Kenway - Bart Scaling

All six of us looked at one another. Only Bart Roberts seemed to be enjoying himself.
‘And the door opens,’ he said with the voice of a showman, ‘after almost eighty thousand years.’
He stepped to one side and ushered his men through. The nervous crew members looked at one another then did as their captain ordered and began to move towards the door …
And then, for some reason known only to himself, Roberts killed them, all four of them. With one hand he buried his dagger into the eye socket of the leading man, pushing his body aside at the same time as he drew his pistol and fired into the face of the second man. The last two crew members had no time to react as Black Bart drew his second pistol and fired point-blank into the chest of a third man, pulled his sword and ran the final survivor through.
It was the same man who had brought the chest on deck, who’d looked to Roberts for some words of praise. He made an odd, choking sound and Roberts held him there a second then slid the cutlass home to the hilt and twisted it. The body on his blade went taut and the deckhand looked at his captain with imploring, uncomprehending eyes until his body relaxed, slid off the steel and thumped to the ground, chest rising once, twice, then staying still.
So much death. So much death.
‘Jesus, Roberts, have you gone mad?’
He shook blood from his cutlass then fussily cleaned it with a handkerchief.
‘Quite the contrary, Edward. These wags would have gone mad at seeing what lies beyond this gate. But you, I suspect, are made of sterner stuff. Now pick up that chest and carry it hither.’

Assassin’s Creed Black Flag, Chapter 55