"Shut your fucking gob or I'll fill it with shot, you hear me!?"
— Edward Kenway
"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?"
"Might make a man feel like... he belongs to something. What's your answer?"
"Ah... that all Men are sheep. And that an old wolf like me deserves every ounce of blood he draws."
— Bartholomew Roberts and Edward Kenway discussing philosophy.
"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?"
— Woodes Rogers reciting Aesop's fable.
"This is a jackdaw... But if you should ask him, he would claim to be an eagle."
— Aesop, The Eagle and the Jackdaw
"In a world without gold, we might have been heroes!"
— Edward "Blackbeard" Thatch.