1x01: I (Distant rumbling) (Men shouting) Man: Sir, she's still closing. We simply cannot outrun her. We must surrender while we still can. gun crews...at the ready! gun crews at the ready! (Men shouting) (Men shouting) What are you doing? Sorry. Why aren't you on deck with the crew? I think the better question is why aren't they all down here with us? You could get killed up there. Oh, so you're a coward, then? Yeah. You, too? I'm no coward. I'm a cook. I've no quarters to man. What do you think the captain would do if he found out you've abandoned yours? Well, if he's dead and I'm alive, I like my chances. Fire! Starboard side! Man: They shot the muskets! Bear up, damn it! You're short! Bear up! Sir, they are out of our range. (Cannonball whistling) All crews, fire your... (Men screaming) Get down! You know who that is out there? That ship flies the banner of Captain Flint. (Thumping) Isn't this your problem, too? Good cooks are in short supply, even for criminals. But you, cowering below decks, dodging a fight? They'll gut you for sport. (Cannonfire blasting) (Men screaming) (Screams) Give me that. What is that? That's nothing. That doesn't seem like nothing. Well, maybe when Captain Flint gets here, we can let him decide. You wouldn't want to do that. No? Why not? Oh. (Shouts) (gun) (Grunting) Fall back! Fall back! Get up! Go! Get out of the way. (gun) Close us in. Sir, wait. Mr. Fisher. (Groaning) (gun continues) Muskets at the ready. (gun stops) (Clattering) Fischer: Let me in, sir. Please, let me inside. Move away from that door! Sir, there may still be time. Move away from the door! If we do not surrender now, Flint will kill us all. Fisher (pounding): Please let me in! Please, sir, open the door. Open... (Groans) (Thumps) (Wood creaking) (Panting) (Heavy footsteps approaching) (Man howling) (Men chanting) (Rhythmic pounding) (Pounding stops) (Rumbling) (Rumbling stops) (All screaming) (Gasps) (Muffled shouting) (Muffled gun) (Grunts) (Roars) (Screams) (Screaming) Man: It's over... Argh! (Shouts) It's done. Wouldn't you agree? (Men shouting) Can't sell that. Leave it here. No. Shit. (Screams) Grow up. (Laughs) What the fuck is this? Well, it's blocked, Mr. Gates. Hello. He couldn't handle the thought of what you might do to him. I, on the other hand, would very much like to join your crew. My name is John Silver. And I happen to be a very good cook. Know this... Now that the fight is over, you have nothing more to fear from us today. Because we know this fight was not of your making. It was the choice of our true enemy. Your true enemy. The tyrant captain. Many of us once sailed on ships like this one. We know what it is to be slaves to his whim, his violence, his shit wages... (Pirates laugh) his insufferable stupidity. So we've made for ourselves a different life where we don't rely on wages, we own a stake, and where our pleasure isn't a sin. It's a virtue. We also know what it's like to see our brothers die in the service of no end other than a tyrant's pride. This one wants to join. Says he can cook. Well, if he keeps that up, this one won't be the only one looking to join. Today is a new day. Look at him. Thinks he's captain already. Today their crimes have been exposed. And they will be punished. We made a full sweep of the hold and we found eight more casks of whale oil. That's all? Total tally 400. 500, if we manage to sell the tobacco. Cameron's broken his arm. Duffy's been shot in the leg. After injury payments, we will net just under $8 per man. $8? The crew will not be happy. When are they ever? (Sighs) When their end is a hell of a lot richer than $8. Here, take a look. Captain's log. It's all there. Vazquez, Port Royal. Told you this was the ship. Where is the schedule? Minor obstacle. But we're getting close. Let me see if I have this right. This is the fourth prize in a row from which the profits will barely exceed the expenses it took to win it. Singleton's out there trying to convince your crew to torture that poor bastard of a captain simply 'cause he hasn't worked out how to get them to do it to you. But all is well because you've discovered that the information we can't tell anybody we're looking for exists on a page... that we don't have. Don't have yet. (Door opens) Mr. Duffy is dead. I removed the leg, but he lost too much blood. (Men cheering) Man: Cut his cock! Ooh! Yeah! (Cheering) Is this necessary? We paid a heavy toll today. And for what? We all know the prize won't come close to evening the scales. Someone ought to pay the difference. Talk to me about recruits. (Blade rings) What's he doing? Just give him a minute. Where's the schedule? What are you talking about? The page that was torn from your log. If you know where it is, now would be the time to say so. Five? You want to bring on five more men? A carpenter, two carpenter's mates, a gun's mate and the cook. Hard to refuse a skilled hand. Is it their hands you want? Or their votes? What a cunning bastard you are. Squarely in the captain's pocket, yet you still got the crew believing you're their advocate. Shrewdest quartermaster I've ever come across. I wonder if you'll afford me the same wide berth you give that bastard once I take his place. You get the cook. That's all the ship can afford right now. I told you, I don't have it. One of my men must have taken it. Everyone was searched. Damn it, if I knew more, I'd tell you. Now call off your men. Get off it. Get back. (Laughing) Pshaw. You can't, can you? You're their captain, but you have no control over them. How long before you're the one they tie to the mast? I won't give you the satisfaction of crying out. Good for you. Where are you going? Justice is about to be done, and you turn your back. Man: Sail! Man-o'-war. Royal Navy. The Scarborough. Scarborough ports in Boston. Not today she doesn't. She's got the wind of us. Cut us loose. Get us under way. (Men shouting) (Purring) My Boots. Randall. We've taken on a new cook. Randall, we were clear this job was only temporary. There's still plenty for you to do. He'll be all right. So both watches mess together at six bells. Don't be late. Any supplies you need, see Dufresne. He'll fund you out of the ship's maintenance account. One more thing. No one gets any special treatment from you of any kind. No extra rations, no preferences in cuts of meat. Not for me, not for the quartermaster, not for the captain. Here, every man is equal. All right? Even him? Randall was the ship's boatswain before he got beat to within an inch of his life while taking a prize. He lost his wits, but not our loyalty. We like Randall. You, we'll see. He has the votes. Beg pardon? Singleton, he has the votes to remove you as captain. Not every last one. Haven't finished canvassing yet, but when he gets ashore and he doesn't have to be sneaky about it, he'll get what he needs. I thought you said it would never get to this. Now hang on. I thought you said you put loyal men in all the right places so the crew would never turn. No, no. I never said never. I'm too old to be using that word. Don't give me that shit. I told you there would be some lean days while we tracked Parrish's ship. You said the crew would weather it. Days. Lean days. It's been three months with no profits to speak of and nobody knows what it's all been for because you don't trust them with the truth. I don't trust them with the truth. So here we are. Singleton. They think he has any idea how to put money in their pockets? All they know or care about Singleton right now is that he isn't you. I just need a few more days. The page is gone. It could be anywhere. What makes you think all you need is a few more days? I'm gonna go and see Richard. He can help me recreate the schedule. Richard Guthrie? Mm-hmm. You think he's gonna help you? Yes. Yes, I do. Let's just for fun say that he doesn't. What then? Then I'll forget about the schedule and go back to hunting fat, lazy merchantmen and everyone will be content. This is one of those times where we pretend that we both don't know that you're lying. (Knocks) Landfall. We're home. Is this English soil? It was once. Now it ain't. Whose is it? Ours. (Laughs) Wait, I don't understand. The captain asked for me to go? Yes, in a manner of speaking. He doesn't know I'm coming, does he? No, but I have business here, so the job falls to you. And what is the job exactly? Captain's gonna ask Richard Guthrie for a favor. Mr. Guthrie is going to say no. When that happens, the captain will most likely react poorly. Your job is to restrain him. Restrain him, you say? No cargo moves off this island without Mr. Guthrie's ships and connections. The last crew that ran afoul of him couldn't buy or sell shit for two months. That's an outcome I'd like to avoid. Wait. He never listens to me. Nonsense. You're a highly regarded member of this crew. And I can assure you the captain regards your input more than you know. Billy's going with you. Who's Billy? What exactly happens to all this? It goes to the Guthries. They pay up front for it, take it someplace civilized and sell it. The Guthries? Mate, no offense, but the faster we get this loaded, the faster I can get up the hill and into the arms of my sweet, sweet Charlotte. Your recipes? I left them with our captain for safekeeping, but I don't see them with the rest of the journals. All the volumes from the prize are here unless the captain took it. In which case, it's in his cabin on the ship. He likes his books. Is that him? Is this necessary? He's just a cook. He meets the new ones. No exceptions. Um, what's going on? Who wants to meet me? Blackbeard. Whatever you do, don't show fear. You're not Blackbeard. Oh. I see. (Pirates laughing) If you get lost in there, give us a yell. (Laughing) (Door closes) Rules are rules. And you are ours. (Men shouting) Man: Mr. Gates. I need a moment with your boss. (Glass shatters) Not a good time. Woman: Get the fuck out. You want to run at first sign of trouble, be my guest, but don't expect me to fucking help you. And that goes for all of you. If you want to hunt, my door is open. But if the mere whiff of the navy is too much for you, then God bless and get the fuck out. Man: fuck yourself, cunt. (Cup clatters) Did you just tell me to fuck myself? Mr. Scott, who is this man? Mr. Sanderson. Crews with Captain Burgess of the Trinity. How much was their last haul? Scott: Nearly a thousand in profit. Best tally in months. Well, Mr. Sanderson. Pleased to be in your company. Do you know why? Because you're an earner. Can I tell you what happens when I stand near an earner? My pussy gets wet. In which case, I will go fuck myself. (Crowd cheering, laughing) Mistress Guthrie. Now what the fuck do you want? I wish you'd get control of your men. They come in here spouting off they've seen His Majesty's Navy out there and I have three crews pulling orders because they haven't got enough balls to get back in the water. I'll make sure to keep that in mind, ma'am, but right now the Scarborough is the least of my concerns. We have an agitator. fuck does that mean? Challenger for the captaincy of the Walrus capitalizing on our friend's recent rough patch. I expect him to call a vote soon. I expect it to be close. Flint's got morale problems. What do you want me to do about it? I need money to shore up support. You want a loan? Flint's made you more money than any captain here. But lately he hasn't. Yeah, well, that will change. But mark my words, without that money, the most valuable captain on this island will be out of a job tomorrow. Think of it as an investment in the future. Scott: You steal cargo at the end of a sword. We sell that cargo to markets that will never have you. When you are strong, you are a necessary evil. When you are not strong, you are likely soon to be dead. But what you are not ever is a sound investment. How much would you need? 1,000 pieces of eight, give or take. Take this to Virgil. He'll see that you get what you need. Thank you, ma'am. What? I'm wondering what it is exactly you think you just purchased. It's my money, isn't it? Must I answer for how I spend it? To me, no. But this enterprise belongs to your father. And I do not believe he would approve of this... investment. Well, then I suppose it's a good thing that my father isn't here. (knocking) Mr. Smith to see Mr. Guthrie. He's not expecting me. What does the crew think of me, Billy? Beg your pardon? You're the ship's boatswain. You know what's said behind my back. Um... I know they've always found me aloof, too educated. But now it seems they feel I'm... Too weak. I was gonna say unlucky. So that's the thinking. We've been attacking ships with light loads because I'm too weak to do otherwise. Is that what you think? I... What the hell are you doing here? Now is that any way to greet a friend? I much prefer that way. A sugar factor from Carolina. Who purchases stolen cargo from you because he trusts me because I have cultivated his confidence. And because I keep him from ever having to lay eyes on you. Then the sooner we get down to business, the better. (Pipe music playing softly) A whore for every finger on your hand, but your eyes kept drifting to this. Tell me, what is it that is so precious to you? One scream will bring Mr. Noonan. Bring him. I'll let him know his whores like to steal from their customers. And he can let your new captain know you have withheld something of great value that rightly belonged to his latest prize. (Chuckles) So, what now? This is to sell, is it not? But you cannot know who best to sell it to. I could know that. Hmm, and what's that going to cost me? Half. (Laughs) Pleasure should be shared equally. It's the only way to avoid hurt feelings. Look, this deal, it's really a terrible idea. There are so many ways it could go wrong. Me, I can't help myself. I see an opportunity, I take it. It's a sickness. Truly. But you, you can still walk away. Bien. Now tell me what it is. I don't know. (Speaks foreign language) You're not going to throw your support behind Singleton. I wondered when this visit would come. The vote is closer than you think. I know this because I brought back 16 votes today. Nelson's men are always for sale. Paying Muldoon got me the Welsh. As of now, Singleton is only up eight votes. And you and your men hold nine. So... The captain's fate is in our hands. In your hands. Your men vote with you. And how much are you willing to pay for those votes? (Sighs) Well... Nothing. Spent everything I had getting this far. Hmm. Think about your men. Think about their future. Is it their future you wish to protect or your friend's? What difference does it make? And you will pay us, obviously, from the very first prize we take. I assumed that went without saying. (Music playing) (Men laughing) You're in a festive mood. What do you want, Rackham? I'd hoped to toast your coronation as captain of the Walrus. Alas, I'm not so sure that's where we're headed. You should keep your distance till I signal you to return for me. If anything should happen and I don't return soon... I leave. Smart girl. Flint: Let me tell you a story about a Spaniard named Vazquez. A few weeks ago he staggers into a tavern on Port Royal. Takes a seat next to an English merchant captain. Vazquez, it turns out, is dying. Bleeding to death from a knife wound to the belly. The knife wound was courtesy of his former employer, La Casa de Contratacion, in Seville. Colonial intelligence. Naval, more specifically. One of their top agents in the Americas. Responsible for the security of one particular ship. A ship with a cargo so rich, the king of Spain is very anxious to see it launched. Vazquez warned that it was too late. Storm season was upon them and no escort could be mustered to guard her. But his superiors demanded that he sign off. They advised him that if he couldn't arrange for an escort, he should plot a course for the ship unknown to anyone but her captain and consider that route to be a state secret of the highest order. When Vazquez refused and threatened to report his concerns to the court, things got ugly. The ship in question... L'Urca de Lima. The largest Spanish treasure galleon in the Americas. According to Vazquez, total cargo in excess of $5 million. Marvelous story, Captain. And how exactly did you come to hear it? A spy in my employ in Port Royal who overheard the conversation. I must admit, I harbored my doubts to its authenticity right up until yesterday when I took the merchant captain's ship and found Vazquez's story neatly written into his log. Most impressive. It sounds like your plan is neatly resolved. What could you possibly want of me? Not quite entirely resolved. A page was torn from the log with the Urca's course and schedule written on it. Now I could recreate it from what's left, but I'd need help. Someone with expert knowledge of Spanish operations. Your man in Havana. I need you to make an introduction. Absolutely not. Five million Spanish dollars. When I take that ship, you stand to gain... When you take it? Do you have idea how heavily armed that ship is? Even without an escort. The risk is all mine. The risk is not all yours. If I were to even make inquiries about this with colonial intelligence, they'd see me dead. You may have nothing to lose, but I have a future planned I'm not so willing to throw away. Let me make myself plain. I will have that name. (Groans) Billy, put your pistol on Mr. Guthrie here. (Groans) (pistol hammer clicks) The name, please. I'm telling you it is simply out of the question. (Cracks) (Groans) Captain! (Horse whinnies) (beat approaching) Man: Hold here. MAN 2: Aye, Captain. What is it? Servant: Captain Hume of His Majesty's Ship the Scarborough. Richard: Captain Hume. You've caught me at business. I must ask you to return another day. My apologies, Mr. Guthrie. May I ask what sort of business? I'm sorry? I asked what sort of business you're conducting with these men. Sugar merchants from the colonies with business I'd just as soon conclude without interruption. So please, if you'll excuse us. Tell me something, Mr. Guthrie. Do you have gossip here? Gossip? I've often wondered if it can survive in so remote a location. You see, gossip is what holds civilization together. It reinforces shame. And without shame, well, the world is a very dangerous place. I'm sorry. I don't understand. Do you know what the gossip is in London about you? The gossip is that you make your profits selling ill-gotten cargo stolen by the pirates of Providence Island. There's no truth to that. We'll certainly find out, won't we? Take them into custody. All of them. (Grunting) You told me you and your men were with me. You gave me your word. I do what's best for my family. I'm what's best for your family. Flint has fucked us all for long enough. Can't you see that? (Shouts, groans) (Gurgling) Captain Vane. Eleanor: Do I even want to know? It's been a long day. But I am up one vote. Looks like Flint is safe. Mr. Gates. When he didn't return, we came looking for him. I found him here. He said one word before he died... Vane. Damn butcher. Yeah, but did you figure him for a clever one? I know what you're thinking. And we'd lose that fight. At least today. fuck that. Eleanor. Eleanor! (Voices overlapping) Awfully pleased with himself, isn't he? Why shouldn't he be? With Mosiah gone, Flint no longer holds the votes to remain captain. Once the Walrus's men realize Mr. Singleton's limitations, we'll have a host of talented defectors eager to swell our ranks. And he only gets stronger. He doesn't get shit without you bringing up that Singleton business in the first place. Yes, well, we all have our roles to play. (Grunts) I want to fuck. What, because of what I just said? fuck's it matter to you? All right, then. Ms. Guthrie. (Crowd gasps) (Grunts) Crowd: Ooh! Now, would you like to tell me what that was all about? You fucked me tonight. Flint, his captaincy, I had an interest. You'll live. You'll make it right. Why would I do that? 'Cause if you don't, you're finished here. I won't sell another ounce of your cargo. See how long you'll last as captain when your crew can't get paid. Eleanor, your father sells my cargo. Whatever it is you're so upset about, I doubt he feels the same. When I tell him you put our biggest earner out of business, he'll... Remind you that Flint hasn't been your biggest earner in quite some time. You'll also be reminded of what you've always known but never accepted, that if forced, your father will always choose profits over daughters. Hate your father? I wouldn't blame you. Hate me, too, if you'd like. And if you feel the need, cling to Flint and his legend and a past the rest of us have long outgrown. But make no mistake about it, whatever future this place has left, I'm it. And if you ever challenge me again in front of my crew, I may just forget that I loved you once. (Music playing) (Chatter, laughing) Have you found us a buyer? Patience, mon cher. Few here are willing to cross your captain. And those I have in mind must be approached with caution. Excuse me. Who did this? Him? I started it. (Scoffs) Why would you do this? (Winces) Please. When the sea grows rough, you come to Max. Max is your harbor. It's all coming apart. This place, I can feel it slipping away... You are so ready to see the worst. You cannot see what is right in front of your nose. (Gasping) The world is so full of surprises. Let it surprise you. (Moaning) What are you doing? I don't believe any of the men have ever met him face-to-face. We'll need to find a safe place to stash him before he comes to and starts talking. But in the meantime, I certainly don't want his clothes giving him away. You're gonna pretend that isn't Richard Guthrie? Soon word of Guthrie's arrest will hit the customs houses of Charleston, New York, and eventually Boston. Sooner than later, Nassau will be unable to sell to any legitimate market in the Americas. I don't want the men panicked about that when I need them focused on the Urca. Jesus. Can you hear yourself? You spent months lying to us about what it is we're hunting out here. And now when it's clear it can't possibly succeed, you want to keep lying. Maybe Singleton is right. Maybe it's time we made a change. Think carefully. What lies ahead, Mr. Singleton cannot see you through. And what is that? There's a war coming, Billy. One ship isn't a war. One ship isn't what's coming. That man Hume, the captain of the Scarborough told you as much. When a king brands us pirates, he doesn't mean to make us adversaries. He doesn't mean to make us criminals. He means to make us monsters. For that's the only way his God-fearing, taxpaying subjects can make sense of men who keep what is theirs and fear no one. When I say there's a war coming, I don't mean with the Scarborough. I don't mean with King George or England. Civilization is coming and it means to exterminate us. If we are to survive, we must unite behind our own king. We have no kings here. I am your king. (Whistling) (Crewmen murmuring) The crew is assembled for council. Mr. Singleton has called for a vote to select himself as the new captain of this crew. I need a minute. What happened with Richard? Oh, Jesus. I thought you said you'd deal with this. It fell through. You need to figure out what you're gonna say to them. They don't care about anything I have to say. Well, you need to make 'em care! Or I don't know what happens next. I can stall 'em for a few more minutes. And I am sorry. (Grunts) (Panting) (Crewmen murmuring) (Murmuring stops) I'm sorry. For the short hauls. For the trouble I've caused. But most importantly, for the disregard it seems I've shown you. The most important element of a healthy ship is trust. Trust between men. Trust between captain and crew. Without it, a ship is doomed. For the past few months, you and I have been on the trail of a prize so rich, it could upset the very nature of our world. And for that reason, I felt it necessary to keep it secret. I didn't trust you. And that was my mistake. Right now I would like to tell you that that prize is within our grasp and we are close. So close. But it would appear that my concerns about secrecy had merit. Someone on this crew discovered my plans... and tore from this log the very page necessary to discover that prize. Stole it for their own gain. Stole it from us. And then stoked your resentment to cover his crime... and make himself your captain. What? I don't know what he's talking about. That's a very serious accusation, Captain. Thievery is punishable by death. As is a false accusal of the same. Then, as per the articles, the accused has a choice. He can submit to a trial. With who as judge? You? No. No fucking way. Then swords. Perhaps it's better this way. Be rid of you once and for all. (Shouting) (Crew cheering) Crewman: Come on! Come on, Singleton! Get up! Come on! (Cheering) (Cheering stops) (Grunting) (Panting) It's the stolen page. (Crew murmuring) Friends, brothers... the prize that you and I have been pursuing... is L'Urca de Lima. The Hulk. A prize of almost unimaginable value. Now with this page securely in our possession, we can begin our hunt. And we will succeed no matter the cost. No matter the struggle. I will see that prize is yours. I'm not just gonna make you rich. I'm not just gonna make you strong. I'm gonna make you the princes of the New World! (Rhythmic pounding) Crew (chanting) Flint! Flint! Flint! Flint! Flint! Flint! Flint! (Cheering) He's downstairs. Can I help you? Perhaps we can help each other. I think I have something you might want to buy. 1x02: II Gates: Singleton, he has the votes to remove you as captain. They think he has any idea how to put money in their pockets? Landfall. We're home. Silver: Is this English soil? Logan: It was once. Whose is it? Ours. (Laughs) You screwed me tonight. Flint, his captaincy, I had an interest. When the sea grows rough, you come to Max. L'Urca de Lima. Total cargo of $5 million. Take them into custody. What happened with Richard? Someone tore from this log the very page necessary to discover that prize and then stoked your resentment to make himself your captain. It's the stolen page. Max: A whore for every finger on your hand, but your eyes keep drifting to this. I think I have something you might want to buy. (Birds chirping) (Chatter) When my father still lived here, this place was a fucking mess. Men just fucked in tents, threw their shit in the streets. I wonder if he didn't notice everyone living like animals or if he just didn't care. Why all this talk of your father? A man-o'-war was spotted yesterday. Royal Navy. What if today's the day? What if Scott is downstairs right now waiting to give me the news? The British are back. Decamp from Nassau. And then what? Then they blockade the island, choke off trade. A few crews will resist, but how long can they survive without my father's support? One by one their numbers will dwindle. The fort will be abandoned. Soldiers will storm the beach. By the time the smoke clears, my father will have arrived. First time he's set foot here in five years waving the royal commission that his bribes purchased and lording over the place. Round of applause, the new governor. Somewhere in London, some foul fuck will get news of all of this, light his pipe and say, "Finally, all is right again in Nassau." You say this as if it is certain. Perhaps you can buy this place. Nassau will need an inn. Max could be your partner. There is no finer host in the world. How will Mr. Noonan feel when he hears of this plan? I think maybe soon what Mr. Noonan feels will be of no concern to me. (Knocking) Yes? It's Scott. Can you let Mistress Guthrie know she's needed? I'll be down in a minute. I think, perhaps, you may be a little longer than that. Viens ici. (Giggling) (Dog barking) (Man shouting) (Men laughing) (Chicken clucking) Where is he? Says he wants to be the first one Flint sees when it's done. Prize master's in the tent. (Men cheering) Man: Show us the color of the gold! (Men shouting) Rum and snatch for each and all. (Cheering) Gentlemen, I understand your excitement, but do we really think it is a good idea to open up what are, to be fair, depleted reserves and start spending money we haven't earned yet? Man: Money we haven't earned yet? Dufresne: Gentlemen. (Men cheering) Man: Gold for the whores! (Laughing) Gates: Billy. Billy. Billy. Jesus. What did I do? Man: Have some whores! (Men cheering) Man: Drinks and whores! We don't like thieves. Beg pardon? You shouldn't steal. That's what happens. I see that. I'm hungry. All right. I'll see what I can do. You mustn't steal. He wasn't no thief, Randall. (Laughing) Here. Not now. Don't be stupid. The schedule is here on the island. How do you know? Whoever stole it came back to read the log, find out exactly what it was they had. Someone on that deck out there is our thief. Well, it can't be one of our men. How would they have known to look for it? And the men taken from the prize were all searched. What? The cook. I found him hiding in the armory standing over a dead body. Said it was su1c1de. Did you search him? Silver: Hold that boat. There will be another. I'm sure you're right, but... I understand everyone wants to get laid, but we disembark by seniority. Perhaps if you made the men some food, it would take the edge off the spree they're about to go on. Careful. Unless you want everybody to know what he's got. Where the fuck is he going? Ah! Crew: Ooh! (Screams) (Laughing) That kid must really want to get laid. (Laughs) Come on, give us your hand. (Bird squawking) I know it's late. (Coins clink) For Max. What happened to you? She worked late with the Ranger crew. Noonan know about this? He's just gonna let it go? 50 pieces they paid her. That's worth a few nicks to the hull, wouldn't you say? I have news. Please tell me it's the good kind. A crew of 10 have just arrived out of Carolina. Captain's waiting for us at the warehouse. He bring a prize with him? 50 barrels of tobacco and a fluyt's worth of rare silks. Let's go say hello. I had hoped we'd have a word first before we start work. You walked away from me last night and did something very foolish to a man whose temper you can no longer afford to provoke. He moved on Flint. I responded. And what did that accomplish? It made me feel better. Eleanor, you can never forget who these men are. They are not our friends. They are not our subjects. They want your father's business. That is the only reason we do not find their knives at our throats. Tell me you understand. Be honest, is it bad? 5,000 pesos in pearls. Don't leave much in the reserves. An investment, if you'll allow. Good morning, Captain. What are you up to, Jack? There's been a development. It seems that Captain Flint has for weeks been chasing a piece of information that would enable the bearer to know the precise whereabouts of the Spanish treasure galleon Urca de Lima. And you know this how? Because the thief who stole it from him has offered to sell it to me. You've met this person? His agent. The thief's too smart to show us his face. He's asking 5,000 pesos for a chance at five million. I'm sorry, have I said something funny? You'd empty our reserves to purchase what? A scrap of paper someone told you may be worth something? They have no reason to lie to me. They have 5,000 reasons to lie to you. Please tell me I don't need to explain further. Well, I doubt the crew will share your sentiments with what they stand to gain. Unless you have a score of your own to present. Or are we to sit here patiently waiting for Eleanor Guthrie to arrive, place one at our feet? Remind me how many leads have the Guthries brought us since you two had your falling out? Please tell me I don't have to explain further. Find me when Singleton's back and it's done. The fuck's his problem? He thought that Flint was the only one standing in the way of his being crowned king. He thought wrong. Hey, friend, can you point me to the blacksmith? Which way to the butcher? In the square. I need a new shirt. Hey, anybody know where the cook went? That way. That way. Oh, Jesus. What do we do? Don't get too comfortable in there, you twats. A couple of fuck and you're back on this beach. We got a score to chase. (Rhythmic slapping) I want to fuck, Max. Max. Yes? I want to fuck. You know the rules. That bitch keeps you all to herself. And she pays for the privilege. It's not fair. (Breathing heavily) It's not... it's not f... it's... it's not fair. It's not... What are you doing? Apologies. Don't let me interrupt. Wait your fucking turn! Certainly. Both: Outside! Okay. Okay, this is going to require a bit of an explanation. fuck. Come back later, mon cher. (Muttering) Have you no decency? Who do you think you are that you can cost me this money? Necessary, I'm afraid. We have a problem. Flint's onto me. And so you come here? What if you were followed? No, I was careful. Careful? You just told me you've been caught. Well, that's true. You fucked me. There's no need to panic. We can still make the deal and... And then what? How long before Flint discovers I had a part in this? When a man is being fucked, he wants to know whose cock was in him. True, but by that time, these two cocks will be in a boat halfway to Port Royal. Port Royal? After I get payment, we meet at the boat in the cove and leave tonight. Unless there's something else keeping you here. Man: I was told Richard Guthrie was the fence in Nassau. Brought his ships down from Boston. Hides his plunder in sugar barrels. But unless he went and sprouted tits, you're not him. (Laughs) I'm his daughter Eleanor. I run the operation here alongside my retainer Mr. Scott. A schoolgirl and a sugar monkey. We pay in coin, trade, or credit the moment your goods enter my warehouse. And while we're off selling it at rates you couldn't hope to match, you and your men get to enjoy the many pleasantries Nassau has to offer. And what will that cost us exactly? Around four reales on the dollar. Half our profits go to you? At first. But the more you earn, the better the terms. Oh, you enjoy setting terms, do you? Since I sprouted tits. Well, Port Royal is not that far. I think I'll keep my haul and my profits. No offense. None taken. Though you might want to keep that decision to yourself. And why is that? Because the last fool who turned her down was never seen or heard from again. Though the same can't be said for his plunder. A seller brought it to Mistress Guthrie the very next day. And that seller would be you? Well, perhaps you'll find me more of a match than that other craven bastard. James Bridge of the Demeter. Charles Vane of the Ranger. The negro gentleman takes our goods, does he? Come on. We're off. Come on. Let's go. That wasn't necessary. But fun, nonetheless. I'd like a word in private. We have some business to get sorted. Wonderful. I don't have time for this, so if there's something... I want to talk about our business. I noticed lately that my crew hasn't been given the same kind of information from you about potential prizes that we once did. That others currently do receive. You've noticed that, have you? I believe it to be personal and I'd like to put an end to it. Things were better... are better for the both of us when you and I are on the same side of things. I would like to return to that. You have an odd way of showing it. Excuse me? I have responsibilities here... commerce to oversee, profits to maintain. The idea that I would withhold valuable leads for personal reasons is fucking absurd. Is that so? I stopped providing you with intelligence because I don't like the way you run your ship. Your men are undisciplined, unruly. For as much money as they bring in, they cause twice as much damage. They're fucking animals. You encourage it. And that makes you a poor investment. You expect me to believe this is about business? I don't give a fuck what you believe. I know that last night... last night, you killed a member of a crew that has value to me in order to depose a captain that has value to me. And now not only do you expect to be forgiven, you wish to be rewarded for it. Flint's so weak he needed protection from you and I'm the poor investment? From where I sit, you coming here means one of two things. Either you're under the illusion that with Flint gone, I have no other choice than to give you what you want or you think because you and I used to fuck, you can cross me without any consequences. (People shouting) I'm not sure which of the two is more stupid. Be careful, Eleanor. fuck you, Charles. (Shouting continues) Man: Captain says we're gonna be rich! Son of a bitch. You made it. I did. What happened? I thought Singleton had the votes. Turns out Mr. Singleton was unfit for command. We have more pressing issues to attend to. Shall I wait? Captain Vane was just leaving. Hey, what the fuck happened on that ship? Where is Singleton? Fruit. Fruit. Tits. Tits. Plant. Plant. It's the fucking same. Yes, Captain, I'm sure they look the same. What the hell are you doing? Watch this. As I explained, this is the work of Adriaen Hanneman. A masterwork, unmistakably. This is an abomination. To suggest that the value of one has any bearing on the other simply strains the very bounds of reason. Fruit. Fruit. Tits. Tits. I love this town. I'm so glad you're entertained. I'm sorry, weren't we supposed to be looking for the cook? We are. Any luck? No, and I've looked all over. Meanwhile, you haven't moved from this stump all day. Billy, take a load off. Fruit. Fruit. Tits. Tits. Plant. Plant. I've always been straight with you, haven't I? Never lied. Never hedged. You did the right thing. Yesterday when you sent me with the captain to Harbour Island, you told me to restrain him if he tried to go too far. I did. Singleton wasn't a thief. Flint baited him into that fight, then he killed him. That's not going too far? Singleton was no saint. That's not the point. The point is I lied to my own crew to protect the captain. You lied to protect the crew. You saw the Scarborough, mate. You know what's coming. We can't thieve forever. Flint said we need a king. Is that what you think? I think we need something. Five million pieces is a good place to start. I guess we just keep looking, then. No need. There's a man up there. Where? The brothel. Ah, the brothel. Take them inside. Why are we following the appraiser? Because if I'm this cook and I want to sell the schedule and leave this place a rich man, I need two things... I need a boat and I need a method of payment. Billy: A method of payment? What about gold coins? Gold is too heavy, attracts too much attention. So I need a bill of exchange or... Jewels. I was thinking pearls. And I'd want to know the exact value of what I'm getting. (Music playing) (Chatter) Logan: Mr. Gates. Hello, boys. Where the fuck have you two been? (Laughs) Come join us. We'll be right with you. Any chance he's up for a quick fuck? With Anne Bonny standing guard? Excellent luster and orient. Rest assured, young lady, the quality is quite good. 200 pieces of eight at any clearinghouse in the civilized colonies. And the rest of them? No offense. None taken. Sure I can't suck your cock while you do that? Uh, thank you, no. Use my hand? Sing you a song? Something worth paying money for? fucking peepers. My father's under arrest? A fugitive, technically. I have him on the Walrus. He was injured in the escape, but he'll survive. Unfortunately, the same can't be said for his reputation. This is impossible. He's been bribing the Lords Proprietor for years. They've agreed to make him governor here. It would appear they've had a change of heart. You don't seem concerned about this. I never much liked your father. Too caught up in appearances. She's not talking about your opinion of the man. Once news spreads of Mr. Guthrie's arrest, our operation here will no longer be viable. No legitimate port will have us. And his ships, the ships that take your cargo to market, if they are not impounded already, will be on their way back to Boston. Captain, we are finished here. Under normal circumstances, I'd agree with you. However... However what? Let me tell you a story about a Spaniard named Vazquez. Happy to be of service. Thank you for your patience in these matters. You understand my partner simply wishes to be careful. I wouldn't fault him in the slightest. Now, shall we discuss delivery? The wrecks at sundown. Once he sees the pouch with the seal unbroken, he will hand over the page. Is something wrong? It's unclear which is more appealing, your beauty or your intelligence. You are very kind, monsieur. Well, let's not get carried away. You. Is there a problem, Captain? She doesn't have your page. Flint does. He killed Singleton, took it off his body. His crew's skipping around the island like the prize is as good as theirs. That is impossible. My partner has the page. What? Mr. Singleton is not the seller, I assure you. What did you just say? Rackham: Charles. Shut up, Jack. You really want to keep pushing this? Play me for a fool? You are mistaken. Yeah, the fuck I am. (Whimpers) I need a weapon. Tell me the truth. The page is gone. No. Do you have a candlestick or perhaps a heavy shoe? That'll do. Vane: Play me for a fucking fool? Max: You are mistaken. Vane: Yeah, the fuck I am. Don't fucking lie to me! (Whimpers) She isn't lying, Charles. Flint is. What? He lost the page. So what does he do? He bluffs. He makes Singleton the thief and killed him to prevent counterargument, putting a tidy end to his mutiny in the process, then hopes he can recover it before anyone's the wiser. Honestly, Charles, are we to believe that Singleton, while conspiring with you to depose Flint, was using this whore to try and bilk your crew out of its money? Say what you want about Singleton, but he was neither that clever nor that dumb. Now will you please put her down so we can complete our transaction? Is that what you thought? You could fuck us out of our money and then hide behind Eleanor? You think I'd really let that happen? You think I'm that fucking pathetic? Jesus, lady. (Choking) (Shouts) Unless Mr. Singleton rose from the grave to eavesdrop on us... it would appear she's telling the truth. (Gasps) If he's wrong about this, he'll answer to our crew. If you're lying, you'll answer to me. (Max coughing) Yes, all right. (Panting) The Urca de Lima? That's correct. You're talking about a floating castle. No one has ever taken a treasure galleon like that as a prize. Let me worry about hunting her. It's what comes after for which I'll need your help. After? Why return at all to Nassau? With money like that and my father out of business, why not run? What's coming our way can't be outrun. But with the money I strip from the Hulk, we could add 50 guns to the fort. We could build ships to defend our shores and train new men to sail them. We could work the land, grow crops and raise cattle. Then whoever arrives on our shores first, be it England or Spain, will be in for a most unwelcome surprise. A nation of thieves. (Laughing) You have your doubts? Of turning pirates into farmers and soldiers? Of fighting a war against Whitehall from a sliver in the Atlantic? Doubt, Captain Flint, does not begin to describe how I am feeling. If there's to be a war, that will be Whitehall's choice. I'd settle for a pardon, title on lands, and a governor that I could trust. And so would most of the men out there. They're not animals, Mr. Scott. They're men starved of hope. Give that back to them, who's to say what could happen? Why do this? Why here? Odysseus, on his journey home to Ithaca, was visited by a ghost. The ghost tells him that once he reaches his home, once he slays all his enemies and sets his house in order, he must do one last thing before he can rest. The ghost tells him to pick up an oar and walk inland. And keep walking until somebody mistakes that oar for a shovel. For that would be the place that no man had ever been troubled by the sea. And that's where he'd find peace. In the end, that's all I want. To walk away from the sea and find some peace. (Door opens) I think we found it. Found what? The Urca's schedule was taken from me. When were you planning on mentioning that? Everything's under control. We're close to recovering it. Vane just met with Frasier at the brothel. I assume he's the buyer. We missed the thief, but he's using a whore as a go-between. I left Billy to keep an eye on things. If we get moving, there's half a chance to get in front of this. Find the cook... (Voice fades) (Door opens) Good. Maybe you can get her to talk. I'm fine. Huh, the fuck you are. She nearly got herself killed by Captain Vane. I want to know why. Leave us alone, Noonan. Come on. Max, I... I'm glad you are here. I was going to send word for you. You and I have a decision to make and it must be made right now. I'm about to receive a great deal of money for a service I provided. Max, I need you to give me the schedule. Flint's schedule. When you were talking this morning about being free from Noonan, that's what you meant, wasn't it? How do you know this? It doesn't matter. Max, Flint needs that page. The money he can get from his prize, it can give this place a future. It can give us a future here. If the page isn't delivered to Vane, he will kill me. I can protect you. Scott can protect you. You have to trust me. Leave with me. What? I have a boat waiting. I will have enough money for us to start anew. But I can't leave here. Why not? Because I've spent my life trying to build something here. It's all I have. I can't just walk away. It is not all you have! Eleanor, this place is just sand. It cannot love you back. You know this. You must know this. Your father left you. Your mother was taken from you. Everyone you have ever loved you have lost and it terrifies you. But not me. I will never, ever leave you. I love you. (Knocks) Gates: Miss Guthrie. You brought them here? I... Come with me. Right now. The boat is waiting. We can be free of this place. We can have a life together. And it can start this very minute. All you have to do is say yes. Set us both free. Come in. (Door opens) Max, I need you to tell me where the page is. And if I don't, then what? This doesn't have to go badly. I want her to say it. I want her to say that she would sit there and watch as you beat the answer out of me to save this place. Say it. Say it. The wrecks at sundown. Max, please. Get the fuck out. I meant what I said. I can protect you. Get the fuck out! (Sobbing) (Door closes) (Men chattering) Frightened, Jack? Please. There's nothing in there but opium addicts, lunatics, and men who thought themselves too good to wear a condom. The pearls. He says you give me the pearls. Did he say anything else? No. I want him out here. Captain. I know you can hear me! You want your money, you show your fucking face! That's the only way this gets done. Captain, I'm afraid our friend out there has all the leverage in this particular situation. Now, we can rail and shout and stamp our feet, but that doesn't change the fact that unless we give this fellow... (Groans) You were saying? Now, come out here and face me or these pearls go back where they belong! fuck. Rackham: Charles, it is important this deal goes through tonight. This is a potential prize that changes everything for us. Do not scuttle it by... (Soft clatter) He says you give me the pearls. (gun echoes) Ah! (Screams) (Gasps) (Coughing) (Grunts) Where's the page? You can't have it. Not at the moment. And, please, we should go. Where have you hidden it? You're looking at it. What the fuck are you talking about? Well, I couldn't be certain I would escape both the madman and you, so I took drastic measures for the sake of my survival. Your schedule is up here. fuck! You don't have to do this. Mr. Noonan has men at your door. And Guthrie's put three more downstairs. Vane can't get to you here. I know. But I cannot stay. Will you help me? (Sniffles) Meet our thief. Why is he still alive? It's a long story. Do you mind if we stash him here for the night? Billy can stand guard. Flint will want our answer in the morning. (Pouring liquid) I know you don't approve of this, but I need to do this. I need it. Please. Stay with me. All right. (Sighs) (Drums beat) (Whooping and cheering) (Fortepiano playing) (Playing) (Horse whinnying) (Stops playing) (Door opens) Take off your boots. I'll boil some water. (Grunts) (Exhales) 1x03: III Flint: Urca de Lima, the largest Spanish treasure galleon in the Americas. A page was torn from the log with the Urca's course and schedule. Take them into custody. ( grunts ) ( crew cheering ) The schedule is here on the island. The thief who stole it has offered to sell it to me. 5,000 pesos in pearls. After I get payment, we leave tonight. Leave with me. I've spent my life trying to build something here. If you ever challenge me again in front of my crew, I might just forget that I loved you once. The page is gone. Don't lie to me! Where's the page? You're looking at it. I took drastic measures. Your schedule is up here. Ah! ( theme music playing ) ( rooster crows ) ( birds chirping ) ( groans ) ( sheep bleating ) ( pots clanking ) ( sniffs ) You're dripping blood across my floor. Whoever tied this bandage was either blind or drunk. I think both. ( winces ) Oh, my God. You couldn't have told me about this last night? It's really not as bad as it looks. ( groans ) ( coughs ) Is that really necessary? One of my neighbors must have witnessed your arrival last night. They've planted a spy out by the scrub pine. The crone with the crooked nose? She passed. Pastor Lambrick has a new chief of intelligencers. Mrs. Archer. Eyes like saucers. What is it? I found it, Miranda. Parrish's ship? You found the schedule? Ma'am. She's gone. She's gone? Are you sure? One of the whores helped her past the guards. She said Max had a boat waiting. I went to check. It's no longer there. I told her I would protect her. Did she not believe me? She chose this, not me. Something wrong? You better be worth it. ( door slams ) When do you imagine you'll sail? We'll know for certain once that thief has transcribed the page that he stole, but it'll be soon. ( snaps fingers ) Which reminds me. Found it in Parrish's cabin. Middleton. Thought you might like it. I must admit, given how long it's taken to track him, I had wondered if it was a lost cause. You seem disappointed. Not at all. I just... well, I was hoping to have you all to myself. ( horse whinnies ) ( dog barking ) About that. Ma'am. I need a favor. You promised us a score. That I did. And now there's no score. There would not appear to be, no. This ain't no joke, Jack. 5,000 pesos of our money is gone and someone's got to answer for it. I assure you all what happened last night was as disappointing to me as it was to you. But if you're quite certain my value to this crew is exhausted, then by all means elect yourselves a new quartermaster. Make it right, Jack. Quickly. Where's the rest? Beg pardon? The Urca has a planned stop to take on water somewhere on the coast of Florida. That's the point where they're most vulnerable to attack. This describes a course that ends miles short of the coast. Where's the rest of the course? Well, I can't exactly write that down, can I? Why not? Well, you all seem rather angry with me. Especially you. And if I were to write it all down, then what's to stop you from killing me right here? I say we bring Joji in here. He'll have it out of him in 10 minutes. Silver: torture won't help you. You haven't seen Joji work. No, I mean I have an exceptionally low tolerance for pain. I'd say anything to make it stop. But there may be a more mutually beneficial solution to all this. What if I were to remain with your crew? It makes sense. I forgo payment for the schedule in exchange for my share of the prize. You proceed with your plan. When the time comes for me to reveal the last piece, I will be right by your side. If what I tell you is in any way incorrect, well, you can do with me what you will. And when the Urca's ours, what's to stop me from killing you anyway? Well, that's a few weeks from now, isn't it? We might be friends by then. ( chuckles ) Good enough for you? I guess it will have to be. Wait, we're moving ahead? Flint: Mr. Gates and I will begin our search for a consort. This is not a task we'll be able to complete without the assistance of another ship. Captain, can we just discuss this? Join me outside, Billy. We'll need some additional items that will exceed our normal demands. You'll have it. 100 casks of powder. 