gun and backing up towards the door.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"To finish my drink," he answered while pocketing her pistole and reaching for the door. As he did however, some papers on a nearby nightstand caught his attention. They were all drawings and sketches of both weapons and artifacts. He recognized one of the sketches. Though it was colorless, it's spherical nature and intrinsic detailing were undeniable.

"You're looking for the Apple?" he asked.

"You know of Eden's Apples?" she asked in response.

"There's more than one?"

"There have been several throughout history, though many were lost to time. You've seen one… haven't you?"

"I have, what of it?"

"Was it recently?" she asked as she walked closer towards him.

"Perhaps," he noted.

"Where? Where did you see it? My partner claimed to have had it but washed up ashore, dead. Worse still, he didn't have it on his person."

"I can tell you, but only if you tell me of its nature."

"I assure you, it's of no use to someone like you," she spat.

"Are you saying you can unlock it?"

"That is not important. What matters is that I return this where it belongs," she claimed.

"It lies with an acquaintance of mine. Says he found it on the corpse of a man wearing a white robe," Kenway explained.

"Definitely sounds like my partner. Where is this acquaintance of yours?"

"He's here at port. He plans to get the Apple appraised and sell it."

"Is he mad?! If it falls into the wrong hands, we're all doomed!"

"Is it a weapon?" he asked.

"Of sorts," she answered, "Would you be able to fetch the artifact for me?"

"Only if I'm promised an explanation, and ample compensation of course."

"Very well," she sighed, "I will tell you what I know when you return with the artifact."

"Excellent. I shall return later tonight," he promised while opening the door.

"Ahem," she called with her hand out and palm up.

He shook his head in understanding and returned her pistole to her.

"The weight wasn't balanced anyway," he commented before leaving. A few minutes later, he found Sparrow and Gibbs at the same table he left them at.

"There you are, we were wonderin' where you wondered off to?" Gibbs called as Kenway sat down in his spot.

"Apologies," he began, "I was distracted."

"Wasn't a woman, was it?" Jack asked.

"Indeed it was. Was one I fancied as well," he lied, "Unfortunately she didn't fancy my advances."

"Real shame there," Gibbs spoke, "Seems a man like yerself can get any woman he fancied!"

"Thank you," Kenway spoke with a smile on his face. There was a moment of silence before he spoke again.

"Ever thought about settling down?"

"Settling down?" Gibbs repeated with a chuckle, "We all dream about settling down. But the way things are, it don't seem likely."

"You think this treasure of yours will help with that?" Edward asked.

"In all honesty… no," Gibbs said plainly.

"Why go through the trouble if it isn't worth it?"

"It will be," Jack butted in with his finger outstretched, "It will be."

"I guess only time will tell won't it?" said Kenway.

"Aye," Sparrow replied with a smile as Kenway stood up once again.

"Well, as much as I would like to continue our conversation, I do have a job to do."

"Right, of course," Gibbs realized.

"I will see you two in the morning," he announced as he left. In all actuality, Kenway felt there was little need to ask around the port. He knew the reason in which the Templars chased Sparrow. He also knew how Sparrow came across the object, from a dead assassin. But that begs the question: where did the assassin get it from? Did he steal it from Templars? He was hours away from potentially getting the answers he saw, and if this was indeed a weapon, Kenway didn't trust the pirate captain with it. There really was only one option: to steal it.

From afar, he waited for the two to finish their drinks. Once emptied, they tossed their mugs aside and stood up from their spot. As they left, Kenway followed closely behind them. As they stumbled about on their way to their ship, Kenway decided this was a perfect time to hear what they had to say. They stopped at a post and Kenway inserted himself into a crowd of people, pretending to be a part of their conversation, all the while eavesdropping on his acquaintances.

"Are we ever gonna' tell 'im?" Gibbs asked.

"And share this 'knowledge' with him?" he laughed, clearly drunk, "That old sot can piss off." Sparrow and Gibbs continued walking back to the ship and Kenway followed within earshot of the two.

"I don't trust him. He looks like the one what had this trinket in the first place," Jack said while patting his chest, "Besides, if it's worth anything, one less hand in the purse."

The remainder of the conversation was severely intangible due to their erratic movements and slurred speech. But Kenway had the information he needed: Jack kept the Apple on his person. Once they climbed aboard, it was time to make his move. They slept below deck where everyone else did. Thankfully, there was nobody above deck to ask him questions. He slipped below and walked down the isle of bunks until he found Sparrow's. He was laying on his back with a bottle of rum clutched tightly in his hand.

After a few seconds of patting, he pulled out the artifact in question. After seeing Tia Dalma use it, he once again looked at it thoroughly, searching for any sort of switch, button, or impressons. Nothing on it seemed usable. He pocketed the device and left the ship.