David began his Assassin duties in December of 1736, when Ah Tabai alerted him that Mister de Marseille was on a ship to Havana. Unfortunately, Miguel was in New Spain to spend time with his own family. David found another ship Captain who would take him to Havana.

Luckily, the winds were good so David was able to reach Havana in one and a half weeks. As David walked around the docks of Havana, he overheard one man telling three slaves. "You all must be quick! Mister de Marseille will be reaching in less than a week!"

David found accommodation at the Assassin bureau in Havana. Every day, he checked the docks for signs of Mister de Marseille's arrival. Finally, after three days, David saw a ship with the British flag on it. British soldiers patrolled the area near the ship and on the ship. David walked up to a British Sergeant and asked, "May I know where is Mister de Marseille?"

"What has it got to do with you?" the British Sergeant snapped at David. Acting pompously and irritated, David told the Sergeant, "I have ties to members of the British court! If you don't treat me with respect I shall have you imprisoned! I am a businessman, a dealer in fine wares. Now, where is Mister de Marseille?"

The British Sergeant believed David and bowed, which was a form of apology. "My sincere apologies, sir. If I had known…" David cut the Sergeant off and said, "Where is Mister de Marseille?"

"I think he is at the Mode de la Havane, a clothing shop popular with the locals. I hear that someone murdered the owner of the shop earlier this year."

David thanked the Sergeant and rushed to the place. Four Templar soldiers guarded the entrance into the shop. Pulling out his sword, David buried it in the first Templar's shoulder blade. David wrenched the sword free and watched as he retreated, clutching his shoulder. Pulling his Queen Anne pistol out, David shot the Templar in the neck. He kept his pistol and rolled to one side as the second Templar brought down his axe. David grabbed the axe by the handle and pulled it out of the Templar's hands. He smiled as he saw fear spread on the second Templar's face. The second Templar pulled out a pistol of his own and aimed it at David. David lunged at him, using his axe to get the pistol out of his grip and thrusting the sword into the Templar's chest. The second Templar fell and David dropped the axe on his body. Picking up the dead Templar's pistol, David spun and shot the third Templar in the stomach. The third Templar winced in pain but did not fall. David ducked as the fourth Templar made a sideway slash with his weapon. He swiped at the fourth Templar's legs with his own legs, making the fourth Templar lose balance and fall. David then released his Hidden Blade and drove it into the fourth Templar's chest. The third Templar came at David, acting strong even with a round in his belly. The shot from David had weakened the Templar greatly. David moved to his left as the Templar thrust the sword at him. David took the Templar's hand and twisted it. He grabbed the Templar's sword before it reached the ground and used it to kill the third Templar.

As David entered the shop, he saw Mister de Marseille come down from the first floor. Upon seeing David, Mister de Marseille's face paled and he hastily pulled out his pistol. "Stay back, Assassin. I can shoot you faster than you can come at me," warned Ron. David took his Brown Bess out and raised both hands in the air. "My Brown Bess has no more ammunition. I will now put my musket on the ground and slowly step out."

Mister de Marseille nodded and gestured for David to do so. David pretended to lower his rifle before suddenly bringing it back up and firing a round at him. However, the shot went wide and the round hit the wall beside Mister de Marseille. Reacting hastily, Ron shot David in the gut with the pistol. David fell and blacked out.