1,000 rounds of shot. New guns, 12-pounders. At least a dozen of them. When we fire on the Urca, we'll need to do more than make a scratch or we'll have no chance of success. As I said... you'll have it. All right, fire away. Silver knows Singleton wasn't a thief. Am I the only one that remembers this? No, you're not. Our crew is less than a day removed from a mutiny. I don't care how much gold you dangle in front of them, that hatred doesn't just disappear. And Flint wants to put him back on board? What if he tells the wrong person the truth? I think we need to canvass. Oh, Billy. No, 'cause then we'll at least know who to watch out for and who to keep Silver separated from on the watch. And there's a good chance by doing that, you're gonna cause the very same suspicion you're looking to ferret out. You know that, don't you? Everything all right? Aye. Onward. You, come with me. You heard him. You sure he's all right? Billy? He'll be fine. Randall. Mr. Silver here has lost a wager to me. Owes me the rest of the day helping you peel. Not supposed to wager on the ship. I know, but it was made over an ale at Guthrie's. It's all in good order. Would you do me a favor and keep an eye on him? Give me a yell if he tries to wander off. Peel. ( screaming ) That's what I'll do if he should wander. I haven't seen a pair of 12-pound guns on this island in months. He wants a dozen and you tell him not to worry. Bryson's due back in two days. And? He's armed himself with 12-pounders since he joined my father's fleet. What? But they are his guns. You can't expect him to give them to us. ( sniffs ) I understand that. And while we're on the subject of Bryson, once he arrives, if he arrives, that is the last of your father's supply ships we can expect. We have to assume that the others will hear of your father's arrest at port. In which case they won't dare return here. Look. I can reach out to our contacts in Port Harbour. And there's also the sloop trade in Havana and Santo Domingo. But even so, we will only cover roughly one-third of our costs per ship per week, which means in less than four weeks-- The warehouse is empty. Then he'll have to help us. Who? My father. I can't help but notice that you don't seem to like me very much. Do you mind if I ask why? I can cook. I see. You're upset because they gave me your job. In my own defense, I'm still trying to figure out how this whole place works myself. I mean, I came aboard the ship two days ago and I hear Mr. Singleton making what sounds to me to be a lot of sense. Then less than a day later, he's dead, Flint remains, and everyone seems to have forgotten that any of it ever happened. What? Do you know of people who still harbor some anger towards the captain? Not supposed to talk about that. Well, that's a shame. If you knew someone like that, I'd be very curious as to what they had to say. Hello, Father. You lost a lot of blood. May I have a towel? I'm sorry this happened to you. Flint wants you guarded. To make certain you don't interfere with his plan to hunt the Spanish galleon. Father, I need your help. If we're to stay in business here, we need a new partner. Someone with ships and legitimacy. Someone we can trust not to cross you. I know this is difficult, but I need you to trust me. I can do this. Who the fuck are you kidding? It's help me or flee to Boston. Beg your father and brothers for sanctuary. Oh, they might save you from the gallows, but they won't spare you their scorn. You'll be right back in the parlor room listening through a crack in the door to where the real business is being done. Back to where you started before you brought Mother and myself here and we made you into the man that you always insisted to them that you were. Think on that while you sit here and pretend that helping me isn't the only choice you have. Billy, I don't know what you want me to say. No griping? No grumbling over duties? Everyone on the crew is content, that's what you're saying? Except for maybe this bastard. There you go. Hmm. Oh, for fuck's sakes. I just find it hard to believe. You know what I find hard to believe? What? We've been on land two days and you still haven't gotten yourself laid. Now that's a fucking mystery worth investigating. I was right, wasn't I? Billy's been asking 'round about us. What do you think? Does he know anything? No. And if we're smart, it'll stay that way. What's this? You backing out? You know Flint lied about Singleton. You know what he is. fuck you, then. I've been talking with our friend Randall about my suspicions about our captain. He seems to think we might have that in common. ( sighs ) You make me climb those fucking stairs just to see you again and my first order of business will be tossing you and that poxy chair into the fucking ocean. Philip, do you know the provenance of the chair in which I currently sit? The what? This chair once sat in the Plymouth office of one Sir Francis Drake. I took this chair from a prize off the coast of Boston. I lost six men in that fight. Ever since then, this chair has resided here atop my fort from which I survey the harbor that I protect for the good of an ungrateful island. Philip, if Mr. Gates should ever lay a hand on my chair, you have my permission to shoot him where he stands. Yes, sir, Captain Hornigold. How are you, Ben? "How are you, Ben?" Don't be pleasant with me. I know why you're here. L'Urca de Lima. Every captain on the island is buzzing about who will be joining you on consort. News travels fast. ( scoffs ) Time was the thought of taking on a treasure galleon would have gotten you laughed off a crew. The world's changed, Ben. Some risks nowadays, it's more dangerous not to take 'em. ( chuckles ) Jesus, now you're talking like him. ( laughs ) So I am to be Flint's new consort, huh? Is that what it is? He couldn't come down here and ask me himself? He thinks you don't like him. Then he's right. The man's arrogant and presumptuous. Be that as it may, he doesn't want you as the consort. Then what does he want? Your ship and your crew. The offer is one share per man, two for you personally in exchange for your support in persuading the men to vote in favor. And who exactly is going to captain my ship under these arrangements? ( chuckles ) Oh. You?! Oh, don't say it like that. It's not such a crazy idea. Isn't it? Well, look, he doesn't want somebody new. He and I share a kind of a shorthand. Your ship is sound. Your crew know and trust me. It makes the most sense. You assume too much. I'm not even certain my men trust me at this stage. Any news from your friends in Edinburgh? The last I heard, James fled to France. Call him the Pretender now. I promised my men that if they stayed with me, they'd be soldiers again, that they'd be part of a rebel navy fighting a war to restore a rightful king. Now... They'd never desert you. Who knows what they'll do? They're coming to terms with a very uncomfortable truth. And what is that? That no matter how many lies we tell ourselves or no matter how many stories we convince ourselves we're part of, we're all just thieves awaiting a noose. And what do I tell Flint? That after 50 years at sea... you're the only man I've ever met that's gotten dumber with age. Miranda: Hello. Salted meat, cornbread, broth. If you require anything else, just ask. Who are you? My name is Mrs. Barlow. Who are you to him? "Marcus Aurelius." Have you read it? It's a personal favorite. And at the risk of sounding presumptuous, I think you might find it helpful. Perhaps when you've finished, we could discuss it together. Hey! ( sighs ) What the hell are you doing here? Where's Randall? Follow me. There. The short-haired gentleman who goes by Mr. Turk, Randall, and the man in black. They are what's left of your mutiny. How do you know? Because I had a long conversation with Mr. Turk about it this afternoon. His resentment of the captain runs very, very deep. And he's convinced Flint lied about Singleton. When I told him I was of a like mind, he happily opened up. And now you're telling me why? I want to live. Earning your trust seemed like a good start toward that end. Now, would you like to know what Mr. Turk shared with me about our beloved captain? Turk thinks Flint is undead, walks the earth without a soul. He believes there's a witch who lives deep inside the island who controls his every move. More or less, yes. fucking numbskull's been spreading those tales for years. Randall is Randall. But Morley... Morley I had no idea about. He's got no one left but the misfits. How dangerous can he be? Mind if I sit down? I understand congratulations are in order. Captaining the Royal Lion as consort to the Walrus. It's your first command, is it not? Get up and walk away. With all due respect, Mr. Gates, this tone is beneath us. As quartermasters, we serve our men best when we rise above the fray and see the truth from an unobstructed vantage. When we indulge in their-- I don't know what you're after, Jack, but you sound like one desperate fuck to me. Has this got anything to do with that massive stash of pearls you lost out by the wrecks, eh? ( laughs ) How long did they give you to make it right? They weren't specific about time frames. Oh, usually in my experience, that means about three days. Perhaps instead of pestering me, you should be out there looking for a boat. It won't take much for you to lose that new crew of yours. You may have them fooled now, but at sea... Perhaps you'll oversleep the bells and need to be roused. Perhaps you'll be handed the glass and need help with where to point it. Perhaps you'll slip and fall and that knee of yours will finally give out. Perhaps-- perhaps. Perhaps no one will say anything. Of course, they respect you too much for that. But the moment the Urca looms close and the first shot is fired in anger, you know exactly what every last man in that crew will be thinking. Christ Almighty, I wish we had a captain 30 years younger. What did we spend on stores? Too much, sir. We're bleeding money. Just tell me how much it was. 105-- Mr. Dufresne. Would you give us a moment, please? We're almost done. Just another minute. Dufresne, get the fuck out. I think I have a better idea for the consort than the one we discussed. Another crew for you to captain? No, different captain. Comes with his own crew. Really? Who? Charles Vane. ( laughs ) Yeah. Yes, let's do that. ( laughing ) That wasn't a joke, was it? Are you ill? Not that I'm aware of. Then why would you even think-- Because the Ranger is twice the ship the Lion is. More men, more guns. More importantly, the captain is strong in a fight, second only to you. Where's this coming from? You said it yourself. Without the Urca, we have nothing. From where I'm sitting, without Vane, we don't have the Urca. Even if I was willing to consider this, and I am absolutely not willing to consider this, what makes you even think he would do it? fuck you, Jack. Rackham: I understand your feelings, but humbly, I'm not certain this is entirely your choice. You already told the crew. They have a right to know. And if Mr. Gates succeeds in bringing Flint to the table, they may wish to move forward with or without your endorsement. They were ready to bury you this morning. You're looking to dig the hole even deeper. They need to yell every now and then. It's good for their self-esteem. And besides, you haven't even asked me what's in it for you. You said five million pieces of eight. That's what's in it for the crew. Do you really think I'd bring you something like this with just money to offer in return? See the bigger picture. What are you talking about? If we swallow our pride and help Flint land the Urca, who else on this island stands to benefit? Who else might see you in a different light? What did you have to threaten him with to get him to agree to this? This was his idea. Here we go. Shall we begin? First off, let me express my appreciation to everyone seated at this table. Given recent events, it's encouraging to know that we can still rise above our differences in the spirit of mutual-- I want to talk about Mosiah. --gain. What about him? He's dead. And before we rise above anything, I want to hear your cowardly fuck of a captain apologize for it. I'd like a moment to confer with my colleague. Outside. That was my fault. Entirely my fault. I should have been clearer when I prepared you for this meeting. When I said we would need to keep our tempers in check if we were going to make this meeting happen, I should have specified we'd need to do so for the duration of the meeting as well. Not to worry. A simple setback. Now we have clarity and a unity of vision. I feel good. You? ( sighs ) All righty, then. What Captain Flint meant to say is that we have a crew to answer to. And whether we can reach an agreement around this table is meaningless if we can't sell it to our men. Having lost a valued and respected brother, they will want to know what's been done about it. Without accepting responsibility for your loss, I can see a small allowance being made for goodwill. How much did you have in mind? £10,000. That's for Mosiah. Now let's talk about his man that you killed. ( sighs ) No, that's all right. We can wait. ( Gates shouting ) Well, at this rate, the Urca will get to Cadiz and back again before we resolve anything. I'm gonna take a piss. Be honest. Are you as surprised as I am... that I'm the only one here behaving myself? ( sniffs ) A share per man, two for the captain, two additional for use of the ship, and five set aside in a fund to offset injury payments. Share and a half for the captain, one for the ship. Injuries come out of your end. But your men get priority on... unique items. Ooh. Done. Oh, just one more thing. Don't push your luck, Jack. No, no, the terms are agreeable. My concern is who will enforce them? What the fuck are you talking about? Your role in propping up Captain Flint was made clear when you assault my captain the other night. What's to stop you from altering the terms of the deal after the fact to see it suit a more favored party? I'd feel much better if our deal had a more impartial guarantor. And who did you have in mind? The only person around here that isn't beholden to Miss Guthrie for their livelihood. Her father. Gates: Are you fucking kidding me? What have we been doing here all day if you're planning on pulling this shit? Certainly he can be persuaded to come down off the mountain, as it were, and bless our little arrangement. Unless I'm missing something. My father doesn't know about this. I see. But you have my word these terms shall be honored. Perhaps it would be wise to revisit our terms to account for this added risk. Gates: No one's revisiting shit. We had a fucking deal. I've heard enough. ( sighs ) Vane: The terms are fine. Her word's good enough for me. And it's good enough for you, too. Well... can we consider this a deal? Rackham: I was getting somewhere. You're too clever for your own good, Jack. Regardless, our fortunes appear to be on the rise. So... perhaps it's time you finished cleaning up last night's mess before someone finds out and everything we've achieved here goes up in smoke. ( sighs ) She's all yours, Captain. You do understand I had no choice. What you did, it required an answer. I've been meaning to ask you. Our mutual friend, she put guards at your door, tried to protect you. Yet you left anyway. Why? You really have to ask? How did you feel when she threw you aside? ( exhales ) When she's ready, get her on a boat. Captain, this isn't what I meant by cleaning up. What if she comes back? She won't. Do it after dark. And do it quietly. Man: Mrs. Barlow. I'm sorry. You're expecting company. I can return another time. Pastor Lambrick, you have happened by here every Wednesday for months now. I've grown tired of acting surprised, so I have instead decided this Wednesday to receive you properly. I beg your pardon. I'm afraid I've become a burden. Far from it. I look forward to our conversations. Please, sit? ( snoring softly ) This week's sermon? ( chuckles ) Your thoughts are always enlightening. Ahem. Easter. Is it Easter already? "It is Christ's love of sinners that gave him the strength to endure his agony. This, the truest form of love, love through suffering--" Do you believe this? It's not to be believed or disbelieved. It's God's gospel truth, is it not? "Thy navel is like a round goblet which wanteth not liquor. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies. Thy breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. Thy stature is like that of a palm tree and thy breasts like clusters of grapes. I will go up the palm tree and take hold of its fruits." God wrote that, too. True love shouldn't require suffering. And you don't have to take my word for it. More tea? I must confess there is an ulterior motive for my visit today beyond the content of my sermon. Is that so? There are whispers among my flock that a ship of the Royal Navy docked in Harbour Island recently. The Scarborough. They say the king means to reassert colonial rule here. Perhaps soon. Judgment in this world, not the next. For those who are a part of my flock when that judgment arrives, their righteousness will almost certainly go beyond doubt. It's not quite that simple for me. Is he keeping you here? Good day, Pastor. ( floor creaks ) ( footsteps approaching ) ( breathing heavily ) Ah! ( grunts ) ( moans ) Hello, Jack. Gentlemen. The captain might have brought her here... but it's up to us when we're done with her. ( Max screaming ) Captain, the men. I need you now. Oh, shit. Eleanor, wait. fuck. Shit. ( grunts ) fuck you! ( whimpering ) You did this. Listen to me very carefully. You are, all of you, this whole crew, as of right now finished! You will not sell anything. You will not buy anything. You will not eat anything. Eleanor. Unless-- unless you decide right now to elect yourselves a new captain. ( men murmuring ) Unless you decide to join the crew of Captain Flint. You will join his crew and you will grant him disposal of your ship. So what will it be? Beggars under an old captain? Or rich men under a new one? Where are you going? You move, you die. Get the fuck away from her! I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry he did this to you. Let me take care of you. We could have left. We could have been free. He didn't do this to me. You did. My actions cost you your pearls. Until the debt is paid, I am yours. What the hell just happened? It looks like she just gave us a ship. A ship with no captain. ( bell rings ) Billy. Is my watch up? So, what now? You here to threaten me? What the captain wants to accomplish here, our survival hangs in the balance. And I need to know we're all pulling in the same direction. I've got a right to think what I think. Well, then say it. Singleton was no thief. He had his warts, but thieving wasn't one of them. Singleton stole the page. Saw it with my own eyes. You calling me a liar? Oh, fuck! I may be wrong about Singleton, but I'm not wrong about Flint. What's that supposed to mean? To him, we're all disposable. Chits to be used for his own purposes. I don't believe that. That's because you don't know about Mrs. Barlow. You were right. This is a remarkable book. May I? The emperor writes, "How should you be? You should be like a rocky promontory against which the restless surf continually pounds. It stands fast while the churning sea is lulled to sleep at its feet. I hear you say, 'How unlucky that this should happen to me.' But not at all. Perhaps say instead, 'How lucky I am that I am not broken by what has happened and I'm not afraid of what is about to happen.' For the same blow might have struck anyone, but not many who would have absorbed it without capitulation or complaint." 1x04: IV Morley: I'm not wrong about Flint. To him we're all disposable. I don't believe that. That's because you don't know about Mrs. Barlow. You found the schedule. What if I forgo payment for the schedule in exchange for my share of the prize? We'll need some additional items. New guns... 12-pounders. You'll have it. Without the Urca we have nothing. Without Vane we don't have the Urca. Our friend tried to protect you. You left anyway. Why? How did you feel when she threw you aside? (Max screaming) Eleanor, wait. (grunting) Eleanor: Listen to me carefully. You are finished. Unless you decide to join the crew of Captain Flint. Looks like she just gave us a ship. Ship with no captain. So sorry he did this to you. He didn't do this to me. You did. (theme music playing) (bell rings) Captain Gates. (knocks) It's time. (crew murmuring) First item for the council concerns leadership. As you know, I've been asked to serve as captain of the Ranger when next we sail. Obviously that means less time spent with you idiots. (crew laughs) So... you will need somebody to act as your quartermaster in the meantime. Unless anybody's got any better ideas, I was thinking Billy Bones. (cheering) I thought so. Billy. Billy: Ahem. Next item... careening. (grumbling) Man: Bad start, Billy. She's long overdue. If we're gonna win the Urca, the Walrus must be shipshape. That means we tip her. Plain and simple. The question is, where do we do the tipping? Wherever there's plenty of rum. (Laughing) As always, the ship's account is open. Rum casks and Mr. Simpson's buttered oranges are on their way. And the pigs are being readied for Mr. Silver's spit. Now, to return to the issue of location. What about the fuck tent? That's probably something we can discuss. (crew chanting) fuck tent! fuck tent! Mr. De Groot. You may not like what I have to say, but if it remains unsaid, I fear the worst. I've inspected the shoreline proposed by the captain for this undertaking and it is simply unsuitable to the task at hand. The anchorage is poor. The incline too steep. I cannot endorse it. The risk for calamity is too high. With the crew's assent, I ask for time to find a more suitable beach. Flint: And delay our efforts by how long? Two weeks? A month? A clean hull means an extra knot or two in speed, five degrees or more in coming about. It's essential to the job at hand. If we had weeks, we'd surely take them. But we must sail within days if we are to meet the Urca. Now, Mr. De Groot's concerns are valid... but they come at a price. $5 million in Spanish gold, to be exact. (crew murmuring) All those in favor of the captain's plan to careen here near the bay? All: Aye! It would appear the ayes have it. Nay. Mr. Morley's dissent is noted along with Mr. De Groot's. All right, let's beach this bitch. Yeah, quick question, then. Where are we on the issue of the fuck tent? Crew: Yeah! This job is gonna happen fast. That means more risk, more danger. Now you've put a great deal of trust in me to serve in Mr. Gates' absence, and I take that seriously. So given the potential for distraction and delay at a time that we need to be at our best, perhaps we can all agree to forgo, just this once, a fuck tent. (thumping) (flies buzzing) You shouldn't have. (men shouting) Stale winds, still waters. Don't be such an old lady. The men will rise to it. What say you, Mr. Quartermaster? You think it's a good idea? Yeah, I think the captain knows what he's doing. (bell rings) That's because you don't know about Mrs. Barlow. Who's Mrs. Barlow? Number of years back, before you crewed up with us, Flint had us hunting a merchant ship, the Maria Aleyne. Sephardic trade... gold, pearls, jewels. "More than we'd ever know what to do with," he said. But that's Flint's gift, isn't it? Always knows just what to say to push us harder, further, make us all pull together for the cause. We tracked that bitch for months without refitting or careening, till finally we spotted her. We lost good men taking her for a haul nowhere near what Flint had promised. While I was exploring the hold, I chanced upon a cabin and that's when I heard it. 'Twas a man and a woman begging for their lives. "Spare us, and our fortune's yours." For a moment, I thought all our shares were gonna be worth a whole lot more. But that's when the screams began. And when I watched the murderer leave, I saw him plain. Did you tell anyone? Gates. He was unmoved, to say the least. "Just one rich bastard less in the world," he said. At the time, I'll admit, I took his point. But days later we come ashore. I see a lady waiting for Flint. The rest of the crew thought she's just some fancy bit of Puritan tail. But when Flint reaches her, two words escape his lips. "They're dead." Hunting the Maria Aleyne was never about money. It was an execution. All those men we lost taking her, they died so Flint could settle some personal vendetta for her. You watch. Good men will die for some hidden agenda. The Barlow woman's agenda. Mark my words, Billy. It's all happening again. (thumping) (moaning) (thumping, moaning continues) (gasps) (sighs) Miranda: Will you be staying long? I have to get back. If you're upset with me, I'd appreciate you saying so. You know why I'm upset. Because I read to him? There's a whole shelf full of books. Why'd you have to read him that one? Perhaps because I am no longer willing to bury it on a shelf and pretend it has no meaning for me. That book is something I shared with Thomas. I just missed it. Our life then when he was alive. I can feel myself forgetting it and I don't want to forget it. This place, this life that we've been living here, it doesn't feel like living anymore. I can't be alone in feeling this way. Some part of you must feel it, too. Things will get better here. I promise you they will. Here you go. Christ. One week without a ship and you go completely to hell. Is it too much to ask that you not pick a fight over every insult thrown our way? Especially when I'm out there swallowing what little pride I have left trying to set things right. I see we've graduated to opium. Miss Guthrie has dealt us quite a blow. But we still have assets. Eight loyal men, my wits, and an unshakable captain. (sniffs) I'm doing what I can to regain us our livelihood, but once that's done, this crew, such as it is, will need its captain back. See what you can do about finding him. fuck you, Jack. It was an isolated incident. No cause for concern. Your girl humiliated one of this island's strongest earners, threaten his crew with embargoes so they had no choice but to toss him aside. I've had three other captains approach me all asking the same question... who's next to lose their livelihood because they crossed her on the wrong day? No one is next. Every morning for months now when I walk the beach into town, I see Captain Lilywhite standing on his stoop and jabbering away to anyone who will listen about the evils of a centralized fence. Arguing that this island will never be free until we all come together to cast off the tyrannical yoke of Queen Eleanor. I see him out there, too. And I have never seen any more than three men paying him any attention. Half-wits, all of them. There were 12 of them this morning. This business with Vane has changed things. Get control of her, Mr. Scott, before it's too late. Sail spotted. The Andromache. (door closes) Captain Bryson is arriving on the Andromache. You'd best get down to the beach. What did Captain Hornigold want? Let me guess. The captains grousing about last week think I've lost my grip on reason. fuck Hornigold. fuck the captains and fuck anyone else who doesn't like the way I manage this place. What we're about to attempt with Captain Bryson, it is very risky. If he will not cooperate, we cannot, under any circumstances, attempt to detain him. What makes you think I'd try? 'Cause I know you. I know what you think is at stake. And I know you think you cannot take no for an answer. Why should I? Eleanor, if you make a move against Captain Bryson or his ship, you'll be making a move against the Guthrie Trading Company. A direct affront to your grandfather and his interests in Boston. That ship belongs to him. When he finds out what you've done, no one... not I nor your father... will able to protect you from the consequences. If Bryson balks, we must let him go. And the guns Flint needs? What about them? We'll find them some other way. I never ask anything of you. This I must insist on. Tell me you understand. I understand. (playing) (laughing) How we doing? Ahead of schedule. Ready to raise the keel. I think we might actually pull it off. We'll have Billy to thank for that. I have no idea how he's done it, but he's kept them to a schedule. I don't think I've ever seen a crew work this fast and this hard. A few more days, we'll have the keel cleared and tarred and she'll be ready to go back into the water. Excuse me, Captain. That's it. Secure these ropes. Man: Listen here, you smart-mouthed fuck. I'm sorry, I don't understand. I said I've got the shits. What part of that don't you understand? What's going on? His rotten pig gave the lot of us the bloody squirts. It's possible it wasn't the pig, you know. Some people have weak constitutions. Hey! Settle down. (flies buzzing) Mmm. It's delicious. It's likely as not it wasn't the pig. It's just something that's going around. Get back to work. Thank you. I'm glad someone here likes... (spitting) What the fuck did you do to that? I cooked it... ? You absolutely did not. The men seemed to think it looked done. Yes, well, they'd eat it raw if left to their own devices. (chuckles) That's awfully cynical. (laughs) Go get another pig. Do exactly as I say. (man moaning) (panting) Now you see how it can be? When I'm made to feel comfortable, you are made to feel le toucher de dieu. It's like our bodies are all made up of these secret little compartments, she says, what's got pleasures hidden inside 'em. And it just takes someone who knows how to unlock 'em. That's it. Your friends, they have seen the reward for gentle obedience. If pleasure is what you want, I assure you I can give it to you if you let me. (grunts) Indeed. (Max sobbing) (Max sobbing) Captain Bryson. Mistress Guthrie. I trust your passage was comfortable. My cargo will be inventoried and off-loaded in the morning. You'll find the books in good order. That's good to hear, but I was hoping we could have a word. Seeing as our every word only prolongs my stay in this cesspool, I trust you'll make it quick. I thought it best you heard from me first. One of our crews intends to hunt the Urca de Lima. A move against a state asset? And your father hasn't quashed it? No, he hasn't. Why on earth not? Why don't you ask him yourself? He'll be in my tavern shortly. I understood you meant to hide his presence here. We did until this morning. Stand up, please, sir. Once upon a time Mr. Scott was my personal houseboy. Until he proved himself worthy of greater responsibility. That earned him an education which he then passed on to my daughter. And look where that's gotten me. I'm afraid I still don't follow. Captain Bryson commands the largest of my supply ships. My daughter needs the guns from that ship to arm Captain Flint for his move against the Spanish treasure galleon. Parting Bryson from his guns, however, will require some convincing. Evidently, Eleanor knows better than to try to do it herself. And how can she be sure you won't betray her and alert Captain Bryson to the fact of your arrest? Because Bryson would have no choice but to liquidate our holdings here and return me to Boston a failure. Therefore, whatever resentments I might feel towards my daughter and your friend the captain, I must put aside. Absorb the blow, as it were. Like a rocky promontory. At any rate, I have a meeting to attend. Shall we? (door opens) (door closes) (men shouting) When I get my share of that Spanish gold, I'm going to fuck my way through high society. Nary a duchess's snatch be uncharted. (men laugh) What the fuck is this? You said tie it to the palm. That palm. That one. You tied it to the wrong fucking tree. Yes, it matters. Jesus, fix it, will you, please? Christ. Give a man a little bit of power. What the fuck difference does it make? They're both trees, ain't they? Agreed. Quick fuck? (creaking) (wind rustling) (exhales) (purring) Morley: Shove over, Randall. The shade's mine for the next hour. Don't want no arguments. Did you bring me barnacle? Oh, fuck. Sorry, mate. I forgot. You promised. For Betsy. You're right. Hold my spot. What the... ? Hey, what the fuck is your problem? Morley: No problem at all, sir. Just doing my share for a worthy cause. Oh, so what is it? You tell me a story and I'm supposed to fall in lockstep behind you? You wouldn't even raise your voice to question the captain's plan. Didn't even consider it. Maybe I considered it and decided it was making sense. Maybe. Or maybe there's something you'd rather not say out loud. Thought when that lackey Gates stepped aside, we might have finally gotten a quartermaster who wasn't fully in the captain's pocket. Guess I was mistaken. How exactly does the most feared captain of the high seas learn how to spice and glaze a pig? What do you care? Well, I don't, really. It's just that there's something we need to talk about and I thought a little small talk beforehand might be better than diving right in. What the hell are you talking about? What are we going to do about Billy? Beg your pardon? As much as it pains me to say this, as he has been nothing but warm and welcoming to me, he appears to be straining at the seams. I thought maybe we ought to have... Stop. There is no we. Billy Bones is a dutiful boatswain who commands enormous respect from his crew as well as from myself. I trust him a thousand times more than I would a rodent like yourself. Understood. All that being said... Oh, Jesus Christ. I saw Billy speaking with Mr. Morley late last week. At night. In secret. That supposed to mean something to me? Well, he lied about the page being blank. I believe it's wearing on him. I told you once, I won't tell you again. I trust Billy. Trust me. I'm purely in this for myself and you know this. I've no reason to tell you anything other than the truth. Both our futures depend on this. I haven't decided yet whether you even have a future. But I can tell you this, trying to play me against my own crew will not help your cause. Turn your pig. It's almost done. (wind blowing) (Lantern squeaking) (creaking) I can't do it, Jack. Of course you can. You simply present my crew's haul to Miss Guthrie as if it were your own. You get a percentage. Everybody wins. I get caught selling a grain of salt for you, the girl puts my crew on the outs same as you. I just can't risk it. It ain't you she has a problem with, Jack. Why stick with him? Anne: It's a good question. No, it's not. There are other ships. Had a few offers, have you? Makes sense. You'd be an asset to any crew. Now ask how many offers good old Jack has received since our run-in with the lady Guthrie. (blows) My only assets are my wits, and as the man who just lost 5,000 pesos of his ship's own money, they are ill-valued at the moment. Join another crew right now, the only task I will be trusted with is swabbing out the piss buckets. And that, my darling, I feel compelled to state out loud, life is simply too fucking short! What, you're angry with me, too? Hey! Jack Rackham! Oh, for fuck's sake. A word. I'm sorry, I'd prefer you made an appointment. Quite a full day ahead. You took one of my best whores for your private use. Every day she's not under my roof fucking costs me money. Ah, yes, but my crew sees her as responsible for the loss of a great deal of their money. They see this as a debt being repaid, nothing more. Well, I see it as thieving bullshit. Then I believe we're at an impasse. Disagreement without prospect of resolution. fuck you, Jack. Give me back the whore. You'd take her back yourself if you had the balls. A few less men outside that tent than yesterday, which had fewer than the day before. Maybe I'll take you up on that offer sooner than later. What the hell was that? Do you have some problem with us holding onto that whore? You do realize she's the only thing keeping what's left of our crew at our side. fuck you. (sighs) You want the guns from my ship... to hand over to a pirate? That is correct. Have you lost your mind? You know as well as I do your family would never approve of this. What my family approves or does not approve rests solely on one thing... Eleanor... ? Profit. Eleanor's arranged a plan to deliver them quite a bit of it upon the success of this operation. Enough to assuage any fears they may have about repercussions. I find that hard to believe. You're a brilliant seaman, Dyfed. But in this instance, you're out of your depth. Commerce in this place requires bold moves. I'm fortunate enough to have a daughter who has found one for us. Perhaps you're right. Maybe I am out of my depth. And yet this feeling persists. And what feeling is that? I wonder, Mr. Guthrie, if this might have something to do with His Majesty's Ship the Scarborough currently docked at Harbour Island. Docked outside your home. My intent was to stop there first and unload the slaves in my hold, but when I saw her, I thought better of it. His Majesty's ships often use my port for resupply. What are you implying? I'd like to speak with your father alone. Whatever you can say to him, you can say to me. Eleanor, it's all right. (door opens) (door closes) Your father can handle this. He'll get you those guns. Perhaps. I couldn't leave it to chance. Let us be frank. You and I both know the low regard in which your family in Boston holds you. Quite frank, it seems. If I returned unarmed and they find that I did so under these circumstances with only your orders as justification, I'll be buried in a shallow grave somewhere out in Cambridge. And what exactly do you believe "these circumstances" to be? The Navy on your doorstep. You and your daughter supporting a plan as reckless as this. It would seem, sir, that something's gone terribly wrong with the operation here and you two are scrambling to save yourselves. Tell me I'm wrong. Let me tell you how wrong you are. I knew you wouldn't approve. But I couldn't let him leave here without giving up those guns. I'm sorry. With everything we've been through, with everything I've done for you... I'm doing this for us both. You lied. Shame on you. The guns are yours. Mr. Hayes. Richard: Truly something to behold, this place. You should be proud. Come now, Mr. Scott. It's as much your work as Eleanor's. What is this if not the moment of your vindication? It's time we got you back. She'll get herself killed. If she proceeds with this Spanish galleon business, attempting to steal treasure from one empire to finance a war against another, she will get herself killed. Whether by English noose or Spanish sword, it's inevitable and you know it. If she proceeds... what did you say to Bryson in that room? Rest assured I had a plan. Not just to end this insanity, but to contend with what comes next. To keep her safe. I don't envy you. You know that she'll stop at nothing to save this place. A place where she matters. A place where you matter. Except that in your heart you know the truth. Places like this aren't meant to last. Help me, Mr. Scott. Please. Help me save her from herself. (branch snaps) Well, hello. There's no need to be afraid. You could help me if you like. Aren't you the Gladwin boy? Does your father know you're out here all alone? I can take you to him. Oh! Witch! (grunting) (meows) Captain. Visitor. The guns are yours. Captain Bryson's preparing to off-load them as we speak. Mr. O'Malley is on the lookout to ensure he complies. Take a seat. To our endeavor and success close at hand. What's wrong? Your father step out of line? It's Mr. Scott. In order to guarantee Captain Bryson's acquiescence, I put a plan into place without Mr. Scott's knowledge. I lied to him. Betrayed his trust. I didn't want to, but I just didn't think he would understand. Well, you can't expect him to. Nobody will believe it's possible until we show them. But when that day comes, you know what they'll say? They'll say that it was inevitable. (wind rustling) (creaking) (cracking) (timbers groaning) Man: Get back! (men shouting) Back off! Back off! Get away! Get away! Everyone, get up to the beach now! Come on! (ship groaning) Billy: Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! (cat meows) She's going! Get out! (Randall screams) Oh, shit. Randall! I'll go. Captain, there's no time. The mainmast is holding too much weight. We have to cut her loose! Save the mast. Don't wait for me. (Randall screaming) He's dug in. Help me. (meows) Me leg! Me leg! Pull! Pull! One, two, three, pull! (screaming) It's taking too long. How much time do we have? We don't. Billy, the time is now! (wood cracking) (screaming) It's no bloody use. Your belt. Give me your belt. (ship groaning) Billy. Man: Cut the ropes! Billy! All right! Right. Do it! (muffled screaming) Bite. Bite down on it. Hold on, Randall. Hold on. All right, pull! (screaming) (creaking stops) (sighs) Shit. I talked to De Groot. You did everything you could. Not everything. I should have stopped Flint. Honestly, son, how could you have done that? Careful, Billy. Flint pushed it through and I went along when I knew better. Because you know what's at stake here. You know he's right. That's not why I... It's because I'm afraid of him. Billy and Morley. That night on the ship, what were they talking about? Well, I didn't hear much, but it sounded like they were talking about a woman. Somebody Barlow. (harpsichord music playing) (door opens) Success? Would you mind? The music you were playing, that's Purcell's Chaconne if I'm not mistaken. You have an educated ear. My father employed a tutor for all his children so that they might learn to appreciate music. I took to it the least of my siblings. But for reasons beyond me, some of it stuck. There's a pronounced sense of sadness in Purcell's pieces. Considering your circumstances, I can understand their appeal. And what is it you think you understand of my circumstances? Truthfully, I might know everything, Mrs. Hamilton. Don't be alarmed. I have no intention of disclosing your identity to anyone. I'm sorry, sir. I think you have me mistaken for someone else. The portrait in your room depicts you alongside Lord Thomas Hamilton, son of Alfred Hamilton, the lord proprietor of these Bahama Islands. Forgive me. I must have gotten disoriented and wandered. You see, I've had extensive dealings with the earl over the years, and so I'd long heard of the tragedy that befell his eldest son. But Thomas's wife, long rumored to be the cheating sort, had begun a torrid affair with her husband's closest friend, a promising young officer in His Majesty's Navy. And upon discovering the affair, Thomas went mad with grief. His despair so great, even the asylum couldn't protect him from himself. As for Thomas's wife, she's said to have fled London along with her lover. Partly out of shame, partly to escape retribution. Given the facts at hand, I am forced to assume that the lover is none other than our friend Captain Flint. Please understand, I raise this issue not to disturb or harass you. In fact, I wish to help you. Help me? I can only assume that your exile in this place has been less than ideal. I understand how desperation may have driven you here, but perhaps it's time you were offered a hand and a return to civilization. And you could offer me that? Boston is quite a different animal from London. More forgiving of one's past in a general sense. And in this specific sense, with my family's assistance, one might find total absolution there. New identities. A clean start. A new life. I could do that for you. Why on earth would you? Because I know what it is to be judged unfairly. And because it's just possible that, while I am uniquely situated to offer you your freedom, you may be able to do the same for me. Eleanor: Hello, Charles. You've looked better. fuck you. We're alone. You don't have to pretend with me. The fuck did I ever do to you? You made me look weak. Standing beside you, I was your lesser. I was a girl. From the moment you met me, you must have known I'd never settle for that. For being less than. That's why I loved you. And you destroyed me. I exposed you. The weakness behind the mask. The fear. So much I have taken from you. And yet still... you know you could take it all back. You could be strong again. You could resist me. You could take this whole fucking island from me. You know exactly what it is you need to do. Where it is you need to go to do it. (man's voice) If only you weren't so goddamn afraid. (gasps) (dogs barking) (grunts) (groaning) Ain't this a sad sight? Miss Guthrie should have just had you killed. It would have been more merciful. Now, are you going to give me back me whore? Jesus! On my shoe! Oh, fuck it. Put him out of his misery. (sizzles) Oh, for Christ... (screams) (screaming) Wait! Listen to me! The whorehouse, I'll cut you in for half. We'll be partners. Please. (growls) (gagging) (cracks) (door closes) Do you know who I am, Pastor? I do. You're the reason this island is infested with criminals. God teaches us not to cheer when others stumble. In your case, I may ask His forgiveness. And what does God say about redemption? Accept His love and you'll find it. What if I was prepared to go further? Further? Penance for my past sins. Good works. And they begin tonight. Who's there? Mr. Scott. What are you doing here? I thought you might use a hand. Bastard's finally bringing in the first of the guns. Took him long enough. He takes his cargo seriously. You look tired. Why don't I take over? Miss Guthrie told me I was to see those guns off with my own eyes. I understand. (grunts) Richard: I brought the fiends to this place. Encouraged them. Enriched them. Empowered them. It seems as though my penance ought to be a simple one. I will see to it that they are cast out of this place. Soon. And for good. The Andromache. It can't be. Captain Bryson hasn't had time to unload. He didn't. She's riding low. Those guns are still on board. Eleanor: What are we going to do? Get them back. (theme music playing) 1x05: V You took one of me best whores for your private use. Every day she's not under my roof costs me money. (grunts) Wait, listen to me! (gagging) Good men will die for some hidden agenda, the Barlow woman's agenda. Things will get better here. I promise you they will. We'll need some additional items. New guns, 12-pounders. You'll have it. You want the guns from my ship to hand over to a pirate? That is correct. Richard: Help me, Mr. Scott. Please, help me save her. Why don't I take over? Eleanor: The Andromache, it can't be. Captain Bryson hasn't had time to unload. He didn't. She's riding low. Those guns are still on board. Eleanor: What are we going to do? Get them back. (theme music playing) (wind blowing) Billy: Captain? We're steady at six knots, north by northeast. You don't trust me, do you? With any luck, we'll sight the Andromache soon. The battle will begin. You and I will have our roles to play. We have the chance for a few minutes' honesty first. Honesty? Men died yesterday careening our ship faster than was safe. Men are going to die today attacking that merchant ship out there, and they'll die not knowing it was all based on a lie. A lie? We don't even know if the Urca's schedule is accurate. We're completely relying on the cook. How can you just pretend you have no doubts about any of this? Years of practice. There's always doubt, Billy. No sane man would deny that. No good captain would acknowledge it. Take our present route, for instance. We tacked north by northeast, along Andromache's best point of sail. If you're Bryson, that's the smart course. Yeah... Well, he knows that I know that. So wouldn't he have at least considered heading northwest to follow the coast, lose us in the dark? Or due east on the chance that we might sail right past him? There must be at least one chance in three that that horizon will remain bare and we'll never see the Andromache again. That's the truth. But what good would that knowledge do for any man on this crew trying to focus on doing his job? This crew needs certainty, and I need their support to achieve an end which is in all our best interests. So we dance the dance. Never was there a Caesar that couldn't sing the tune. Who's Mrs. Barlow? Ah. You've heard the stories, haven't you? She's a witch who pledged my soul to the devil, and anoints me with the blood of infants to keep me safe in battle. Come on, I'm not stupid. No, you're not. So you can probably guess it isn't as much fun to tell stories about how your captain makes a home, with a nice Puritan woman who shares his love of books. Is that the truth? Man: Sails! Man your posts! Man 2: Posts! Man 3: Have a look. Man: It's the Andromache! (crew shouting) (bird trilling) (dogs barking) Well, this is a stupid fucking idea. Given the straits we're in, I would suggest there is no such thing. If we don't find a way to earn an income and soon, we will lose what little we have left of a crew. Or worse yet, we will be eaten by what little we have left of a crew. Wish me luck. You gave him permission, dear. We must stand by our word. But I said he could put one finger in my bum, not three. Then next time, charge him by the digit. Mrs. Mapleton, a word, please. What the fuck are you doing here? Mr. Noonan expressly forbade it, did he not? It turns out Mr. Noonan has had a change of heart. A transfer? What is this? It means, madam, that the dispute over the whore with Mr. Noonan has been settled through an agreement to purchase this establishment from him... by us. Noonan sold you the inn? Yes, ma'am. And where is he now? From the tone in his voice, it sounded as if Mr. Noonan couldn't wait to be rid of this place and of its screeching pig of a bawd. His words, not mine. The last I saw him, he was seeking passage to Port Royal, and then to who knows where. You're telling me that Mr. Noonan, who just a few hours ago had the intent of seeing your captain beat to a pulp, that Mr. Noonan decided instead to sell you his life's work? Yes. And you expect me to accept it based on a piece of paper and your word? And to keep my mouth shut about it when any half-wit can see that there's foul play at hand? Yes. I want a raise. What did you make before? Three percent of gross. I'll give you 40. Welcome aboard, sonny. We are the proud new owners of a brothel. Let's hope no one notices. No one has seen or heard from Scott all morning. He must have left with Bryson. You're certain he said nothing to you about why he would do this? Nothing, ma'am. Before I knew what was happening... Get my horse ready. I'm going to see my father. I want to know what the fuck's going on here. (sighs) Hello. What the fuck are you doing in my office? Flint stashed me here. Presumably to stop what's in my head from spilling onto the deck of the Andromache. Oh, that's Randall. Why is Randall lying on my sofa? (chuckles) Well, he's not exactly going to be leading the charge after the day he had yesterday. Why are you chained to him? So I don't try to run. Thank you. Sorry, have I done something to you? Excuse me? Well, you seem to harbor quite a bit of anger towards me, and considering we hardly even know each other, I'm wondering if there's something I'm missing. Flint and his crew offer you a life of freedom and prosperity for which you repay them by stealing the product of months of their labor and sacrifice. But you're not finished. Then you lure Max into your selfish scheme. Hold on. I specifically tried to talk her out of getting wrapped up in my selfish scheme. I know all I need to know about the kind of man you are. Ma'am, you should come outside right away. Richard: For years, we've all profited in this place, trading on the stability of my family's name. But unfortunately, our circumstances have changed. A fortnight ago, His Majesty's Navy attempted to place me under arrest. (crowd murmuring) I am, since that day, a fugitive marked for execution by the Crown. (crowd groaning) Unbeknownst to me, my family in Boston learned of this and ordered Captain Bryson to liquidate our holdings here. (crowd yelling) Man: What about our goods? I convinced him to leave behind the contents of our warehouse, but that is all. To those of you owed credit or for whom we held goods on consignment, I leave it to my daughter to see you made whole as best we can. But once that is settled, our business with you must be considered complete. (crowd groaning, yelling) I'm very sorry. Godspeed to you all. Man 2: I want my money back! (grunting) (Water splashing) We aren't closing on her! I said to raise all the canvas! What's our speed? Sails are all raised! No, they're not. Where are my t'gallants on the main and mizzen? De Groot: Captain, we're fully loaded. If we raise the t'gallants, the mast won't hold. Man: Stand by to stretch that starboard! Time. Present speed: six knots. We need at least another knot if we're to catch up by dark. Raise the t'gallants. Captain... Shift aft the back stays if you're worried about the masts. Shift 'em to the stern if you have to. Even if the back stays hold at such an angle, and I wager they won't, the load on the sails will exceed capacity and she'll dig in hard at the bow. She'll hold. Hard enough to shake loose the rigging entirely. Captain, Mr. De Groot makes a good point. The speed we'll pick up will come with dire risks for the ship. But I think she can take it. Mr. De Groot, quickly, please. Raise the t'gallants! Man: Raise the t'gallants! Man 2: Out of the way! Brace up another five degrees! Five degrees! Five degrees! Bring her up into it. (wind gusting) (grunting) More! Brace up a little more! More! That's well! That's well. Man 2: Hold on! (yells, grunts) Now bring her up into it. More, damn it. (grunts) Like this! (yelling) Aye, Captain! There. Hold it there. Hold her tight. Speed! Again, please! Time! Seven and a half knots! (crew cheering) All right, ladies, get some rest. In a few hours, things are gonna get awfully interesting. Good morning, dear. "Orders from Boston, unbeknownst to me." You sent Bryson away. Yes. You lied to my face, you shit. And what choice did you leave me? You let Flint seduce you into his madness about the Spanish galleon all in furtherance of the fantasy that you can resist English rule, that your authority in this place is yours to do with as you please. I am more to this place than you ever were. You are a child. I'm fully aware that Captain Flint left in pursuit of the Andromache last night. But you should know Captain Bryson sailed the Velasco route for 10 years and was never boarded. Not once. Flint will be returning either empty-handed or not at all. This treasure galleon business is over. As for our future here, I am working on a deal that'll make a safe place for us among the farmers in the interior. (scoffs) When the pirates are gone, the landowners will drive commerce here. They'll be indispensable to the lords and to Whitehall, and so we will make allies of them. We will adapt and we will survive. I won't ask you to walk out with me right now. I know your pride would never permit it. The Barlow cunt who was supposed to watch over you, that's Flint's problem. But Scott... what the fuck did you have to threaten him with to get him to betray me? We talked like men and he saw reason. fuck you. I been sayin' it. You ain't been listening. And now it's come to pass. The day that gentleman and his daughter tell you that the money they took ain't never coming back. (crowd yelling) Lilywhite: Yeah, that were just fucking theft! Right now, that little girl is sitting in there counting your money and laughing her scrawny ass off on how much she has lifted out of your pockets. This is fucking nuts! We're not working! Good riddance, yeah! (gasps) I thought my men could help keep tempers from boiling over, for a while at least. But for those owed money out there, it's only a matter of time before their tempers can no longer be held in check. Now, if I may, I suggest an announcement of payments to settle debts. The longer it takes them to hear it, the more fuel Lilywhite can throw on the fire. I can't pay them all. You're short? How short? Well, get out your books, then. Certain crews may defer their debts if I ask them. Any leads you have on future scores would soften the blow. Troublemakers we need to pay off first... No. I'm not winding things up here. My business continues. Captain Naft of the Intrepid. Mr. Walker, her quartermaster. Captain Lawrence of the Black Hind and Mr. Harrison. And our friend Mr. Frasier. Get them all here now. Miss Guthrie? I'm not sure you recognize the gravity of this situation. Have a drink. Relax. Everything's under control. (crowd yelling) Hamund: She's fucking done! That Guthrie cunt is done. Have you not heard? We've heard. Well, then what the fuck are we doing in here? At the moment, I'm remembering what it feels like to have food in my belly. Care to join us? Jesus, Jack. We're free of her. Free to hunt again. So get off your ass and find us a ship. To assume that we've seen the last of Eleanor Guthrie is, well, not to know her. The fact that she appears to have Captain Hornigold and his men propping her up only adds to my conviction. Right now, we'd do well to keep our mouths shut, be thankful we have some income from this place, for the moment, and bide our time. fuck that. She's got no ships. She's got no business. That means she's out. And I'm going over there to make sure she knows it. Captain? I'll be upstairs. Well, then, fuck you both. Who's with me? Nothing can ever be simple. (scoffs) I can make it simple. Darling, this is a lovely stopgap, but if we are to ever hunt as a proper crew again, we will need, well, a crew. Right now, those men are all we have. It's unfortunate, perhaps, but no less a reality. Why don't we take advantage of Mr. Hamund's momentary distraction and have Mrs. Mapleton tend to the whore on the beach? (drops fork) (scoffs) Man: Two six! Heave! Two six! Heave! Two six! Heave! Stand by! Stand by! (knock on door) Ahem. Yes, Mr. Hayes? Hayes: The Walrus will be upon us in roughly four hours, present speed. I assume preparations have been made. Yes, sir. And the shipment of china plate? I beg your pardon? We have 70 plates of Chinese porcelain in the hold, which I have undertaken to deliver to Boston unharmed. May I suggest more straw in the chest? Yes, sir. He's certain this is all we have? We emptied the girl before we careened her. This is the best I could do before we set sail. Same for food and water, I assume? Food, water, powder, all of it. Right. Take it all up top. No reserves on this one. Either we take Bryson's ship or we're... I believe the word you're looking for is "fucked." Yeah, thank you. Yeah. Dufresne? You can't be serious. Andromache's manned like a warship. 