David came to a few hours later to find himself in a plain white shirt and ragged pants. He was in a prison in the outskirts of Havana. Mister de Marseille saw David wake up and smiled at him. "You have come to, Assassin."
"Obviously, you stupid fool. What do you want from me?" David knew Mister de Marseille wanted something from him, if not he would have just killed David. Mister de Marseille got up and questioned David, "Where is the secret Assassin headquarters? We Templars know you have vacated from Tulum. Where are your headquarters now?"
David shook his head. "I wish I knew, so I could get out sooner. But sadly, I do not. Do not waste your time on me." Mister de Marseille laughed heartily. "You do know of the Assassin headquarters. I am not a fool like you. Tell me, or I'll subject you to torture."
He shrugged and kept silent. Mister de Marseille was annoyed. "Guards, take him outside. Let him feel the Sun." David's hands and feet were securely shackled. They led him to the prison courtyard where they took off David's shackles and shackled one hand and one foot to a sturdy pole. They left him there for the next few hours. That was when David made his move.
The new shackles that David had were rusty and looked as if they were about to break. David pulled at the shackles for nearly an hour before it broke. David sneaked back into the prison. His equipment was nowhere to be found and there were two Templar guards – one who was almost fast asleep and the other alert with his back facing David.
David wrapped his arms around the second Templar guard's neck and dragged him out to the prison courtyard before strangling him. David took the guard's weapon, a rusty and thin sword. David went back and slit the throat of the other Templar, who was still sleeping. Searching the Templar, David found a satchel containing his pouch of coins and Hidden Blade. Equipping back his Hidden Blade, David muttered, "It's good to have it back."
Walking out of the prison, David encountered Mister de Marseille, who was arriving in a horse-drawn carriage. He was accompanied by four British soldiers on horseback. Seeing David, the colour drained from Mister de Marseille's face. "The prisoner has escaped! Get him!" ordered Mister de Marseille. Two of the soldiers drew their swords while the other two drew their muskets.
David threw the rusty sword on the ground and lunged at one of the Musketeers. David pinned the Musketeer on the ground and took his musket. The musket had a bayonet attached to its tip. David got on his feet and slashed the Musketeer's thighs with the bayonet of the musket, to keep him down. Turning around, David blocked a merciless strike from the sword of a British soldier. He took a swipe at the soldier's legs and the soldier toppled on the ground. The impact knocked the soldier out. David turned around and saw the second Musketeer aiming his musket at David. David swiftly brought up his musket and shot the second Musketeer in the thigh.
The last British soldier retreated to Mister de Marseille while pointing his sword at David's direction. Mister de Marseille, a man of fifty years, took David's own basket-hilted sword and hopped out of the carriage. "Stay here," Mister de Marseille told the British soldier. The soldier nodded in reply.
Even though he was old, Mister de Marseille fought like a well-trained fighter in his thirties. David found himself tiring as he dodged and ducked Mister de Marseille's attacks. Deciding that he could not drag this battle on for much longer, David released his Hidden Blade and drove it into Mister de Marseille's stomach. Mister de Marseille grunted and paced backwards, but he was not down yet. David rolled aside as the British soldier tried to stab him from behind.
"Not today, sir," David said as he let his fist make contact with the soldier's stomach. He then took the sword from the British soldier and twisted the soldier's hand.
David turned around and saw Mister de Marseille fleeing in his carriage. He ran to the injured second Musketeer and took his musket, which was loaded and ready to fire. David aimed it at Mister de Marseille and fired. The musket ball flew and hit Mister de Marseille in the spine, the impact pushing him off the carriage. The horses, startled by the sound of the shot, fled, and the carriage wheels ran over Mister de Marseille's left hand.
He walked up to the dying Mister de Marseille and asked him, "Where are my robes?" Mister de Marseille smiled evilly at David before dying. David made his way back to Miguel's ship at the harbour.
"By the gods, what happened to you? You look like you were thrown into prison!" a shocked Miguel exclaimed. David nodded and told Miguel, "I was thrown into prison by Mister de Marseille. But no worries, he is now dead."
"So you really got thrown into prison! Did you get your equipment back?" David shook his head. "I only got my sword and Hidden Blade back. We should leave now. The British may be setting up a blockade soon to stop me from leaving Cuba."
One month later, David made it back to Inagua. Ah Tabai saw David and asked, "What happened to you David?" "Mentor, I was imprisoned for a few hours by Mister de Marseille in Havana. I managed to escape and kill Mister de Marseille, but I could not get back all my equipment."
Ah Tabai was concerned now. "What did you not get back?" "It's alright, Mentor. I got back my Hidden Blade. I only lost my Queen Anne pistol. I remember that I left my Brown Bess rifle in my lodgings on the island."
Nodding, Ah Tabai told David, "You must have had a hard time, David. Rest."