Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag

Mary Read:
We're Assassins and we follow a creed, aye. But it does not command us to act or submit - only to be wise.

Edward Kenway:
Oh, do tell. I'd love to hear it.

Mary Read:
Nothing is true. Everything is permitted. This is the world's only certainty.

Edward Kenway:
Everything is permitted? I like the sound of that. Thinking what I like and acting how I please.

Mary Read:
You parrot the words, but you do not understand them.

Edward 'Blackbeard' Thatch:
Are you not loved at home? Are you not wanted by your wives and families and countrymen? How else to explain your government's complete disinterest in your well-being? Hostages for medicines, these were my only terms! And yet, six days of pure f***ing silence! So I must conclude that you men are the pariahs of Charles-Towne, and I would profit better by using your organs for chum and your bones for char!

Edward Kenway:
What the hell happened here?

Ad?wal?:
You happened here, Edward. The damage you caused six years ago has not been undone.

Edward Kenway:
I'm not an easy man to call a friend, am I?

Edward Kenway:
For years I've been rushing around, taking whatever I fancied, not giving a tinker's curse for those I hurt. Yet here I am... with riches and reputation, feeling no wiser than when I left home. Yet when I turn around, and look at the course I've run... there's not a man or woman that I love left standing beside me.

Edward 'Blackbeard' Thatch:
In a world without gold, we might have been heroes!

Wooden Rogers:
Aesop once wrote of an eagle, soaring high above a shepherd's field, that swooped down on powerful wings to seize a grazing lamb and carry it off to her nest. Flying close by, a jackdaw saw the deed, and it filled his head with the idea that he too was just as strong and capable. So with a great flapping and rustling of feathers, the jackdaw came down swiftly and clutched at the coat of a large ram. But when he tried to fly away, he found he could not lift the animal, for his size and strength were not up to the task. And even as the jackdaw struggled, the ram hardly noticed he was there. Nearby, just across the field, the shepherd saw the fluttering bird and was quite amused. Running up, he captured the jackdaw and clipped its wings. That evening he gave the jackdaw to his children as a gift. "What an odd little bird this is, father!" they laughed and shouted. "What do you call him?" "This is a jackdaw," the father said. "But if you should ask him, he would claim to be an eagle."

Bartholomew Roberts:
Ah... all Men desire to live by a Code, or a Creed, yes? Yet when pressed, most defer to their instincts rather than the Laws that bind them. But what is the appeal of a creed if it does not yoke all men to like behaviour?

Edward Kenway:
Might make a man feel like... he belongs to something. What's your answer?

Bartholomew Roberts:
Ah... that all Men are sheep. And that an old wolf like me deserves every ounce of blood he draws.

Edward Kenway:
I'm not of the same mind, mate. But I won't begrudge you the state of yours.

Ah Tabai:
And what do you think of our Creed?

Edward Kenway:
It's hard to say. For if Nothing is true, then why believe anything? And if everything is permitted... why not chase every desire?

Ah Tabai:
Why indeed?

Edward Kenway:
It might be that this idea is only the beginning of Wisdom, and not its final form.

Ah Tabai:
That's quite a step up from the Edward I met here many years ago.

Edward 'Blackbeard' Thatch:
Caution's nothing without charisma! For if a man plays the fool, then it's only fools he'll persuade. But appear to be the devil, and all men will submit.

Benjamin Hornigold:
We had here a rare opportunity; a chance to take something base and shape it into a government, made and maintained by men of vision. But in two years we pissed it away. I won't make that mistake again.

Edward 'Blackbeard' Thatch:
It's all a big show. Give your quarry something to fear, some hellish thing from a fever dream, and men will drop to their knees pleading for their Lord before all else!

Bartholomew Roberts:
In all your years out here, you could never achieve what I have done in one-fifth the time. Because you are a good man, Edward. See? Goodness is your disease...

Benjamin Hornigold:
When I look on the fruits of our years of labor, all I see is sickness, idleness, and idiocy.

Edward 'Blackbeard' Thatch:
Not a sunbeam of difference between here and London, then.

Bartholomew Roberts:
Remember my creed, boy? A short life and a merry one. That is all. The world owes us nothing more than this. So take what you will, and then die before you live to see yourself made a fool.

Bartholomew Roberts:
I have been among you six weeks, and in that time I have adopted your outlook as my own, and with so fierce a conviction that it may frighten you to see your passions reflected from me in a stark a light. But... if it's a captain you see in me now, aye then... I'll be your bloody captain! For I have dipped my hands in muddied waters, and withdrawing them find 'tis better to be a commander than a common man!

Edward Kenway:
Jesus! You've lost your head, man!

Charles Vane:
It's a fair exchange for finding these flintlocks and grenadoes!

Edward Kenway:
Listen Vane! We could hunt with those guns!

Charles Vane:
And I mean to! You and your bloody fairy stories got us into this mess, Kenway. And I'll be damned if I let you drag me into another!

Laureano Torres y Ayala:
Convened at last. And in such continental company... England, France, Spain... Citizens of sad and corrupt empires. But you are Templars now. The secret and true legislators of the world. Please, hold out your hands. Mark and remember our purpose. To guide all wayward souls 'til they reach a quiet road. To guide all wayward desire 'til impassioned hearts are cooled. To guide all wayward minds to safe and sober thought. By the Father of Understanding's Light, let our work now begin.

Edward Kenway:
Is this my reward for believing the best about men? For thinking that a bilge rat like you could muster up some f***ing sense, once in a while? Maybe Hornigold was right. Maybe the world does need men of ambition to stop the likes of you from mucking it all up.

Charles Vane:
Or maybe you just don't have the stones to live with no regrets.

Edward Kenway:
Don't save me a spot in hell, shanker. I ain't coming soon.