60 men at least, and they're fighters. So we'll need every body we can muster on this one, yours included. Come on. (birds screeching) (dogs barking) (goats bleating) Come on, everything's at sixes and sevens back at the house and I have to come and tend to this. All right. Come on, love. Here we go. Open your legs. (water squirts) (Winces) Oh, hush, unless you want to find yourself carrying one of those fools' brats. (water squirts) Ow! Get out. (whimpers) She wasn't using enough lotion. (water squirting softly) (Whimpering) You could've left. (water squirting softly) When that cunt beat Hamund off of you, you could've left. You didn't. Thought you could sweet-talk them all, did ya? What do you care? Once, one of them came and put his balls on my shoulder whilst I was asleep. Thought it was funny. Last time he put them anywhere. If you take it, they'll give it. Why do you say these things? You were the one who threw me to them in the first place. I only thought they'd killed you. Lilywhite: Do you feel that soreness between your haunches? Yeah, well, that's what you get when you let some cunt who's never raised a sail, set foot on a deck tell you your business! (crowd shouting) Next thing you know, she'll have her boot on your throat and her hand in your fucking pocket. I think he's talking about you. Lilywhite: That's what you get when you're letting a wench tell you... If you're pretending to remain unconcerned for my peace of mind, please don't. It amuses me that you think I would even give a shit about your peace of mind. Silver: Of course. Still, I don't think you're giving that problem out there its due attention. (door opens) Naft and Walker just arrived. That's everyone. You've never seen a mob turn, have you? Funny thing. The people most surprised when it happens, usually the ones that gave rise to it in the first place. Can you join me, please, Captain? I want you to hear this, too. Hamund: Is the cunt still here? Out on the street, friend. Where is she? It's a rough world out there, isn't it? Someone opens their mouth, you can lose everything. Tell me, lass... how's it feel? Out now. Well, if we're not welcome in here, I suppose we can go spend more time with our friend on the beach. (pirate chuckles) Oh, wonderful lass she is. So, um... resilient. (pirates laugh) So appreciative of what she's given. We'll send her your love. (laughs) Come on, boys. (Pirate laughs) (speaks African dialect) Billy: Gentlemen... I think we all know what we're up against today, so let's just get to it. As we close the distance to the Andromache, the captain believes Bryson will attack port and set himself for a clean broadside volley. He'll loose his guns, pay off downwind, and continue running. Now, ordinarily, we would either match him and return fire or slip into his wake and make a run at his stern. Unfortunately, we're too outgunned for the former, and Bryson is too skilled a captain for the latter. He'll just keep shooting and delaying and shooting and delaying until nightfall, at which point he'll just slip away. So... So, if we can't shoot at her and we can't get close to her, how the hell do we board her? (murmuring) We go straight at her. Without the bow chasers, we'll be sitting ducks for her guns. She'll rake us bow to stern. Logan: Not to mention we'd be boarding bow to midship. For all you virgins in the room, that's also known as fucking su1c1de. Billy: Of course we'd need to board alongside her. We just need Captain Bryson to cooperate and bring the Andromache about for us to do so. And how the hell do we get him to do that? Mr. Beauclerc is going to convince him. (blows) You're a natural, son. When this is all over, I'll be lucky to still have a job. (laughs) What... I keep accounts. That's what I'm good at. Do you see this number here? That's how much I've saved this crew this last year alone. Can you say of any other man here that they've earned as much? Every man on this crew had a first time. You're overdue. But I've never even shot a pistol. Well, that's all right. Half the time they don't even fire. I'm sorry. Time has come for us to tell those who aim to make us slaves. (Knock on door) Woman: Mr. Rackham asked me to tend to you. Lilywhite: Yeah, well, that's what you get.[/i] He said I wasn't to take no for an answer. They're saying she may be finished. She's finally got her due. All I meant is that... that it should please you after what she did. You hate her. I hate her. They all hate her. Look what's good it's done us. No captain on this island's ever known that kind of power. Power that doesn't care how many votes you can tally, who loves you, who hates you, who fears you. Power that just is. Truth is, none of us have any right to hate her for it. She's strong and we're weak. That's the reality of things here. And no one down there is strong enough to change anything. Not you? You're not strong enough? I don't know. But I think it's time I probably found out. (creaking) What if he's wrong? There's a chance Bryson just keeps running, isn't there? That's it, steady. Right? Bryson could still gain speed. I mean, there has to be a chance this fight will never materialize. Come on. Come on, you bitch. Come on. There she goes! (crew shouting) Why isn't he attacking? Because he knows he'll never board us if he does. I will say this for him. He's no coward. 200 yards, you may fire at will. (shouting) I don't think I can do this. Yes, you can. Listen. Listen to me. You will make it through this. No one eats it their first time over the side. I'm telling you, it's never happened. Not on this crew. Don't ask me why, it just is. Men die all the time. It can't be true. No, not first-timers. Name one. You're gonna be all right. Come on. Damn it. I hope you know what you're doing. So do I. Mr. Beauclerc? Range? Almost there! 50 more yards, Captain! Fire! Let her go. Fire! Incoming! (Men scream) Fire! (yelling) (groaning) (yelling) Get 'em back into the cookroom! Get 'em back! (Yelling) We can't take much more of this. Aye. Mr. Beauclerc! Two six! Heave! Two six! Heave! Hayes, another volley right away! Right cannon round! Mr. Burnett, prepare to bear away and bring us into the wind. Man the braces! Fire! (man screams) (yells) Beauclerc, do it! Stay where you are! Bring us to starboard before we lose the wind! Mr. Harris, take the helm! Aye, sir! Fire. Man: We've lost the wind, Captain. Prepare to repel boarders! Bring us around to the port side! On the rails! (shouting) (gun firing) (Gasping) Now! 20 yards! At the ready. Get across the gap, choose your targets! pistol at zero range. Don't waste a shot. Nets in! (crew shouting) Nets up, nets up, nets up! Get it! 10 yards! Go, go, go! Over! Get it over! Hold, get down! Hold, hold! (gun continues) Hold! (all grunt) (exhales) Go, go, go! (all shouting) (grunting) (yells) (panting) (muffled yelling) (gasps) (yelling) (buzzing) Dufresne? Jesus. Come on. (cheering) No fucking longer! Gentlemen, you all heard my father this morning, that the Guthrie trading operation here in Nassau is dead. To that, I just have this to add... fuck him and fuck that. Mr. Frasier, you hold a charter from the Massachusetts Bay Provincial Authority to ship rare items abroad, is that correct? That's correct, yes. And, theoretically, that charter should pass muster at any customshouse in the colonies, yes? Well, I suppose so, but... Gentlemen, by my count, the Black Hind and the Intrepid have accumulated prizes totaling approximately 1,600 pieces of eight since the new year. That's gross. That's both ships. That barely exceeds your operating costs over the same time. If you brought us here to insult us... It's not an insult, it's a fact. You command the two least profitable ships on the island as a function of basic arithmetic. But they are ships, and large ones at that. At this table, we have a legitimate front. We have ships and crews that can ferry heavy cargo. We have relationships with the merchants and customs men that kept my father's trade moving. Your father said he'll take no part in any further... They're my relationships now. We're going to recreate my father's system here... without my father. A consortium, with all of you sharing in the profits. You're mad. How so? My men aren't merchant sailors. They're hunters. Yes, but they're bad at it, Geoffrey. What good is that doing anyone? I put this to them, they'll vote me out before I stop to take a breath. I'm amazed they haven't voted you out already, given the shit prizes you've been chasing. Your men will earn three times as much in half the time... (scoffs) Not facing a single sword or pistol in the process. You're telling me that you can't sell that? I can sell that. (sighs) And you're supporting this? I don't know. Am I? None of this matters unless we can get people to agree to sell through us. We need a respected captain to stand up and bless it. And we need a strong captain to ensure that no one dares fuck with us. You're both. You know that I want nothing more than to make this place strong and stable. I think you want the same things. Bless this endeavor and we can have them. I'll do that... the moment you lift the ban on Captain Vane. Excuse me? Listen to that mob outside. They're tired of your edicts, your rule by fear. They believe you to be a tyrant in a petticoat. Your action against Captain Vane is, to them, the most egregious case. You want me to lift the ban on Charles Vane to appease a handful of malcontents on the street? Those malcontents will be a problem to anyone in this room who stands behind you today. Provocation, even sabotage. And then you'll ask my men to assume the responsibility of defending all of you from it. Charles Vane is an animal, as are the men that remain with him. Because they saw fit to punish a thieving whore. I'm not about to say otherwise for the benefit of Captain Lilywhite or any of the other idiots out there listening to him. I'm listening to him. Your commitment to this place is admirable, but you're young and you're rash. Show everyone your motive here is for the common good. Show them that you can be trusted to keep petty animosity separate from business. Rescind the ban on Captain Vane and show me that. Do it and I'll back you as your father's successor here, the boss behind all trade. Until then, I'm sorry. I can't help you. I won't do it. You have until dark to come to your senses. At that point, I will withdraw my men and the business of the street becomes your business alone. Good afternoon, gentlemen. Ah! Man: Oh, no! Get down! (explosion) (men yell) Man: Take this. Checked all the dead and injured. None of them are Bryson. He only left three men to defend the quarterdeck bunker. How does that make sense? Gates: The vanguard are on their way to clear the cargo hold. Maybe Bryson is hiding down there. Something's not right. Captain, the rudder's not responding. Someone must've cut the mechanism below decks. Call back the vanguard. (guns) (All yell) (labored breathing) (Metal squeaking) Three men dead on their end, Captain. Perhaps it's time we sent them our terms. I do apologize for this. Mr. Guthrie's orders were explicit. No matter what, I was to make sure that you were on this ship. This was not the deal. (chuckles) Assist the Andromache to depart unmolested and you can remain with the girl and pick up the pieces and explain yourself. Mr. Scott, you sided with his daughter against him. You forgot your duty. You must have known there would be consequences. But we men of duty must often put our feelings aside... as you're about to witness. (speaks West African Pidgin English) Do it. (groans) And this one? (Speaks West African Pidgin English) (door opens) (crowd chanting) At the risk of overstepping my bounds, I think you should agree to Captain Hornigold's terms. Lift the ban. What do you care about... They're beat her. She chose it. (scoffs) "She chose it"? "She chose it." I've been repeating those words to myself for well over a week now and I find them wanting. Now he asks me to back off Charles, to proclaim to the world that what happened to Max is acceptable, to apologize to those animals for having ever said otherwise, and smile while they lord it over me. To make a dangerous situation a lot less dangerous. Then convince me. Convince me that I should betray her a second time... because that's what it feels like I would be doing. Max chose. Why? I don't know. Maybe it was spite, maybe it was strength, maybe it was who the fuck knows what. To be perfectly honest, I don't care because the moment I start making choices based on her decisions, I've given her a hell of a lot more power over my life than I am quite comfortable ceding to a perfect stranger. Guilt is natural. It also goes away if you let it. Losing your life's work... that doesn't go away. Lilywhite: No fucking longer! (Cheering) Captain? Charles? Do I understand correctly that you've requested a skiff? I suppose that's none of my business, but you do realize that we may be able to hunt again soon. What I'm hearing is all second and thirdhand, but something is happening in that tavern. Our problem isn't in there. Never was. What the hell are you talking about? Chaz? Where are you going? Where is he? Gates: He's in a reinforced hold directly beneath us here. Forward end of the lower gun. Doors as thick as the outer hull, as is the roof. Impossible to breach from here. He's also sitting right in front of a powder magazine, so if we try to blow our way through, this whole ship is going down fast. Unless we can find a way in, there's no way to get the guns off the boat. Anybody we send down there is just gonna get cut to shreds. And we cannot sail. And we cannot sail. It doesn't make sense. If Bryson wants to force us to withdraw, what's to stop me from burning the ship once we leave? We're missing something. (wood creaking) (Lamps creaking) There you are. Been looking all over for you. Thought I'd get a head start going through Bryson's papers. Jameson. Beg your pardon? You said no man ever died his first time over the side, but you forgot about Tom Jameson, boatswain's mate, about two years back. That's right. Also Christian Thoms, Will Robbins, Jean DuBois, that Portuguese guy with the lisp... what was his name? That is funny. (Chuckles) Thank you... for doing that. It helped. (pats back) Miranda Barlow? Man: Away from the hatch! Everyone! (gun cock) Captain Flint. (speaks African dialect) He says, "I'm secure in the hold below." (man speaking African dialect) "With 20 of my men. I can wait, but you cannot." (speaking African dialect) "Before departing," I sent a message to the captain of the Scarborough. I told him where I was headed, "and I told him where he would find you." Man: Sail to the east! Good God. The Scarborough! (yells) Man 2: Look out! (gun) (grunts) (panting) (music playing) 1x06: VI That gentleman and his daughter, the money they took, ain't never coming back. We're going to recreate my father's system here without my father. A consortium with all of you sharing in the profits. I'll do that the moment you lift the ban on Captain Vane. Charles Vane is an animal. You have until dark to come to your senses. Do you have some problem with us holding onto that whore? It's up to us when we're done with her. Hunting the Maria Aleyne was never about money. It was an execution. Good men will die for some hidden agenda, the Barlow woman's agenda. Boston is more forgiving of one's past. With my family's assistance, one might find a new life there. Andromache's manned like a warship. 60 men, at least. And they're fighters. Gates: He's in a reinforced hold. There's no way to get the guns off the boat. Anybody we send down there is just gonna get cut to shreds. Bryson: Mr. Guthrie's orders were explicit. No matter what, I was to make sure that you were on this ship. "I sent a message to the captain of the Scarborough. I told him where he would find you." Good God, the Scarborough! (theme music playing) (fire crackling) (goats bleating) (men shouting) How far have we drifted? Not far. A few miles. fucking Scarborough's out there, Billy. I can feel it. Just waiting for a whiff of us so she can set those guns ablaze. Lars is almost ready. He'll have that bunker open in no time. Four hours till sunup. If we can't get those guns before then, Flint will let us leave, right? Here you go. The wick's fast, so don't light her until you're right up to the bunker. Get it through the murder hole and then take cover. The vanguard will be right behind you. While Bryson and his men are choking on the smoke, we'll bust down the door, take him out, grab our guns and be on the way home. Did he say anything to you? About what? Bryson slipping off with our guns is one thing, but bringing the Scarborough with him? How did he even know the navy was around? Richard Guthrie must have been involved. No shit. Do you think? Where I get confused is that Richard Guthrie was supposed to be under guard at the Barlow woman's home. Isn't that what he told us? I mean, what do we really know about her? She shares his love of books? Isn't it about time we start asking some real questions? Billy, not now. Please. (speaks African dialect) He wants you to take it. (speaks African dialect) To place it in the hole above your head. To signal to pirates. (speaks African dialect) He says if we help them, they'll bring us back to their home. No. (speaks African dialect) He says... I know what he says. He says in Nassau a slave can be free, get a job and a wage. Maybe for him. He's strong. A few others. The rest of you, don't kid yourself. You are cargo, in Nassau or otherwise. You would decide this for us all? This has nothing to do with you. We have a chance to be free. I don't care. There are weapons on this ship the pirates plan to return to Nassau, weapons that are very dangerous to someone I love. No matter what happens to me or to you, those weapons must not be returned. (hisses) (men shouting) (door opens) (footsteps) Lilywhite: Time has come for us to tell those who are aiming to make us slaves they are no longer welcome in this place. Not any longer! (Cheering) fuck 'em! fucking bastards. No fucking longer. Two hours. Two fucking hours she's been holed up in there. Well, I for one think this is a good sign. What? Clearly she's taking the decision seriously. I'm sorry, you think it's a good sign she's taking this seriously? I can't even... Jesus. What I believe Captain Lawrence meant to say is that as long as it takes for Miss Guthrie to emerge from behind that door and lift the ban on Captain Vane... a decision which, a few hours ago, she said would be taken over her dead body... then Captain Hornigold over there walks away from our nascent shipping consortium, killing it in its cradle. He withdraws his men from the street, at which point Captain Lilywhite and his mob are free to burn everything in sight with the Guthrie name on it. All of Nassau will, most likely, descend into fiery mayhem from which we will all be lucky to escape alive. Every moment that that door remains closed is a moment that Miss Guthrie is considering that outcome as a viable, even preferable alternative to merely swallowing her pride. I don't know. Perhaps you need to have a little bit more faith in people. I'll take the good news to Captain Lilywhite. Let him know he can stand down. (men laugh) Good news, everyone! The cunt's knuckled under. (cheering) We're back in fucking business. You hear that, eh? (laughing) So what's this now? She don't want no one touching the whore. What the fuck's your problem? Another step and I'll show you. Mr. Hamund, permit me a moment with our friend here. Talk some sense into her, Jack. Before she goes and does something stupid. Tell me this is not happening. Tell me you weren't about to fight Mr. Hamund over that fucking whore. Don't call her that. It would appear that I've failed to appreciate just how deeply this situation has disturbed you. But if you're intent on following this course of action, then I suppose we should do our farewells now because I don't think I can stomach watching the men throwing you into that tent as well and having their way with you, which is where I fear this story ends unless you pull your shit together. (chuckles) Captain says no light. I know. Miranda's voice: "To the Honorable Justice Addington Thomas, Massachusetts Bay Colony. I petition you under the advisement of your friend Mr. Richard Guthrie to bestow your favor and influence. You may know Captain James Flint by reputation through stories of his past misdeeds, but you might not know of his desire to repent. He is a good man, a decent man, eager to renounce his transgressions at sea and seek life in a part of the world willing to accept a man humbled and penitent. Were such a thing possible, would such a place exist? It is with this very hope that I write you today. I've enclosed a bill of exchange for £500 to be spent at your discretion toward procuring whatever permissions necessary. I only urge speed. He is caught in a dangerous plot with wicked men who will most certainly kill him when they learn of his betrayal." Jesus. Miranda's voice: "Believe me, your obliged and faithful servant, Miranda Barlow." (exhales) (Lars grunts) (sighs) Get me another plan. fuck. I need to talk to you now. I found it in Bryson's cabin. It's from the Barlow woman. She wants a pardon for Flint in Boston. She says we're gonna kill him when we learn of his betrayal. And? It says betrayal. I can see that. What do you want me to do about it right now? I know about the Maria Aleyne. What? I know Flint killed those people for her. I know Morley saw it and brought it to you. And I know you did nothing. He played games with his crewmen's lives then. He's doing it again now and he knows he can get away with it because we're protecting him. Because you are protecting him. Enough. If you want to go to the crew with this, be my guest. But I will do everything in my power to frustrate you. Know that. How can you say that? Because we're in fucking battle right now and I will not undermine his control of what is, frankly, a shitty situation based on a letter written by a woman neither of us know a thing about. Just promise me that when we get back to Nassau, we will deal with this. Everything all right? Fine. Billy's come up with our next move. It's three hours till sunup. Perhaps you'd like to share it with the rest of us. (dog barking) Miranda: Pastor Lambrick. It's later than I'm comfortable taking company. You shouldn't be here. I live here, Pastor. Or hadn't you noticed? Mr. Underhill agreed to take Mr. Guthrie in. Mr. Guthrie spun such a tale for him. He said he's been bribing the Lords Proprietor in London for years. Said he planned to use that fact to extort preferential treatment from them when England reasserts her rule here. He promised wealth and prosperity. Even promised to see Underhill declared governor. And that was it. How nice for Mr. Guthrie. It is nice. He now sleeps safely on Mr. Underhill's plantation behind two dozen of the most brutal overseers in the New World. Behind walls and guns and swords. I need no protection. Mrs. Barlow, Mr. Guthrie has betrayed Captain Flint. And you've helped him to do it. If half of what I've heard of Captain Flint is true, he will not react to your betrayal kindly. You do not understand any of this, Pastor. Then help me understand. Help me, because I cannot in good conscience walk away from here believing you to be in such peril. All right. (gasps) Good evening, cunt. If I wanted to kill you, I'd have done it already. What a piece of shit you are. Nose in the air. Spoiled cunt playing at our business. Pains me being this close to you. Should tell you how fucking desperate I am. Desperate for what? Your help. Beg your pardon? Your friend on the beach. She fucked us and that needed answering. But then that night, she told you to go fuck yourself. Should have toasted her. If she had a cock, we probably would have. What Hamund's been doing to her... ain't right. What do you want me to do about it? I've tried to help. She didn't want it. Now my hands are tied. I can't... You could kill him. I'd do it myself, but the men saw us feuding. I go near him, I'll have them all at my throat and no one at my back. Now's the time. Captain's gone. Don't know how long for. Wait, gone? Gone where? I don't know. I don't much give a shit. Left alone on a skiff this afternoon. But if he returns, he'll be another one standing at Hamund's side. If you're already suspected by the men, what's to say they don't suspect you no matter how Hamund were to disappear? What's to say that suspicion doesn't lead to questions? And what's to say those questions don't lead to me? You fucking coward. Why? Because I've used my head before making this mess even worse? 'Cause for all your shit, all your posturing, you won't lift a finger to help her. I didn't say that. You said my plan was too dangerous. Your plan isn't dangerous enough. Eight men left on your crew. Eight men who support Hamund. You said it yourself. We kill him, they all become threats to both of us. It's foolish. Then what the fuck would you suggest? You want to kill Hamund, then you have to kill them all. They disappear all at once tonight with neither of us implicated. There's eight of them. Their guard is up. It's impossible. It's not impossible. We just need a little help. (chuckles) I don't know how else to say this except no. I suppose there's fuck, no. Or fuck you. I think you misunderstand. I wasn't asking you to help me. I was granting you the opportunity to help me. But now, because of your tone, I'm disinclined to be so generous. Beg pardon? Now you'll beg me for it. What the fuck are you talking about? All those days ago when you first proposed this arrangement of yours to Flint... remaining with his crew, holding onto the last piece of the schedule to ensure you weren't disposed of... when he asked you what's to stop him from killing you when all's said and done, do you remember your answer? No, but I'm guessing you do. I believe you said, "We might be friends by then." (snickers) I'm sorry, what are you driving at? You've spent enough time with the man now. Does he strike you as the type of person who would ever under any circumstance leave a loose end like you walking around? When I took your advice and lifted the ban on Charles Vane, I became the center of all commerce on this island again. Someone you don't want as an enemy. Someone Flint doesn't want as an enemy. The way I see it, I may be the only person in this world who can dissuade him from killing you. Miranda: I had a very different life before I came here, a life I shared with my husband. He was a special man, a man of ideas... about the world, about the order of things. Writers, artists, men of science... they'd fill our drawing room night after night to talk and argue. Sometimes just to listen to him. In some ways he was like you... a shepherd to his flock. He would have loved to have met you. Me? You think I can play devil's advocate. Thomas would have played that game with you from dusk until dawn. And everything you hold sacred, he'd leave in tatters. Not from malice or hate, but from love. From a desire to see the yoke of shame lifted from your shoulders. You think I am ashamed? My husband and I were happy. But in London, a happy life can often be a very dangerous thing. Something that other people simply cannot abide. Thomas learned that lesson all too well. Captain Flint was Thomas's closest friend. And after his death, he saw fit to spirit me here for my own safety. Flint brought you here? You're right, I don't understand. I just told you. Captain Flint is my deliverer. There's nothing more you need to understand. Why are you here? I'm concerned for your safety. It's late. You knew I'd be alone. It's inappropriate. You're not here because you want to protect me, Pastor. You're here because you want to fuck me. (moans) (breathing heavily) I'm sorry. We dangle? Four men suspended over the side. Axes, augers, charges. It's a rapid penetration to get a charge through the hole. Cause disruption, distraction while we move on the bunker through the hold below. Saw Avery try it once. And it worked? I said I saw it tried. Volunteers? (sighs) Paxton. Bobby. Dooly. Logan. Something wrong? Even if we do hack through, we'd be dangling there like bait on a string. It's su1c1de. We don't have time for a debate, Mr. Logan. Now I gave you an order. And what happens when those orders get us killed? You send in four more? Billy, tell him I'm right. Mr. Logan... fall in. Billy, tell him I'm right. Captain... Mr. Logan makes a valid point. Unfortunately, now is not the time. (crew gasps) Anybody else got a point they would like to make? While we are in battle, the captain's orders are the law. That is what we signed up to. That is what we agreed. Now the order's been given. Heed it! (man whistles) Man: Captain! I can't believe I didn't see it before. It was staring us right in the face. Those cannons aren't the only thing Bryson has locked down there with him. 38 slaves. You think they put that flag there as a signal to us? Well, it wasn't there three hours ago. And if not us, I couldn't tell you who they are trying to signal. Seven, eight... nine priced over £100. That's nine strong men ready to fight Bryson from below. Yeah, well, you're presuming those nine men will choose to take up arms and join in a fight they couldn't possibly know or care less about. Given their current situation, my presumption is that there are no nine men on earth who wouldn't jump at the chance for a little fight. What, you got a better idea? Well, how do you imagine we get them out of their chains? Woman: You will never see them again. What? This person you'd give your life to protect, give our lives to protect... whoever they are, you'll never see them again. You must love them very much, but I do not think you have thought this through. You don't know me. And you don't know what you're talking about. I know that if we reach our destination, we may never have another chance like this. There is no we. You and I, we are both in this hold, but we are not in the same place. How many times must you have told yourself that you're special? That your master thinks you're different from the rest? Maybe you're right. But I know those men above better than you. And when they put you in these, they don't mean to let you go. You have a chance to go home again, yet you just sit there. Maybe you're right. You and I are not the same. (thumps) (clanks) (hisses) (door opens) What the fuck is going on down here? Sir. It's this one. (choking) (panting) (rhythmic thudding) Men: Heave! Man: Together, lads. And... Heave. What do they think they're doing? (thudding continues) Come. Heave! Man: Again! (clangs) Heave! Put your back in it, boys! (rhythmic thudding continues) Secure the hold, Mr. Hayes. Something's wrong. (whistles) (shouting) (gun) (gun) (Groans) (shouting) (grunting) (grunts) (shouts) (urinating) Excuse me. Mr. Hamund? Who the fuck are you? My name is John Silver. And I have a proposition for you. I've heard your crew has been freed to hunt again. And I understand with Mr. Rackham out of favor, you're the man the crew now looks to. Seems our paths were meant to meet in this moment. Me with something to sell, and you with means to use it. Piss off. I was the whore's partner, the one who stole the page from Flint and then tried to sell it to you. You're that new one. The cook they took on. That I am. But perhaps not for long. This is where I think you and I can help each other. The night the exchange was meant to take place at the wrecks, I lost the schedule to Captain Flint. But I escaped with my hide intact and my anonymity. I've remained with the crew since then, but I believe now I've tempted fate long enough. Flint departed, I remained. My intent... to sell the page again and leave Nassau with something to show for it. Seeing as we theoretically already had a deal, I thought your crew was the logical place to start. What the fuck are you talking about? You just said Flint has the schedule. He has the page the schedule is written on, but I saw that page. I think there's a good chance I can remember most of it. For the right price. Are you a fucking lunatic? What's to stop me from killing you for getting us into this mess? Wait. I am willing to give a steep discount on our original agreement. We don't have any fucking money left, you shit. Rackham lost it chasing you. I fail to see how that's possible. Mr. Hamund. May I help you? You told us you lost our pearls in the wrecks. 5,000 pesos worth. Isn't that right? Yes. Because now I'm told that you gave half our pearls to the whore up front before you ever left for the wrecks. Which would mean that half the pearls never went to the wrecks. They was on the whore when your bitch reeled her in. Leaving us to wonder where the fuck are they now? I don't know where you're getting your information from, but I can assure you, it is mistaken. She threw that whore in the tent long before we got to her. Yes, but the whore had no pearls. Neither I nor Miss Bonny would be so stupid as to steal from you. And even if I were, I would certainly never be so stupid as to trust a whore to act as escrow. Someone is lying to you. If you tell me who it was, I might be able to help you figure out why. I'd tell you, Jack... but I don't see how that much matters seeing that we found these in your tent just now. Look at you now. Where's the fucking rest of them? Buried. By the wrecks. Darling. I'm so very disappointed in you. I believe I'm entitled to this. I've arranged a room for you. I don't imagine I'll be doing much sleeping till I know this is finished, thank you very much. Thought I'd wait it out here, if you don't mind. Men: Heave ho! Pull! Come on! That's it! Heave! Man: All right, lads, coming over. Man 2: Coming over. Man 3: Okay, that's good. (shouting continues) I certainly didn't expect to find you down in the hold. Not after you betrayed Miss Guthrie on behalf of her father. Our agreement was I would stay behind to protect Eleanor from you. (scoffs) You think what she and I hope to achieve for Nassau is impossible. That I'll be the death of her? I lost six men chasing down this ship. Nearly faced another mutiny all over again. If I had any sense, I'd throw you to my crew. Take the pressure off me. But I'm not gonna do that. I'd rather prove you wrong. Billy. Stow the guns in the lower hold. Favor the starboard. Of course. Right, Billy. What? Afraid I got loose lips? Please, son, I am on your side. You've got to believe that. Then get some answers. Man: Come on! Heave! Crew: Heave ho. That's it. Hold on. Lend a hand, mate. Perfectly good stash of powder here. (screams) (men shouting, screaming) (Coughs) You all right? She saw us. The Scarborough had to have seen us. There's still great guns in the hold. At least three or four more. There's no time for delay. The guns we've unloaded already will have to suffice. Cut us loose! We're getting out of here. (men shouting) Man: Come on! What the hell is that? It's the Andromache's spritsail brace. It must have blown loose during the explosion. That's two knots or more it'll drag us down. Earlier... when you and Mr. Gates were having words, you mentioned a letter. What was in it, Billy? Billy! What was in it? I think you know what was in it. (cannon fire) Oh, shit! (men shouting, screaming) Hard to starboard. Bring us about. Man overboard! Man: Man overboard! It's Billy. He fell. Billy! Billy! Any sign of him? We can't turn back. She'll tear us to pieces. Ambush, I presume. Nothing out there but men with pistol and swords. I imagine those pearls didn't just materialize out of thin air. With whom did you scheme this? The cunt. (scoffs) Somehow I'm not surprised. Decent fellow, Slade, as far as I know. Never raised a hand against the whore. A factor I hope you considered before you decided that he and six other men who stood by our captain in his darkest hour, men he considers his brothers, be lumped into the cost of assuaging your offense in this matter. God damn it, Anne. Do I not deserve a say about this? You had your say. Now I'll have mine. This way. (bird screeching) You know, when I first met you, I pegged you for an easy mark. But now, between you and Flint, I'm not certain who I should be more afraid of. I saw you earlier. After you lifted the ban. (chuckles) You were angry. Not just about Max. Those men out there, they made you admit you were wrong. They made you feel weak. I think you felt compelled to let everyone on this island know that in this place, no one fuck with you and gets away with it. (screams) (groaning) (panting) (knocks) (door closes) Thank you for what you did for me. I didn't do it for you. Dufresne: Old Jim Carver. Sebastian Frakes. William "Bones" Manderly. Men: Huzzah! I hope you're pleased with yourself. I see. We won't be speaking of this again, I presume. Well, before we close the lid on this and put it in the ground, one last question if you will, just to satisfy my curiosity. When you and Miss Guthrie were plotting this little coup, when she asked you, "Well, shit, Anne, what makes you think old Jack will go along with this plan of ours and not plead the truth to his men as he's most certainly going to feel duty-bound to do?" What did you say? I told her given the choice between them and me... you'd choose me. That's very fucking touching. And the captain? The two of you come up with some idea how to deal with him when he returns and finds out about all this? You don't know where he's gone, do you? He ain't coming back. (instrumental music playing) 1x07: VII Flint: Somewhere under there is our thief. Where's the page? Your schedule is up here. You want to kill Hamund? Then you have to kill them all. Ah! Rackham: When you and Miss Guthrie were plotting this little coup, the two of you come up with some idea how to deal with the captain when he returns? Bonny: You don't know where he's gone, do you? Eleanor: You could be strong again. You could take this whole island from me. You know exactly what it is you need to do, where it is you need to go to do it. I certainly didn't expect to find you down in the hold, not after you betrayed Miss Guthrie on behalf of her father. Found in Bryson's cabin. It's from the Barlow woman. She wants a pardon for Flint in Boston. She says we're going to kill him when we learn of his betrayal. Gates: The Scarborough! Flint: Man overboard! It's Billy! He fell! We can't turn back. (theme music playing) (wind blowing) (Birds calling) Lambrick: Easter is upon us... an opportunity for renewal and rebirth... both in spirit and the flesh. And yet we may also ask ourselves, "When the spirit is renewed and the body resurrected, what becomes of the sin?" Will not a trace of it linger to mock and torment us, to remind us of the roiling pit of despair that awaits the unrepentant beyond this life? And yet does it not often feel as if life itself is the pit? Yah! Ma'am! Captain Flint's returned. Eleanor: Captain. Captain. Captain! Sorry, you were asking about the Scarborough? I was, specifically how the hell did she find you out there? A trap laid by your father, for which he will be answering as soon as I'm finished here. He won't be the only one, I assume. Your friend Mrs. Barlow understood she was responsible for keeping him under lock and key. You trusted her. We trusted her and she betrayed us. Perhaps he managed to secrete a message past her men. That hardly rises to the level of betrayal. (scoffs) Captain, yesterday morning, my father walked into town, stood out on the steps of the warehouse and proclaimed to the world that the Guthries' business is finished here in Nassau. What was the reaction? The men elected representatives, we agreed upon an agenda, and we spoke about the merits of mutual cooperation over tea. So it was bad? Bad? It was fucking chaos. Yeah. Eleanor: For about an hour, I thought they had burned down all of Nassau. But it's been handled. As of last night, I've instituted a new trading system and the street has embraced it. A consortium with myself at its head, Captains Naft and Lawrence as a means of shipping, and Mr. Frasier as its corporate seal. Hmm. All this since yesterday? I will address the situation with Mrs. Barlow immediately. You have my word. (clears throat) Captain, one more thing. The consortium wasn't founded easily. It required the assistance of a few other parties. Among them indispensably was Mr. Silver. Is that so? Eleanor: I tell you this because I imagine you might still hold some resentment toward him. And I've given him my word in exchange for his assistance that I'll stand between him and your resentment. In other words, if Mr. Silver doesn't return from the Urca, you and I may find ourselves with problems of our own. What a day I missed. Come on. (panting) The fuck, Jack? It's gone limp again. Really? I hadn't noticed. Well, do you want something up your ass? No. No, thank you. (grunts) What the fuck is your problem? I'm terribly sorry if I've ruined your morning, but at the moment I happen to have quite a lot on my mind. Ship purloined, captain and crew a distant memory, no prospects at all, except for this shithole of a brothel, which by some miracle of economics seems incapable of turning a profit. How can you run a brothel here and not make money? I have no fucking idea! Ain't you always the one telling everyone how fucking clever you are? Figure it out. Don't you dare leave me here. Don't you... (Door slams) (distant donkey braying) Alice made you her porridge. Thicker than snot, but it'll help you get your strength back. A couple of us are wondering what you plan to do now. Why would anyone care what I do? Darling, you're all anyone's talking about out there. All of us wondering what kind of voodoo you used to get eight of Vane's crew to just... up and disappear. Haven't you heard? They left for Port Royal. Hmm, and I'm Henry fuck' Avery. If you've got any thought of working here again, I wouldn't wait too long. What do you mean? Mr. Rackham's got no idea how to run this place. We've all got a hand in his pocket. Mapleton would tell him, but she's too busy stealing for herself. Mapleton: Idelle! Downstairs. Customer. All I'm saying is get in while the getting's good. (door closes) (grunts) Jesus! The fuck did they do to you? Postelection initiation, I'm told. All done in good fun. At least... (chuckles) I think it was all done in good fun. Congratulations, Mr. Quartermaster. Thank you. Unfortunate, to say the least, that we find ourselves in the need of one. Yes, very. But I'm humbled by the crew's faith in me. Well, if Billy were here, I'm sure he would agree with me when I say that the crew chose well. Well, much to do. Mr. Dufresne, quartermaster. Who would've seen that coming? I think he's up to it. I'm sure he is. I just wouldn't have thought the crew capable of coming to that conclusion. Well, chew a man's throat out, it tends to make an impression. (both chuckle) You'll be heading to see her now, then? Mrs. Barlow. You said you'd be holding her to account. I assumed you'd not want to wait. I'll be back before dark. We'll continue preparations for our departure then. Gates: Just one more thing, Captain, before you leave to see Mrs. Barlow. I think you and I need to discuss the letter that Billy found... and why exactly it is that she believes you're gonna betray your crew. (grunts) Hey, get back. Jesus, Randall. (panting) De Groot: Mate. Randall would like a word with you. Council just voted. He's out. Out? De Groot: I suppose it's my fault. I raised the concern about the fire hazard a one-legged man in the galley might present. And like most things before the council, it spun out of control. What's that got to do with me? He's got a raw deal, Mr. Silver. The least we can do is let him say his piece. (Silver sighs) Randall. It's not fair. I can cook. Yes, I think you might have mentioned that. You know, it's been my experience setbacks such as these, they often go hand in hand with new and unexpected opportunities. He's a thief. What are you talking about, Randall? He thought I was asleep at Miss Guthrie's tavern. I heard him talking. Wasn't Singleton stole the page, it was him. I don't know what he's talking about. Randall, are you being truthful? He said he has the schedule in his head, that he learned it to stop Flint from murdering him. All due respect, but he spent the last two days beneath a rather heavy cloud of opiates. He doesn't know what he heard. Get the quartermaster in here. Right now. Bear with me. One minute, please. Uh, apologies. (snaps fingers) Give me it. Ah! Here it is. It is with great pleasure that we shall now commence our inaugural meeting of the Guthrie Frasier Naft Lawrence Consortium for the Purposes of Shipping and Trade in the West Indies, Excelsior. Reginald, add to the agenda discussion of a shorter name. Jesus. First item of business... our maiden voyage. Captain Lawrence, the status of the Black Hind, please. (clears throat) We've begun alterations to expand our holds. But as I predicted... O'Malley: Ma'am. A good number of the crew have defected upon learning of their new vocation. Any suggestions for a new source of labor would certainly be welcomed. What happened to you? I told him to get the fuck out, but he wouldn't go. He who? Eleanor: Quite the story I heard out there from the Walrus' men. They say you rallied the slaves in the Andromache's hold, single-handedly turned the tides against Bryson. Imagine what they'd say if they knew that you're the reason that they had to chase that ship in the first place. I would like the chance to explain myself. I'm listening. What I did, I did out of love. (scoffs) And with every intention of staying here with you to help you find a safer, more settled life, a life you deserve. It was not a betrayal. It was... It was not your decision to make. My life is my own. It's not Benjamin Hornigold's, it's not Charles Vane's, it's not my father's and it's not yours. Do you understand? You're right. I'm sorry. And what? Now you think you can just waltz back in here and pick up from where we left off like nothing happened? Where else would I go? I belong to you. Chattel property of the Guthrie estate. You... you know I've never seen you that way. Eleanor, I must ask a favor of you. (bird screeching) (distant chopping) He's waiting. Sit. You wish to do business? There's a place... there's a place not far from here. A place fueled by plunder. A place of great wealth run by its crews and flying no flag. I know of Nassau. What of it? She's weak, so she's ripe for the taking. A man with enough strength could get his hands wrapped around her throat in a matter of hours, control the flow of trade, get rich. My men are rich. Wood sells well and we don't rely on the mercy of the sea. No man is rich who could have a lot more by doing less. (flies buzzing) When you sailed as captain of these men, they sacked Campeche for you. They sacked Cartagena for you. Give me a dozen of them and I will bring Nassau in line. What's your name? Charles Vane. I know that name. These are my men. Why would I let any of them call you captain? Each man gets a share, plus one share to you in tribute for every six men. That's a sizeable piece of a fucking fortune. And all you need do is give them your leave. How did you know to seek me