The whole community on Inagua celebrated for two days. Gold looted from the Templars were divided equally and given to the citizens of the island. Even the Assassins joined in with most of the celebrations. After the two days ended, Ah Tabai and David went to seek the captives. Some of the captives had committed suicide, not wanting to be subjected to torture or revealing Templar secrets. Only four Templar captives were still alive.
Ah Tabai pointed to the highest-ranking Templar captive, a German Templar Captain by the name of Jorgen. "Question him first. A Captain he is, so I think we may get more information from him." Two Assassins brought the Templar Captain out of the Guest House, which was where the captives were held.
David bent down and slapped Jorgen, waking him up abruptly. "What do you want? Kill me already! You Assassins say you are good guys, but look what you're doing!" David smiled at Jorgen, as if Jorgen was a fool. "You are stupid, Templar. Once, I thought like you. But now, I know more. Nothing is true, everything is permitted. If you were to use your puny brain more, you would know."
"You Templars poison and engage in slavery, all for your cause. You may think that is 'good' and for justice, you may not be wrong, but is murdering itself not a sin?"
Jorgen acknowledged David's words. "Perhaps you are right, Assassin. I have been wrong. Now start with your questioning, and kill me!" David nodded. "Who is the mastermind of the operation?"
"It was the Captain of the ship! You killed him that day!" To a civilian, it looked like Jorgen was telling the truth. But David knew Jorgen was lying. "Tell me the truth, Jorgen. I do not have all day to talk with scum like you."
Jorgen shook his head. "I wish that could happen too, so this would end quickly. But I have taken an oath, thus I cannot tell you anything, not even a hint." David rolled his eyes before pulling out his Queen Anne pistol. "Is an oath more important or your pride and life?"
David waited for Jorgen to consider. Finally, Jorgen told David, "No, I will not tell you. The oath is more important." David went inside the Guest House and dragged out one of the captives. Pressing the pistol on the captive's head, David asked, "Do you want to be guilty for this lad's death? You can prevent it."
Ah Tabai commented, "Your interrogation technique is rather brutal, David. But since it does the trick, it is permitted within the Brotherhood. However, David, you must remember our tenets. Stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent. Never use a civilian for something like this." David nodded in reply. At the same time, the captive woke up and realised what was going on. "Shit! Let me free, Assassin! I beg you to be merciful!"
David whacked the captive with the end of the pistol. "Shut up. That is for your Captain to decide. Hurry up, Captain, before this poor lad gets it." Jorgen just knelt there, not saying or doing anything. Sighing, David pulled the captive closer by his hair. He fired a shot from his pistol, and the round shattered the skull of the captive, giving the captive a quick death.
Jorgen finally returned to the physical world. "I never thought you would do that, Assassin. You are merciless." David said, "I learnt that from you Templars. Do you want to speak now?"
"Yes, I will. The Templar who was behind the attempted raid of your island was a wealthy Templar merchant by the name of Ron de Marseille. He is old, but his five senses are superb, I've heard. Mister de Marseille has donated quite a sum of money to the British forces in America, thus having power to make certain requests and decisions of the army."
David thanked Jorgen before unsheathing his sword and killing Jorgen. He turned to Ah Tabai and asked him, "Mentor, may I ask what should we do about this Mister de Marseille?" Ah Tabai replied, "This name is rather popular, even in the Caribbean. Mister de Marseille owns a few businesses in the Caribbean. Perhaps some of the businesses can be sabotaged or destroyed. He may be suspicious and come to investigate."
David went to the docks and met Miguel. "Do you know of Ron de Marseille, the businessman?" Miguel was surprised to hear the name. "Yes, I do. Sometimes I ferry some of his goods to earn quick cash. In fact, I am departing today to ferry more goods of his!"
"Ron de Marseille is a Templar, and the mastermind behind the raid of this island. May I go along with you?" Miguel agreed, thus they set off to Port-de-Paix in Saint-Domingue.
Half a month passed before Miguel's merchant vessel docked at the port city. David breathed in the local air and remarked, "It's good to be back here, even though I was a slave then." Miguel was surprised, but did not say anything. Soon after they docked, two men ran up to the vessel. "Are you Mister Miguel?"
Miguel nodded. One of the men pointed at David and asked, "Who is he?" Miguel explained, "He is from the British military, here to ensure that Mister de Marseille gets his goods undamaged and in top quality."
The other man nodded. "As expected of Monsieur de Marseille." He turned to the slaves and ordered, "Bring the goods aboard the ship now!" The slaves carried the goods aboard the ship. One of the slaves accidentally dropped one of the crates, and it rolled into the water.
