The next morning, Kenway walked into the brig with a plate of food. He walked over to Hellen's cell and opened the cell door. He looked at the cuffs that kept her chained to the wall as he dropped the plate in front of her. She looked at the plate and then at Kenway. While she was unconscious, they stripped her of her armor and weapons, and replaced that with ratted clothes that were clearly too big for her.
"You need to eat," he said.
"You think I'm stupid enough to eat something concocted by pirates?" she challenged.
"You'd be surprised."
She scoffed.
"You were working with Duncan, weren't you?" Kenway asked.
"What's it to you?" she asked, not looking at him.
"Why betray the assassins?" he asked.
"Why do you care?" she asked while looking back up at him, "You're a pirate, why do you care about that lot? They don't care about you."
"They have use of my abilities, I have use of their coin. Simple as that," Edward claimed.
"Is that so?" she asked while standing up to face her captor, "Even more reason to leave them. They think that by killing the right person, they can make the world a better place. They try to justify their assassinations."
"You think the assassins are wrong in their doings?" he asked.
"If they thought the same way you or Duncan did, they could be the most powerful force in the world. After all, money is more influential than good deeds."
"And what do you think?" he challenged.
"I think… we're secretly on the same side," she answered. Kenway then left the brig and joined Sparrow and Gibbs at the helm.
"Making our new guest feel welcome?" Gibbs asked.
"You could say that," he replied, his eyes adjusting to the sudden sunlight.
"She has much of the same gear that you do," he noted.
"Aye, part of the same organization," he explained.
"And what might that be?" Sparrow asked.
"A mercenaries guild of sorts," he stated while staring at the crew who were preparing to disembark, "Are we ready to leave port?"
"Aye, we're loading up that last of the food right now," Gibbs stated.
"Excellent, though I must ask," Kenway began, "Why go through all this trouble for a such a small trinket?"
"Have faith in your captain," Jack assured, "I'm sure of this… trinket's worth."
Kenway's suspicions were confirmed. He could see it in the captain's eyes. Jack wasn't as much interested in the monetary value of the Apple as he was in the power that lied inside. The exact source of power of still unclear, but if Hellen's description of it was anything to go by, Edward didn't feel comfortable with it in Jack's hands, nor was he fond of the thought of it being held by the assassins, what with his conversation with Hellen earlier. He went below deck and dug into his pocket and pulled out an old worn paper with a diagram of the Apple, the same paper he saw in Hellen's hideout.
He spent the majority of the night analyzing the parchment. However, nearly all of the text had been rubbed away; the only readable portions were in a language he was unfamiliar with. He figured Hellen might be able to read it, though not willingly.
"What do you have there?" Kenway heard, causing him to force the paper back into his pocket. He turned to see Barbosa.
"An old letter," Kenway lied, "Sent from my father when I was a lad."
"And you still keep it with you?" he asked, "Must be very fond of him."
"On the contrary, we fought regularly. Always thought I'd never amount to anything. He sent a letter reminding me that," he explained.
"And now look at you, a captain of your own ship," Barbosa motioned.
"Aye, I keep it to remind myself how wrong he was."
"Good man, people don't realize how much power a man of the sea truly has, even the man himself," he spoke as he looked back towards the deck.
"You don't fancy your captain I see," Kenway remembered.
"Of course not."
"Then why work under his employ?" he asked. Barbosa stared at Kenway, almost as if lost in thought, before leaving towards the deck. Once they set sail, Edward was once again put to work, being one of the most efficient sailors on the ship. It didn't seem to take long at all for the sun to fall and the moon to rise. While most of the others were asleep, Kenway decided to get some answers. He once again joined Hellen at her cell and banged on the bars, waking her up.
"Oh… it's you, here to feed me more slop?" she asked while returning to her sleeping position.
"What can you tell me about Isla Tumba?" he asked.
"Isla Tumba? Never heard of it," she answered.
"It's not on any map."
"More than likely it belongs to someone who doesn't want to be discovered."
"The Assassins?"
"Or worse… with a name like that, I'd be surprised if your friends manage to take one step on the island," she joked.
"I think we can handle ourselves."
"Right…" she replied sarcastically. Kenway then pulled the parchment from his pocket and showed it to her.
"This right here," he started while pointing to one of the incomprehensible portions, "Can you read this?"
"Of course I can, it's Latin. Can you not read it?" she asked condescendingly. Edward paused for a second before speaking again.
"Read it," he commanded.
"No," she replied calmly. Kenway took a step back and stretched out his arm to hold it in front of her cell.
"Read it," he repeated.
Before she had a chance to respond, Kenway's arm was grabbed by another. He looked to his side and saw Barbosa holding it. With his free hand, he yanked the paper out of Kenway's grasp and examined it.
"This don't look like no letter," he commented.