out? Is my name spoken as far as Nassau? Is there someone there that connects us? Or is it something else? The fuck do you care? Do we have a deal or don't we? Three men. My tribute... a share for every three men. Four shares in all. Yes or no? You're not answering the question. I'm trying to answer the question. So you're saying she's lying? That the letter is just a fiction? I'm saying that my relationship with her is a complex one... that it's hard for me to understand at times. But what is clear is that she desperately wants to leave this place and will say anything in order to make me go with her. Oh, for fuck's sake, enough. This is what we do. You orate and you dissemble, and I look the other way, convince myself that supporting you is in everybody's interests. But not today. Not after what happened last night. After what happened last night? What happened to Billy, Captain? He fell. Why? What are you saying happened? He thought you saw us all as expendable. Expendable? Pawns to be used for your own ends. I have fought and bled alongside my men. I have sacrificed more than you could possibly know for their futures. I know what happened on the Maria Aleyne. You told me the man you killed was reaching for a weapon. You told me it was self-defense, but there were no weapon in that cabin. I went and I looked. And I still kept my mouth shut. I don't know why, but I know you used the crew to assassinate those people. Men died that day. Our men. And I suspect there's been other times when we've been expendable to you. And if yesterday was one of those days, then you and I have a problem, because Billy wasn't expendable to me. He was a son to me. Then perhaps you should have acted like a better father towards him. What the fuck did you just say? You let his suspicions run rampant. You let his paranoia fester to the point at which when he should have been focused on the Scarborough's guns, he was focused on hurling unfounded accusations at me. So I'm to blame for what happened to Billy? Perhaps if you had intervened when he first came to you with these fantasies, perhaps if you helped him understand the world in which he lived... he'd still be here right now. Where are you going? I'm tired of this. I'm tired of the energy it takes to believe you. To believe in you. I'm taking this to the crew. You're their problem now. I'm taking it. After the Urca has been secured and the money warehoused before distribution... I intend to sequester a portion of it. Sequester? A portion of it. Every man on that crew will still be richer than their wildest dreams. But you know as well as I do that no matter how much money they're given, they will drink, whore and piss it away. Now, they have a chance at something better than that, but it isn't gonna happen unless somebody makes it happen. You're lying to them. And if I don't, who will? Everyone's lied to for their own good... every mother who tells their child that everything will be all right, every soldier who's told by his commander that courage will see them through, every subject who's told by... His king? Is that what you are to us now? A sovereign levying a tax? If no one knows, everyone wins. Don't play games with me. I'm quite serious. Who loses? Absent their worst instincts, their pride, their greed, their suspicion, in the light of pure reason, who says no to this? They'll be rich men in a safe place rather than dead thieves on a long rope. I'm gonna deliver them, Hal. I'm gonna deliver them into something better. I will sail with you tomorrow to take this prize. I'll follow your lead in battle. And I'll take your orders as consort. But when it's done, you and I will quietly go our separate ways. And I'll thank you not to protest. No one else knows about this? Look, as far as I can tell, it's just the three of us. Then again, this is Randall we're talking about. If he had told anyone else, we'd have heard. Does it make any sense to you? Well, Flint finding that page on Singleton does seem awfully convenient in hindsight. Jesus. A fine mess here, Randall. Randall: You're a thief. (sighs) Quite sure you're wrong. But the good news is it's not too late to repair the damage. I know what I heard. Randall, you were doped. You have no idea what you heard. Say you're successful in convincing our friends out there to believe your story. I'm not sure you've given proper consideration to what happens next. Do you think they'd just haul me up in front of the crew, air your story, and that's the end of it? No, Randall. I think you've forgotten one very important detail. The money. That has to be considered, does it not? If we go tell the crew now, there's a very good chance they simply hang the cook right along with the captain. If Randall's right, that would be the end of the Urca hunt. Are you suggesting we keep this secret? Lie to the crew? Right along with Flint? He's suggesting that acting hastily could come with a very hefty price. Even if I was convinced, there's still Randall to contend with. Are you suggesting there's some way to guarantee his silence? I can think of one way. They wouldn't. Wouldn't they? A one-legged halfwit versus a chance at a fortune? The odds are decidedly not in your favor. Well, you were confused or delirious. Take your pick, but tell them now. Then even if they wanted to go to the crew, they'd have lost their chief witness. And no one has to die. You're a thief. I'm a thief. Right. Well, good luck, Randall. It was nice knowing you. Albinus: For as long as you sail with him, his orders are my orders. And when your work is done, this place will have you back. They'll serve you well. Is something wrong? You were one of ours. You were just a boy yourself. Could not have been easy coming back here. Must have taken great strength. Go on. Take these men. Make me rich. You don't know me, but you once did... when I was the lowest among you. Now I've returned. And I offer you a chance to be free of this place. I'm Charles Vane. And you were a strong crew once, proper pirates. Feared, as you should have been, before he dragged you away from the sea, before he convinced you to live here like animals. Because it suits his weaknesses. There is a place not far from here where strong men live lives of pleasure, not labor, a place where you could be feared and respected once again. Follow me, and I will show you what life is. (panting) Are you done? Are you done? Oh! (grunts) (groans) I'm proud of you. Randall. I need a word with Mr. Silver alone. (laughs) What's so funny? Just that I warned Randall something like this was coming. I wouldn't be so sure about that. Mr. De Groot's inclined to hand you over to the crew. He's given me exactly five minutes, at which point he intends to call council so Randall can share his story, after which our hands are clean and you are most likely, well, dead. What's that? A page from one of Dr. Howell's manuals and your last chance at living to see the sun rise again. You have exactly five minutes to commit it to memory, after which you will reproduce this page to the best of your ability. If you can do so to Mr. De Groot's satisfaction, then maybe... just maybe he can be convinced to keep your secret for the sake of the Urca haul. It's a test? Exactly. It's a terrible test. Believe me, I'm aware. If I was the thief, which I am by no means admitting, I could have read that schedule a hundred times over before I was forced to destroy it. Whether or not I can memorize this page in five minutes proves nothing. Mr. De Groot doesn't believe that he can trust the information inside your head, certainly not enough to risk his own life, not to mention committing poor Randall to an early grave. He says if he's to go down that road, he needs certainty. It's the best I could do. Four minutes. (sighs) (rooster crows) Wait. Compliments of the new consortium. A dead cargo is a worthless cargo. Eme: Did you ask her? I implored Miss Guthrie to facilitate your release. I told her she would not have her guns without yours and the others' help. What did she say? She said she would take it under advisement. (sighs) I warned you this place would not be any different. But do not give up hope. I'll need to know your secret. To putting up with her. My decision whether or not to partake in this consortium was predicated on her agreement to lift the ban on Charles Vane's crew. I understand she did. Begrudgingly. And shortly after, all eight disappeared. Left for Port Royal, I am told. And you think Eleanor had something to do with this? It doesn't matter either way. Short of my retrieving eight corpses from her armoire, nothing would dissuade the other captains from the course that she's set now. Which I'd wager she knew would be the case. I'd wager you're right. I asked you once to get her under control. The truth is there is no controlling her, is there? You forced her hand in front of men whose respect she demands in order to run this business. Really, Captain, what choice did you give her? (beat approaching) (dog barking) (Horse neighs) Miranda: Mr. Guthrie isn't here. He's taken sanctuary on Mr. Underhill's estate. Do you know what you've done? What madness possessed you to write that letter? I tried to tell you. Billy found it. If he'd have shown anyone before I discovered him, but for dumb luck, I'd be dead. I'm sorry. You know I would never intentionally put you in any kind of danger. What was your intent? What was it? To destroy everything we've tried to build here for the past 10 years? Or was it just to embarrass me? To show you a way out of all this, to free you. A way out? Have you no memory of how we got here? What they took from us? What does it matter now? What does it matter? What does it matter what happened then if we have no life now? Because there is no life here. There is no joy here. There is no love here. There's no love here. What are you talking about?! What do you think I'm out there fighting for if not to make all those things possible here? You'll fight a war so we can make a life? You don't get one without the other, my sweet. No. You're wrong. I sent that letter to show you that you're wrong. There is a life in Boston. There is joy there and music and peace. The door is open. I've opened it for you. And it requires no war and no blood and no sacrifice. It requires an intolerable sacrifice. To accept a pardon? To apologize. Apologize? Who will you be apologizing to? To England! They took everything from us. And then they called me a monster. The moment I sign that pardon, the moment I ask for one, I proclaim to the world that they were right. This ends when I grant them my forgiveness... not the other way around. This path you're on... it doesn't lead where you think it does. If he were here, he'd agree with me. Three days with the Urca's schedule, three minutes with whatever the fuck this is. I'll remind them. Before you go, just one question. Harebrained as this test was, you had to be quite certain I was the thief to even think of it. And I don't believe you have near that kind of faith in our friend Randall here. Who told you about me? Billy? Randall, we need to talk. You're a thief. Randall, pay attention. Right now at this moment, it is just as likely you're the one that dies as I am. What if there was a way neither of us had to die today? I go to the crew and I offer to be your caretaker. I'll promise to look after you day and night and give my personal guarantee should anything happen, it comes out of my share. I think I could persuade the crew to accept that. And then you're back on the ship. All you have to do is change your story. You're a thief. Are you fucking kidding me?! (sighs) All right. Yes, I'm a thief. I took the page and I shouldn't have. I should have counted my blessings to be let off that merchant ship. But what can I say, Randall? I'm not a joiner. I never have been. But I'm willing to do it now. So pull your head from your ass and let's both live to fight another day. Dufresne: Sorry, Mr. Silver. You're a thief. Yes, we understand. Randall? You're a thief. Randall, what's gotten into you? You're a thief. What the hell is going on here? It would appear Mr. Randall has reconsidered his position. If you intend to accuse Mr. Silver before the crew, you do so without a witness. (knocks) (door opens) Give us the room, please. As you can imagine, money is tight right now. The Walrus crew are unwilling to manumit a hold full of slaves, nor do I have the funds to purchase their release outright. So here's what I've done. The able-bodied males will be taken onto the Black Hind under Captain Lawrence to fill a recent rash of desertions. The consortium has reached an agreement with Mr. Dufresne of the Walrus to trade future subsidies and credits to cover the cost. Six women remain thereafter, for whom I was able to scrounge together enough money to cover their cost. They'll be offered a wage in my employ. Thank you. As for us... Eleanor, I... I know how much you worry about me. But I hope the events of the last few days prove that I can handle myself. It does. I'm not blind to Flint. I know he keeps things from me. But there's no reason for you to feel threatened by my partnership with him. If you're to stay with me, I need to know that I can trust you. Eleanor, Captain Hornigold has extended me an offer to join his crew. And you've accepted? If you need me, I will be here for you. But as long as you insist on pursuing this course with Captain Flint, I will always be tempted to interfere. Please get out. (moaning) I'm sorry, but the income you've reported for the past two days is simply too low to be believed. I'm going to have to ask you to vacate your room, make way for someone else. Oh, yes, yes. Here it comes. (crying) Ugh. I'll have you know I have slit men's throats while they have wept, begging my forbearance, and slept soundly that very night. If you were hoping to manipulate me, you are barking up the wrong tree. (crying continues) The wrong tree. Jesus Christ. Alice: Mr. Rackham. What? Five pieces. (Coins clink) Oh, look who's up and about. Who did you just service? What's that? Who paid you those coins? It was Captain Hallindale I saw leaving your room, was it not? A man whose sole desire is to be swaddled in canvas while he sucks on a fat, milkless breast like a nursing child. And the price we have always charged for mothering is 20 pieces, not five. Who the fuck do you think you're accusing? A handjob pays five. All Captain Hallindale had time for today was a tug. Will your story hold when I ask him to confirm it? Or will you confess your crime now and pray that our new patron is more forgiving than Mr. Noonan would have been? I swear on the body and blood of our Lord Jesus Christ this will never happen again. For your sake, it had better not. In my experience, if you do not discipline a whore, she will always take advantage. Get your fucking house in order. Hmm? I thought you were going to report back once you returned from Mrs. Barlow's. Do you really think it's wise to get pissed in full view of any of your men that may stumble in here just before they're about to embark on the most dangerous journey of their lives? Wise? Probably not. But then there was 36 hours before castoff, so I thought why not live dangerously? 36 hours is plenty of time for them to find reason to doubt you. Perhaps a little doubt in me is called for. What happened out there? Tell me we're not crazy, you and I. Crazy? To put ourselves through all this when the outcome's so uncertain. The outcome is only uncertain for those who disbelieve. I believe in this place. And I believe if there's anyone who can do what's necessary to make it something better, it's you. (men shouting) (grunting) (chickens clucking) Oi, where are you going? Eyes on Randall at all times... wasn't that the deal? (chuckles) Randall, you are a fucking puzzle. Part of me thinks you must be the luckiest halfwit in the colonies, the way this all played out. But part of me suspects there's something else going on here. I'm forced to wonder if you didn't orchestrate this whole little drama knowing it would corner me into securing your return to the crew. I'm forced to consider the possibility there is a lot more of the old Randall in that head of yours than you'd like to let on. That you're no halfwit at all, but a very shrewd operator who's managed to gain the benefits of sailing with these men while avoiding all the risk. That perhaps, just perhaps, you're a goddamn genius. (farts) (men shouting) (chatter and laughter) Mr. Gates. Mr. Quartermaster. The crew seem in good spirit. All things considered. What about our friend the cook? It appears to be resolved for now. Though I must tell you, he discerned that I knew about the missing page beforehand. He assumed Billy told me. I can see how he might think that. I did nothing to dispel that notion, though it may not take him a long time to realize who it was that actually brought me into this. Well, we'll have to deal with our situation as it develops, won't we? Aye. There's something else. It's Messrs. Howell and De Groot. Give them a couple of days. Once we're at sea, the work will take their focus off Randall. Actually, it's not Randall that's troubling them. It's you. Having had some time to think about it, they're not certain that you're up to doing what's necessary. The lying we could forgive. Singleton we could forgive. We could forgive all of it. But not Billy. That requires an answer. When the time comes, we need to know that you won't stand in the way. I understand he's your friend. But once we have the money, Flint dies. No argument. Not from me. (rustling) Eleanor's voice: You could be strong again. (Gasps) You could resist me. You could take this whole fucking island from me if only you weren't so goddamned afraid. (chatter and laughter) (squelches) (Groans) (chatter stops) (grunts) 1x08: VIII There is a place not far from here where you could be feared and respected. Eight men who support Hamund. You said it yourself. We kill him, they all become threats to both of us. They disappear all at once tonight. Between you and Flint, I'm not certain who I should be more afraid of. Leave with me. I've spent my life trying to build something here. (sobbing) What if I forgo payment for the schedule in exchange for my share of the prize? When the time comes for me to reveal the last piece, I will be right by your side. It wasn't Singleton that stole the page. It was him. You're lying to them. If no one knows, everyone wins. I believe in this place. If there's anyone who can do what's necessary to make it something better, it's you. Once we have the money, Flint dies. No argument. Not from me. (theme music playing) (rattling) (music playing) (thumping, squeaking) (thunder rumbling) Ha va? Mr. Rackham, a word. I've been expecting you, please, sit. Won't you tell me what you think of our little production? The theme is "Evenings in Paris." I'll give you three guesses whose idea it was. Mr. Rackham, I just saw the bursar. He says I'm no longer to receive my distribution of the house's profits. Your instruction? Yes, I did some rough calculations to figure the amount you've been skimming from the take since we first began this arrangement. It only seems fair to garnish your proceeds to account for it. (laughs) Mr. Rackham, I understand your new friend has helped to bring the girls into line, has them reporting their income in a most honest fashion. That must be very nice for you. But let us get something very straight. I'm not one of the girls. I will have my cut or everyone in this street will know what became of Mr. Noonan. You would do that? Don't you dare doubt it. Well, Mrs. Mapleton, that sounds like gross insubordination to me. That, coupled with the graft you've been responsible for, leaves me with no choice but to terminate your employment here. What? You're dismissed. Thank you for your service. Pardon me, but have you lost your mind? Not that I'm aware of, no. I just told you that I am fully willing to inform every merchant in Nassau that you murdered your way into ownership of this place. They will band together to see you hanged. Which ones exactly? Which merchants will see Mr. Rackham hanged? Mr. Connors the wheelwright? (laughing) Or perhaps Mr. Peterson the butcher. Maybe Mr. Rusch the lapidary? They all have enjoyed steep discounts here lately. Affordable now that the books are in good order. I wonder, given their fondness for the new management, which one of them would much care what you think happened to Mr. Noonan? You forgot the only name that matters, dear. The lady across the street. She finds out about this... Oh, Madam Guthrie knows. She's fine with it. But by all means, go ahead, tell her again. I can't see any harm in it. You will regret this, sir. I'm sure I won't. Au revoir. (thunder rumbles) (chuckles) Please don't judge me, but I really enjoyed that. You do not believe she will attempt to strike back at you? I wouldn't put it past her. But at the moment I'll live with the potential for future trouble over the certainty of actual trouble she was causing. To a profitable venture. And a partner significantly more pleasing to the eye. (wind whistling) (crewmen yelling) (music playing) (men chatting) What am I supposed to do with this? If he's to continue on the ship, the crutch is too much of an impediment. He shall have to wear this whether he likes it or not. Come on, Randall. Dr. Howell made this 'specially for you. Help you move around better. Perhaps you'll even be able to visit the shitter once in a while without needing my help. Whoa, easy there. You're responsible for him. You figure it out. "Oh, Mr. Silver." How can I ever thank you? First you save me from ending up as a stain on the Walrus's underside. Then you secured my position on the crew on the verge of an historic haul. And if that weren't enough, you're still trying to find something comfortable to put at the end of my stump. "From the bottom of my heart, thank you." You're welcome. (thumps) (thunder crackles) Launch from the Ranger. Captain Gates is coming over. Crazy bastard. What could be so fucking important that he has to row through all that shit out there? (thunder crackles) (grunting) We make landfall in the morning. The last part of the schedule if you don't mind. What's that? My own reconnaissance. There are a dozen bays and inlets within a day's journey from here that will make reasonable locations for the Urca to take on water. If the course you write down leads to one of them, odds are that your information is accurate. And if it doesn't? (thunder crackles) Division Bay. The course leads to Division Bay. Shoals on the eastern shore, but if we approach from the windward, we should be able to take up a strong opening position. Take this to Mr. De Groot. Tell him to adjust our course accordingly and set up our final approach for the morning. Something else? Well, now that I've fulfilled my end of the bargain, I'm just wondering where you and I stand. Keep wondering. I best be getting back. Let's not tempt fate. Talbot Rhodes. Private stock. I've been waiting for an occasion. My reckoning is tomorrow we'll either be able to afford a lot more of it or... We'll be too dead to care. (clucking) (music continues) (retching) (knocking) Captain asked me to pass these to you. A new course. The captain accepted the last segment of the Urca route as valid? One thing you should not doubt. Certainty is not a word I throw around lightly. Now this information, I am quite certain I have it right. (door opens, closes) That man has a strange way of handling the prospect of imminent wealth beyond reason. Ma'am. What are you doing here? Captain Hornigold asked me to sit in on Captain Lawrence's final preparations before departure. They're just finishing upstairs. Mm. I'm fine. Believe it or not, this place didn't collapse the moment you walked out the door. You really believe my concern is for this place? It's a ship killer out there. I can't even imagine what it's like further north. You'd been opposed to hunting the Urca from the beginning. Perhaps God's on your side of this one. I just think of all the trouble that fucking schedule caused. The trouble it caused Max and I. Caused you and I. The thought that it could all end up being for nothing... Perhaps the trouble was going to happen anyway. Schedule or no. Perhaps. Tomorrow a thing that you conceived out of thin air becomes real. A thing that will give this place a chance to find some small measure of peace. That is not nothing. (thunder rumbles) Henderson? It wasn't Henderson. It was something like Henderson. Harrison? Harvey? I don't know who the fuck you're talking about. The man that nicked that bottle was called Cregg. Cregg! That's him. Cregg. Mr. Cregg. Carpenter's mate. Had a nose for sniffing out booze on a prize ship like a fucking bloodhound. Oh, Cregg. I remember walking in on him once, digging through a stash on a prize. (laughs) He... he found this bottle of booze behind a baseboard. Now he's convinced that the prize captain's been hiding his best liquor. So he pops the cork and takes this big swig in front of all of us. And it was piss. It was piss. (both laughing) Aye, Cregg. Oh, God. Flint: Oh, Cregg. I brought him over with me, you know. We served together under Avery when we was kids. Huh. He was my first bunkmate. For years he went on how he'd got this huge stash hidden away. And I should live to survive him because one day I will be a rich man. As you know, we lost him on the Pembroke. So I open his locker and what do I find? 12 pesos, a busted pocket watch, and a letter with instructions to deliver it to his sister in New York. Lying sack of shit was Mr. Cregg. So I bought the boys a round with the pesos, traded the pocket watch for a bit of tail, and spent two weeks that winter in New York trying to deliver that fucking letter to his sister. Looked high and low. Never found her. So on the way home, I waited till we were in open water and I could see no land in any direction, and I dropped it over the side. Returned to the sea. There are no legacies in this life, are there? No monuments. No history. Just the water. It pays us and then it claims us. Swallows us whole. As if we'd never been here at all. Well... I better be getting back. (door creaks, closes) (children talking) (men grunting) How the fuck can you cut Mapleton loose without even telling me? I'm sorry. I wasn't aware you were her attorney in this matter. She'll run her mouth all over the fucking island about Noonan. Who cares? The only people who could conceivably make trouble for us are currently elbow deep in free prostitute downstairs. What's worse, you keep counsel with a whore about it. Wait, what? You think you can trust her, you dumb shit? That's what this is about? Max? You fucked her, didn't you? Jesus H. Christ. I can't win with you. She's in the camp with the men and it's, "Come on, Jack", let's go kill everybody and see if we can't get her out of there. "Hope you don't mind. Made that decision on your behalf." And now she's out, making us a small fortune, by the way, and you're pissed off about that, too. Might you consider making up your fucking mind about it, please? fuck you, Jack. "fuck you, Jack." Yes, I know. fuck me. (door slams) Listen here! When we crest the point ahead and spot the Urca in anchor, we'll begin our final run at her. Take it. The Spanish banner may earn us a few hundred yards of confusion before the captain identifies us and opens fire. So we'll close fast on her, hammer her well with our guns, and then take the fight to her decks. That fight will be the fight of our lives, make no mistake. But on the other side lies paradise. (cheering) I'll see you there. Mr. De Groot? A full complement, if you please. (whistles) Signal the Ranger. Aye, captain. Full sail, final approach. Check our position. This is the course. Well, check it again. Captain, this is the location you requested. Your true manifest. Your false manifest. And, most importantly, your bribe money. Godspeed, Captain. Perhaps we should go over the details one more time. The harbormaster's name is Singer. The foreman's name is Smith. The warehouse manager's Clay, and the customs man is Kent. Now if you don't let me board my ship and leave this place, none of it will matter as the goods in my hold will be rotten by the time I arrive. Goodbye. Godspeed. I have to hand it to you, you said you'd rebuild things here without your father, and damned if you didn't do just that. Still one step yet to accomplish. Removing my father entirely. Excuse me? I know he's out in the Underhill estate. If you think he isn't scheming to undo everything we've done here, you're kidding yourself. You are truly amazing. In a moment when stability is at hand and the world is at your feet, your first instinct is to go out in search of someone new to fight. Captain, a moment. God. Can't believe you left me for that old lady. Captain Hornigold is right. (cannon fire blasts) What the fuck? Where did that come from? (Cannon fire rumbles) Jesus Christ, Ben, why are your men firing on their own ship? My men aren't the ones doing the firing. (cannon fire continues) We need to get you off the beach now. Is someone shooting the guns off out here? What the hell is going on? Someone has taken over the fort. (cannon fire continues) Captain, after an inventory of our stores, the men have assented to your plan. Provided we find a suitable place to land the Walrus, you'll have two days to send out scouts and hopefully locate the Urca. Given their mood, I'd say we were lucky to get that long. Do it, then. What? It's Mr. De Groot. He's put his foot down. Once we make landfall, he wants Flint tried immediately. Oh, Jesus. He's bitter about the fact that we didn't listen to him regarding the cook. He says there's no Urca out here and that justice has been delayed long enough. That's not gonna happen, so let's discuss reality. He said that you'd say that. And after all your talk, you're just protecting Flint. I'm protecting all of us. These men are right on the edge and he wants to rile them up more by talking about a lying, thieving captain, then stand on a deserted beach and talk about an election. Before you know it, half a dozen men will have laid claim to the captaincy. Camps will divide. It won't be dark yet before the fighting starts. We're gonna see Flint pay for his crimes. But we'll do it at home and we'll do it like civilized men. That's how we avoid the abyss. We knew you spent the night drinking together. How can we take you at your word? You don't have to take my word. Good enough for you? Mr. Gates... Logan: Sails! To the south! Is it the Urca? Captain, is it her? Captain, is it the Urca? Man-of-war! She's a man-of-war! Spanish banners! In less than half an hour, she'll be right on top of us. Get orders to the Ranger. Tell her to raise the black and fire two shots over our bow. Mr. De Groot. Captain? Rig a spring to the forward anchor, then drop her immediately. Drop anchor? You mean to fight her? You all have your orders! Captain, join me. We don't have time. Make time. If he engages that ship in battle, we're dead. I know. I know you know. But does Mr. Gates? I can't let you go down this road. As far that man-of-war knows, we're Spanish merchantmen under attack by pirate raiders. We order the Ranger to flee, the Spaniard passes us to give chase, and before she realizes her error, we've got her trapped. She's got 100 guns. We do this properly, she'll never get a chance to use them. We'll rake her stern to bow, the Ranger will rake her bow to stern. With a little luck, we'll hammer her into submission before she can bring her broadsides to bear. To accomplish what, exactly? The Urca. She's here. Can't you see that? All I can see is an empty bay, a guardacosta warship, and a captain that's lost his fucking grip on reality. Guardacosta? You think that ship's here on patrol? That she just happened by this place at this time? That ship is an escort. It's the only explanation. The Urca has no escort. Was that not the justification for this entire endeavor? They altered their plans. Found a ship they could spare. I'm taking the Ranger and I'm leaving. What did you just say? I'm gonna weigh anchor and I'm gonna make a run for it. If I can keep ahead of it before dark, there's just a chance we can slip away. Without the Ranger, I have no chance against that ship. I know. So you're deliberately challenging my authority here? Deliberately violating your duty? My duty? My duty is to them, not to you. Although I have violated it more times than I can remember in your defense. Helped you deceive good men who put their trust in me because I was convinced they would be better off for it. Well, not here. Not this. This is fucking madness. Mr. Gates, if you walk through that door with the intent of subverting my plans, I will have no alternative but to interpret that as an incitement of mutiny. You think I'm inciting mutiny? You are inciting mutiny. I'm managing one! There are men out there right now that know about Singleton, the book, the cook, all of it. They know. And they mean to see you hanged for it. You told them? After Billy, I just... I didn't want to believe you could be capable of doing something like that. But I couldn't convince myself that you weren't. That's when I realized, this has got to end. So what, then? You preside over a trial that sees me hanged? No. We're going to go home and I will see you and Mrs. Barlow secreted away before anybody knows you're gone. You're gonna go to Boston. You're gonna take the pardon that she's offered you. And that is the last that you and I will ever see of each other. Please. Please, don't do this. I'm sorry. Take a moment. I'll deal with them. (door opens) (choking) This is not what I wanted. This is not what I wanted. (whimpers) I'm sorry. (cracks) I'm sorry. I'm sorry. (sobbing) I'm sorry. I'm sorry. (sobs) I'm sorry. (door creaks) I came to lend credence to your case that the Urca is still to be won. What the fuck are you doing to him? Making sure there's nothing incriminating... Stop. Stop. There's no way out of this. Take it from me, there's always a way. Sir. What is it? A small band of men were seen approaching the fort from the west this morning. No one's been able to identify them. Are all the home crews accounted for? Aye. Every one. They had nothing to do with this. Naft: Could this be a first move by England to reclaim the island? Frasier: Without a single ship involved? This does not have the air of a state move. This is something else. Captain, how easily are the great guns on the fort repositioned? What difference does that make? He's asking if the fort can turn her guns around and bring them to bear on the street... on us. Let's hope whomever's up there is not mad enough to consider that. That's less than confidence-inspiring. I have lieutenants calling in favors from the crews of the Colonial Dawn and the Medusa. I'll have 250 men assembled and ready to storm the fort in a matter of hours. By first light tomorrow, I'll be back in my chair and whoever did this will be hanging by his goddmn... What is it? Quick, you all need to see this. Man: Go back inside. Miss Guthrie. I think it's time we talked. Mr. Gates's heart has given out. He's dead? Mr. Logan. Signal Mr. Thompson on the Ranger. Inform him he's now in command. His orders are to sail north. When we fire on the target, he's to tack hard to port and do the same. Hoist the signals from the foremast below the yard. Get 'em up and down quickly before the Spaniard sees them. (door closes) The question you need to ask yourself is "What good can I do?" You can call this murder. A number of the men might even believe you, but will that be enough to stop this fight that is about to happen? Because if it's not, a fight we might win becomes a battle we are doomed to lose. Because the men went into it infected with your suspicions, with your doubts. So, Mr. Quartermaster, is that truly what's in their best interests? St. Augustine. Beg pardon? When the warship draws close, she'll ask our last port of call. St. Augustine's the closest. And as she's likely a customs ship, we must identify our cargo as anything but tobacco. Seville regulates the trade heavily. Thank you, Mr. Dufresne. What the fuck did you do? Spend enough time on an island, begin to forget there's a whole world out there. A world where the rules are different. I went out there, found men who don't know the rules here and who don't much care to learn them. They helped me surprise Captain Hornigold's men, we took his fort, and not once were any of them burdened with the thought, "What if this were to upset Eleanor Guthrie?" Well, they're about to learn the rules, Charles. The hard way. You think I'm gonna let this stand? That Hornigold will? We have men lining up in droves to back us in retaking it. I'd expect nothing less. Just out of curiosity, how long do you think that's gonna take? Can you take back that fort before... I sink another ship in the bay? Three more? All of them? Who knows? If my men hold out long enough, we may just decide to sink the Walrus when she returns with your precious Spanish gold just out of spite. So that's what this is. You're annoyed at me, so you're gonna destroy everything I've built. Never said I wanted to destroy anything. Then what do you want? Hornigold controlled the fort. The fort controls the bay. The bay controls commerce. That meant he was your partner. Now, I control the fort. So I will be your partner. You are kidding me. I was a tenant in this place for a long time. Didn't work out so well. Now I'd like a stake. You've absolutely lost your mind. I remember the first time I saw you. You were about 13. You'd snuck down to the beach despite Mr. Scott's rules forbidding it. A girl that age looking like you did. And you just walked up and down between the camps like you owned the place. Fearless. Then you saw me watching you and you didn't look away. Didn't cower. You just gave me this look... this little smile... that said you refused to be afraid of me. What the fuck are you talking about? I know you. Better than your father, better than Scott. Maybe better than anyone. You don't give a shit about money or respect. Or the things you've built here. I think you're just tired of fathers telling you what to do. And so I'm offering you a life free from them. With me in that fort, you do as you like. As long as it doesn't cross me, you'll hear no complaints. You know I have no choice but to say yes. But before I do, know this, you'll sit in that fort for a while. You'll get comfortable. And that's the day I'm gonna push you and your men right into the fucking sea. God, I missed that look. Ben. What the hell did he say? He wants your seat on the consortium. To be a partner to us. Well, I have 300 men out there more than happy to deny him. You can't, Ben. Oh, watch me. I told him about the tunnels. The tunnels that you would use to launch a surprise attack into the fort. I told him. Jesus! You told me to keep emotion from clouding judgment. To act in everyone's best interest. I believe that's what I'm doing. This is not the end of this. Captain. Welcome back. I hear congratulations are in order. Steward of the fort. Stroke of pure genius. In some ways, Jack, it had to come to this. Don't you think? Come to what? Me deciding if you live or die. Captain, I don't know what you've heard... Hamund pulls you out of bed... marches you down to the wrecks to look for a stash of stolen pearls. And somehow, only you and your dog make it back alive. (sighs) Quite a moment. Jack Rackham with nothing to say. Had I a shrewd quartermaster right now, he would tell me that I can't let what you did stand. He would say an offense like that demanded an example be made of both of you. The bloodier the better. But today, I'm a little less worried about perception than I used to be. As long as I hold that fort, doesn't really matter. So the street will know what you did. They will know you betrayed your brothers for a woman. That story will spread far and wide and you'll never sail beneath the black again. You'll sit in this place and rot with the rest of the whores. Something tells me that'll sting worse than dying. Loyalty, Jack. It's supposed to mean something. It does to me, anyway. Oh. Love what you've done with the place. (speaking Spanish) Here she comes. (speaking Spanish) Cazadora. Marco Fernandez, captain. Cazadora. Marco Fernandez, capitán. (speaking Spanish) St, Augustine. Tobacco trade. (speaking Spanish) If I'm not mistaken, you told him to name us anything but a tobacco trader, did you not? I did. He means to prove that that ship is not guardacosta. That it's here for the same reason we are. The Urca. That ship lets us pass, he will have managed to both renew the men's lust for gold and their faith in his judgment. (speaking Spanish) Hello. All hands to their stations. Quietly, if you please. At 300 yards, we open fire. Time and again he gambles with our lives. That is, when he's not taking them in cold blood. And once more his influence grows. And we're at his mercy with no way to challenge him. No, sir. It only looks that way. Turn us around slowly, boys. They need to think we're just drifting. Range? Hundred yards, Captain. Open. Crewman: Open. (men shouting) Come right a few degrees. Aye, Captain. We only get one shot at this. We miss, we die. Clear, tack hull. Range? Approaching 200 yards, Captain. All crews, fire on my mark. Steady. Almost there. Captain Flint. As quartermaster, I hereby accuse you of tyrannical crimes against your crew. All crews, fire! Dufresne: Belay that order! Your duties as a member of this crew have reached an end. Take a seat. Beginning with the murder of Mr. Singleton, Billy Bones, and Mr. Gates. What exactly do you hope to accomplish by doing this? In your case, Mr. Silver, justice. Once Dufresne exposes Flint's lies in their totality, the crew are gonna want answers from you, too. And as I explained to Mr. Dufresne, it's his word against Flint's. Why would anyone believe him? I hold in my hand a letter written by Mr. Gates confessing his knowledge and complicity in the captain's myriad crimes. We're going to lose them. We don't have time for this. As well as his knowledge of the captain's continued treachery up to and including his plan to steal a portion of the treasure fleet proceeds for himself. I gave you all an order! Fire! Fire! Mr. Logan. It's in Mr. Gates's hand. Where are you going? (gun flashes) (Grunts) (groans) (grunting) Justice, thief. This time there's no escaping it. You're welcome. Raise the sails. We're going home. Who's shooting?! Sorry. Had to be done. There's no running now. Logan: The Ranger's coming about. The Spaniards have got men in the rigging. Fire, Mr. Dufresne. Everything you've got. Don't waste this moment. (cannon fire blasts) All cannons, open fire! Open fire! (cheering) (shouting) Reload! Gunner: Ready with this cannon! Fire! The Ranger's opened fire! Again! Fire! She's coming about! Fire! Fire! Below! To your stations! (cannon fire roars) (screams) (screams) Set sail! (men shouting, screaming) (screams) Doctor! Doctor! (screams) (screams fade) (men screaming) (Gasps) Max: No-man's-land. There was a time when stopping halfway across this bridge would have been unthinkable to you. How things change. I can see that. Max, I know we haven't spoken, but I just want you to know how sorry I am... Don't. You have nothing to be sorry about. I was standing between you and your dreams for this place. You did what you had to do. I thought you said this place was just sand. Sand has its virtues. On sand, nothing is fixed. Nothing is permanent. And fates change so quickly. Yesterday Captain Hornigold was immovable from that fort and Captain Vane was a beggar. Now look at them today. Yesterday I was a whore of little consequence, easily dismissed, easily forgotten. Today I am a madam with an income and allies and a woman who has learned the most important of lessons. Never let anyone stand in between you and your ambitions. Thank you for teaching it to me. Ma'am, they're ready. Congratulations on the launch of your endeavor, by the way. Today you have everything you have ever wanted. I suppose we can only guess what tomorrow will bring. (coughing) They think it'll be a while before she sails again. In the meantime, you and I have been charged with provoking this whole mess. Why am I still alive? Why didn't you kill me? Get him up. (groans) Told you I was certain about my information regarding the Urca. Unfortunately, you and I failed to take into account the weather. The Urca de Lima wrecked at sea last night. Dashed by the storm. (theme music playing) 2x01: IX (Waves splashing) (Sails flapping) (Wood creaking) (Men whispering) (Men shouting) Are you certain this is wise, sir? Stories I hear about the raiders in these waters, their brutality... Cui bono, Mr. Fogg. These men profit nothing from blood. They profit from cargo. And they profit most when that cargo is least costly to win. Those stories you've heard... tools of the trade, self-applied by the pirates themselves, intended to separate us from our cargo by surrender rather than sword. These are men, Mr. Fogg, not monsters. If we behave rationally and civilly, so will they. (Men yelling) Man: Down to the well, move! The ship is yours, sir. Our manifest. Everything that would be of value to you is accounted for, and its location in the hold. Eight barrels, marked "JP," forward hold, port side. Mr. Neustadt, step to it. Pardon me, Captain. May I ask, are you one of the pirates that calls the port of Nassau home? Meeks: Three barrels, tea... I'm a recent arrival to Nassau. I only ask inasmuch as it's become something of a fascination of mine. They say the reality of the place is far more interesting than the myth. The business there is so efficient, so enlightened, that all trade is managed by a teenaged girl. Tell me, is that true? What is it? Ashe. As in Lord Ashe. Then let's get on with it. (Whistles) Everyone up! Oh, no, please. Go ahead! Man: Mercy! Merc... (gun) I'd like to thank you for the orderly surrender of your ship. It's truly amazing to me how many men in your position lack the sense to do the same. Ordinarily I would return the courtesy, relieve you of your cargo and be on my way. But your ship is about to yield a prize of far, far greater value than our wildest expectation, a far greater prize for which I'd rather not leave witnesses to the taking. Please, please, sir. I have a wife and a son. (gun) (Body thuds) (Men barking orders) Hell of a prize, Mr. Meeks. Hell of a prize. (Theme music playing) Silver: Captain. Captain. Captain, before we're seen... Don't call him that. Well? Well what? The crimes you've committed against your crew are undisputed. The only reason the sentence hasn't been carried out is that I've been delaying the vote in hopes that you might help me find a way to get that gold, or as much of it as possible, off that beach. Why would I do that? Because if you do, I'll personally guarantee your sentences are commuted. You'll guarantee that, will you? You underestimate your men yet again. They will hear reason, especially when it comes from a voice they can trust. The men feel they're entitled to leave this ordeal with something to show for... fuck those men. fuck them for their shortsightedness. fuck them for their ingratitude. And fuck them for siding with a cowardly, sniveling shit of a mutineer. There are over 100 soldiers on that beach, sworn upon their lives to protect that gold. In a matter of hours, they'll dispatch teams to search for threats. In a matter of days, they'll locate our wreck and our camp, and they will kill every last member of your crew. And they'll deserve it, none more so than you. Bring them back. We'll ready the nooses. Wait. The Urca's gold is secure. A full complement of soldiers, reinforced batteries... 