"I'm sorry!" bowed the slave. The first man pulled out his Queen Anne pistol and shook his head. David acted so fast, the man did not even know what had happened until he lay on the floor, a second away from death. The other man drew his sword. "Miguel, I should have never trusted you. Mister de Marseille will know of this."
David kept his Hidden Blade and unsheathed his basket-hilted sword. The man defended David's first strike swiftly and easily. Believing he had the upper hand, the man became slightly reckless and tried to kick David. David stepped out of the way and tugged at his leg. The man fell and his sword flew out of his hands. David finished the man off. He turned to the slaves and questioned, "Where is the location of the establishments?"
A slave answered, "A block south from here. That is the only establishment in this city." David rushed off to the establishment. Minutes later, he reached the building, which sold ornaments.
David pulled out his Queen Anne pistol and aimed it at the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper kept both of his hands raised as David got closer. "Where is the money?" The shopkeeper led David to the back of the shop. There were two pouches of money on a table. David took them and knocked the shopkeeper unconscious. Returning to the docks, David took out the two pouches and gave the slaves. "Split them among you people. You are all free now."
A month and a half later, Miguel and David reached Havana, in Cuba. Miguel reminded David as he got off the ship, "Remember David, Mode de La Havane is the shop." David went to the Assassin bureau in Havana and talked to the bureau chief, Rhona Dinsmore. "Madam, I am the Assassin David Corsei. I wish to ask you of a place called Mode de La Havane. Do you know where it is?"
"You are known throughout the Caribbean chapter of the Assassins, David. Anyway, I know of the place. Mode de La Havane is a popular clothing store in the city. It is in the richer part of the city." David soon found the shop. There were many people around and in the shop, most of which was the wealthy people of the city. Two mercenaries guarded the entrance to the clothing shop.
David pulled back his hood and examined his clothing. He was wearing his black Assassin robes, which did not look too messy. After deciding that he looked presentable, David entered the clothing store. He recognised the owner quickly. The owner, Peter Maximilian des Paris, had a frock coat, powdered wig and a pocket watch tucked nicely in the coat. Seeing David, Peter bowed. "Welcome, Monsieur, to Mode de La Havane, or in English, Fashion of Havana."
"Thank you, Monsieur. I am browsing for clothes for myself. Twenty-one years old I am now, if the year is still 1736. May you recommend suitable clothing for me?" David asked pompously. Peter nodded at once. "What are the clothes needed for, Monsieur, for casual wear or to attend a function?"
David said, "I will look around your store. Would you be kind enough to follow me around?" "Certainly, Monsieur," agreed Peter. The two walked around the shop until David found a spot that was rather secluded.
His Hidden Blade ejected silently and David stabbed Peter in the chest. Peter collapsed with a stunned look on his face. David closed Peter's eyes and began messing up the store. The two mercenaries from outside came in to stop David. David rolled aside as the first mercenary stabbed with his sword. Grabbing the stretched hand, David twisted the first mercenary's hand and let his knee make contact with the mercenary's stomach. The first mercenary dropped his sword and staggered backwards. David picked up the mercenary's sword and pointed it at the two mercenaries. "Run away now, I will not harm you," advised David.
Perhaps it was a matter of pride. One unarmed man against two armed men, the unarmed man should be the one running away, but the unarmed man had told the armed ones to run instead. Few would even dare to do that, much less in public.
David dropped the sword and jump-kicked the second mercenary in the chest. He almost lost his balance but he quickly recovered. David could tell that the second mercenary was better trained than the first one, since the second mercenary did not even drop his weapon or be distracted for as long.
Waiting for one of the mercenaries to attack, David stood at one spot, eyeing both of them carefully. Three seconds later, the first mercenary hastily picked up his sword and lunged at David. David sidestepped the attack effortlessly. He grabbed the mercenary's arm to hold him in place before David elbowed the first mercenary's back hard. The first mercenary collapsed on the floor. The second mercenary came forward, armed with an axe. David dodged the attack, coming up behind the second mercenary. He kicked the mercenary in the back and the mercenary fell on the first mercenary. David then made his escape, blending into the crowds of Havana.
David returned to Inagua a month later and reported to Ah Tabai. "Mentor, I have sabotaged two of Mister de Marseille's businesses, one in Havana and the other in Port-de-Paix. I believe Mister de Marseille will be here in a short while." Ah Tabai appeared contented. "But Mister de Marseille has businesses all over the Americas, not just the Caribbean. He may take a while to come to the Caribbean. You have done well, David. Take a rest for the remaining of the year, although there is only five months left in the year."