18-pounders, all of them... and men who know how to use them. There's no way of approaching that beach from the land. Why the fuck are we listening to him? (Men shouting) Yeah, why? We should be cutting your goddamn tongue out for all the lies you've told us. Gentlemen! No one is angrier about Mr. Flint's crimes than I. Which is why you must trust me when I ask you to hear what he has to say. And even if it weren't for the soldiers, even if it weren't for the guns, there's a fucking warship watching over every inch of the bay... a fucking warship that has already killed half your number, a fucking warship that would prevent any approach to that beach via the sea. There's simply no way of stealing that gold. But there might be something else you can steal. The fucking warship. (Man chuckles) What? Too many soldiers on the beach, which means that the watch on the ship is spare. Two men approach quietly, evade a handful of sentries and eliminate the watch on the mainmast. Now at this point, while the sun is failing but before the night watch arrives, an assault could be made. That ship is your only means of escape. And that ship is your only means of taking anything of value out of this ordeal. And once it is in your possession... Enough of this. Once that ship is in your possession... Do none of you remember his crimes? Mr. De Groot! Once that ship is in your possession, you will be invincible! Now the risk falls almost entirely on the first two men out. I would volunteer in exchange for your pardon. That leaves one man to go. One volunteer... I'll do it. I'll... I'll go. (Sighs) Dufresne: Then let's put Mr. Flint's plan to a vote. All in favor? Men: Aye! Aye! Aye! (Tower bells ringing) (Gavel banging) Man: The ayes have it. __ Whoa. Lord Thomas Hamilton? Ah. Are you the liaison sent by the Admiralty? I am, my lord. They say it started with a man named Henry Avery. Sailed into the port of Nassau, bribed the colonial governor to look past his sins, encamped his crew upon the beach, and thus began the pirate issue on New Providence Island. Where and when will it all end? I suppose that's where you and I come into the story. As I'm sure you're aware, my father the earl holds great sway amongst his peers in Whitehall. He has asked for the assistance of Her Majesty's Navy in pacifying the island to which he holds title. He was assured that this request would be considered a matter of the utmost importance. Undoubtedly, my lord. Then perhaps you can tell me why they decided to send you. Beg pardon, my lord? A number of your superiors are former schoolmates of mine. I canvassed them about your reputation... the son of a carpenter, no record of any formal schooling, and yet more literate than any three boys I knew at Eton. You are a rising star with a bright future in the Admiralty. You can understand my concern. Not really. Perhaps my lack of education is showing. I intend to accomplish something here, Lieutenant. I intend to save Nassau before she's lost forever. And I cannot do that with a partner who might be more concerned about advancing his career than he is about realizing this goal. You want to save Nassau, my lord? Very much so. Then perhaps my job is to make certain you know what you're getting into. (Woman moaning loudly) (Man grunting) (Both sigh) You can go in now. I'll go get us some rum. Where the fuck were you today? Here. You wanted to be a partner to the consortium, did you not? You wanted to take Hornigold's seat at the table? Then that means you assume Hornigold's responsibilities, first among them... turning up for the fucking meetings. Is this really what you came up here for... scold me for truancy? This morning somebody killed two watchmen and stole 500 pounds' worth of cargo from the warehouse. Sorry to hear that. Don't be sorry. Do your fucking job. And what job is that exactly? Hornigold provided security for the consortium's operations. And you'd like me to fill that role for you now? If your friends aren't capable of protecting themselves, then I argue they aren't worth protecting. What the fuck are you talking about? You were the one who decided you wanted to be a part of this. To protect the bay. But to play the role of constable for the benefit of Captains Naft and Lawrence? Your problem isn't with me. Your problem... you need stronger partners. I had stronger partners, you shit. What are you doing down there, Eleanor? Corporate charters? Mandatory meetings? The woman who stole ship and crew out from underneath me has no appetite for any of that. I think that's why you're so frustrated with me... because you know all this, because you know I know this, and because you know you are so much more like me than anyone you've ever met in your entire life. Jesus Christ, enough. Stop telling me what it is you think I think. You sound fucking ridiculous. Do you know what it is I want? I want to figure out a way of selling everyone's shit here for more tomorrow than I did yesterday. I want to establish a future here that isn't measured in months. And I want you to show up for a meeting when you're fucking told. Can't leave yet. Watch me. You haven't asked me the question yet. You haven't asked me if I'm gonna let him in... Flint. Am I going to permit him to enter the bay with his Spanish treasure? Assuming, that is, he returns with it at all. Be very careful, Charles, because at a certain point I will remove you from this place, no matter what the consequences. You'd do that? For him? How is it you see such a partner in him and such a villain in me? He wants what I want. Are you quite certain about that? Let's put it to a test. Let's say I do separate Flint from his gold when he returns. And let's say you and I split it. What? Mm, see? Not so easy. Think about it... I kill Flint, give you half a fortune, and then no more Naft, no more Lawrence, no more compromises. You could do whatever you like. We could do whatever we like. How important is Flint to you now? fuck you. fuck you, too. Once the mainmast watch has been eliminated, hoist your signal. If there is no signal before the reinforcements for the night's watch depart the beach, I'll assume failure and begin our escape down the coast. What if the signal is in time? Then we'll launch our assault. There is something about which I want to be very clear... even in success you will be expelled from the crew, cast out. Are we understood? You shit. Um, beg pardon? I needed a fighter, someone I could count on to make a difference on that ship. What the fuck were you doing volunteering? I'm sorry, I'm a little confused. Why wouldn't I volunteer? If we're to try and... Hang on. You're serious about taking the ship? What the fuck did you think? I thought this was how you intended to escape. (Sighs) Sure, it would be a few days of walking or so to St. Augustine, but at least we'd have a chance. You really mean to board that ship. Jesus Christ. I'm not doing it. I don't need to return to Nassau. I am happy to find some other place to survive. St. Augustine is that way. It's at least a week on foot, Tequesta tribes in between. I doubt you'll survive to see sunrise tomorrow. How are you even gonna get out there with one arm? Hamilton: What is this exercise intended to prove, Lieutenant? Flint: You want to understand why piracy flourishes in the West Indies. I'm about to show you. (Crowd shouting) Have you seen one of these before? I'm afraid I haven't, no. Who is he? Davey someone-or-other. High seas piracy, treason, so on and so forth, same as the last, same as the next. He's being asked if he wants to confess, beg forgiveness in the eyes of God and Queen Anne. Suck my cock! (Crowd shouting) I assume that was a "no." So this is the lesson... the pirates of New Providence Island are incorrigible, dedicated to mayhem. To attempt to address this subject is doomed to defeat from the outset. It's not him I wanted you to see. (Crowd cheering) Man: No mercy! Go all the way to hell! It's them. Civilization needs its monsters. You think Whitehall wants piracy to flourish in the Bahamas? No, I don't think they want it, but I think they're aware of the cost associated with trying to fight it. And I think that that sound travels. You're an educated man, my lord, but I think it worth reminding you that in most cases a man trying to change the world fails for one simple and unavoidable reason... everyone else. Do as I say when I say, or I'll kill you myself. Well, that was easy. (Flies buzzing) (Donkey braying) (Knocks on door) Man: Hurry up! (Quietly) I will fucking kill you. Shut up. (Knocks on door) For crying out loud! 10 minutes I've been waiting. A moment's peace, my friend. Surely you can empathize. Jack Rackham. The crew killer. That's right. Jesus. What happened? Same as yesterday, though it would appear things have escalated. When I came here, I had nothing but my name and my wits. A man in a place like this surviving on those two things alone... he suffers indignities, slights, ridicule. But I overcame it. I used the wits to build the name. I became quartermaster to a crew that struck fear into the hearts of many, many men. Jesus Christ, what's become of my name? (Sniffs) They pissed on me. Tell me who did this. (Laughs) So you can murder them all? What a wonderful idea. Why didn't I think of that? Tell me, though, how many men do you think you can safely lure into the wrecks to their deaths? Unfortunately, I'm afraid eight won't cut it, as I am pariah to just about every able-bodied man on this fucking island! They pissed on me. I will send someone upstairs to tend to him. He is angry, but this will pass. Stay the fuck away from me. (Muffled cry) Wait. You almost got us killed. Almost. Almost. For a fucking bauble. It's a boatswain's whistle. Look. Doesn't it make more sense for us to prompt the lookout to come down, than for us to go up there after him? You are truly amazing, you know that? We're both better off now than we were two minutes ago, yet you're angry about it because it didn't happen your way. Might you consider for a fucking moment that your distrust of me is completely unwarranted? I warned you about Billy. Was I right? I found you over Mr. Gates's body, and did I do anything but defend you? When you were sinking to the bottom of the sea, who do you imagine it was who dragged you onto that beach? Brace yourself, but I'm the only person within a hundred miles of here who doesn't want to see you dead. (Men speaking Spanish) (Thuds) (Blows whistle) But this is the rate I can offer you for this material. If it's unsatisfactory, feel free to go elsewhere. This is absurd. There's absolutely nothing wrong with the cargo itself. What's going on here? Ma'am, these goods were presented for consignment, but your man here refuses to pay full freight for it, owing to the condition of the barrels they're in. Put up a fight, did they? Once we were on board, the crew turned, gave us no choice. There was no malice in it. Mister... Meeks, ma'am. Quartermaster of the Fancy. Mr. Meeks, do you have any idea what happens when a marginally reputable cargo ship enters a civilized port and attempts to unload 50 barrels full of cargo covered in blood? This material all must be unboxed and reboxed into clean containers before I can even think about shipping it out. Between you and I, which of us should bear the cost of that? Whatever happened on that ship, it was a costly fuck-up. But it wasn't my fuck-up, and I'm not about to pay for it. Ma'am, I must beg your understanding. My crew is new to this place. Going forward, we'll certainly keep this issue in mind. Mr. Meeks, who is the captain of the Fancy? Ned Low. Please relay to Captain Low that it is his responsibility to manage the taking of prizes to avoid situations like this in the future. If there are any savings in the repacking of these goods, I'll be sure to pass them on to you. Good afternoon. Madam Guthrie. You wished to speak with me? Sit. Do you know Captain Hallendale of the Straight Arrow? Yes. Not terribly strong or daring, but knows how to manage a prize, reliable in that way. Sorry, what has this got to do with me? The Good Fortune was captured yesterday but by a different captain who found her first, beat Hallendale to her, and then, instead of managing her surrender, he put her entire crew to the sword. I give Hallendale a lead. Hallendale spends all his time in here. And somehow that lead ends up in the hands of a fucking maniac. Madam Guthrie, isn't it just as possible this is a rather unfortunate but not at all implausible coincidence? I sold it. To Captain Low. He paid 90 pieces for it. Why would you do...? Why wouldn't I? Valuable information walks in the door, I should let it walk out? Why? Because it bothers you? Stay out of my fucking business. Consider this the only warning you're ever gonna get. You fucking ingrate. Now that's not helpful. You mewed and whimpered in that fucking tent till you had me all turned around. Got me thinking you were some helpless thing they was beatin' on. I get you out, and you pull this shit. Starting shit without telling us. Let me explain. Don't you fucking talk back to me. All right. Either she's on her back, or she's out on the streets. But if it ain't one of the two come tomorrow, I'm gonna deal with it my way. I will be very honest with you. I could torture the two of you to find out who you are, how many more of you there are and what you're hoping to accomplish here. I could find it out and you would both suffer. But today is your lucky day, at least for one of you. My commander arrives to relieve the watch in less than an hour. I need this matter resolved before then. So neither of you will be here when he arrives. One of you will tell me what I want to know, receive this gold as reward, be escorted to the beach for your escape. And the other will be quite dead. My name is John Silver. His name is James Flint. We came here to steal the gold from the treasure galleon, but he was deposed from his captaincy by a man named Dufresne, who is now waiting with the rest of our crew in longboats. You'll likely find them behind the promontory to the south. I believe there are 32 of them. You fucking...! Suéltalo. Sorry. Huh-uh. shoot this one. He'll get to the pistol. This one has more scars... more fights. You've got a better chance against this one. Not if he shoots me first. Then beat him to it. Do it, quickly. So I actually have to fight him? Well, what the fuck did you think was gonna happen? Do it! Do it! (Men shouting in Spanish) Bolt the door. Busquen algo para derrimbar la puerta, apúrense! Table. So what now? They'll have to converge through the door, roughly a dozen of them, and three pistol at our disposal. And then what? (Whistle blows) (Man shouting in Spanish) Hold your fire. Mr. Logan, weigh the anchor! We must get underway before they loose those cannons on the beach. Up the braces! Up the braces! Unfold the canvas! Come on! Return fire! Return fire! Dufresne: Cannons are loaded! Get us underway! Get us underway! Prepare to take fire! Man: Incoming! Bonny: ...the fucking island. ...that Guthrie cunt... Now get the fuck out. Rackham: All right. fuck! You have absolutely nothing to worry about. Though I would recommend avoiding her for a while. Get the fuck out. If we are all going to make something of this place, perhaps it is in everyone's best interest that you and I find a way past all of this, past your anger towards me. I'm not gonna warn you again. Your anger... it is understandable. You killed your own crew to free me. You suffered indignity in my defense. Perhaps that is enough to warrant your feelings. But perhaps there is something else underlying it, something hiding in a place not even you can see. Perhaps... we would do well to... bring it into the light. What the fuck do you think you're doing? Huh? Ma'am. May I buy that for you, miss? My bar. Thank you anyway. I confess, I knew it was your bar. Just a gesture for a pretty lady. You must be new here. I am, in fact. How could you tell? I don't fuck customers. Everybody here knows it. Now you do, too. A sound rule. Unfortunate for me, but sound nonetheless. Still, it is unthinkable to me that someone this beautiful is forced to spend her nights alone. What's your name? Ned Low. You met my quartermaster Meeks this morning. From what I understand, we were shortchanged a fair amount on a prize haul owing to the condition of its containers. I understand Mr. Meeks told you the episode on the Good Fortune was a case of self-defense. I apologize for that. When I heard he told you that, I knew instantly that a woman of your stature would see right through it. And if you're anything like me, you simply cannot abide a liar. So I thought if I came here to tell the truth, perhaps we might reach a more favorable outcome. The truth is, I'm not a particularly skilled captain. Navigation is foreign to me. I have no gift for politics. So what am I good at? This is going to sound absurd, but... I make the men feel better about themselves. See, every man here has served under a captain who uses violence to achieve an end... to terrorize, to advertise. When the men see that, they can spot the lie. They know that that captain is, in some part of his soul, sickened by his own actions. And the lie infects everyone who sees it. But with me, when the men see me slaughter the crew of the Good Fortune, when they see me cut out a man's tongue from his mouth for lying, when they see me burn a boy alive in front of his father's eyes, they know, they can see it in my eyes... there's no lie there. There's no secret remorse there. I simply don't have it in me. At any rate, I hope that clarifies things and illustrates why it is only fair to compensate my men fully for their latest haul, as it was an honest haul taken by an honest captain. I intend to be here some time. It would be a shame to make enemies of each other over such a small amount of money. Get out of my place. (Men chattering) Man: I say get rid of him. It's very lucky. I rather envy you. I remember what it was like the first time I met him. There's a feeling one gets when in the presence of the truly great men. It's something quite indescribable. I imagine you're having it as we speak. "Indescribable" is a good word. You question my husband's motives? Not on the least, ma'am, though I may question the outcome he's likely to achieve. The game he is entering into is a brutal and unforgiving one. Piracy? Politics. What's your name, Lieutenant? McGraw... James McGraw. Great men aren't made great by politics, Lieutenant McGraw. They aren't made great by prudence or propriety. They are, every last one of them, made great by one thing and one thing only... the relentless pursuit of a better world. The great men don't give up that pursuit. They don't know how. And that is what makes them invincible. 17 yea votes against 15 nays. The crew has commuted your sentences by the narrowest of margins. You will both be transported back to Nassau, at which point you will be removed from this ship permanently and without severance. There'll be no further negotiation on the matter. You were right, for what it's worth. Beg pardon? If your interests and mine were adverse to each other, there's a good chance I'd cross you to save myself. Then why didn't you? Because at the moment I don't believe our interests are adverse to each other. I don't believe you did any of this for a pardon, or a passage to Nassau, or to be able to walk away from anything. I think you intend to reclaim your captaincy. I think you intend to take control of this ship. And then I think you intend to return to that beach, armed to the teeth, and seize every last ounce of gold off of it. And I think you're going to need my help to do it. Tell me I'm wrong. 2x02: X Are you the liaison sent by the Admiralty? I am, my lord. I intend to save Nassau before she's lost forever. Hornigold provided security for the consortium's operations. You'd like me to fill that role for you now? If your friends aren't capable of protecting themselves, they aren't worth protecting. Eleanor: What's your name? Ned Low. It would be a shame to make enemies of each other over such a small amount of money. Get out of my place. Hell of a prize, Mr. Meeks. Hell of a prize. Max: Perhaps it is in everyone's best interest that you and I find a way past all of this. Flint: There's simply no way of stealing their gold. But there might be something else you can steal... their war ship. Dufresne: You will both be transported back to Nassau at which point you will be removed from this ship permanently. Silver: I think you intend to take control of this ship. And then I think you intend to return to that beach and seize every last ounce of gold off of it. And I think you're going to need my help to do it. (Theme music playing) (Gasps) (Gasping) I learned of this technique from a Spanish bishop. Six days, they claim, before the sun shrinks the leather so tight that the ribs collapse, piercing vital organs within. And on the seventh day, you'll rest. Who knew? They have a sense of humor. When my men first pulled you out of the sea and brought you back to this garrison, I knew right away you were going to be of great value to me. You were ill-disposed to acknowledge as much then, but five days later, I believe I have your attention. You see, I believe I may have an opportunity to be liberated from this place. And you are going to help me. Thomas: And God said, "Let there be light," and then there was light. And He saw that it was good, and He separated the land from the water, and He called the water the Seas. And He said, "Let the sea bring forth life abundantly." And He blessed it, and He said that it was good. (Men shouting) (Grunting) Thomas: And He formed man of the dust of the ground and breathed life into his nostrils and man became a living soul. And He beheld all He had created, and He said it was very good. But the Lord beheld the man made in his likeness and He beheld his solitude... and He said, "It is not good that he is alone." (Thunder rumbling) And the moral of the story... everybody needs a partner. You are the partner assigned to me in response to my father's request by the Admiralty, but it would appear that even you believe this endeavor is doomed to fail. Beg pardon, my lord, but I didn't say that. I merely said that it would be wise for us to manage our expectations as to what's achievable. And what is it that you think is achievable? Well, sir, the pirate issue is a thorny one, but I believe that there are ways to... Aside from the pirates. I'm sorry? I don't believe the pirates are the cause of Nassau's problem. I believe they are a symptom. The root causes are the ones that I would like to address first. Root causes? The graft of its governor. The incompetence of its managers. The neglect of its lords. The instability caused by these things is what draws the pirates to Nassau, not the other way around. So let's begin there. What is it that you believe would truly return Nassau to stable profitability? You mean aside from removing the pirates? Let's leave them out for now, yes. What would it take? Farmers, men skilled in the cultivation of sugar and tobacco. Magistrates to maintain order. Carpenters to raise buildings. Clergy to raise spirits. Foodstuffs to sustain them all for six months, perhaps a year. Three ships to transport it all, sailors to sail them. And an honest governor, the first in recent memory, to oversee it all. In short, you'd be assembling a colony, boarding it onto ships, transporting it across the Atlantic, and hoping that when it arrives, it takes to an environment that has resisted every attempt at stable commerce for the past 50 years. Oh, and then there are the pirates that we've agreed not to discuss. Are you sure three ships would be enough? My lord, I feel I have to be honest with you. I have grave doubts about whether something like this is realistic. Yes, I've gathered that. If you wish to request a liaison more sympathetic to your views, I'm sure Admiral Hennessey would be happy to oblige. The New World is a gift, Lieutenant, a sacred opportunity to right our wrongs and begin anew. And I do not want my family's plot in it to be the reason for its fall. I'm not looking for someone to hold my hand. I need someone who can help me ensure that Nassau survives. The stakes are too great for anything else. And you suspect that I'm that person despite the fact that it's clear that we both view the world very differently? Because of it. Strange pairs, Lieutenant. They can achieve the most unexpected things. You can walk away from all this if you wanted. The moment we arrive at Nassau, you're free to go anywhere you want. And yet you've offered to help me regain control of this crew. Why would you do that? You mean aside from the share of gold I'd get out of it? There are other ways of earning money, other crews. I don't want to earn money. I don't want to join another crew. If we're being honest, I don't really want to be on this crew a day longer than is absolutely necessary. Why not? Because I don't want to be a pirate. I'm not interested in the life. Not interested in the fighting, not interested in the ships. I don't care much for the sea while we're on the subject. But being a pirate on this crew for a little while longer, it offers me an opportunity I don't believe I can find anywhere else on Earth... one big prize. And with it, freedom. From water, from Randall, from hunger, from wages... from you. Just one question. In approximately two days' time, when we arrive back at Nassau, you and I will both be unceremoniously expelled from this ship. That would seem to be an impediment to your plan. In less than two days, I intend to be a captain again. I suggest you find a way of earning your way back onto this crew as well. (Chatter) (Men laughing) Captain, a word, please. Mr. Meeks, how can I help you? What happened at the tavern last night, Captain? I don't know. Did something happen? I've heard word you confronted the Guthrie woman. Threaten her? And? And I wish you hadn't done that. I'm sorry you feel that way. Are we through? No, we're not. The crew's relationship with her is worth far more than the amount she withheld from the Good Fortune prize. You're recklessly jeopardizing that relationship, their relationship. Mr. Meeks, would you like to know what the men were laughing at just now when you arrived? I was recounting to them my conversation at the tavern last night and wondering aloud if I were to fuck the lady Guthrie to within an inch of her young life while they watched, would the crew consider her debt to them repaid in full? (Men laughing) And will they feel the same when their next haul is rejected by her outright? When we return from Carolina, every man on this ship will have his hat filled with gold. What happens after that? It's an uncertain world, Mr. Meeks. Best to live in the now. He took me in when I didn't have shit. Made a place for me. Taught me things. Without him, I wouldn't have fucking made it. When someone gives you a life, it ain't truly your own. You owe some part of it back. What happened last night... Jesus. I understand. Something so different from what you know. I know how frightening it can be. I will respect your wishes and we can make last night the last time. Oh, fuck. There must be a way. A way to make me essential. They can hate me, they just need to need me. Randall, hurry the fuck up. We're waiting. And don't you dare fucking spit in my bowl, Randall. We all know you do it when you're ornery, but I'm warning you, I'll know. Curs. You're gonna do it anyway, aren't you? (Snorting) Randall, that is truly disgusting. Imbecile or no, you really ought to know better. I don't like him. Be that as it may, it hardly justifies... What did you say? I don't like him. Yes. Perhaps the better question is, who else doesn't like him? (Knocks on door) Yes? A moment, if I may? Of course. Have you read any of these? Excuse me? A shelf of books, so many lives unled... so many possibilities. I glanced, but nothing rang familiar. Nor for me. You know the irony of all this? When we first found you, I was the one who saw the promise in acquiring you and Mr. Gates was the one who opposed it. Is that so? He didn't trust lettered men. Found them harder to keep in line, more resistant to persuasion. I prevailed. What was your argument? That I was tired of being the only one he had a hard time keeping in line. (Chuckles) Mr. Flint, I'm sorry, but I have a tremendous amount of preparations... It's kills me... what happened. What I did to Mr. Gates. I keep on replaying it in my mind every waking moment, trying to see another way. I don't expect you to understand, but I need you to know that no one on this ship feels his loss more keenly than I do. I know he developed a great affection for you. Perhaps if I can support you in this moment, it will be some small penance for what I've done. How exactly do you propose to support me? By giving you good counsel. We're losing our favorable wind. Been losing it for hours. Now, sooner or later, someone will suggest tacking east around the coast, get ahead of the wind. Maneuvered properly, that would be the fastest way home, but I suggest that you resist that plan at all costs. Why? Because that route runs right through the common passage out of Kingston. And the men will press to take the first prize they sight. We're in possession of a war ship. Why would we shy away from taking a prize? Because the men aren't ready. Not with the numbers they've lost. They're far too depleted to fully man this ship in battle. You get them home safely, get them rested, reinforce their numbers, and then take this ship and do with it what you will. (Chatter) Hennessey: "A sacred opportunity to right our wrongs." My God, do you know anyone in the world who talks that way? I do now, sir. Is it possible he's fully mad? Half of Whitehall whispers it. He isn't mad. He's just... bright, determined, wealthy, all at the same time. Jesus. That's worse. (Chatter, laughter) You might like him, sir. Actually, I went to one of those salons of his, the ones that half the Royal Society attend but most deny. Most of those men are pretenders, sir, attracted to his ideas because they make them feel like radicals. But Thomas... when he talks about the need to rethink things, systemic things, I think he truly believes what he's saying. And what's more, I'm afraid I might believe a good deal of it as well. Thomas? I'm sorry, sir. He refuses to stand on ceremony, insists on the familiar. I know what you're thinking, but I assure you, sir, my judgment, as it relates to this assignment, is still intact. Ship's business. I shall return. No, no. (Men laughing) Is there a problem? No problem. None whatsoever. Apologies. Perhaps it's my jealousy showing. Liaison to the Hamilton family, that's quite an appointment. Congratulations, sir. Thank you. I must say, I thought myself quite qualified, but then I suppose perhaps for this particular assignment, you were the better man. (Men chuckle) Of course, I can understand how it would be of such importance to you. Someone of your station... son of a carpenter's mate given a chance to socialize with a lord. Hold that position for long enough and you might convince everyone you're something more than you actually are. (Men chuckle) A gentleman, most civilized. (Chuckling) I imagine there is no end to the benefits Thomas Hamilton's favor could bestow upon you. Future employment, status... hell, I understand if he likes you well enough, he may even let you fuck his wife. (Grunting) Hennessey: Enough! If you are an officer in my fleet, I suggest you leave this place. Now! (Chatter) You can't blame the men. They'd suffered under an awful stretch of captains. Weaklings, frauds, liars. Ned Low, whatever he is, he's none of those things. The men saw him as an answer. But now I fear they cannot see that by supporting him, they may be sowing the seeds of their own destruction. Mr. Meeks, your men can't possibly be that stupid. Are they unaware of the profits he cost them with the Good Fortune prize? Or the future profits he's costing them with me? Ma'am, I'm uncertain of my footing on this subject. Suffice it to say, the Good Fortune yielded up a unique item of great value. The men know where their next distribution is coming from and it isn't you. Item? What kind of item? I really cannot say. Well, Mr. Meeks, I'm not exactly sure what it is you think I can do for you, but I've got business... I hear you depose captains. Excuse me? I'm told you have that power. I'm told you've done it before. That was a special case and something I nearly paid for at the cost of my livelihood. Simply incompatible with the role I play here now. He is a mad man. And he's fixed on you as an object of his ire. I need your help. My men need your help. But you have an interest in seeing this resolved as well. (Knocks on door) Ma'am. I'm on my way. Wait for me in the bar. We'll continue this conversation. Apologies, gentlemen, for keeping you waiting. I'm most eager to hear the results of Captain Lawrence's journey. (Chickens clucking) Woman: Thanks, love. Rackham: Treating yourself, I see. I'd say you're entitled. The work you've done for my inn is commendable. And what good are the efforts if they yield no spoils? I don't know what you mean. Don't ya? Mademoiselle, what exactly is happening between you and Anne? She wanted me out of the inn, out on the streets. What would you have had me do? I couldn't say, but seducing her was certainly... (French accent) an interesting approach. Call it what you like, but yesterday she was enraged. And today she is not. That is not seduction, that is simply removing the cause of her frustration. Please. She was frustrated because you crossed Eleanor Guthrie. Do you really believe that? Has she not been behaving strangely for far longer than any of that? Were Mr. Hamund here, perhaps he could testify on the subject. I beg your pardon, but are you asking me to believe that Anne killed eight men, risked her life, utterly destroyed both our reputations, to say nothing of the damage done to her relationship with me, to remove you from that tent, and that she did it all because she secretly wants to fuck you? I see. I'll tell you what that sounds like to me. It sounds like a crass attempt to drive a wedge between my partner and I to achieve for yourself a controlling influence over our little triumvirate. Perhaps I'll share that feeling with Anne and let's just see how quickly she turns that anger in your direction. It won't work. No? Why? Because I believe that somewhere, somehow, you have known she has wanted this... needed this for a very long time. I'm giving it to her. And now that she has it, it would be exceedingly difficult for her to let it go. This upsets you. This threatens you. I am sorry. There is nothing you can do about it. Man: Hoist up the sails! No luck? De Groot: Ugly stretch. Goddamn wind just won't cooperate. If I were to suggest rather than trying to tack southwest that we head east, hug the coast to navigate around the weather, what would you say? (Chuckles) I would say either somebody gave you that idea, somebody who's a hell of a sailor, or you've been holding back on me. Flint said to avoid it. Said when it was raised that we should resist the temptation at all costs. Avoid the common passage it would take us through and the temptation to hunt a prize. You spoke to Flint? He approached me. Why would he do that? Why attempt to scuttle the idea before any of us have even arrived at it? Is it possible he still believes he can take back his command? How? There isn't a man on the crew that will even speak to him, much less support him. I don't know, but had he that notion, I imagine the idea of this crew taking a prize under your command would be a terrifying prospect. I suppose the only question is, are you prepared to lead them? Set the course. (Chatter) It's better than nothing, isn't it? An account of goings-on. Volume the first on this 13th day in June, 1715, in the year of our Lord. The weather is fair. Fresh topsail gale, north by northeast. First item... a certain member of this crew, who shall remain nameless, was seen dozing during the night watch. Another member of the same watch took the opportunity to take three pieces from his pocket... Shut the fuck up. We're eating. (Coughing) What was that? I am convincing the crew to allow me to remain with them. As we discussed. Is that what you're doing? I spent three years at the St. John's Home for Poor Orphan Boys. During that time, I knew a boy named Solomon Little. Cleft palette, spotted face, and the most unfortunate set of ears I have, to this day, ever seen. He should have been beat to within an inch of his life on a daily basis if the laws of nature applied. Yet no one ever laid a finger on him because even at that tender age, he knew... it isn't about getting them to like you, it's about reminding them how much they dislike each other. He got up every morning, made his address, and I'll be God damned if there was a boy in that home who could've lasted a day without it. You do realize that those are grown men out there, not boys. In my experience, when it comes to the thrill of ridiculing one's peers, there's little difference. No one pays him any attention, so he sees everything. And he knows his fate and mine are more closely linked than he'd care to admit. So he reports it all back to me. And there's plenty more gossip in the well. Good luck with... whatever this is. 80 barrels of molasses, 65 units of rum. I can't believe this is all we got for it. If I may, ma'am, I consider it a triumph I made it back here at all. I was met with great skepticism at every turn, from the merchant buyers to the customs house... Your papers were properly arranged. Your payoffs were in the proper amounts. It was all in good order. All but your family's name, ma'am. It is no longer in good order, and everyone in that harbor knew it. I was questioned for nigh on three hours the minute the customs man realized I was your agent. At a certain point, I had to frighten him into believing there would be reprisals against him personally if he were to arrest me. By whom? I beg your pardon? By whom did you suggest there would be reprisals against him? Did you use Mr. Frasier's name? Captain Naft's, then? I can understand how that would strike fear in the heart of any man. Charles, enough. Or did you use mine? You're welcome. (Chatter, laughter) How awkward this is. Mr. Holmes here informed me that he observed you in this place nervously entering Eleanor Guthrie's office. I told myself, "What on Earth could Mr. Meeks have to say to her?" Now forced to wonder if it stems from your concerns about my fitness. Seeking an ally, perhaps, to threaten my position as captain. I swore an oath to those men. To protect them from their captain. From themselves when called for. I see. But perhaps you're right. Perhaps you serve their interests best by betraying me in this moment. Although, perhaps this is just the act of a spineless traitor, in which case... well, in which case... I have a duty to do something about it. You need to walk away from this. Walk away? This venture is on shaky footing. How long before the street realizes this? How long before the mob is outside your door again? What happens if this time it won't go away? Since when have you been concerned with my operation? My concern is for you. (Scoffs) I believe this is going to work. I believe you have motive to see it fail. I believe you're angry with me. I believe you resent me. What I do not believe... not at all, not for an instant... is that you have any concern for me. I can't protect you from this. My men follow me because I serve their interests first. To ask them to protect a tyrant too weak to enforce her own tyranny... I will have a very hard time convincing them that that is in their interests. If you are not strong enough to protect yourself, Eleanor, then I am urging you to cease behaving as if you are. (Banging) (Men yelling) (Man screaming) (Gagging) I don't want to see you in my place again. I don't want to see you on my island again. Take your men, take your shit, and seek life elsewhere. I'd appreciate it if you'd remove that from my face, friend. Did you not hear the lady, friend? All right. (Grunting) Don't. I'm sorry we've had such a rough go of it, you and I... but I'm afraid I'm simply enjoying myself way too much to consider leaving this place. I'm sure we'll be seeing each other soon. If you're trying to impress me, it isn't working. (Sighs) Goings-on, volume the fourth. Light breeze, west-southwest. Sunset in roughly three hours. First item... a certain member of the rigging crew, who shall remain nameless, was moving his bowels over the side. He was spotted considering the stick and its unacceptable state of being, and instead, chose to wipe with the bare palm of his hand. (Men laughing, cheering) (Clapping) (Groaning) Next item... (Foot bangs) Oh... A member of the third watch, who shall remain nameless, entered the pen late last night sometime after three bells. Though no one actually saw him enter or exit, evidence of his presence was clear, as upon inspection, the dairy goat's anus was irritated from overuse. You fucked the dairy goat? (Men cheering) The dairy goat? They know who fucked the dairy goat. Man: There you go, Joshua! Man #2: Sail! Man #3: Starboard bow! (Bell ringing) Sail! Starboard bow! There! Man: Steady. Steer steady, keep your course. What is she? English colors. Inbound from Kingston. Sugar merchants, most likely. How do you presume an English merchantmen will react when being hailed by a Spanish warship? Only one way to find out. Anyone up for a little hunting? (Cheering) I'm sorry, you were saying something about your judgment on this matter remaining intact. I apologize, sir. Good sense escaped me for a moment. An insult to the man's wife that had to be answered. It reflects not upon my fitness to continue handling Lord Hamilton. I know how important this posting is. I know you know. My concern with you is over that which cannot be known. That thing which arises in you when passions are aroused... good sense escapes you. All men have it. But yours... yours is different. Darker. Wilder. I imagine it's what makes you so effective as an officer. But when exposed to extremes, I could not imagine what it is capable of. And of greater concern, I'm not sure you do either. Man: Lift! (Grunting) Raise the lateen. Pull away! (Men chanting) Heave! De Groot: Pull away, God damn it! Man: Pull away, you lubbers! Men: Heave! Come down. Aye, sir. De Groot: Harnin' the port sheets. Man: Harnin' the port sheets! (Overlapping voices) Take your pistol. Ready the grappling. Keep it dry. (Man shouting) Stand to, lads! (Groans) I don't need to explain to you the stakes of what happens if Mr. Dufresne is successful in taking this prize. Man: Keep the mainsail tight! Flint: Took me a while to get a feel for this part of it. Raise the black too soon and the prize will run. Raise it too late and you'll induce panic and a greater chance of resistance. You ought to show your colors at just the right moment to get them to strike theirs. Raise the black. (Whistles) Raise the black! Man: Raise the black! Gun crews at the ready. (Shouting) Hold your breath, lads. Man: They struck their colors. (Men cheering) See? I told you. Prepare to board. Aye. (Footsteps approaching) You're in command here, yes? I am. You were wise not to fight. Are there any men lying in wait below? Answer truthfully or the consequences will be severe. It is as you see it. Sweep the hold. Start at the bow. This is the most dangerous part. Look at him. His mind is drowning in questions. Did I make the right decision? How am I going to explain to my proprietors that I gave up their goods without a fight? What kind of man am I? You hope he has answers to those questions. You hope that he can reassure himself that he made the right decision. You hope that he doesn't realize that the thing that he thought he was surrendering to... the thing that drove fear into his heart the moment he saw the black... that that thing is nowhere to be found. Are you him? Beg your pardon? I said are you him? Are you Captain Flint? I assure you, sir, you do not want to test us. Flint: Men in these waters are hard men. They don't fear ships. They don't fear guns. They don't fear swords. Then what do they fear? (Whistles) (Shouting) (Grunting) (gun) Man: Retreat! Man #2: Back to the ship! (gun) (Men yelling) I want muskets in the rigging to suppress their front line. Mr. Dufresne, we have lost the day. (Shouting and guns continue) Man: Muskets! We must disengage. What are we waiting for? Why aren't we moving? Give the order, Mr. Dufresne. We do not have the manpower to retake that ship. We must get underway. Why the fuck are we waiting for him? Because he's in charge here. No one is in fucking charge here! Flint: You have to sink her. You cannot just escape, you have to sink that ship. For if a single one of those men lives to tell the tale, no one will ever surrender before that flag again. (Man screams) Cut us loose. Get us underway. Cut us loose! Get us underway! Man: Set sail. Man #2: Cut the line! Cut the line! Gun crews at the ready. (gun) Gun crews at the ready. (Men shouting) Two-six! Two-six! Heave! Heave! Two-six! Two-six! Heave! Heave! Two-six! Heave! Fire! Fire! Fire! (Screaming) (Cannon fire continues) I don't see a move I can make from here. If I move against him directly, his men retaliate and I don't have the muscle to withstand it. And even if I could muster up that kind of support, I couldn't get away with it. Not after such a public display of loss as today. Not so brazenly. The consortium is fragile. It would be toppled. And I'm simply not willing to allow that to happen. And I suspect it's only a matter of time before he makes a move against me. You want me to believe that you have some concern for me? Then show it. If you need something to induce your men into action, I know his crew hold an asset from their last prize that they deem of great value. What asset? I don't know. I don't know. (Door opens, closes) (Crickets chirping) (Gasping) Rackham: What I have found in my experience is the more elusive the puzzle, the more painfully obvious its ultimate solution. One just has to be willing to see it. Take our predicament, for example. You have a wealth of leads, but no means of exploiting them for anything other than a fee and risking retaliation from Ms. Guthrie in the process. I, on the other hand, have an unparalleled aptitude for the management of a crew, but am denied any and every opportunity to exploit the skill. And there it is... the solution, so obvious. You will provide all leads derived from this place directly to me. I will judge which to prosecute and which too likely to rouse Ms. Guthrie's ire. Anne and I will then take those chosen leads, we'll procure a ship, we'll recruit men, and we'll create, from nothing, a new crew from which we three will each hold a share. You asked for better captains... I give you Captain Jack Rackham. And one more thing... darling, I can understand why you wouldn't want to tell me about this, but please know that all I have ever wanted for you is to be happy. Come to bed when you're through. Was it close? The vote. It was. I suppose you warned me... didn't you? To avoid that course through the shipping lanes. Perhaps it was my hubris that drove me to it. To show you I had it in me to lead. But as I sit here, I'm forced to consider another possibility. That course we charted... perhaps none of us would have thought of it at all had you not raised it in the first place. That you orchestrated it all. The deaths, the destruction, the loss. All to achieve this very moment. Is it possible a man could do such a thing? Congratulations, Captain. (Door closes) 2x03: XI There is no life here. There is no joy here. There is no love here. What are you talking about?! What do you think I'm out there fighting for if not to make all those things possible here? The fort controls the bay, I control the fort. So I will be your partner. (Grunting) I'm afraid I'm simply enjoying myself way too much to consider leaving this place. I know his crew hold an asset from their last prize that they deem of great value. What asset? I don't know. We'll procure a ship, we'll recruit men and we'll create from nothing a new crew. You asked for better captains, I give you Captain Jack Rackham. In less than two days, I intend to be a captain again. Fire! You orchestrated it all. The deaths, the destruction. Is it possible a man could do such a thing? (Bell tolling) Thomas: Herein lies the problem we face if we are to secure Nassau's future. It is a problem that has festered for more than a generation. And it's a problem most insidious. Illiteracy? Her husband. Governor Robert Thompson, the one accepting bribes from pirate captains as fast as they can pay them in exchange for catering to their every need. Meanwhile, he's sending word back to his pamphleteer friends in London about the scourge of the pirate menace, which garners him sympathy and support, which solidifies his position, and which only fuels the underlying problem. That's true, but I don't see how we can do anything about it. We can't get an honest man appointed governor in the Bahamas? We can get him appointed. The problem seems to be keeping him honest thereafter. Well, what stands in the way of it? Well, the Atlantic Ocean. Put a man on an island, give him power over other men, and it won't be long before he realizes that the limits of that power are nowhere to be seen. And no man given that kind of influence will remain honest for very long. (Knocks on door) Yes? Came to make sure you two were still alive. No one's heard from you in hours. The lieutenant was just recounting to me his belief that the only thing that stands between us and a prosperous Nassau is an ocean, 100 years of history, and human nature. Has he been like this all day? More or less, ma'am, yes. (Chuckles) A gift. One of my favorites. And you might find it helpful in dealing with my husband going forward. Thomas: Thank you, dear. Well played. Although that edition is in Spanish. I don't think the lieutenant speaks it. Perhaps he should learn. In his profession, you never know when it might be useful. (Thumping) (Men laughing) Silver: Stop jacking off on the figurehead. Joji! Last item. (Stomping) The powers that be have chosen a spot for our anchorage. One mile north-northeast of the western tip of the Hog well beyond the view of Nassau town. Watches will continue on schedule while provisions are secured via longboat. Well, why ain't there been a vote? I beg your pardon? Well, I want to go home. Back in the bay. Ain't no one ask what I think about it. We vote that fuck of a captain back into his station and he's already skirting the fucking rules. We're sailing a Spanish warship. Captain Hornigold's fort protects the bay from Spanish warships. I imagine the captain and quartermaster thought it self-evident that someone must go ahead and explain so as to avoid a reactionary attack from the fort. We're flying the black. Doesn't it identify us? You mean behind the giant red crosses on the sails? (Men laughing) I want to vote. (Men clamoring) Hey, don't worry. We'll sort it out. Man: Land ho! (Clamoring) (Grunting) (Gasping) (Chuckles) Almost took my fucking head off. (Laughing) I've made camp at Port Royal, Tortuga, Kingston. No matter where I've been, one thing is true. There's always one. The one you don't cross. It would seem readily apparent that in this place, that would be you. Thank you for noticing. What the fuck are you doing here? I think it's no secret that since my arrival I've been repeatedly provoked and harassed by the Guthrie woman. And, as her aggression seems to be escalating, I thought it wise to speak of this in the open. Her aggression towards you? Conspiracy with my quartermaster to depose me. And a provocation by her man-at-arms. I think you and I have both seen enough of these things to know they never end well. What are you telling me for? I saw you that day in the tavern. I hear you and she have a connection. And if things were to deteriorate even further between us, I'd just like to know whether I'll have you to deal with, too. I can't imagine what we'd have to gain by taking an interest in the affairs of the Guthrie woman. Would you, Captain? Not that I can see. Low: You certain? I only ask again in that I know myself, and I know when confronting threats like these, I tend to be a bit of a blunt instrument. Try as I may to be rational, there's an instinct towards the extreme that always gets the better of me. So that we're clear, no matter how bloody this feud gets between she and I, I can rest soundly knowing you'll take no part in it? None whatsoever. However... commerce here relies upon her. Should you move against her, you may find no shortage of new enemies on the street. Perhaps. Although, from what I understand, confidence in her new venture is tepid at best. Who knows how much she'll be missed if at all? What's that? Tribute. And the respect of my crew. 10% of our most recent haul. Would have been a little heavier, only she taxed us over the state of the containers. Are they still in there? Far as I know. Door hasn't opened all morning. When she finally emerges, tell her I've left. (Moaning) (Panting) I'll make contact with Captain Hornigold, inform him of our arrival, and arrange safe passage into harbor. I'll then attempt to persuade him to assign the bulk of his crew and his ship to sail in consort with us. (Groans) With a little luck, we'll be on our way back to the Urca wreck within a matter of days. And how do you plan to answer the question? What question is that? Why is this request coming from you, Captain Flint, and not from Mr. Gates? When in doubt, the truth is a good place to start. Oh, matter of ship business. I've noticed the berths for the vanguard are less than ideal. I'd like to have them set in here. Give the men a little more space to breathe. You want the vanguard to quarter in the captain's cabin? I'm not a tyrant, Mr. Dufresne. The ship belongs to all of us. This seems a way to ensure that we all benefit from it equally. It also seems a way to ensure that the next time someone raises a pistol towards you, well, the vanguard has a rooting interest. After my departure, please ensure that mine is the only longboat that ferries anyone to and from the island. The men will resist. Then you resist them right back. They all know that we're headed back for the Urca's gold. They all know where it is. They all know that its defenses are weakened. We simply cannot allow that information leaking out onto the beach. Or let them go if you like. To whatever extent you're comfortable competing with a dozen other crews to retrieve that gold. Mr. Silver should be back aboard with provisions within a few hours. That ought to keep tempers in check. Are these the ones? Handpicked. You understand what I'm asking you to do? Go back and watch the gold. Keep watch on the Spanish soldiers who are watching the gold. You'll depart as soon as a longboat can be made ready. Return to Division Bay. Approach from the south. Stay inland and out of sight. Keep constant watch on that beach until we arrive. I should be no more than two days behind you. At which point I'll need to know everything about their routines, schedule, watch strength. Then we'll reconnoiter, plan our final assault, secure the gold. Is that clear? Go. You certain they're the men for this? They're the only ones who didn't ask for more than I offered. So they had that in their favor. Jesus. I thought we needed to get back to the ship as quickly as possible. You're bringing something to read? It isn't for me. (Cow moos) (Chickens clucking) (beat approaching) Strange. You and I have never shared more than a few words, and yet I feel like we're old friends. Do you? Of course. James talks about you all the time. Captain Flint. He's told me what you've accomplished in this place. With those men. In spite of them. It's no small feat. And I admire it. Do you know what he told me about you? What's that? Nothing. When I ask him, all I get is a shrug or a laugh or an innocent suggestion that he has a longtime companion. Her name is Barlow and nothing more. Is that possible? Is it possible that you're so unremarkable as to resist any further description than that? Certainly possible. You conspire with my father to sabotage our plans. You betray our trust. You cause almost irreparable damage as a result. And when Flint, the most feared captain in all creation, comes to confront you about it, you destroy him. Now I hear in the wind that in his absence you've begun to forge new alliances with his enemies. With the farmers of the interior. With Mr. Underhill, the man sheltering my shit of a father as we speak. It's true I've joined Pastor Lambrick's congregation and that Mr. Underhill is a member. Yet here you sit, brewing tea as if none of it ever happened. And I'm forced to wonder exactly what it is you hold over Flint that makes everything I've seen possible. You don't know what you've seen. You didn't betray him? I don't believe I did, no. And if he's being honest, neither does he. I'm sorry. I saw the look on his face the last night he left this place and I beg to differ. Every man has his torments. Demons born of past wrongs that hound and harass him. You perceive the effects of Captain Flint's demons. Echoes of their voices. But I know their names. I was there when they were born. I know the things they whisper to him at night. So you can believe me when I tell you that within his chorus of torments... none of them look or sound like me. I don't know what it is that you owe Flint or that he owes you. But after the damage you've caused, I know what you owe me and I've come here to collect. I need to speak with Underhill. As a result of your actions, my business interests are now vulnerable. Acquiring the partnership of a plantation the size of Mr. Underhill's could help bolster commerce on my side of the island. My attempts to reach him by letter have gone unanswered. And considering your new friendship, I would like for you to help arrange a meeting. I thought he was an enemy of yours. Perhaps I'm willing to see things in a different light. Will you do it? I'll try. (Door slams) This isn't enough. It's all there are funds for. Then less flour and more rum. Mr. Dufresne was right. The men will expect some time in town before we depart. I want them as contented as possible when I inform them otherwise. The Spanish soldiers guarding the Hulk are four days removed by longboat from St. Augustine. By my reckoning, we got a week, two at the most, before King Philip takes his gold back. There's no time for delay. Get those supplies as quickly as you can and meet me back here. I'll engage Captain Hornigold and make way for the ship to enter the bay. At least you won't have a hard time finding him. Isn't that Hornigold's flag? Why isn't he in his fort? What the fuck happened here? (Gasps) (Sighs) I hear this is once again a place where men come with coins in their pockets and secrets in their heads and leave with less of both. And I hear you're the one doing the collecting. You can relax. I'm not here to stop it. Your place, do as you like. But there is a secret you wish my help in obtaining? New crew on the island, captained by a man named Low. They're hiding something. A piece from their last prize. Something unique. Something of great value. Seeing as his crew makes frequent use of your girls, I'd like you to find out what it is. The other day I had a moment with Eleanor. Told her all the things I wanted to say to her for so long. That I was unbroken by her. And I saw that it shook her. And I felt happy. And the moment she turned to walk away from me, do you know what I felt? The urge to go after her and hold her again. It's amazing, isn't it, the spell she casts on us. What are you talking about? You're right. Captain Low's men are familiar faces here. Just today I heard all the captain was talking about were the awful things he'd like to visit upon Eleanor Guthrie. Given the timing of your request, I assume you've heard the same thing. Jack and Anne have no idea what they're up against with you, do they? The only question that remains is what difference does it make what his cargo is worth? Though I suppose if the value is great enough, it would give you pretense to move against him and call it business instead of calling it what it actually is. I'm going to assume we have an agreement. It's not enough. The money is generous, but I'd rather have something else from you. Such as? Your former shipmates, they wish to sail again under their own banner. But so long as they bear the black mark you put upon them, their prospects will remain dim. I'd like you to remove it. I found a way to stop caring about her. Would you like to know how? No. You understand the job I'm looking to fill? Yes, ma'am. And you understand what happened to the last man who held that job? Yes, ma'am. What happened to him? (Speaks foreign language) He said the captain put a sword in his mouth. You should know that captain is still a threat to me. You're not concerned about stepping into the way of that? No, ma'am. Eme: I know him, ma'am. I knew his sister before they put us on the ship. You asked me to bring one I would trust with my life. This is him. (Chatter stops) (Whispers) I didn't get it. I led myself to believe that I would either never see you again or that all our problems would be solved. I never made space in my mind for something in between. But I'm so very glad you're alive. You were missed. What do we do now? Now? Bloody go back and retrieve the gold. Refit, hire a consort, finish the job. Is that possible? Well, it might have been possible when I had someplace to bring it all back home to. Before the bay fell into the hands of a madman. fucking Hornigold. He told me Vane killed 30 of his men. That he was prepared to take back the fort, but that you sabotaged his efforts. I told him he must be mistaken. Eleanor Guthrie would never be so wantonly reckless with the security of this place. I understand your concern, but... Do you? Because what I find most troubling about all of this is the sense that you don't share it. He came through the interior. There was no warning. Before I or Hornigold or anyone knew what was going on, he and his men were firmly positioned up there and threaten to sink every ship in the bay the moment we made any move against him. So you did nothing? What would you have had me do? Something! Anything! Surprise him at night. Use the tunnels. He'd have sunk every ship in the bay. He'd have sunk a few ships in the bay and it would have been a price worth paying. You weren't here. And he isn't the problem you think he is. He has no interest in disrupting the flow of trade. You look me in the eye and tell me that you're certain that if I brought the Urca gold back here past those guns, he wouldn't use his position to rob me of every last ounce of it. I had to make a quick judgment. And in the moment it was clear that the sacrifice it would have taken to get him out of that fort was simply too great. A Spanish warship fell upon us before we'd found our way to the Urca. At that point, Mr. Gates' faith in our mission... his faith in me was lost. I had to use my judgment whether to let him abort our entire endeavor and see my plans, your plans, evaporate or to stop him. I stopped him. What did you do? What was necessary. Because I knew that the future of this place is everything. And that there is no sacrifice too great to secure that future. I thought you and I were in agreement about that. I'm sorry you were put to that choice. I know what he meant to you. So we are in agreement, then? He must be removed from that fort. You've been through hell. There's nothing about any of this that can't wait till tomorrow. Get some rest and we can discuss this further in the morning. I saw her today. Mrs. Barlow. She seemed concerned for your welfare. I know you and her didn't part on pleasant terms. And perhaps if you went to see her today... Lady Hamilton. I asked the carriage driver for your address. Lieutenant, it's rather cold out here. I beg your pardon. Please, come in. It's... tidy. Lady Hamilton, it's very generous of you to come visit me, but perhaps I could now escort you back to your carriage. Are you familiar with Jonathan and Margaret Grey, Lieutenant? The Duke and Duchess of Surrey? As you may or may not be aware, they hold one of the largest collections of Egyptian artifacts in all of Europe. I thought perhaps today you'd join me in viewing them as my guest. You mean yours and your husband's? Thomas is otherwise engaged. It would just be you and I. I don't think that's a very good idea. Why wouldn't it be a good idea? Would you not enjoy my company? That would seem to be beside the point. The point is... How it would look. Yes, ma'am. Exactly. Are you happy, Lieutenant? Happy? In what regard? In my experience, there is an inverse relationship between the degree of one's happiness and the concern one suffers for what the neighbors think. This isn't an abstraction, ma'am. Were your husband to hear... I love my husband. I know what's said about me behind my back. Whispers of infidelities. My husband's heard them. And I suspect, given the look on your face, you've heard them, too. Thomas and I are not bothered by them. The only question that remains is... are you? It doesn't concern you? Pardon? When you set sail, my friend had his ear and you were ballast. Then he calls my friend a mutineer and puts him in the sea. Now he's giving you his ear. How can you stand so close to him knowing what he's capable of and that sooner or later you'll be next? Five million pieces of eight. Why? How do you do it? You were right. I don't know where her loyalties lie. Told you as much. Either we act now to remove him or no one will. We don't have time for this. Every day wasted dealing with this is a day closer to losing that gold. Then I suggest we act quickly. ...and as many prizes as I can capture. And as for captain, well, you're looking at him. (Men laughing, murmuring) Anne: Who were they? Men wise enough to know that on this island three things are known to be true. Number two is Jack Rackham is a crew killer. It'll turn. I admire your optimism. Why didn't you wait for me? You were preoccupied. If you're angry about the whore and me, just fucking say so. You have an itch that needs scratching. Go with God. My trouble isn't that she knows how to play the thing between your legs better than I, but the one between your ears. Do you honestly not see it? That your judgment with her is clouded at best. That she knows it and intends to use it to drive a wedge between us, because it is painfully obvious to me. And there's nothing I can do to counter it when I'm on the wrong side of that door. Of course I can see it. Then why don't you stop it? I can't. (Loud chatter) Vane: Join me. Won't you? (Chatter quiets) Sit down. What's happening exactly? I'm repairing your reputations. Public display of reconciliation. So just sit there, smile, and let it happen. To Mr. Hamund. We hardly knew ye. Look at the two of you. Every reason to run screaming from each other. And yet you're still as thick as the moment I first found you fucking behind the galley. You'll either be the death of each other or we'll all end up working for you someday. Doubt there's any third outcome. Why? Why now? (Whispers) I know what Low's cargo is. No shit? Stand up. (Grunts) Will that do? I believe so. Congratulations, Jack. Now you know what it's like to rise from the grave. Silver: Well, it's not exactly a feast, but the food I've procured should be waiting by the jetty. Get rid of it. Dump it. Sell it. I don't care. What about the crew? Tell them the truth. It was stolen from them by Charles Vane and the horde of barbarians he now commands. They've run amok on the island and no one's been spared. Didn't you notice? I want them boiling over by the time I return. Where are you going? I see. Miranda: Where are we going? I'm quite certain this isn't the way to the Greys' residence. I quietly instructed the driver to take you home. Propriety. Lady Hamilton, do you know what would happen in my world if people just did as they please with no regard for convention? Columbus would still be sailing in circles off the coast of Spain. (Chuckles) I imagine there are two kinds of men who make their life at sea. Those whose sense of duty forces them to leave any sense of permanence or identity behind them and those for whom that is the attraction. Which do you think I am? I think you're someone who's very good at managing how you're perceived. And perhaps getting what you want without anyone ever knowing how you did it or perhaps if it ever happened at all. Perhaps... Don't tell me propriety has worked its evils on you, too, now. I was going to say... that perhaps you're more concerned with whether or not people talk about what you and I do may be doing behind closed doors... than with what we actually are doing. (Clavichord playing) (Children giggling) Miranda: All right, start again at the beginning of the measure. (Bell rings) (Man shouting) (Man whistles) State your name! What's going on? May I? I admire you for coming to see me earlier. Showed you were a man who knows his place. That quality alone puts you ahead of practically every other captain on this island. So I'd like to make you an offer. An offer? Partnership between your crew and mine. I'm not interested. But you haven't heard the deal yet. I took the fort to control the bay, but I have no desire to waste away in it. My place is at sea. But as I'm certain you've heard, I was recently deprived of my ship. Which means I need a new one. Were she to come with a strong crew, all the better. Let me stop you there. Before I came to see you this morning, I will admit I was concerned. It's painfully clear you've got feelings for the Guthrie woman. If you could bring all your men to bear to protect her, to retaliate against anyone who would move against her, that might be reason enough to let this whole matter go. But do you know what I think now? I think your men couldn't care less about Eleanor Guthrie. I think they find your feelings for her to be pathetic. I think you're powerless to do anything about this. And for all these reasons, I think my feelings about Eleanor scare you to death. And I must say, coming out here alone like this, it only serves to confirm my suspicions. Do your men even know you're here? I recommend you get up and get off my ship. Don't you want to hear the rest of my terms first? By all means. I get your ship. I get your cargo. I get your weapon. (Grunts) I get it all. And what exactly would I get in exchange for all that? A head start. Mr. Holmes. Mr. Holmes doesn't work here anymore. (Grunts) (Shouts) (Groans) (Screams) (Door opens) Found the prize they was hiding. Just where the whore said she'd be. (Men chatting) Boy: Tobacco? Tobacco, sir? Tobacco? Sir? No, thank you. Mr. Scott. I apologize. Didn't imagine your new crewmates would appreciate you and I speaking directly. No, I don't imagine they would. How have they taken to you? Any better? Hmm, small moves. Flint came to see me today. I know he and Hornigold spoke. Eleanor. And I have to believe that he went to see him after he left my office. Were you there when... Eleanor. I would ask you not to put me in this position. I swore an oath. I have an obligation to Captain Hornigold's crew. You don't have to respond. Just listen. I know Flint wants Vane out of the fort. I know Hornigold wants it, too. Ordinarily, it would be bad enough having them spinning each other up about it. But something was different today. When I saw Flint, something was different about him. You know what happened out there, don't you? What happened to Mr. Gates. I've never been under any illusions of what he's capable of, but this is just too... Eleanor. Where are you? What? For as long as I can remember, you have told me how important Captain Flint is to the future of this place, to your future. You have put money behind him. You have put your credibility behind him. And now you would resist him? Join with Captain Vane against him? This isn't about taking sides. It's about protecting the fort, protecting Nassau. Eleanor, you need to ask yourself what you want, where your loyalties are... and whom do you trust? (Woman screams) (Men clamoring) __ (Man whistles) I didn't do it for you. (Breathing heavily) (Panting) Six men. Maybe seven. That should be achievable now. And with just this week's till, we can most likely acquire a piragua. (Whooshes) It'll be a small start. We're gonna sail again. What the fuck are you waiting for? Did he see you come up? What is it? There's something I need to show you. Vane: That is the crown jewel taken from the Good Fortune prize. Her father is Lord Peter Ashe, governor of the Carolina colony. Low recorded in his log the ransom amount he intended to demand. £250,000. They sedated her. Soon as she wakes, I'll get her particulars and go ransom her myself. Lord Ashe won't be trifled with. I have no intentions of trifling with him. He's hanged men for merely suspecting them of piracy. He's fanatical about exterminating men like you. Eleanor, I wasn't asking permission. I know what I'm doing. I told the men what you asked. They're not pleased. Good. Is it? Once you go down this road, what if there's no turning back? I know how you all must feel. How desperate you must be to go home and be embraced by Nassau again. But I'm here to tell you, that place no longer exists. It has been taken from us by a madman. Held hostage by threat of force that no one on the island seems able to resist. Now I would like to say that the Urca beckons us. That we should look the other way. That the affairs of the beach should never take precedence over those of the purse. But in this case, these issues would seem to be one and the same. Even if we could make it ashore safely, even if we could refit amidst the chaos that has been sown, even if we could ignore all of this and go on to win the Urca's gold, what then? We return home only to have Vane extort from us the very prize that we have sacrificed so much to win? Nassau was unable to resist him. But we have yet to have our say. So at sunrise tomorrow, we make our terms clear with no room for bargain or compromise. Charles Vane and the animals he commands have until sunrise tomorrow to vacate that fort or so help me God... I will rain holy hell down upon him. (Men cheering) 2x04: XII Man: Land ho! Flint: I'd like to go back and retrieve the gold. Refit, hire a consort, finish the job. Is that possible? Well, it might have been possible. Before the bay fell into the hands of a madman. Either we act now to remove him or no one will. Congratulations, Jack. Now you know what it's like to rise from the grave. We're gonna sail again. Jack: Your judgment with her is clouded at best. And there's nothing I can do to counter it when I'm on the wrong side of that door. Found the prize they was hiding. Vane: Her father is Lord Peter Ashe, governor of the Carolina colony. Lord Ashe won't be trifled with. I have no intentions of trifling with him. Flint: Charles Vane and the animals he commands have until sunrise tomorrow to vacate that fort or, so help me God, I will rain holy hell down upon him. (Water dripping) (Birds calling) (Gasps) (Whimpers) Go on. "If you fail to meet these demands," if you remain when the deadline arrives, I will respond swiftly and definitively. And as I currently sit fully outside your means of retaliation, this response will continue unabated until you, your men, and that structure are rendered fully incapacitated. "Until dawn, Captain James Flint." Get him out of here. Put him behind a door somewhere. I want him whole when he delivers my answer. (Door opens, closes) Make ready the guns in the northwest. Move everything we have to the southwest bastion. He's telling the truth. The southwest bastion is too weak to support any batteries at all. We have no guns that can reach his position. Somehow Flint knew exactly where to sit to take advantage. Vane: Then find out how close I can get. Now. (Door opens, closes) Tell me right now you had nothing to do with this. Charles, look at me. Tell me this isn't part of your plan to push me into the sea. Look at me. I had no idea this was coming. I had no idea that Flint would be so fucking reckless as to threaten the fort itself. I had no idea Hornigold would be so fucking petty as to divulge secrets about its weaknesses, risk its destruction for his own personal gain. I told you what I would do if challenged like this. I know. I may not be able to hit his ship, but I can hit the rest of them. I can turn that whole goddamn bay into a graveyard. But you won't. You doubt me? No, I have faith in your ability to formulate a plan more effective than this. The initial barrage will be targeted at the southeast bastion. Once the turrets are destroyed, we'll turn our aim to the weaker of the defensive walls. Hammer them until the interior is exposed and the fort is vulnerable to an assault from the ground. At this point, there's no limit to the damage we can inflict. How long to rebuild? Rebuild? After we secure possession of what's left of the fort, how long will it take you and your men to rebuild what we've destroyed? 10 weeks before the batteries are restored. Twice that to resecure the interior. It is a risk, but a relatively short window in the grand scheme. A short window that coincides with a British warship sitting in anchor 40 miles from here and my having stolen a Spanish warship in full view of a company of Spanish soldiers. We'll just have to keep our fingers crossed for a while, then, won't we? Are you suggesting the threat we posed to Captain Vane is an empty one and we have no intent of following through? I am fully committed, as are we all, to the removal of Captain Vane from that fort. But we'd be fools to ignore the catastrophic risks that lie down this road. I have committed men and resources to aid you in retrieving the Urca gold. In exchange for which you've assured me of your assistance of expelling Captain Vane from that fort by any means necessary. Now, as I hear you waver, I feel forced to ask, if the sun rises tomorrow and Vane has not ceded to our demands, then what will you do? (Clock ticking) (Thunder rumbling) I was told it was urgent. He said he wanted to see you right away. What about? It's all right. It has nothing to do with you and I. He'll be arriving in less than two hours. I'm sorry, who? The fourth Earl of Ashbourne. Lord Proprietor to the Carolina colony, including the Bahama Islands, and peer of the realm. Lord Alfred Hamilton. My father. I'm told he expects a full report of our efforts to devise a plan for the management of Nassau. And you're concerned how he'll receive it? I'm concerned about how he'll receive one particular part of it. The part you and I have yet to discuss. I didn't think we had one of those. (Chuckles) These past few months I have come to trust you. Very much. Which is why I feel I can ask for your help. When my father arrives, I intend to propose something to him which could be very dangerous politically. What is it you want me to help you with? I want you to try to talk me out of it. (Birds chirping) (Distant chatter) (Knocking on door) (Knocking) Yes? Ma'am, you're needed. All right. (Door closes) (Crowd clamoring outside) Man: It's a Spanish warship! There's a Spanish galleon anchored in the harbor! Is today some sort of holiday that I've forgotten about? Spanish warship anchored in the bay. Word is it's Flint's crew sailing her. And it's scaring the shit out of everyone on the beach. Flint's sailing a Spanish warship? Think we should try and lure some of them inside? Wait. Does he have it? Does he have what? Did Flint get to the Urca gold? I don't know. Hold there. The fuck are you doing? The situation is as we feared. That warship is fully outside our field of fire. And given our severe disadvantage, might she provide us valuable leverage? Make sure Flint knows the moment he fires those guns, her body gets dumped over the wall. Your reply to Flint will be significantly more effective if it comes from me personally. You might want to keep quiet now, miss. You have questions about my loyalties as it relates to Miss Guthrie? Then accuse me. Challenge me. Fight me. Or shut the fuck up about it. Open the gate! What are you doing here? Putting an end to this. Miss Guthrie. Captain Vane has issued a reply to your ultimatum. It's being read aloud on the beach as we speak. I think you should see it. Give us the room. I have as much right... Now, please! "You must ask yourselves who represents" the greater threat to your interests... my men in this fort or the madman on the water." It's effective. Mm, I can see that. What I cannot see is how Charles Vane alone was clever enough to turn this all into political theater in which he is the defender of the island's welfare. Are you suggesting he had help in crafting his reply? Did he? Were I to have aided Captain Vane against your efforts, helped him move into a more favorable position last night, what would such a move say about the trust you and I are supposed to share? I believe I was clear yesterday about the danger he represents and my desire to see him removed from that fort. Though you conveniently omitted the part about how you were prepared to use a Spanish warship to annihilate the fort to achieve that end. Your refusal to acknowledge the urgency of the situation gave me no choice but... But to do what? Disregard our partnership? Ignore the resources and influence and trust I have invested in you? This isn't personal. It's too important for that. All right, then. What is it you wish to accomplish here? To see him removed from the fort. Then this is a stupid fucking way of going about it. He'll never voluntarily leave if he thinks it will show weakness to do so. You want him out, here's how you do it. You move this ship. You allow him to save face on this score. And then you and he and I sit down at a table and we sort it out. Eleanor, I don't care if he leaves voluntarily. If I give up this position, I will never regain it. And without this position, the decision is his and his alone. No, I simply cannot risk that. Not with what's at stake. You are talking about rendering this bay, rendering Nassau completely unprotected. I know! And I am perfectly aware of the danger that presents. But when it comes to Charles Vane, you and I simply do not see him in the same way. Now, if you can see a way, an effective, credible way out of this that doesn't involve disabling the fort, I would love to hear it. If you think that he will hear reason. Not with you holding a gun to his head. Then I suggest you talk to him. Because one way or another, he is leaving that fort. And right now my way is the only way that I can be certain of that. (Waves crashing) (Footsteps approaching) (Door opening) My name is Charles Vane and you are now my guest. As such, no harm will come to you as long as you do exactly as I say. You understand? The other one, he said no talking. Captain Low? You don't need to worry about him anymore. How can you be sure? I cut his head off. Good. Now, your father is Lord Peter Ashe, governor of the Carolina colony. Is that right? What is the total value of his estate? I don't know. How many rooms in his house? How many slaves? Honestly, I don't know. Haven't seen him in years. I've been at school in London. Are you close with him? What? I'm asking if there's any reason I should expect he may not be willing to pay to ensure no harm comes to you? You're asking if he loves me? He'll pay you what you ask. Can you write? Of course. Then write the following. You're a prisoner of the pirate Captain Charles Vane. Your ransom, should your father ever wish to see you alive again, is £250,000. The next contact I'll make will be to arrive in Charlestown harbor with you in my possession. If I sense a trap or my demands are unmet, I'll kill you and throw your body into the bay. Do you understand? (Door closes) She's writing the letter now. I want it on its way to Charlestown before whatever's going to happen here tomorrow happens. Right. Who are they? Friends from the beach. Scott: They have pledged their services to Captain Vane to defend the fort and to discourage any move against it. It seems his pronouncement has had the intended effect. And 40 men becomes 60 and the fight ahead only gets bloodier. Then get out there. Sit with the captains. Talk some sense into them. Tell them that it's their ships and cargo that will be subject to his extortion the moment it suits him. I'll get to the beach. Appeal directly to the crews. If we can stop anyone else from going up there, we can keep this from getting out of hand. Can I assume when you say you'll go to the beach to make this appeal, you mean me? All right, then. Why do you think they went up that hill? Beg your pardon? If we're to stop any more men from joining his side, isn't it a prerequisite that we try and understand the thinking of the men who have already joined him? Sorry, are you asking my opinion? Oh. Well, uh... I suppose one could argue that it's simple fear. Their fear of losing the fort being greater than their fear of Vane remaining in it. But then again, it's possible this has nothing to do with the fort. Nor with Vane. Perhaps it's just them expressing their opinions about you. So you think that they see me as the villain in this particular story? I think that would explain their decision, yes. And you? What do you think? You see me as the villain here? (Chuckles) I see you as the agent most likely of securing my share of the gold on that beach. As long as that remains true, I am not bothered in the least by whatever labels anyone else decides to affix to you. Why? What do you think about it? I'm sorry? It bothers you, doesn't it? What they think? With the things you've done... (Chuckles) My God. It must be awful being you. Time is short. You'd better be off. We have reasonable proposals to recruit men for the expedition. To procure supplies and to ferry them. But it will be the approach to dealing with the Nassau pirates by which the entire plan will be judged. I feel that's where we're strongest. Targeted raid on the beach under cover from two men-of-war. Public trials and hangings of roughly a dozen of the ringleaders. And the replacement of the governor with an officer of our choosing. It's precise, it's affordable, and it'll play well with the Sea Lords. I understand that's the expected proposal. The safest one. But it's not the one I would like to make. When my father arrives, I would like to propose to him that we don't hang the pirates. That we pardon them. I'm sorry, what was that? I want to pardon them. (Thunder crashes) You want to pardon them? Yes. How many? All of them. All right. The island needs commerce to survive. It needs labor. It needs men and women vested in its interest. Don't these men fit that description? Couldn't they become part of the solution? You don't need me to answer that. They're men. They're traitors to the Crown. What difference does that make? Makes some difference to the Crown. Just answer me this, would it work? To pardon a traitor is the act of a coward. And given our current war footing, precisely no one in Whitehall wants to wear that label right now. If you propose this to your father, he will almost certainly distance himself from it and most likely from you. Now, I only know what I've heard of your father, but if half of what I've heard is true, he's not a man one wants as an enemy. If you're asking me as your liaison to the Admiralty, my advice to you is that this is a maneuver only to be approached with utmost caution. But as your friend, I suggest you forget you ever thought of it. They came through the gate like locusts, Vane and his men. Brothers of mine being hacked to pieces. I swear to Christ Almighty, it wasn't the screams that haunt me most. It was their laughter. I thought they said no one survived the raid from Captain Hornigold's crew. Well, I guess one of them must have gotten away. So what do you make of this business between Captains Flint and Vane? Thank you. Lovely performance. Hello, friend. Man around the bend has something to say about this business at the fort. The fuck's going on in there? Pulled a man out of the water. Up by the north point. That's lucky. We were just about to send for one of you. Excuse me? You're a Walrus man, aren't you? Sorry, what are you talking about? He's one of yours. (Chatter) I assume Captain Flint wasn't amenable to your suggestion. He's not listening to me and this place is slipping into ruin. It's my commitment to see this fort protected from all enemies, all threats. So as you consider where to lay your support, consider which of us represents the greatest threat... my men in this fort or the madman on the water? How many criers did you pay? Four total, as you asked. Sent to the ends of the camps. But what I don't understand is why we're supporting Captain Vane's position. We're not supporting it, we're relaying it. With all due respect, I can't see the difference. I think I can live with that. So what do we do now? The only one who can stop this is Flint. I'll just have to find someone to convince him. Eleanor: He's moving in a direction that promises unimaginable chaos. He won't listen to me, but perhaps he would listen to an appeal from you. I appreciate your frustration. Were there something I could do to help, I assure you I would. You can make him see how destructive his actions would be. You can make him... If you believe... if you believe anyone can make him see anything, you must not know him very well at all. I'm sorry. I can't help you. You weren't here the last time they came. 200 Spanish soldiers walked onto the beach. They burned the huts on the beach and then the structures in town. When the whole of Nassau was a smoking wreck, they turned their eye inland. They raped, they murdered, they laid waste. And all because there was no fort to protect the bay. The men in charge had allowed it to fall into disrepair. Please, help me to dissuade him from putting us on that path again. If you're concerned for your safety, perhaps you should request sanctuary along with your father at the Underhill estate. I'd be happy to carry the message. You think this is about me? You asked me for my help yesterday with Mr. Underhill. I gave it my best efforts. You asked me today again for my help, but I'm sorry, what you ask is simply impossible. You don't give a shit about the rest of us, fine. But Flint. Don't you care enough about him to at least try to stop him from doing this? Don't I care about him? He's the one in the most immediate danger. And you would do nothing... You who have enabled him, encouraged his violence, you ask if I care about him? How dare you? Get out of my house. (Door slams) (Music playing) Yes? What? New recruits? Mm-hmm. It would appear your reconciliation with Captain Vane has borne fruit. Though, perhaps, of the low-hanging variety. (Scoffs) Thank you for your concern. Did you know? Before she opened the door? No, I didn't know. You must care for her a great deal. Not once all night did you so much as look in my direction. (Chuckles) I've seen enough to know to keep my distance from you, thank you very much. The situation was not of my making. If it was anyone's, it was yours. I'm sorry, what? The conflict within her. I had it under control. Right until the moment you walked in on her and me. For that was the moment you began the competition between you and me. What is happening here, the three of us, it is only temporary. A state of denial until she finally makes a choice. A choice between you and I? Anne and I have been by each other's sides since she was 13 years old. We have sailed together. We've killed together. We have shared things you couldn't begin to imagine. You've shared a bed with her for a week. You'd be amazed what can change in a week in my bed. (Laughs) I understand you're feeling quite indispensable of late. But rest assured, it only seems that way. I wouldn't get too comfortable were I you. And what if I can get you back on the water with a crew? Would I still only seem indispensable then, too? One of the girls has a lead? Mm, but which one? They're so mistrustful of male authority figures. It'll take some time before they report these things to you and not me. Come. Mr. Featherstone. Been a regular for months now. The navigator on the Colonial Dawn. Idelle: Finest on the island, so he says. He's all right. Go on. Put my tongue in his bum, he'd tell me anything. So I did and he did. He's looking to move. Said the men were split badly over the mess on the beach. Some backing Flint, some saying he'd gone mad. Said the crew been fraying for some time, anyway. Said in all likelihood, a lot of those men would follow him wherever he went on account of his skills. And we have a plan to sway him and his men to our camp? I'm going to fuck the living shit out of him. Max: (Speaks French) If he chooses to join Captain Rackham's crew, that decision must be heartfelt. It cannot be cast into doubt the moment the pleasure fades. And for that, you cannot just fuck him. You must seduce him. Yes, there is a difference. The breath in his ear. The arch in your back when he thinks he is making you finish. The look in your eyes when you finally breathe again that tells him you would do anything he asked in that moment. Anything at all without hesitation. The story you tell him that night about when you were a little girl, about the place you hid from your mother where the world was quiet. A story you've never told another soul. The look of confusion you show him when you wake up the next morning that tells him despite the thousand other men you've awoken beside, that he is unique. That he has seen you vulnerable. And that you cannot live without him. I completely understand. Just so we're clear, I still fuck the shit out of him, yes? Yes. Is there anything else you would like to add? Uh, no. No, I don't think so. Tell me again, who are those men camped out in your family's storehouse? What men? Perfect. Randall: We're doing wrong. He can't be on the ship right now. Captain is holding things together with both hands and Billy will, understandably, have some feelings about the events of this past week. If those feeling were expressed right now, it could spoil whatever chances we have to retrieve the Urca gold. (Coughs) Where is this? It's all right. You made it home. (Gasps) (Mutters) What was that? (Gasps) Get... Gates. Featherstone and Idelle? Max told me. Ah. Been in there going on three hours. Do you think she can do it? Swing him our way? I think I have underestimated my last whore for a while, given the week I've been having. I've put a lot of bodies in the ground for you, haven't I? Excuse me? Watched your back. Cleaned up your messes. Carried out your plans. I didn't always understand. Didn't always agree. But I did it. Some fucked-up, awful shit 'cause I knew you needed it done. I don't think the night you had last night comes even close to something to bitch about. I know you know this is significantly more complicated than the quantity of tits I have access to at any given moment. I know she's dangerous. Especially to me. I ain't in my right head about her. She knows it. And it ain't hard to imagine her intent is to play us off one against the other. But I'm asking you to do this for me. I'm asking you to watch my back on the other side of that door. 'Cause I know as long as you are, there ain't shit she can do to get between us. (Door opens) Mr. Featherstone will announce to his shipmates tomorrow that he has joined a new crew. Your crew. What? He believes a number of his men will join him upon hearing this news. At least 28 men. That's more than half his crew. In addition to these new recruits, you will be granted command of their ship as well. Congratulations, Captain. A few more men in the fort now than two hours ago, though I believe we stemmed the tide there. The captains I've spoken with are on firm agreement with our position. Several of them have committed men and resources to the final assault up the hill. Though we have yet to hear from your man Mr. Silver, word has come in from the beach. Support is in our favor, though division amongst the remaining crews is rampant. Reports of skirmishes amongst and within the camps has been arriving... Numbers, please. Pardon? We're well aware of the discord caused by Captain Vane's entreaty. I want to know what we'll be facing if we go down this road. Roughly 65 men in the fort, plus or minus 10. We bring to bear 90 men on our own plus 50 pledged by sister crews. On rough terrain and fighting an entrenched enemy, I think it's safe to assume that casualties will number threescore on our side. (Voice fading) As I've said, we ought harbor no illusions about the blood that will be spilled on that hill. (Bell rings) (Thunder rumbling) Father, how was your travel from the country? Wet. Well, I think you're most optimistic about the Admiralty's willingness to outfit these ships you assume you can procure. But as for the rest of it, seems like a reasonable proposal. Do you agree, Lieutenant? Yes. Yes, I would, sir. I see. Well, then, perhaps we can discuss the one element you so conveniently elected to ignore. What about the pirate raiders of Nassau? I want to put them to work. To work? At what? Tilling, harvesting, coopering, building, smithing, fishing. What are you talking about, Thomas? I intend to secure them pardons. A blanket amnesty for any man who will accept it. In exchange for his allegiance, his renunciation of violence and his labor. What a piece of work you are. You asked me to formulate a plan. That's what I've done. I asked you to formulate a plan that would secure the support of the navy in our efforts. Support without which there is little chance of reversing the catastrophic downward trend in revenue from the Bahama territories. Support that is almost certain to disappear entirely and for good the moment they hear they are to be associated with a plan to reward men who are in open revolt against the Crown. This is the solution most likely to lead to our desired result. It also has the virtue of being the right thing to do. Oh, for God's sake. Lieutenant, am I right to assume that a proposal such as this... Don't look at him. Talk to me. My son is impertinent, Lieutenant. My son is indulged. My son is self-righteous. But he's not stupid. Perhaps you could explain to me how you intend to distract the queen from her war to issue these pardons. I wouldn't need her to do anything. A simple act would accomplish the same thing. Of Parliament? There aren't four votes among the lords for something as absurd as this. Sutton, Dunster, Lewis, Form, Philpott. There's five. They're easy. I haven't even opened my mouth to make an argument. An argument to abet sedition in times of war? A war, sir, to ensure that a Protestant sits on the throne of Spain. Thomas, if I were a rival of this family, I would be shouting from the rooftops that any man who proposes to pardon a traitor in times such as these is himself a traitor. We are fighting a war in the service of the son of God. And it is treason to offer forgiveness to any man who would seek it? What in the hell is it you think we're doing here? This isn't your goddamn salon, Thomas. If you do not forgive men their sins, your father will not forgive your sins. I don't want to hear it! I know you don't. (Rain pattering) Lieutenant. I'll ask you once again, am I to assume by your silence that you are in agreement with this proposal? (Thunder rumbles) The lieutenant has dutifully expressed his reservations... Madam... you have done enough to damage the good name of this family. I would ask that you keep both your mouth and your legs firmly shut going forward... I support it. I found his argument persuasive. I find his intent to be good and true. And I find yours wanting, sir. I will be relaying my findings to Admiral Hennessey in short order. And now I think it's time you left, sir. Gentlemen. (Thunder crashes) (Door opens) (Door closes) Did you just ask my father to leave his own house? (Exhales) Right now he will be dispatching messages to the Sea Lords, the Southern Secretary, his friends in the Privy Council. He will stop at nothing to ensure that this plan never sees the light of day. And now you're in the line of fire. People can say what they like about you. But you're a good man. More people should say that. And someone should be willing to defend it. (Knocks on door) Pastor. It's before dawn. I don't sleep anymore. I've seen you at my service. I've kept my distance, but I've seen you there. Heard of your efforts to join our community. To make a fresh start. I've wanted to believe it to be true. After... after what happened between you and I, I wanted to believe that as vile as the act was, perhaps it was born of a misguided desire on your part to change your ways. To seek a more virtuous path. I do seek a more virtuous path. Then why am I also hearing that you've been receiving Mr. Guthrie's daughter? Making requests of Mr. Underhill on her behalf? You don't understand. I understand more than you think, ma'am. I've been to town today. I hear that one of the thieves on the beach, desirous of impressing her, assault another. Kill him. And in a display for all to see, mounted his severed head on a pike. Were this not monstrous enough, talk is it was all in service of stealing a young girl intended to be ransomed to her father. None other than the governor of the Carolina colony. An upstanding, God-fearing man hundreds of leagues from here is unsafe from their brutality. These are Miss Guthrie's associates. These are the men on whose behalf you would act by doing her bidding. Men who seek profit through the most boundless, wanton, unrepentant barbarism. And I'm to believe that your desire to repent is genuine? Lord Ashe? What? The governor in Carolina, it is Lord Peter Ashe, it is not? I believe so, but... Lord Ashe's daughter, what was her name? Mrs. Barlow, what difference does her name make? Abigail. Her name is Abigail Ashe. Thomas: Absolution. A clean slate for all those willing to accept it. A few hours ago, I informed my father that this was my intended solution for the pirate issue on New Providence Island. We've talked in this room, you and I, about reason. We've talked about justice. We've talked about virtue and the right. We've talked and talked. And now, perhaps, it is time to do that which we've only spoken about behind closed doors. I am committed to this end. But it is a long road and I will need your help to see it through. (Murmuring, whispering) How can I help? I don't believe you've been properly introduced. Lieutenant McGraw... my good friend Lord Peter Ashe. (Fiddle playing) (Voices chatting) (Chatter, music stops) (Clanking) What the fuck is this? Richard: I heard the news today. I thought it a sign it was time to come and see you. You're kidding me. Coming to gloat now? You don't see it, do you? You're so close to having everything you've wanted. Everything I told you you'll never have. It's within your reach. I came to help you get it. (Seagulls calling) I remember when I first saw it. I'd never seen a structure like it. It seemed indestructible. If you would have told me then the decision you face today, I don't know if I would have believed it possible. Richard Guthrie sat on the throne of commerce when I arrived. Made men rich, they said. Then his daughter took his place, made Nassau strong. Everyone knows this. I wonder how many know that there was one man standing behind them. Standing behind both thrones, keeping the world spinning. You're as invested in the future of this place as any. What would you do? I know Eleanor's argument. And I know why you think it is weak and I do not disagree with you. Her judgment about Captain Vane has never been right. But because she is compromised, it does not necessarily follow that she is wrong. I fear that to take that fort will be to divide this island in a most dangerous way. To force men to take sides against each other at a time when our very survival demands the very opposite. I fear that if we go down that road, by the time Spain or England arrive, they will find their job done for them. They will find Nassau has destroyed itself. The world changes. It is inevitable. Perhaps the only thing that is inevitable. If it were me facing this decision, I would make peace with that. I would teach myself to see Captain Vane as an unfortunate but unavoidable change in our landscape. And I would ensure that we all live to see the sunrise again tomorrow. Were it me. (Bell rings) (Men murmuring) What say you, Captain? Fire. 2x05: XIII When my father arrives, I would like to propose to him that we don't hang the pirates but we pardon them. Any man who proposes to pardon a traitor is himself a traitor. I find his argument persuasive and I find yours wanting, sir. You're so close to having everything you've wanted. I came to help you get it. I hear that one of the thieves assault another. It was all in service of stealing a young girl intended to be ransomed to her father. Miranda: Her name was Abigail Ashe. Lieutenant McGraw, my good friend Lord Peter Ashe. Mr. Featherstone will announce to his shipmates tomorrow that he has joined a new crew. Your crew. He can't be on the ship right now. It could spoil whatever chances we have to retrieve the Urca gold. I am fully committed to the removal of Captain Vane from that fort. You are talking about rendering Nassau completely unprotected. I know. What say you, Captain? Fire. (Moaning) (Cannon fire) (People shouting) (Bell ringing) It would appear we lost track of time. (Bell continues ringing) (Cannon fire continues) Man: Fire! Man #2: Fire! Take cover! (Screaming) (Cannon fire echoing) Please. Please, stop. Surely you must realize this is a fruitless errand. The time for conciliation is well past. I must try. (Horse whinnies) Why? I'm the only one who can stop him, Pastor. I'm the only one who knows why he's doing it. (Thunder rumbling) (Thunder crashes) Your father said he would never let your proposal come to a vote. I do believe he meant it. Tell me what chance this has of success. Be honest. Ultimately there is tremendous support for every part of the package. This entire battle is being waged over the pardon provision. Without it, I could get this passed in a matter of hours. The rest of it is meaningless without the pardons. They're the only hope for redeeming Nassau. I know, which is why we'll keep on fighting. I know your father is a formidable adversary. So am I. What is it? A moment please? I'm going to make arrangements to leave for the country. Leave? Leave when? Now. Tonight. May I ask why? This fight with your father. The more public it gets, the more visible it gets, the greater the liability I will be for you. Liability? How could you possibly... The lieutenant's ship arrived this morning. Returned from the Bahama Islands. I received word not long ago. The rumors about me and my relationship with him have gone quiet the past few months he's been away and I'm concerned that when he returns people will start whispering again. Let them whisper. It's not the rumors that concern me. It's the scrutiny that follows that. And what that scrutiny might unearth. So someone might discover you and he shared a bed. I'm concerned they might dig past that and discover something far more damaging than that. (Cannon fire continues) Silver: I can assure you, Mr. Gates' death is not one the captain took lightly. When I arrived just after the deed was done, I saw the look on his face. The pain it caused him to do what he did. But in that moment, he believed it necessary to preserve the hunt for the Urca and her gold. Flint killed him? Yes. And he's still captain? How? After a brief interlude, the men saw what I am hoping you will see. That with the gold still sitting on that beach, he represents our best, perhaps our only chance of retrieving it. Once this business with Vane and the fort is over, that is what the rest of us intend. Rest of us? That's why I'm here. You didn't want me with the men. You're worried I'll challenge Flint. Well, the thought crossed my mind. But I'm hoping that once you have a moment to process all of this, you'll remember that you are the same man who when handed a blank page pulled from Mr. Singleton's corpse, stood by the captain for the sake of the bigger picture. Then you'll realize you were right then. And the same kind of perspective is what's called for now. Enough! I'm going to see my brothers now. (Chain clanks) Until I know what you're going to say to the men, I can't let you say anything to the men. (Horse whinnies) (Bell ringing) (Thunder rumbling) He returns at last. It's good to have you back, Lieutenant. Sir. Welcome home. Three months. Feels like twice as long. Our campaign against my father and Whitehall has reached a most critical stage. If you were able to secure the support of the royal governor in Nassau, it might just be the thing that turns the tide in our favor. There is no governor in Nassau. What do you mean? I understand the dispute arose over a bribe. Money that Governor Thompson felt he was owed by a particular pirate captain. That captain recruited others. They demanded the governor leave the island at once. Thompson refused, at which point a dozen armed men broke into his home, dragged his wife and nine-year-old son out into the street and slit their throats. They let him live, so I'm told, so he would tell the tale and so that there would be no misunderstanding about who is running Nassau now. Stupid fuck. By the time I left, men were beginning to occupy the fort. Had I stayed another day, I'm not sure they would have let me leave with my ship. But what is clear is this, right now, there's no law in Nassau. I'm trying to imagine standing up before the lords and suggesting pardons for these people. I'm having a difficult time of it. The men responsible for this crime deserve to be punished. But we cannot, we must not allow their actions to condemn the rest. As a matter of political reality, our plan is dead. Not necessarily. Beg your pardon? The navy hasn't made its case yet. Peter: The navy isn't going to make a case. The navy will do whatever Parliament tells it to do. We're in a time of war. If the Sea Lords were to recommend a change of strategy, who would ignore them? The war has got nothing to do with it. Doesn't it? Isn't a lawless Nassau a weakness that Spain could exploit? How would you do it? (Scoffs) By offering our plan directly to the Sea Lords. Making our case to them. They'd hear you? Yes, I think they would. Miranda: Ahem, Lieutenant. May I speak with you in private, please? Now. It's clear to me now that what lies ahead is the road to ruin. And I'm asking you to stop this right now before we've all gone too far to turn back. Man: What do you see, lad? Leeward tower just lost another 10 foot of her wall. The dust is still clearing. (People murmuring) You don't like it? No. No, no, no. It's quite good. But here's the thing... the crew's banner is a sacred thing. It must simultaneously strike fear in the hearts of hardened men while inspiring and unifying all those who sail under it. It must be something approaching perfection. Any idea what direction that might be? Darling, I think we'll both know it when we see it. Don't you? Charlotte. Oh. Never sailed with a captain this particular before. We all have the same swords out there. We all have the same guns. But great art... (Cannon echoes) has felled empires and therein lies all the difference. I don't understand what that means. No, but I do. So not to worry. While the rest of this island sits about gawking at the chaos of the day contemplating the end of the world, we would do well to use this time to prepare. I'd like to be first men back in the water when the smoke clears with every detail accounted for. Well, while we're on it, we still got details to sort of a much bigger size than all that. Stores ain't procured, articles ain't signed. I've seen the draft articles. I'm fine with them as is. But the men ain't. They got some changes you and I ought to discuss. Ooh, changes. Yes. You two making any progress? Jack: Slowly but surely. I'm sorry, you were saying something about the articles. It can wait. That ain't letting up anytime soon. Excuse me. (explosion) fucking nightmare it must be up there. You think he's still in it? Who, Charles? He could get out of that fort without being seen. He's stubborn but he ain't stupid. No, I'd say he's terribly stupid when it comes to being stubborn. Given a choice between capitulation and survival, I don't image that to be much of a choice for him at all. He's in that fort, I assure you. You think he'll make it? (Sighs) I think Charles Vane is something you and I survived. What happens to him now is no longer of any concern to me. This morning, you and Max. You know what? I ain't got no right. We'll get through it. Always do, don't we? (Whinnies) Steady. Stand. Ma'am. Ma'am, are you hurt? (Muttering) Help me. (Woman crying) Walk on. Walk on. Flint: It's all right. I see a way through this. A way towards the end which we have all been seeking. Thomas, he sees only the principle. The right. It's inspiring. It can be intoxicating. It's why I love him. But you, you see the world as it is. You see its truths and how to navigate them. How to bend them to your will. It's why I love you. Men like Thomas need men like you. To protect them from the world. And that is what I am asking you to do. The danger is simply too great. Anything that has ever been worth doing has been worth doing in the face of a little danger. I have been the subject of enough ridicule and innuendo to know the difference between a little danger and mortal danger, and I'm telling you that what you and Thomas and I face right now is the latter. What's been going on in this house isn't just some affair. No. No, it isn't. But since when did you care what people think? This isn't a question of scandal. It isn't a state of mind. They hang men for this. Don't be naive. When they have political motive, they use it as a pretense to hang men. Don't treat me like I'm someone else. I know what London is, too. Alfred Hamilton does not want those pardons issued. He has committed himself to doing everything in his power to prevent it. And when he finds out what's been going on in this house, he will use it to ruin us. Even if he were to find out, he wouldn't use it against us. Now who's being naive? It would be just as embarrassing for the earl as it would be for any of us. Do you really think he wants that? You are underestimating him. He will find a way to exploit it. Why take the risk? For the sake of the pirates of Nassau? Miranda, I saw it. I was there. Thomas was right about its promise. And once the pirate issue has abated, it'll need help to rebuild. Help from people like us. You're suggesting we go there. A restored New Providence Island will need a governor. Who better qualified to oversee the building of the New World than Thomas? With these pardons, we can accomplish that and leave London behind. (Thunder rumbling) (Rain pattering) I've known Admiral Hennessey since I was a boy. He's the closest thing I have to a father. Let me raise the plan with him. Seek his counsel. There's no risk in that. This is too important not to try. (Cannon fire continues) Fire! Man: Reload the cannons. Reload! Reload! Quickly, boys, quickly. Let's go. Let's go. Two-six, heave! Men: Heave! Fire! (Men shouting) (Men cheering) Two-six! Heave! Cease fire! Cease fire! Cease fire! Cease fire! Prepare to move ashore. Ready the longboats. (Men shouting) (Wood creaking) (Water dripping) (Man coughing) The courtyard wall's destroyed. A breach in the northwestern corridor. Seaward-facing batteries are gone as are most of the westward guns. How many did we lose? Seven. Another nine injured. How long do you expect? Before the men are massing themselves on the beach to begin their assault? Two hours. Maybe less. Larson. Take her back to the cell. Make sure she remains safe while I'm gone. No one is to touch her. Understood? Aye. While you're gone? Where are you going? No matter how many of his men we kill, he can find more. Eventually they breach and we die. So you're leaving? It's too great of a force to defeat if we attempt to fight the body of it. Only way to beat it is to cut off its head. (Chatter) Richard: I had the misfortune of being in his presence when Mr. Underhill received word of your proposal to form a partnership to sell his goods on your ships. He said no. But it was the manner in which he said no that is most promising. I don't understand what it is he hopes to achieve by... His anger, I believe, was due to the fact that he wanted to say yes. Ma'am. What is it? Ma'am, an errant shot from the warship hit a set a stores outside the southwest gates. Set it ablaze. How close to the Intrepid's storehouse there? A few hundred yards, ma'am. The problem is it's been freshly stocked with... With powder, I know. Inform Mr. Lawrence he needs to move his powder stock to my warehouse here immediately. And ask Virgil to take five men to help put out that fire. Any sign of capitulation? Ma'am? Captain Vane, has he made any signal to surrender? No, ma'am. You're dismissed. What the fuck does that mean? He wants to say yes. You desire legitimacy in the eyes of London. But you cannot have it until you find a way to ship something other than stolen goods. The landowners want greater profits. But they cannot have them until they find a way to ship their products out of the port of Nassau free from the danger of the pirates. There is a partnership to be had here. I can broker it. And there is only one thing standing in the way. If you were to appear to divest yourself of your association with the crews on account... You are unbelievable. All I'd have to do is give up the fence and you can make all my dreams come true. You're a smart girl, Eleanor. And though I know you're standing there, parsing this, trying to identify how my interests diverge from yours here, I suspect you're not finding it. And it's because it isn't there to be found. You want me to prove to Underhill that I can be his partner? That I can be trustworthy? Then you have to prove the same to me. I have spent a lifetime exposed to your self-serving lies. They're the manure from which I sprouted. And if I can identify the specific motive or not, I still come to expect that stench anytime you darken my door. (Chatter) Find Mr. Silver for me, if you please. Captain. You've explained to your men their responsibilities here? Aye, they know your plans to recover the gold must be kept secret and silent. If it were to be discovered by another crew, they could become competition for its retrieval. You know how to keep a secret between three men? Shoot two of them. What kind of fool tries to keep a secret amongst 100? The faster we retake the fort, the faster you'll be back on the water en route to the Urca with my men in your service. Even if the information were to be divulged that the gold is still to be won, even if another crew could discern its specific location, even if they could refit rapidly enough to get out there ahead of you, they'd still be facing a warship standing between them and their prize. Adhere to our plan, you will have your gold and I'll have my fort. What are you doing here? I need to speak with you alone. You need to leave here right now. I will see you when I am able. I have come upon some information which changes things for you. You must not move against that fort. Miranda, you don't understand what's going on. I understand why you need that fort. I understand why you need that gold. I understand why you need this island. I understand it all because I was there the day our lives ended and all of this began. But I have been devoted to you since that day. I have been loyal and protective and fucking committed to you since that day, and I am asking you to come with me so that I can save your life. Flint: There's an opportunity here today. An opportunity that may not present itself again. If we act right now, we can prevent a catastrophic loss to the Empire. We can make England stronger tomorrow than she is today. We can save Nassau and all it takes is for us to do a very reasonable thing. Military pardons? I know how it will be perceived, sir. I know how it looks for me to even raise the subject with you here. But this is too important to be deterred by dangers imagined. And if I have learned anything from you, it is that it is moments like these that are the precise measure of a man's courage. Good God. You perceive the danger about this to be imagined. I told you when this began to be careful of those people. To be aware of just how sharp and unexpected the knife would be if you discounted that danger. I'd thought you'd heard me, son. I heard you, sir. But I've come to see that you and I were wrong about him. Lord Hamilton isn't someone we should be wary of, he is exactly the kind of man we should be listening to. On the day I was made an officer, you pulled me aside. You told me how proud you were of me. You told me that a measure of a man is in the moment when he is confronted by himself. By opposing voices in his head, both arguing that they are right, but one has to be wrong. To know the difference in that moment, that is what makes an officer. What makes a man. Well, I see the difference here, sir. I know it. (Bell tolling) He arrived just before you did. And he told me what you did. After he invited you into his home, trusted you to assist his son and daughter, and you flagrantly violated that trust. Sir, I don't know what he told you, but... Yes, you do. Hennessey: I would like to defend you. I would like to remind myself that every man has his flaws, his weaknesses that torment him. I would like to help you recover from yours. But not this. It is too profane. It is too loathsome to be dismissed. This is your end. Sir, please let me explain. Be grateful it didn't happen on the gallows. Alfred: You thought I wouldn't hear what you'd done? In my own house? That not even the faintest whisper of it would reach me? Now, this ends quietly, permanently, and in the manner of my choosing. You are summarily discharged from service. No charges will be drawn against you provided you leave London quietly and are neither seen nor heard from again. If either the earl or I feel that this bargain has been breached, the charges brought against you will be swift and unyielding. (Clock chiming) Where's Thomas? They came. The earl's men. It happened quickly before I could do anything to stop it. They took him. Took him? Took him where? Bethlem Royal Hospital. He is to be committed there, owing to his uncontrollable grief over having learned of my affair with you. Our affair? That is what the story will be. I have been given until nightfall to vacate this house. And then you and I are to disappear. Ashe: I have friends in Amsterdam, Paris, Brussels. I can get you set up comfortably. Perhaps at some point, I can figure out a way to get you back here. I'm not leaving. Miranda: James. We're gonna get him out of there. We can't. You watch me. You think you're angry about this? I'm beyond that. I am enraged! He is my husband. Before they took him away, he made me promise him... that no matter what happened next, that you and I... would take care of each other. The danger here is real. Thomas is gone. And now you and I must leave this place. Ashe: We need to get you moving. When we get to the harbor, I'll arrange passage for you. Anything you need that you don't have, I'll see sent to you. In the meantime, my friends will ensure that you're taken care of. We won't be with your friends. We're not going to Paris. Or Brussels or Amsterdam. Ashe: Then where are you going? Man: Open the crate. (Chatter) Man #2: Pass 'em down. Pass 'em down. Idelle said you were looking for me? To your knowledge, have any of Flint's crew made their way up to the brothel since coming ashore? Not that I'm aware of. Back from a lengthy journey and not one of them has felt the need to have a go? Preparing for battle. Perhaps they have set pleasure aside for the moment. Mmm, or maybe they was told to stay the fuck away from here. To prevent them from divulging a secret. (Laughing) Rackham: Charlotte. Don't. What? You're crowding me. I understand this is very important to you, but I can't work like this. You have regular custom with the men of Captain Flint's crew, yes? It's all right. Just one. He won't let the others near me. Has he paid you a visit yet since his recent arrival? No, but he will. Can't stay away for long, that one. If or when he finally decides to visit you, I'd like to know what he has to say about the Urca gold. You haven't heard? Everyone's saying it wasn't there. They ran into a man of war instead, managed to nick that ship. Yes, I know. Just indulge me, will you? Mr. Rackham. Mm. A word. With me? (Knocks) Thank you, love. "Thank you, love?" What's this? We need to talk about these articles. And I thought it best if we could have the conversation just you and I. All right. What's the matter with the articles? A few things. Max... Let me stop you there. Yes, it's unorthodox to entitle a woman to a share of the profits, but this is clearly a special case. That particular woman is a font of prostitutional intelligence. And believe me, if I could see a way to replace her, I would. But at the moment, she is worth far, far more to this crew than the share it costs to have her. I understand, but you must understand that's not an easy thing to sell men on a new ship used to a certain way of doing things. Are you saying you can't sell it? No, I might be able to with a great deal of cajoling. The problem is Max's share ain't the only item the men took issue with. (Geese honking) (Men shouting) (Dog barking) (Flies buzzing) fuck's your problem? The crew have elected to set sail. Yeah? Small prize nearby. Probably not much by way of profit, but an easy prize to consummate our new arrangement. That's good news, then, yeah? So again, fuck's your problem? There was a complication in the finalizing of the articles. Opposition from the men on two particular issues. Shit. I knew this was gonna happen. It's the whore's share, ain't it? It is. Resistance to the idea of formalizing her interest in writing. It's the second of the two issues I find more troubling. What's that? You. It would appear that while the crew seems able to forgive or at least forget my part in the Mr. Hamund situation, they are aware that you were the prime mover behind it and they are less willing to forgive it or forget it in your case. They don't want me nor the whore? It was put to me that they will accept one or the other, but not both. fucking hell. How are we gonna get her to keep turning out those leads when she finds out she ain't getting her own share? What? It's only temporary. Till I gain their trust. Sooner than later, I'll be able to make the case to them directly. And you'll be back sailing with us like this never happened. You chose her. They gave me a choice, but it was no choice. Had I gone the other way, they'd be stewing about how I value my relationship with you over securing their leads. It would have cost me their trust and then the captaincy. Most assuredly soon there after. This is what is best for both of us in the final analysis. We will sail at the head of this crew, it just requires this sacrifice in the short term to ensure it. Anne? Anne? Silver: Perhaps it would help if we went back to the beginning? You said you were captured by the navy. You said you escaped their custody, made your way back here, but you didn't mention the means by which you managed that escape. Why are you here? I beg your pardon? Why are you the one here defending him? Oh, yes. I suppose it must come as some surprise given the state of things when last we saw each other. But it's become clear to me that a crew requires two men to function. One to tell them what to do and another to tell them why they should want to do it. In Mr. Gates' absence, the latter role was unfilled. And I thought I could fill it. How the fuck did you manage that? I tried to tell you once, I'm a hard man not to like. And at the end of the day, and all else being equal, liked is just as good as feared. We like him. You thought Flint killed both me and Gates and then you queued up to be the next to fill the post. I don't know if you're either very dangerous or very stupid. Silver: Possibly a bit of both. But I am certain I will avoid the mistake you both made. I don't believe in him. To me, he is a means of securing a very valuable prize. No more, no less. Which is why I need to know... when asked by the men, what will you tell them happened on the bow of the Walrus that night? How did you end up in the water? You keep focusing on how I went in. Perhaps you should be more worried about the thing that took me out. I can see how the men could've been taken in by you... with what they've been through. But know this... had I been here, I doubt it would have been this easy for you. (Sighs) Sooner or later, you need to release me. You have no choice. And the longer you delay, the more likely I might choose to take it personally. I would say I have some choice. Not while he's here you don't. We like him, too. Richard: You must understand, though you perceive my actions in recent weeks to have been taken with little regard for your welfare, the truth is exactly the opposite. All of my attempts to regain control of this place have been with an eye towards protecting you. You really have no idea what this is about, do you? Eleanor. You left me. After mother was killed in the Rosario raid, you left me here. What kind of a reprehensible shit does something like that to a little girl and then asks her to trust him again? Your mother's loss was almost unbearable to me. I must confess that in that moment, the only way I could think to carry on was to immerse myself in business. And to remove myself from this place. From her memory. And for that, I am sorry. Bullshit. It wasn't about Mother. It wasn't about an oversight. You left me here because I wasn't your son. Yes. I was focused on the work and I saw no future in which a daughter would have a meaningful part in that. But, Eleanor, look how wrong I was. Look at what you've accomplished here. Pirate crews... repurposed as merchant shippers and showing profits. You have proved the conceit possible. You are making real what was for decades a fantasy. The idea that this place can be transformed, made profitable, redeemed from within and on its own terms? You are doing this without any help from me, nor from Whitehall, nor from anyone in London at all. It is entirely of your own making. And it is miraculous. One day, years from now, someone in London will sit down, light his pipe and tell his children of the unlikely success story that was Nassau. And he will say it all began with a woman who decided to make it so. You have proven me so very wrong. And I could not be prouder of you for it. (Knocks on door) Man: Miss Guthrie? Miss Guthrie? (Chatter, laughter) I have Flint here. It would be best if we could be alone. You can use the parlor upstairs. Everyone out. Now! (Murmuring) While you were gone, Captain Vane and his men slaughtered another pirate crew in the bay. There are whispers it was to avenge an offense against Eleanor Guthrie. There are also whispers that it was to steal a hostage being held by that crew. A girl who is now held in that fort. A girl who would be in harm's way if you were to launch your attack. You pulled me away from my men out of concern for a girl? The girl's name is Abigail Ashe. Peter's daughter? You need to obtain her from Captain Vane. Alive and unharmed. And you need to return her to Carolina, to her father. I understand you have feelings over the girl's welfare, however... And when you return her, you're going to explain to Peter what it is you are trying to accomplish here. A Nassau that can self-govern, pardons for your men, and a stake in their own future. What you want. What Thomas wanted. What we all wanted. And he is going to help you achieve it. He's gonna help me? Yes. And how exactly is he gonna do that? Thomas knew no one more skilled or effective at maneuvering an agenda through Parliament than Peter. If he wanted to convince them to support your vision for this place, he could do that. You know he could do that. We tried it before, it didn't work. It was a different time. There's no Alfred Hamilton now. There's no war with Spain now. Peter was faced with both those things and almost succeeded. Without them, it is well within his reach. Miranda, Peter Ashe isn't the man that you remember. Six months ago, he hanged four men in his harbor for possession of pirated goods. This is not a man that we can negotiate with... that I can negotiate with. Of course you can. Because you will have just presented him with his only daughter. Safe and unharmed and without conditions. And you will have reminded him that you are still the man who sat in Thomas' salon and spoke of virtue and reason and forgiveness. That found inspiration in him. And you will remind Peter that somewhere in his heart, so is he. This is too important to put all our fates in the hands of one man. Especially a man so committed to seeing me and everyone else I know hanged in his harbor. There is no other way to achieve what you want to achieve... Yes there is! It is sitting on a beach filled with Spanish soldiers, and I'm through delaying. There is no other way once you're willing to tell the truth about your intentions here. I think that I've made my intentions very clear. No. You've been anything but clear. You say you fight for the sake of Nassau, for the sake of your men, for the sake of Thomas and his memory. But the truth of the matter is, it isn't for any of those things. What the fuck do you think I am fighting for? I think you are fighting for the sake of fighting. Because it's the only state in which you can function. The only way to keep that voice in your head from driving you mad. What are you talking about? What voice? The one telling you to be ashamed of yourself... for having loved him. You were told that it was shameful. And part of you believed it. Thomas was my husband. I loved him and he loved me. But what he shared with you... it was entirely something else. It's time you allowed yourself to accept that. The only thing I am ashamed of... is that I didn't do something to save him when we had the chance. That instead I listened to you. (No audible dialogue) (Wood creaking) (Yells) (Grunts) 2x06: XIV Hornigold: I have committed men and resources to aid you in retrieving the Urca gold in exchange for which you assured me expelling Captain Vane from that fort. Rackham: Back from a lengthy journey, and not one of them has felt the need to have a go. Maybe they was told to stay away from it. To prevent them from divulging a secret. Max's share ain't the only item the men took issue with. You chose her. They gave me a choice, but it was no choice. Anne? Anne! Silver: Until I know what you're going to say to the men, I can't let you say anything to the men. Miranda: The girl's name is Abigail Ashe. You need to obtain her from Captain Vane. And when you return her to her father, you're going to explain what it is you're trying to accomplish here... a Nassau that can self-govern. It's too great of a force to defeat. We attempt to fight the body of it. The only way to beat it is to cut off its head. (Fly buzzing) (Dog barking) (Distant shouting) (Running footsteps) (Scuffling) (Men groaning) (gun) (Grunts) Had I two rounds left, I would shoot both of you and be done with all of this. Can't avoid it any longer. It's time you made a choice. Enough. You two will resolve this. This isn't going to end the way you want it to. This ends in this room right now. Vane: He can't let it, and neither can I. Sit down. Why the fuck should I sit? There is a girl in your possession. Her name is Abigail. Give her to me and I will stand down my men. You can have the fort. You'd give all this up for a little money? She's worth more to me than money. She's the future of this place. Send word for your father. He should hear this as well. (Wood creaking) We're through the Twin Pass and well into the zone on schedule. Captain? Listen. Do you hear it? No women. Yes, well... in any event, according to the whore, the True North should be here. According to the whore, the ship is insured up, down, and sideways, so they should surrender the moment they see the black, netting the men a quick and painless score, and you an auspicious debut. Now it's just a matter of whether or not the whore's information proves accurate. And if there's anything you need assistance with today, please don't hesitate to ask me. Such as? Well, I've heard things. Heard the role you played on the Ranger was almost entirely a political one. Heard Captain Vane was the sailor among you. It's nothing to be ashamed of. You certainly would not be the first man to learn how to captain a ship after being named captain of a ship. I see. Look, Jack. I vouched for you. We are both invested in this... experiment working out. Man: Sails! Sails! West, northwest! Rackham: It's the True North! Right where she's supposed to be. All right, gents! Let's go get her! Come to starboard. Make a heading west, nor-west to intercept her. Chop it off on the braces and strike the mainsail and foresail. (Murmuring) Today! (Men shouting) Featherstone: Bit of a surprise to them, that one, wasn't it? Not to blame them, seeing as that you just opened a pursuit where speed will be of the essence by releasing the sails and steering us in the wrong direction. Though I suppose there's a chance you struck the sails to make us nimbler. Tack hard to starboard to alter our angle of approach. Come up right behind her and steal her wind. (Men shouting) Man: Sails! Heard you the first time! Second set! West, south-west! (Men shouting) Two prizes. Not likely. (Men shouting) It's pursuing ours. Another hunter. We have competition it would seem. (Chatter) (Birds chirping) (Men shouting) (Dog barking) (Sighs) (Men shouting) fuck this. Where are you going? (Sighs) I'll be back in an hour. Anyone asks, I'm taking a shit. Who shits for an hour? I do. Captain says anyone walks away from this beach with this fight looming don't need to ever come back. Shut the fuck up. And what's worse, you're going to go to the one place on the island he said we're not allowed to go. He said the whores there work too hard taking secrets from men's heads. Mate, I'm so close, I can smell her. So either I'm going up there and fucking Charlotte, or I'm fucking you down here imagining I'm fucking Charlotte up there. Tell her I said hello. Right. fuck. Men cannot be kept in this state. Sooner or later, they must fight or they must know there will be no fight. And now he's nowhere to be found. Much can be said about Captain, but shying away from a fight isn't one of them. Whatever he's doing up there in that tavern, I'm certain it's towards the end of prevailing in this fight. At a certain point I'll cease to care what his ends are and lead these men up that hill myself. I don't think that's going to be an option anytime soon. What are you talking about? (Chatter) (Footsteps approach) (Clears throat) It will likely start with three ships, maybe four. A tactical assault to retake the bay. Once England decides she wants this place back, the resources that she will commit towards that end are inexhaustible. Sooner or later, we'll be driven inland, forced to fight as rebels from the interior hoping to inflict enough damage and expense to compel the new governor to negotiate with what's left of us. For years I prepared for that fight. Now it would appear that there is another way, a way in which we can control our futures without that fight. And as fate would have it, you are holding the key to make that possible. The girl. Her father is a very powerful, very influential man. If I return her to him unharmed, I believe that I can win him as an ally, an advocate in London to argue for a reconciliation with England where we keep our assets, maintain control, and name a governor of our own choosing. I believe that there is an opportunity at hand, an opportunity where we control our own futures. We just all need to agree to take it. Peter Ashe. Returning his daughter might gain his ear, but there is no man in the Americas with a more strident contempt for piracy than he. No amount of appreciation is going to make him forget that. A long time ago, he and I were friends. Good friends. We fought alongside each other towards this very end... a stable and prosperous Nassau. We're talking about a man who took a struggling Carolina colony and turned it into a commercial success. And from what I'm told by friends in London, is unparalleled in his ability to maneuver the avenues of power in Parliament. If that man could be persuaded, as you say, if that man chose to be our advocate, that would certainly argue well for our prospects. What do I get? If this, if that. Yet it all relies on an asset you do not possess. What do you get? You get what we all get... a future. Show it to me. Hand me my future here in this room. What? It isn't just your words, is it? The promise of a thing hard to define and impossible to deliver... that is what you're suggesting I get in exchange for surrendering an asset worth what that girl is worth? If you're looking for something more immediate, then how about your own survival? If we cannot agree to do this together, then I walk out of here and I lead my men in cutting down what remains of yours. This girl is so valuable to you, and you would risk her death just to punish me? You want her? You have two choices. Try and take her and hope she survives the fight or pay me what she's worth. And what exactly do you estimate that to be? One Spanish Man of war. (Scoffs) He can't do that even if he wanted to. That ship belongs to his men. Says the woman who managed to separate me from my last ship with just a few choice words. You want to see that girl alive, I suggest you not try and stop me. Among the men she is surrounded by right now, I am quite certainly the most reasonable one. I believe my terms are clear. You know where to find me to deliver your response. (Distant chatter) Stop. You can't walk away from this. Were it anyone else in the world, you would see right through this. But that man starts talking and you'll believe anything. You have a choice to make. It's long past due. Until then, there's nothing for you and I to say. What are you doing? Parsing leads from the girls. Why? Should I be doing something else? You're telling me you haven't heard what happened? The crew of the Eagle was recruiting by the beach. Anne Bonny showed up looking to join. Quartermaster tells her if Jack Rackham's got no appetite for her on his crew, they for fucking certain don't either. What did she do? She grabbed a marling spike and plunged it in his jaw. Took out three teeth. Which brings me to my original question. What the hell are you doing here? Why aren't there men at your door? You are afraid she will come here and attempt to harm me. Everyone's heard what happened. Jack had a choice, pay you or keep her. He chose you. She's gone fucking mad over it. Idelle, how would you feel if the one man you thought would never betray you did? If he purchased for himself a future through that betrayal? If you were told by a world full of men that that betrayal confirmed for them that they were right to see you as a monster to be shunned? She's not mad. She is adrift. Alone in the most terrifying way. What she will do next, I do not know. But I refuse to proclaim myself to be yet another one of her enemies by acting like I have something to fear from her. If she returns, if the girls see her, tell them to allow her a wide berth and tell me at once. (Knock on door) Logan's come up from the beach. Mr. Rackham was right. Flint forbade any of the Walrus men from coming here. If the secret they are hiding is that important, perhaps this is something we should let alone. He has already brought you into his confidence. Just show him you are calm. Let him talk and everything will be fine. Hmm? (Distant chatter) I assume you're the one who fetched Eleanor? Why didn't you just leave me there? I couldn't. Thank you. Richard: What happens in London? Assume your appeal to Lord Ashe is persuasive. Assume you bring him here, show him that everything necessary to make Nassau a viable, permanent colony is already in place and functioning. Then he has to make the case to Parliament, yes? Yes. But while he's trying to persuade them that there are reasonable men among the pirates of Nassau, men ready to govern themselves responsibly and peacefully, no one will be listening, because in the next room the ambassador to the court of King Philip of Spain will be shaking his fists with rage, screaming about how these same reasonable men just stole five million Spanish dollars from the king's treasury. He'll be demanding Whitehall denounce the act or risk losing the hard-won peace between both nations. If Lord Ashe is to have any prayer of succeeding in what you are asking of him, not only can you not retrieve the Urca gold, no one else here can retrieve it either. They saw it with their own eyes. In their minds, half of it is spent already. To persuade them to let it go at this point is an impossibility. I don't dispute that. But I would argue it is also indisputable that these two plans, courting Lord Ashe and retrieving the Urca gold, are working against each other. Perhaps even mutually exclude each other. I will make it work. How could you possibly? I don't know... yet. (Footsteps approach) He agreed. He agreed? Abigail Ashe will be surrendered to you in exchange for which you will agree to make no further move against him or the fort. He lives. I'm sorry, but I'm having a difficult time believing that he agreed. He agreed, he didn't agree. What difference does it make? I am guaranteeing that the exchange you offered will be honored. Do you understand? You want me to go to my men and deny them a fight that I have led them to believe is critical for the future of this place and do so based upon your word that Charles Vane will compensate them for it? That is exactly what I'm asking you to do. (Laughs) I'll say it again. I am guaranteeing the terms of this deal. If you deliver on your promise, if you prevent any further attack on the fort, I will bring the girl down from the hill and deliver her to you. Will you fulfill your end of this bargain? Yes or no? (Men shouting) (Man whistles) (Men shouting) (Thudding) (Men grunting) Do you recognize it? No. Not a Nassau crew. (Grunts) (Wood creaking) Let's get this underway, shall we? Captain Jack Rackham of the Colonial Dawn. Never heard of you. Well, perhaps you should get out more. Good one. Captain Linus Harcourt of the Goliath. Your ship is named after the greatest disappointment in the history of warfare? I like how it sounds. Pleasure to meet you. Have you ever done one of these before? Split a baby? No. No, I haven't. We've had a few. One of three outcomes, in my experience. One, crews fight it out. Seeing our obvious advantage in strength of numbers, you're wise enough to forgo that option. Two, captains fight it out. Don't know about you, but this doesn't seem like a haul worth dying over to me. Yeah, what's three? Reasonable men agree. (Seagulls screeching) The first thing I remember is being in the hold of that ship, shackled. Then, um, a man came in. The Scarborough's captain. And he just said one thing. He said, "Yesterday, you were a free man. Today you are a thief condemned to die." I saw a garrison on Harbour Island. 200 men. I saw an armory, some barracks. They weren't passing through. The navy is, this moment, fully encamped 40 miles away from where you stand. Eventually, the man who guarded me got careless, let me get too close... Billy, we're all relieved beyond words that you're here, but the question on all of our minds in this moment is how did you end up in the water in the first place? Mr. Gates assumed, I assumed, we all assumed, the captain had a hand in your fall to silence your opposition to him. Do you remember what happened on the bow of the Walrus that night? (Chatter) (Dog barking) You ought to go. It'll take me a while to straighten things out down there, but when I do, I'll be home... if you'll have me. I'm not going anywhere. What? Abigail doesn't know you. She doesn't know Miss Guthrie. She did know me once. There's a good chance she might even recognize me. I would assume your plan would work best if she were cooperative in it, if she felt safe. There's no better way to ensure that than having me be a part of it. Part of it? For how long? I don't know. Aren't we all just figuring this out as we go? You and Peter weren't the only ones committed to seeing Nassau set aright. You weren't the only one who paid a heavy toll towards that end. I stood aside too long. If you and I are to be partners... then we ought to be partners. Very well. Silver: Captain. There's been a development. I'm on my way down to the beach to inform the men. Before you do that, there is something you need to know. There's been a development down there, too. (Music playing) (Chatter, laughter) Bonny: Where the fuck are you going? You got Flint's man up there, is what I hear. I'm looking for Max. I'm really not supposed to... Get him to talk? Are you fucking serious? You going to play games with me? What did he say to you? He said the gold is still out there. He said that Flint still plans to go get it. Out there? Where the fuck is it? He wouldn't say. But he's coming back later tonight. Tonight. They cut me loose. But something this important needs doing, leave a fucking whore to do it. I can go get it. I'm just being careful. Wait! (Door opens) Charlotte, I can't find my belt anywhere. You know who I am? I sure as shit know who you are. fuck's the gold? Charlotte: Please don't. God damn it, Charlotte. Where the fuck is the gold? I'm getting Max. Don't move. I won't say it again. You want me to believe you won't betray your men? Your friends? All men betray when it suits them. And right now I'd say it'd fucking suit you. fuck you. You won't fucking touch me. You know who my captain is? Who my brothers are? Who the fuck are you? Some skinny little cunt without a crew. Not a fucking soul... (Muted) What did you do? You fucking lunatic! What the fuck is wrong with you? (Music playing) (Chatter) (Goats bleating) First day as captain, is it? What makes you say that? Little things. A few looks from your men. They're curious how you'll handle this. Your banner. Something in the way your men reacted to... The banner? What's the matter with the banner? Well, it's new. Lightly traveled. Why? What do you think is wrong with it? It's fine. There. What do you think? (Snorting) Is this supposed to be a joke? What do you mean? This isn't remotely an even split. You get almost half the total tonnage. Yeah. The shit half. You get the tobacco and sugar and I get what? Blankets, pots and pans. Your half of the tonnage is worth nine-tenths the value. It's closer to four-fifths. (Laughs) We agreed we would reach a reasonable settlement here. As in an equitable result. As in a result based on reason. Had we come to blows over this prize, there's no doubt my men would have won it whole. I'm offering you a meaningful share just for having got here first. It's the most I can spare without losing my men's faith in me. I know we have the advantage here. I can see your numbers. I can see you. Did Billy say what happened? He was fished from the water by the Scarborough, tortured, escaped. Did he say how he went into the water? Said he lost his footing. Said he fell. He said you tried to save him. And how did the crew react to hearing that? Stunned surprise, I would say. Before the captain gets here, there are some things I would like to discuss in private. It's good to have you back again. Hornigold: Captain! 107 men have been standing on this beach awaiting your return, waiting to complete the task to which we've all bound ourselves. Waiting. Perhaps now that you are here, we might at long last reclaim my fort. (Chatter) Farad, take this to Hassan. I should go get the doorman. No. Stay there until I come out. You can't be in there alone. I think you know who that is. And who his friends are, who his captain is. I think you know what this will provoke. I think you know how dangerous the consequences promise to be, and I think you knew that before you took up the knife. I think I know why you did it, and I don't think it had anything to do with him or with her or with gold. I think it had to do with something entirely different... and I understand. So I will not let those consequences touch you. I will stand in between you and them, and I will protect you. So Vane stays in the fort. A fort with no ability to threaten the bay for weeks, if not months. And therefore no ability to stop us bringing back the Urca gold safely. As for Vane, I don't like leaving him up there any more than you do. It's an awful compromise to be sure, but one well worth making given what is being offered in return and what it promises for the future of this place. How unsurprising that you cast aside our arrangement the first moment it suited your whim. My priority has always been and will always be the welfare of my men. And your good word being no priority at all it would seem. A hard choice, sir, but one that any responsible captain must make given the changing circumstances. I'm only sorry that you cannot see past your own pride to join me. My pride? I've been a captain of men at sea going on three decades, survived a war with Spain, an insurrection against a queen, a decade as an outlaw in a place where the weak and the dead are one and the same. So the idea that you could choose to discard our arrangement, that I would demur in the face of your unassailable rhetoric, either you've overestimated yourself, sir, or you've underestimated me. Mr. Dufresne, as quartermaster of the surviving Walrus crew, consider this notice and relay to whom you must. Tonight I will call counsel and submit myself as captain of this combined crew. My argument will be plain. I intend to lead the men in retaking the fort as promised. I intend to hold Charles Vane to account as promised. And then I intend to sail for the Urca gold having ended your tyranny over this place for good. Don't say a fucking word. Just sit there and listen. You're right about me, about what I am. I am like you, so I know what you're feeling right now, that I'm asking you to weaken yourself for someone else, for the island's sake, for my sake. But you're wrong. We control something so valuable, the whole of England wants it. We control Nassau, and the ransom we are going to demand for her is going to be fucking enormous. More than money. More than land. Legitimacy. Legitimacy? England is going to give that to you? When they realize it is the only outcome that makes any sense, they'll have to. And the moment they ratify our control over this place, no more fighting, no more leads, no more chasing our fucking meals. I'm talking about making money the way London makes money... collecting it, not hunting it, and in amounts that mean something. Give up the girl. Make this deal. Do this with me and we can have a future here together. Eleanor, when I take something from a man, his ship, his money, his life, I don't hide behind a clerk. I don't hide behind the law. I don't hide behind anything. I look him in his eye and I give him every chance to deny me. That is legitimate. I know what he wants you to believe, but he's wrong. England's return isn't inevitable. England has no more appetite for taking this place back today than it did yesterday, or last month, or last year, because they know it is inhabited by too many men like me, men who would die before being another man's slave again. Side with Flint, beg them to let you keep what is already yours, show them that weakness, and you'll invite the very outcome you wish to avoid. Side with me and we will show England that this place has never been stronger, and we'll keep our freedom for another day, another month, another year, a lifetime. Hey. Do you believe me? You're right. It's nowhere near an even split. My God, this is... really quite disappointing. I say we take it. What? What? You're not concerned how the men will receive this? What other choice do we have? Start a fight that gets our whole crew slaughtered? I suppose you could challenge him to fight you man to man, but I think we can both agree that's not going to end well for anyone. At the end of the day, our men can count. Most of them can count. They can all see that we're simply outmatched here. And they know that... well, you know... They know what? That they chose you as a captain to get access to the whore's leads. If they're honest with themselves, they can't really expect you to be able to do anything about this. Leads or no, if I accept these terms, they'll vote me off before we return to Nassau. Hmm? You cannot imagine what I've sacrificed to gain this captaincy. I may have lost the only person in the world I cared for to gain this captaincy. I cannot lose it. Not so soon. Not like this. You're right. This is likely the most reasonable distribution given our relative strengths. Then can we consider ourselves in agreement about our terms? With one or two small adjustments, if you wouldn't mind hearing me out. Of course. For what little comfort it may provide right now, I believe you've made the right decision. Your men will see the wisdom... (Both grunting) (Men shouting) (Men murmuring) (Rackham coughing) Thank you for offering us a way forward. (Groans) (Laughing) (Groaning) (Men shouting) Rackham: Wait! Wait, wait, wait. Wait! Wait! I'm sorry, friends. I had hoped to find an outcome amenable to both crews. But it seems that this man was unable to see any outcome that saw a single member of this prize crew to survive. And that was an outcome that I could simply not abide. I can only hope our new brothers will join us in the fight for their own survival. Mr. Haines, remove their restraints, please. Remove their restraints now! Every man from that prize crew. Unless there is a man amongst this crew who can sit down with me at this table and speak reasonably, honorably, to reach a resolution more favorable... in light, of course, of the overwhelming odds now in our favor... Anybody? Come on! Anyone? (Bleats) (Seagulls screeching) (Chatter) You have heard I'm supporting Captain Flint against Captain Hornigold tonight, yeah? I've heard. I'm not sure I understand after everything that's transpired, but I've heard. Flint was right. England is coming. I've seen them. I've seen how they see us. We aren't criminals to them. We aren't even men. We're animals. If Flint can do as he's promised, protect this place, protect us from ever having to face that day, how can we do anything but support him? And if he cannot? Are you suggesting there's an alternative? I didn't escape. From the navy. I didn't escape. The captain of the Scarborough made me an offer. He offered me and nine men of my choosing full pardons. He placed them on the table right in front of my eyes. Said I could have them if, in exchange, I would aid him in the capture of a fugitive from justice. One particular fugitive. If we doubt Flint's ability to do as he's promised, if we doubt he's the man to save us, then you and I and eight other men have another option. We subdue Flint and we deliver him to Harbour Island. And then... we put this whole fucking mess behind us. (Chatter) You seem unconcerned. If I understand correctly, the stakes of the upcoming vote are significant. What exactly are you doing? I'm seeming unconcerned. I cannot think of a better way to aid Captain Hornigold's cause than to appear panicked about it. No, that would be my job, I suppose. What were the numbers of the last count? I'd say you have at least a half dozen votes over Captain Hornigold at the moment. That isn't nearly enough. He's a desperate man. Even with a minority faction, he might still move on Vane, in which case the girl dies. I need him to lose so convincingly that no sane man would follow him two yards up that beach. A margin of 20 would help matters. Don't stop moving until you have it. There is one particular vote I'm having some trouble with. Perhaps you could help me with it. (Sighs) Whose vote is that? Mine. When we returned here, you said it would be a week, maybe two, before Spanish reinforcements arrived and that gold was as good as gone. Yes. So what happens if we win the vote and the gold isn't delivered in a timely fashion? Vane reneges. Delays to achieve better terms. Certainly these are plausible outcomes. How long do we wait for the situation to resolve itself? The gold is still a priority. There's been no change in that. You have my word. (Laughs) That's all I needed to hear. I should get to work. I'll keep you apprised of the numbers. You do that. Mr. Silver, a moment. How can I help? You're doing a nose count for the captain, yes? I am. You're gonna find your tally a man short. Why? Who isn't here? (Chatter) Where's the madam? Excuse me, but I'm going to need your help. Hello. Sorry, I was looking for the madam. You found her. (Chuckles) Somehow, I'm not surprised. Seems quite a bit has transpired since last we were in business together. And I would love to hear all about it, but at the moment I'm a bit pressed for time. So if you could do me a favor and send Mr. Logan back to camp, that would be a huge help. Mr. Logan? I don't believe he's here. Oh, he's here. And he's not in trouble. But that could change quickly if certain people were to learn he's here. So please, send him down. (Distant chatter) What the fuck happened here? Does it matter? A man dies under this roof, it is my responsibility whatever the circumstances. You've lost a valued crew member and restitution will be made. I will see to it. My crewmates were expressly forbidden from entering this place. I imagine you noticed. And I imagine you can guess it's because there's information those men are privy to that we'd just as soon not have plied out of them by your girls. Now my armorer is dead on your floor and I'm forced to wonder if those two things aren't related. How exactly did you plan on covering this up? I told you, I have every intention of seeing this made right. Time is not our friend here. Please, something resembling the truth. I don't know. Something about them falling in love, running away together. That's as far as I had got. He went to Providence. I'm sorry? Logan was among a number of men who deserted this morning. Unwilling to risk dying in a bloody fight to retake the fort, he and his love fled together. I heard he has a brother in Providence. Not surprised that's where he went. Are you following? Yes. Good. Clean this up. If anyone asks if I saw this up here, I don't intend to lie. Why would you do that? Help me? The last thing I need right now is Flint in the middle of this. If he or any of the men in his crew were to learn about it, my life would get significantly more complicated. Any of the men? Aren't you one of the men on his crew? Clean this up, please. (Sighs) (Door slams) (Crickets chirping) (Snoring) (Mice squeaking) Abigail. My name is Eleanor. You are no longer a hostage. I'm gonna get you out of here. 2x07: XV Tonight I will submit myself as captain of this combined crew. I intend to lead the men in retaking the fort, having ended your tyranny over this place for good. Max: She's adrift. Alone in the most terrifying way. You know who I am? I think you know who that is. I will protect you. The captain of Scarborough, he offered me and nine men of my choosing full pardons if I would aid him in the capture of a fugitive from justice. You understand what I'm asking you to do? Go back and watch the gold. Keep watch on the Spanish soldiers who are watching the gold. Flint: Her father is a very influential man. If I return her to him, I believe that I can win him as an ally. Courting Lord Ashe and retrieving the Urca gold are working against each other. If you prevent any further attack on the fort, I will bring the girl down from the hill and deliver her to you. You are no longer a hostage. I'm gonna get you out of here. Abigail: I remember music... in her home. It was always so warm there, so lovely. (Men chatting) Abigail: And I remember when I would visit there with Mother and Father, how she would lean down so her face was very near mine and she's smile. (Rats squeaking) I remember hoping I'd be so beautiful one day. And I remember watching her talk with my mother from across the room and how she'd make my mother laugh. And you're saying she's here? Lady Hamilton is on this island? She is. She's a friend and she wants to help rescue you from this place. But I don't understand. Captain Vane gave me his word I'd be unharmed here. Things have changed. Things are changing as we speak tonight. You are now worth more to him as part of a very dangerous game here on the island. As such, he has no intention of returning you to your father any time soon. Trust me. Trust Mrs. Hamilton and know that we must leave this place now. How? There is a network of tunnels that run beneath the fort. And the entrance to one of them isn't far. By the time anyone realizes you are gone, you will be safely away from here and in the care of Captain Flint. (Gasps) I remember Lady Hamilton's face. But I know Captain Flint's name. My father's mentioned it in his letters. He says Captain Flint is the most wicked of the New World pirates. That he's evil. Promise me that my escape isn't some awful ruse to deliver me from one madman into the hands of another. Captain Flint is a good man. If you don't trust my word about it... trust hers. Where do we go? (Men clamoring) Shut up. Just get it done. Billy: Where's your count? Hard to tell. Everyone's holding this one close. Well, I'm hearing you're up three. I have it as four. You have Dobson as a nay. Yes. Brewer's a nay. Yes. Winslow? Winslow? No, he's a yea vote. When did you ask him? A little while ago. Why, has something happened? He got into it with Muldoon over last mess, said Muldoon was chewing too loud or something. Muldoon brought his mother into it. Muldoon's in your camp, so Winslow flipped as a "fuck you." Seriously. (Scoffs) That's a good one. Yeah. My seamanship, my prospects for garnering plunder, my skill in a fight, the sound of my voice, the sound of another man's eating. I suppose at the end of the day, they're all functionally equivalent. A man casts his vote for the same reason he does anything in his life. Why's that? Because it feels good. Three votes, four votes. 30 of them will change their minds before they raise their hands tonight. The thing that will decide this vote hasn't happened yet. You're going to convince them they'll feel better about voting for you over him. I think I've got a pretty strong case. His way, a lot of them will die tonight. My way, they won't and we'll gain the favor of a man who could move this place a step closer to sustainability. Billy: Perhaps. Though, still, his argument would seem to be the easier one. You think? Sure. "Captain Flint will betray anyone to get what he wants." Yesterday it was Mr. Gates, today it was me. "Which one of you would like to be tomorrow?" Dufresne: Captain? They're ready. (Men chatting) There's only one item for consideration tonight. Captain Hornigold? Hornigold: A man asks for your trust, he asks and offers you things in the future. And the brighter those things may be, the more you must ask yourself, "What is it they are intended to blind me to in the present?" It's no surprise that that man wants to shift your attention to the future. To the things he says he can give you. To the hardships he can remove. A most shining future it would have to be for him to blind you to the cowardly and devious acts of his past... theft, betrayal, lies, murder! (Men shouting) Hornigold: When we first elected to merge these crews... Where the fuck have you been? A launch landed on the beach a short while ago. The news it brings is of the upmost importance. More important than losing our ship to Captain Hornigold? Yes. Hornigold: ...have been wrenched from us by men of the worst sort... They're supposed to be watching over the gold until we arrive. What the fuck are they doing back? Because there's no longer any gold to watch over. It's gone. Man: It's gone. Man #2: Did he say gone? Man #3: Did someone say gone? The gold is gone. You hear that? It's gone! (Men clamoring) Man: The gold is gone! Man #2: I don't believe it. Man #3: Who could've taken it? This is clean. It is as if it never happened. Anything tying you to yesterday's events is gone. There will be questions, of course, but should any find their way to you, know that the other girls are discussing openly downstairs Charlotte and her lover's decision to escape together to Providence. All you need to do is say the same. These will not fit you, but they are clean. When you are ready, I will be downstairs and we can discuss what comes next. I was married to a man once. Rotten fuck... raised his hands at me, burned me, shared me with his men. I didn't know any different, didn't know I could do anything about it. Even if I had, I wouldn't have thought I had it in me. One day, we were in a tavern. He was hurting me. And a man saw it. And he walked over... and he slit his throat. That was Jack. I was 13. I always thought he saved me from something. Always been so fucking grateful. Now I wonder... maybe Jack took me from something I was supposed to figure my own way out of. Maybe he took away the chance to get strong enough to save myself. To grow up. Instead, I went with him, did what he did, did what the others did. Thought I'd become one of them. If I'm not what I was when I was born, and I ain't what I've become instead... what the fuck am I? She's going to rest for now. I know this is the last thing you need to hear, but me and the girls were talking. We know what risks we face with the turns. How to avoid them, protect against them. What she did to Charlotte... Don't. That's not something we know how to protect against. Shouldn't we be focusing on getting her out the door right now before it's one of us next? Please don't be the voice of this. If you're concerned that by removing her from this place she could get violent with you, there are men we can talk to about making sure she can't hurt you. I don't want to hear that again. Not from you, not from the other girls, ever. When no one in the world... no one... no one... could care less about what those men were doing to me on the beach, she did. That means something to me. So for as long as she desires, this place will be a safe place for her. And those men you would talk to about solving this problem? They value their relationship with me far more than they do yours or Isabella's or anyone on that floor. If I hear from those men that inquiries have been made about them, I will not receive that news well. Is that clear? Idelle... please let the girls know I understand their concern. If any one of them wish to come to me, my door is open. I will. Two guardacosta men-of-war sitting right in the bay when we arrived. We made our way down to the ridge and watched while they ferried it all into their holds. Watched that gold disappear from that beach piece by piece, and watched them weigh anchor and set sail. When it was all clear, we walked the beach. Not a fucking piece left behind. Not a fucking piece. Thank you. What's happening out there? They've called council to debate how they wish to proceed. That should be productive. Dufresne: The good news for you is Hornigold's support has disappeared completely. There's not a soul among them that has any appetite for fighting over the fort tonight. Without the gold, it all seems rather pointless. And the bad news? It's chaos out there. Likely to be for some time. There are as many proposals for what ought to be our next score as there are men to voice them, including ransoming that hostage girl of yours for cash instead of favors. If she's ever delivered to us. One way or the other, those men want to get paid. And soon. May we have the room, please? What a fucking mess. We have to think very carefully about how to navigate these next steps. The case for returning the girl to Charles Town in exchange for reconciliation cannot come from me. I've just had my authority challenged. Even on it's merits, the argument would seem desperate and invite doubt and suspicion. But if it came from you, we might just stand a chance... Silver: Let me stop you right there. There is no "we." We stopped being a thing of any relevance about an hour ago. Is that so? I believe I've been clear about the nature of my investment here. The gold was the inducement. Now no gold... It's an unfortunate development that we have to adapt, and quickly. Adapt? I've had about my fill of adapting lately. Doing your bidding, keeping the crew in line for you. I wasn't the only one to benefit from that. It certainly seemed that way. Even now you're the only one benefitting from it. What are you saying, that I'm benefitting from the gold having disappeared? It certainly solved a number of problems for you, didn't it? I have half a mind to wonder if you didn't orchestrate this whole thing to your advantage. Listen to me. I understand your disappointment at this recent news. I share it. But I need your help. They need your help. Oh, please. Don't try to convince me to do it for the sake of their futures. For the sake of your own. Those men listen to you. They give a shit about what you have to say. What you think, what you want them to think. Where else in the world is that true? Where else would you wake up in the morning and matter? You walk out on this, and where the fuck are you going? You'll address the men? Yeah. Many of them won't want to hear it. Don't you want to discuss how you'll approach them? I know what I'm doing. (Men chatting) (Thuds) (Chatter stops) Some fuck' day, huh? I'm sure you idiots had half that money spent already. What were you gone do with it? Silver: Me? Mm. I was gone walk away from all you people and never look back. (Scattered laughter) I mean it. That money was license for me to leave all of this and all of you behind. And any one of you who says he didn't at least consider doing the same is a lying sack of shit. Truth is, there's only one kind of person who'd want to do what we do if there was an easier way to survive. And because I don't believe there is a rotten, murdering fuck amongst you, I don't imagine I'm alone in having taken some comfort in the idea of all of this coming to an end. But now... no gold. We're back to the same two choices we've known our entire lives... toil for another man's benefit or steal for our own. Unless... Captain Flint just showed us a third way. Reconciliation. Pardons. And not because we need to apologize for what we've done. Not because we got any desire to go back to where we came from. But because maybe... with a little help... this place could be the reason we never have to do either again. The question then becomes what do we have to lose? Truly amazing. With that one and the captain aligned, there would seem to be no limits to their ability to manipulate sentiment among the men. Perhaps the men are swayed by the strength of the argument. A political alliance with the most dogged pirate hunter in the New World? Because once they were friends? I think it's clear what needs to happen next, Billy. So easy for you to betray your oath? I'm aware of my oath. Those men are my brothers, same as yours. But because they would march blindly to their end, does that mean we must as well? If you and I know we have the opportunity to save eight of them from that fate, give eight of them a real future, and we can actually deliver, doesn't our oath compel us to do so? Are those eight men not our brothers as well? Do you think you could find eight men that would see things the same way? I do. Men who would be willing to betray the captain, assist us in subduing him, and deliver him to the Navy by force? I do. Then find them. We'll meet at the bluffs in an hour, then we move. (People chatting, laughing) Sit. (Speaking French) I have some business to attend to. Eat. When I return, you and I will discuss the road ahead. Man: It's better on Wednesdays. Alice gets the leavings from the tavern on Tuesdays, so on Wednesdays, it is a bisque. Friday, it's more of a stew. And Saturday... I'm not even sure Alice knows what to call that for her Saturday's. Don't you know who I am? No, why? You famous? No. Me, either. Though I am working on it. Jacob Garret, carpenter's mate with the Intrepid. So you don't want to tell me your name? All right, suit yourself. Yeah, a couple of the guys and I are working on a plan to split off and start our own crew. Now, I only tell you this so when you start hearing Captain Jacob Garret stories, you'll be able to put a face to a name. Jesus Christ, Jacob. She don't need your life story. Take her upstairs, fuck her already. We ain't got all night. If it makes you feel any better, Captain Jacob Garret would never have a man like that on his crew. Why me? Because you're new. And you seem nice. What do you think? (Groans) So, aren't you gonna tell me the rules? No? You're supposed to tell me what's allowed. I tell you what I want. You tell me how much it costs. No? All right. Not a problem. Well, why don't we... look, all right, usually the girls would charge me five pieces... (Jacob's voice fades) I'm thoroughly boring, not into any of the weird or controversial stuff. What do you think? Does that sound fair to you? Idelle: Are you kidding me? You can't do this. I'm sorry, she's new. Left another man downstairs under the impression he was her guest for the night. Look, I wasn't trying to make any trouble, all right? This is her fault, not yours. In fact, the management would like me to make it up to you. On account of the confusion. (Laughs) I'm sorry, ma'am, but may I ask, how did you arrive in this place? My father brought me here when I was a child. Was he one of them? (Chuckles) No, he was most assuredly not one of them. I remember when my father told me he was leaving for Carolina. He left me behind. He said Charles Town was far too coarse and violent a place to bring a child into. But you seem a formidable woman, ma'am. Perhaps it was exposure to the challenges of this place that made you the person you are. I suppose that's one way to look at it. (Grunts) (Grunting) (Panting) We staggered our departures from camp so as not to arouse suspicion. Did you secure the skiff? Billy, someone's coming. What is this? Have you ever been tortured? What? Suffered pain applied by men who saw you as less than a man? Saw you as an animal? 'Cause it isn't actually the pain they're inflicting that's the most frightening part of it. It isn't the fear of future pain. It's the knowledge that even when the pain stops, even if they were to let you go, that they've changed you. That pain, that fear, that despair... has made you someone else, someone you barely recognize. Against your will. I said what I had to say to get out of that place, but I have no intention of honoring their offer. 10 pardons. I would fight to the death to ensure not a single one of my brothers ever has to face what I faced. Now, if there's a man on this crew that feels differently, that feels as though he'd be willing to accept another brother suffering that fate so that he might avoid it, then that's a man I need to remove from my crew. Right now, Mr. Dufresne here has identified you men as the most likely to represent such a problem. Was he right? Man: Don't appreciate being fucked with, Billy. If you ain't got the balls to stand up to Flint, maybe you... (Grunts) (Coughs) (Man groans) There will be no more dissent against Captain Flint. There will be no subversion of his plans. There will be nothing but adherence to the principal that we are none of us safe until we are all safe. Does anyone have a problem with that? Then be on your way. (Door clanging) fuck! Is there another way around? Not without going back through the courtyard. And if they haven't checked your cell yet, they will soon. When they see that you've gone, they'll search every inch of this fort until they... (Distant clang) (Gasps) (Clanging) They're coming. Oh, God. (Panting) (Grunting) (Creaking) (Grunting) (Groaning) Let me help. Now go. Here, take this. (Creaking) (Footsteps approaching) (Lock clicks) (Gasps) Vane: I saved your life. (Abigail whimpers) I killed him for you. Low and his crew. I killed them all to protect you. You didn't do it for me. You will turn on absolutely anyone, won't you? So what's the plan? Leave me to answer for this among the men? Assume they'll tear me to pieces for granting access to the woman who stole the girl out from under us? My death sentence? Listen to me clearly. Put down that key, walk back through that gate, return the girl, and I will sort this with the men. You have my word. But lock that gate and there is no walking back through it, ever. And I assure you, you will hear from me again. (Lock clicks) Max: I know how you feel. Not that long ago, I was lost. Without friends. Without identity. I thought there was no life for me that I understood and I felt as though that meant there was no life at all. But I was wrong. Especially in this place. There is always a life, there is always a future, as long as one is willing to build it for themselves. Now, though, I am beginning to understand there are limits to what one can build alone. I can only scavenge leads generated by Eleanor for so long. I have an appetite for something larger than that, and it requires expanding. Proper spies. Perhaps off the island as well. For this, I need a partner with knowledge of the sea and I need a partner I can trust. No word? No, no word. If Eleanor says she'll come down that hill with Abigail, she will. I understand that once the girl is delivered and Captain Flint's set sail to return her to Charles Town that you intend to join them for the voyage. Is that true? With all due respect, Mr. Guthrie, what concern is it of yours? Charles Town, ma'am, is not London. It may appear to you to be a civilized place, but rest assured, it only appears that way. Governor Ashe and his militia are men of the most brutal kind when it comes to enforcement of the laws. Hello, Abigail. I'm Miranda Hamilton. Do you remember me? (Sobbing) (Door opens) I don't suppose you'd mind sharing that bottle? If you don't mind, I'd prefer to be alone. Shame. Because there is something we really ought to discuss. If this is about Charlotte and Mr. Logan, I assure you... I heard on the beach they're in Providence. Why, did you hear something different? Then what is it you wish to discuss? Best we do this in private. (Waves lapping) Billy: Can I have a word? Of course. I'm waiting on a final tally, but I believe we've lost around 18 defectors over the last few hours. Some due to loss of the gold, some following Hornigold out the door out of loyalty to him. Anyone we'll miss? Mr. Dufresne. Really? He saw the crew's overwhelming support for you, felt his resentment towards you had become an impediment in his existing amongst them. So we are without a quartermaster. For the moment. We should take care to steer the men towards a replacement from Hornigold's men. Someone to fold the two crews together but not someone who's gone offer you any personal resistance. I was thinking Mr. Scott might be an ideal candidate. Billy, I don't mean to be blunt, but what the fuck are you doing? Why am I supporting your captaincy? Yes. When I went into the water that night after Andromache, I remember losing my footing on the bowsprit. I remember as I was falling, reaching out, grasping your hand. And the last thing I remember before I went into the water was feeling it slip away. Now, I told the men you tried to save me. But the truth is it's just as likely you let go and dropped me into the sea. Which do you think it was? Doesn't much matter, as far as I can tell. I'll likely never know for certain. It's possible you'll never even know for certain. And right now, I'm more focused on what comes next than what's passed. I believe you were right. I believe that for what comes next, the men of this crew will need your leadership. So I will do what needs to be done to preserve it and protect it. Mr. Gates turned his back on you. Don't think for a second I'll make the same mistake he did. Muldoon: Captain? Yes? Word from the tavern. Miss Guthrie's asked for you. Why don't you introduce yourself? Don't be frightened. I'm a friend of your family's. And I'm a friend of yours. You're Captain Flint? My name is James. James McGraw. Where are you headed? That's a very good question. I'm far too recognizable for the English colonies. I'd spend the rest of my days looking over my shoulder. It's shameful... for a man who's defended this place for so long. Cast aside by it. Perhaps it has cast me aside. Or perhaps it's just taken me this long to realize this place has been dying for a long time. I may be an old man, but I see no reason to allow it to drag me into my grave. What if you didn't have to go anywhere? Oh, England will have her island back, son. The day that happens, it'll be a bad day to be a pirate here. Unless we had something to offer them that might change their thinking about us. You think there's something valuable enough to make the British Navy forget that you and I are pirates? And what do you think would have that kind of value to them? Not what. Who. How soon before you can sail? First light. No need to delay. My father has left for the interior to lay the groundwork with Mr. Underhill for the partnership. With any luck, by the time you return, you and Governor Ashe will be greeted by a group of handsome men, pretty wives, and rosy-cheeked children. Lawful citizens of New Providence Island, who, after decades of struggle, have finally have found a way to sell their sugarcane to honest markets. You know, if you and I aren't careful, we might actually see this thing through. I took her. Without his consent. You know that, don't you? I had the thought. His men warned him not to trust me. They told him that I would betray them all. Do you think there's any chance he'll survive this? The things I have destroyed to reach this moment... everything and anything that stood in it's way. And for all that effort, for all that sacrifice, it is now entirely reliant upon you. Silver: Trust is a funny thing. When I pledged my support to Captain Flint, I believed the trust between us to be of the strongest kind. We both desperately wanted the same thing. And that makes for good partners. But over the past few days, it's become clear to me that the prize we both wanted is becoming less a prize to him and more an obstacle. You know what I'm talking about, don't you? The Urca gold. I have feared for days that Flint might not want that gold to ever be found, that it would interfere with plans he held more important than gold, more important than wealth. And I have felt the ground rushing towards us ever since. And my greatest fear has been that in the moment he decided to end the hunt for the Urca gold, the moment he decided it was in his interest to betray my trust... that he would find a way to do so by deception, by force, by who the fuck knows how. But what I do know is that he would ask my help to make it happen. And by that point, the gold would be as good as gone. Any resistance I offered would be futile and I would be just another tool that he'd used and then promptly discarded. Why are you telling me this? A few hours ago, a launch arrived. Two of our men who were scouting the Urca gold were returning to the island against their instructions. You see, they had been told very clearly by Captain Flint to remain with the Urca until we arrived to help us prepare our assault on the Spanish beach. So the moment I saw them approaching, my first thought was that the only reason they'd be returning early was if the gold was no longer there. And I thought, "My God... did Flint do this? Through some kind of luck or guile or fucking sorcery, did he reach across an ocean and make $5 million in gold vanish?" And sure enough, just a few minutes later, those scouts were standing in front of Captain Flint reporting to him the gold was gone, on its way back to Spain. They told Flint the gold was gone. Yes. What did they tell you? The two scouts reported to me what they had observed on the beach, what had driven them to leave their post ahead of schedule and return to Nassau with the utmost haste. That a tropical disease had befallen the Spanish camp. Dozens dead or dying. Many more suffering, weakened. Only a handful of men defending it, most barely even able to stand. The Urca gold is on that beach exactly where we left it. And owing to a most fortuitous act of God, it is almost entirely undefended. So I offered those two scouts a deal they simply could not reject. Help me tell a very simple lie, I will employ a smaller crew to retrieve the gold, and our three shares increase five-fold. So, do you know of a crew who might be willing to aid in this endeavor? (Horses whinnies) Go have a look. (Horse whinnies) 2x08: XVI Miranda: When you return, are you going to explain to Peter what it is you're trying to accomplish here? A Nassau that can self-govern. This is not a man that we can negotiate with, that I can negotiate with. Of course you can. Because you will have just presented him with his only daughter. I can only scavenge leads for so long. I have an appetite for something larger than that. For this, I need a partner I can trust. Silver: A launch landed on the beach a short while ago. They told Flint the gold was gone. What did they tell you? The Urca gold is on that beach. It is almost entirely undefended. Do you know of a crew who might be willing to aid in this endeavor? Eleanor: Abigail, you are no longer a hostage. I'm going to get you out of here. Vane: So, what's the plan? Leave me to answer for this among the men? My death sentence. You will hear from me again. You're Captain Flint? Flint: My name is James. James McGraw. ( Theme music playing ) ( wood creaking ) ( gasping ) ( cannons firing ) ( men shouting ) ( gun firing ) ( men screaming ) Woman: It's all right. You're all right. I'm here. ( doors opens ) Shh, shh. Shh. ( Thudding, dragging ) ( wood creaking ) ( screaming ) No! No! No! No! ( Gasps ) Shh, it's all right. I'm here. Shh, you're all right. Abigail's voice: Last night was the first of my journey home. Still, my dreams are haunted by the faces of those pirates that first captured me. ( men shouting ) Abigail's voice: Now I find myself in the custody of another band of pirates. I'm told they're different, and I will say that so far these men have treated me civilly, even courteously. They've even afforded me the tools to keep this journal. And though they will almost certainly destroy these pages before we disembark, eliminating any record of their activities or their identities... just the act of putting my thoughts to paper has helped me feel myself again. To construct for myself an illusion that I'm still on the Good Fortune nearing the end of a long voyage, recent events were themselves the nightmare, and that these men are simply sailors tasked with delivering me home. ( shouting ) Get off me, I tell you! I'll kill you! Hey, hey, come on! Stop, you! I said cut it out. I don't know who started it, but it stops right now. Take him away! Get back to work! Abigail's voice: But it is only an illusion. And a fragile one at that. ( men chatting ) Abigail's voice: My father told me about these men, about their natures, so I know that any appearance of civility from them is but a glimpse of the men they once were. A ghost that shows itself only while the darker things that now govern their souls lay dormant. Though I'm forced to wonder if this illusion is no accident at all, but theater for my benefit, orchestrated by someone so awful, even monsters such as these have no choice but to dance to the tune he plays for them. Which leads me to the one thought I find most frightening and most difficult to dismiss. What happens if that man decides the theater no longer serves his purposes and he lets the monsters loose? Everything all right? Yes. I'm all right. She was writing about me. Do you think? I suppose I can't blame her. A girl her age with what she's been through. It's a credit to her that she can function at all. Look at her. When I first learned she was on the island, I saw in my mind a five-year-old child hiding behind her mother's dress. Then I saw her. I realized she's a woman. It's like she's some sort of clock that's finally struck its chime and woken me from this dream we've been living, reminded me how many years separate me from a world I still think of as home. How unrecognizable the woman I am now would be to the woman I was then. I recognize you. You recognize me? Yes. So that's in our favor. ( Both laugh ) The question is... will Peter recognize either one of us? ( Squawking ) ( mumbling ) Five million pieces. Five million fucking pieces. Five million pieces. Jesus Christ. ( Knocks on door ) How in the fuck am I supposed to prepare to carry five million pieces of eight across an ocean without anybody knowing I'm doing it?! I don't know, but perhaps if you asked a little louder, there might be someone on the moon who could help you. Why don't we lower our voices and begin again? Have you begun the men clearing the ship's hold? Everything that isn't bolted down is being moved onto the sand. I told him I needed to refigure how she was carrying her weight. Is that something one does? No. It's all I could think of given that there's no good reason to empty a ship while she's in the bay unless you're making room to fill that space with something else. "Oi, Featherstone, what is it we're making space for by emptying all this stuff?" "Oh, nothing, gents. I just want to..." Try to refigure how she's carrying her weight? "...refigure how she's carrying her weight," exactly. fuck! Even if somehow we can set sail to retrieve this gold without anyone knowing it, even if the intelligence is correct and the gold is retrievable, we haven't even begun to address the issue of where we'll put all that gold, much less defend it. I mean... is this really something we're capable of doing? Yes. Yes? Yes, we are capable of doing this and more. We will have that prize, Mr. Featherstone. We've all come too far to let an opportunity like this pass us by. Would you not agree? I humbly suggest you continue unloading the hold. By the time anyone expects to reload it, you will be close enough to departure to tell them the truth, yes? Is it possible for two men days removed from unending wealth to be any less happy? All right, I can see that you are angry. But are you angry with Anne for leaving or are you angry with me for offering her the opportunity? It would help me to understand with which I am dealing. For so many years, I knew her. Perhaps the only one who truly knew her. But for weeks, with everything we've been through, everything she's done... she's a fucking mystery to me. So now I realize two things are possible-- One, something has changed within her, something so significant that she's turned into someone I barely recognize, or, two... it was a fantasy that I ever knew her at all. ( Chuckles ) And the most disturbing thing about it is, because it's Anne... I will likely never know which it is. Am I angry that she's gone? Maybe with everything that lies ahead of us, perhaps it's for the best. ( Speaking quietly ) ( street chatter ) I'm here to see the lady of the house. She's occupied. Tell her it's news from home. Use those words, please. ( Hogs squealing ) ( chickens clucking ) Mapleton: Good morning, dear. What do you have for me? The quartermaster, Featherstone, met with Max and Rackham behind closed doors again. Entered in a huff, left in a huff. Could you make out their words? No, and I fear if I pressed any closer, they'd have found me out. Ma'am, you know I am eternally in your debt for how you treated me when you oversaw the inn, but please don't ask me to delve into this any further. It's all for a good cause, rest assured. You haven't even told me what this is all in service of. Who the information's being purchased for. Frasier: When last we spoke, you said you were still undecided as to who would assume control ostensibly of the operation. I was just wondering if you'd reached a decision. Not yet. Shortly. Is that all? Yes, ma'am. No news from the fort? The doors are still shut. No word from inside. Either they're plotting some sort of reprisal against us over the disappearance of Miss Ashe or-- Or they're still choosing a new captain. Yes, ma'am. Ma'am, the lady is here. She's here right now? Yes, ma'am. Said it was urgent. All right. Were we scheduled to see each other today? No, ma'am. But I have news I think you'll want to hear without delay. May I sit? When you engaged me to monitor the goings on across the way, for a generous stipend, I might add, I must confess, I thought you'd overestimated our young friend Max, worrying that she was clever enough to create any real trouble-- I'm sorry, is there a point you are trying to make? I was wrong. There is something afoot at the inn. I believe I know what it is. And I believe you'll want to know it, too. Next item! ( all stomp ) I know my role here is to recount information to you. But with what lies ahead, I'm hoping you'll indulge me in a personal account. About five years ago, I served on a merchant vessel running slaves in and out of Charles Town. I remember the first time I saw those walls, those patrol ships, and those fucking guns. The first mate leans in as he sees that look on my face. He says, "That, son, is a town resolved never to be fucked with." And as we're unloading our cargo, we watch a gathering in the square-- a gallows. And we watch as they haul up a man named Solomon Little. And they announced to the crowd that this man... When Captain Flint first arrived on this island, he gained influence faster than any man I'd seen before. Or since. I heard men say it was because of the violence. I heard them say it was his charm. But it was clear to me the reason why he was so good at bending men towards his will was he knew the power of a story and how to harness it to his own ends. That man there, I would argue, may very well be his equal. ...as they put the rope around his neck. And I listened to that excited talk... You know it isn't even his. What do you mean? The pirate story is Bernard's. I've heard him tell it before. This man was no more than an animal... Jeffries, I think. Can't remember. Can't trust a fucking thing out of his mouth. Yeah, the story's his, the story isn't his. But the power of the telling... that is clearly his. At the moment, he's using it to help the captain. But God help us if he ever realizes what else he could use it to accomplish. And as he swung, I watched the crowd jeer at him. I watched them laugh and celebrate. Women, children, all of them. I tell you, friends, what lies ahead isn't just the governor nor his lieutenants or his soldiers or their guns. The people of Charles Town are eager to see you and me dead. If Captain Flint is to come through this alive, we will need to be focused and at our best. ( Stifled laugh ) What the hell was that? What? When you two returned and the three of us stood on that beach, what did I say to you? You said if we told Flint the gold was gone, you'd get another crew to go back and get it and we could have a bigger share. Well, there we go. There's the problem. It seems you only heard half of what I said that night. I also said that if anyone, anyone even remotely suspected something was off about our story, if they even detected the faintest whiff of it, we would all be dead men. That sounds familiar, does it not? Scout: All right. I understand. Do you? The men on this ship face grave danger ahead. So when you sit behind them grinning like a fucking child, you can see how that presents a problem. How it might elicit the very questions we came on this fucking trip to avoid in the fucking first place. I said I understand. No one's asking questions. No one knows shit, so leave me alone about it. ( Door slams ) That man has the potential to be a very real problem for the two of us. The other day, I received word from one of Max's girls that Charlotte had left the island, ran off with a man in the middle of the night. So in love, they say, with a man from Flint's crew, a man named Logan, that they started a life together in Providence. What is that? Charlotte's savings. Charlotte didn't trust the other girls, didn't trust the turns. So she entrusted it to me to watch it for her. She and this man leave the island on the eve of securing an unprecedented prize with no warning, no witnesses, and no money. I'm sorry, I'm not following. Why did you engage my services, ma'am? To monitor a brothel madam intent on stealing information to use for her benefit. A member of Flint's crew, with knowledge of the whereabouts of the Urca gold, walks into her inn. He promptly disappears under suspicious circumstances, and less than a day later, news arrives that the Urca gold is no longer to be won, but is safely on its way back to Spain. You're asking me to believe that Max somehow got the information about the Urca out of this man's head, murder him and then one of her own girls, and then somehow managed to convince Captain Flint and the rest of his crew that the Urca gold had disappeared? How the fuck would she do that? I don't know. But this morning, Captain Rackham's ship emptied the entire contents of its hold onto the island, started loading up with fresh water, preparing to set sail. Wherever he's going, he anticipates bringing something very large back. I believe Max learned about the prize. I believe somehow she managed to convince the island it had disappeared. I believe that right now she and her partners are preparing to retrieve it and bring it back to this place. Were that to happen, the thieves and their like would flourish here and your plans for this place would be doomed to failure. I want the Nassau you are trying to build. But if that Nassau is ever to be, you have to stop her. ( Chatting ) Captain? Winds are more favorable than we anticipated. De Groot wants to tack earlier through the wind than you suggested. Might take some maneuvering. He'd prefer not to do it in the dark, but he thinks the men are, um... up to it. So, as long as you're in agreement, he'll make preparations. Tell him I'm in agreement. The sooner we get her home, the better. His name is Billy, in case you were wondering. I beg your pardon. He just... seems so out of place here. Like someone I might have known back home in London. He may easily have been. His parents were Levelers in Kensington. Spoke out against impressment, kidnappings. Printed pamphlets from their home. Insisted that Billy was lettered so that he could understand the cause and contribute. That winter, when the press gangs came through town, they found Billy distributing those pamphlets in the street. I suppose they found it funny, snatching him and leaving only the pamphlets for his parents to find. Did he ever see them again, his mother and father? When we found Billy, we freed him, and when given the opportunity to confront the man that had taken him from his family, held him in bondage for three years without wages or reprieve, he slew that man. After that, he said he couldn't face his father again. Didn't think he'd be able to accept a murderer for a son. Coming through the wind again, gents. This one's gonna be tight. Watch yourselves, eh? Tyson, foremast, Howard, mizzen, Irving, main. ( Sighs ) ( men shouting below ) What lies ahead, I'm afraid I might be wholly unprepared for. I always thought this journey would end in battle. A fight to preserve the things we held dear. I understood that. I was ready for that. Now, as it turns out, something else lies at the end of this road. Judgment. Not of Nassau, but of me and the man that I've become. And this entire endeavor hangs in the balance of that judgment. You can defend that man. There are good arguments in defense of him. For some of his deeds, perhaps for most of them. But there are some things that Captain Flint has done that cannot be defended. I will make my argument having no sense of my footing with him. No sense of the things he knows about me, the lower things. The darker things. ( grunts ) Flint: And the moment he reveals that he knows these things may be the moment that this all comes crashing down. He is going to render judgment. And it all depends on what he sees standing before him-- Me or my name. I just want you to know, I appreciate the opportunity you gave us. It's all right. I'm not stupid. Neither is he, honestly. He's torn up inside. Betraying the other men, it's making him act foolish. Like you've seen. That may very well be. But he won't matter for much if he gets the three of us killed. I know. I know. Sometimes he's just so fucking stubborn. Always been like that, long as we've sailed together. It's a goddamn shame, truly. I wish it were otherwise. Well, if you can think of something to say to him to get him to fall in line, now would be a good time. Say to him? Ain't we past that now? Past it? What you asked me to do, wasn't the point to solve the problem for good? What the hell are you talking about? Nicholas was scheduled for duty on the mainmast. It seemed the perfect chance to make it look like an accident. ( Screams ) Clear out! Who is it? Who is it? What about this? Ahem. Upon our return, we anchor the ship off the southern coast. A team of men excavate a trench inland. We leave the bulk of the coin in the trench, keep the location secret, and rotate men in watches to keep it under guard? ( Scoffs ) Your answer as where to secure five million pieces of eight is to dig a hole? All right, how about this? It is astonishing how much damage a woman can do once you let her in the door. ( Whispers ) Is he talking about you? He's talking about Miss Bonny. I'm talking about Miss Guthrie. We all know what happened up at that fort. He lets her in, she walks off with a prize worth a fortune, leaving him to swing in the wind for it. Right now Charles is either fighting to preserve his captaincy and looking for any good argument to win them a fortune, and quickly, or he's dead and some new captain is wrestling with the same question. What are you saying? Where does one store a fortune in gold coins? In a goddamn fort. What, you're just gonna walk up there, knock on the door, and ask whoever answers if they'll let us use your half-demolished fort as a treasury? Please go with him so he doesn't get killed. Oh, for fuck's sakes. Ma'am. It's been a day since Mrs. Mapleton told us of the plot next door. For the past day, I have watched the crew of the Colonial Dawn loading supplies. They are now nearly through and likely less than a day away from setting sail. I've wanted to give you the time you needed to deliberate, but now I'm concerned you may not appreciate how precarious things will be here should that gold reach our shores. Ma'am, pirates flush with Spanish gold will be encouraged. They will be empowered. But what they will never be, under any circumstances, is partners in a plan to reconcile with England. From where I sit, I think it is clear that we must act to prevent-- We? I'm fairly certain that you aren't suggesting that we do anything. The only way to truly ensure that the Urca gold doesn't return here is to eliminate everyone with the knowledge of where it is and how to retrieve it. You are suggesting that I have all of these people killed. Captain Rackham, his leadership, any of his men who've been made aware of it. Max. With all due respect, ma'am, it's not as if you haven't done it before. I have done what I have done to arrive at this point. I have done what I've done and I will live with it. But do not for a moment believe that that defines me. I will not be that person. ( exhales ) Man: God rest his soul. Why? I thought you'd made it clear what I was to do. How the fuck could you have thought that? You said he could sink us. Then you gave me a look. Let me see if I have this. Flint gives an order, but to get you men to follow it, I need to come down here, put on a show, and convince you it's in your interests. But I give you a look and you're willing to murder a man over it? I listen to Flint because you tell me it's in my interests. I listen to you because I know you give a shit about my interests and I ain't the only one thinks that way. Man: ...be turned into corruption, looking for the resurrection of the body ( when the sea shall give up her dead ), and the life of the world to come through our Lord Jesus Christ. Amen. All: Amen. Man: We therefore commit his body to the deep. Nicholas Irving. ( Body splashes ) Abigail's voice: From across an ocean, it is hard to know what the New World is. All I knew were the stories I was told of monsters and valiant men sworn to slay them. But now that I've nearly traversed the ocean that separates New World from old, I fear that the stories I've heard may have clouded the truth more than clarified it. It would seem these monsters are men-- Sons, brothers, fathers. And it would seem these men fear their own monsters-- An empire... a navy... a king. My father. So much I've left behind me-- London, my youth, and comfortable stories. So much lies ahead in Charles Town-- A future and harder truths. I feel I must face it honestly, bravely. I must face it as my father's daughter, and I believe that in order to do that, I have to tell these people that which I've kept from them. I have to tell them what I know. I've told you my father is a reasonable man, and that is true about most things. At one point, he was even reasonable about the issue of quelling piracy. Until I received a letter from him years ago in which he recounted to me the story of a ship... headed for Charles Town attacked by pirates. The ship which was attacked was named the Maria Aleyne. The ship was set upon by Captain Flint and his men. And in the midst of the bloody assault, there was one particular victim, a very important man traveling under an assumed name. His name was Alfred Hamilton. ( Grunts ) ( women weeping ) Abigail: Given the lengths to which this man had gone to protect himself, the fact that he fell under Captain Flint's sword... suggested he'd been hunted, pursued, and then executed in cold blood and with great malice aforethought. The motive unclear, but the intent apparently dark and awful, monstrous. He said the act was completely incompatible with civilized society. That he would dedicate his life to eradicating it. And that there would be law in the Americas... the day Captain Flint swung over Charles Town. I appreciate what you've done for me. I respect what you hope to accomplish, so I ask you, when you return me to Charles Town, turn around and sail away. ( Bell ringing ) Do you think those patrol ships have clearance to fire? Not while we're out of range of that fort. As long as we don't come any further, they know we're no threat. I don't want to see a single one of our gun ports open. I don't want to see a single man on deck with a weapon in his hand. This only works if we can make it clear that we have absolutely no intention of shooting at anyone today. What if they start shooting at us? Duck. Billy: Prepare to drop anchor! ( man shouting orders ) I've made arrangements. You'll be safe here until I return. What are you talking about? I'm going with you. You heard what she said. It's too dangerous. If I'm standing next to you, he's far more likely to see you as the man you were. He's more likely to see you as a woman abetting a known pirate and hang you alongside me. I see no reason for you to take that risk. Of course there is reason. None that I am willing to take. It was my fault. I'm the one who learned Alfred Hamilton was a passenger on that ship. I knew the moment I told you what it would drive you to do. I knew the danger it would put you in, knew the horrors it would incite. I told myself to remain silent and spare him, spare you those horrors, and yet I told you anyway. If you're going to face judgment behind those walls, then so should I, for if anyone is responsible for what happened that day, it's me. ( Man whistles ) Captain Vane! Captain Vane! Are you Captain Vane? We received your letter and your demands. We are prepared to pay the sum you requested for Abigail Ashe. I am not Charles Vane. I have no demands. But I do have a request. Captain James Flint. You're Captain Flint? I am. And you wish an audience with Lord Ashe? I do. This was a different place before the governor arrived. Raiders routinely hit our shipping. All up and down the coast as far north as Mt. Pleasant, as far south as the Cumberland Sound. It took him a short while to learn how to deal with it. But once he committed to fighting the problem, things changed. You see, he made these people unafraid. Everyone realized, like just about anything else in this life... the moment you stop fearing it, it loses all its power. ( Grunts ) No! Miranda: The governor is a friend! Rhett: The governor gave very specific instructions. No, don't! If we were able to get our hands on Captain Vane, he never leaves this place again. ( Quietly ) Stop. Rhett: I don't see any reason those instructions don't apply to you, too. If anything-- Stop! They're telling the truth. He's an old friend of my father's. I remember him. I know him. And if you strike him again, my father will know you did so after I made this clear to you. ( Ticking ) ( door opens, closes ) Welcome to Charles Town. ( Pounding ) Charles Vane corralled 40 of the hardest men in the New World, brought them in line, brought them across an ocean to this fort and conquered it with no support from the water, no siege engineering, just the will to take it, and throughout all that time, through danger and peril and blood, the greatest threat he faced, the one enemy who may ultimately have been his undoing, was, you know, someone I once heard him refer to as Lady Honeypot. ( Both laugh ) Beware the women, Mr. Featherstone. They bite. I'm in love with a good woman, sir. I'm not concerned. Idelle? Yes. ( Kicks ) It stands to reason that if those 40 men were mean enough to take this fort under Vane's leadership, were they to ever turn on him, it would be an ugly sight. May I suggest that whatever is going on in the bowels of this fort, perhaps it's best left alone for now. Perhaps. What are you doing? I'm wondering why it's so quiet in there. Because they're occupied plotting some sort of awfulness. That is one possibility. The other is that they're no longer in there. What are you talking about? Their ship is still in the bay. It is, but I'm less intrigued by what's in the bay than what's up there. ( Birds cawing ) ( grunting ) ( squawking continues ) This was found pinned onto him. Vane's voice: I was once a slave. I know too well the pain of the yoke on my shoulders and of the freedom of having cast it off. So I'm resolved, I will be no slave again. And as I am free, I hereby claim the same for Nassau. She is free today, and so long as I draw breath, she shall remain free. Richard Guthrie was engaged in an effort to see her return to the rule of a king, to see the yoke returned. He betrayed Nassau, and thus, as always, to traitors. As far as you and I, I was warned about you, warned you would betray me. I'd hoped you and I shared a love to make such a thing unthinkable. I'd hoped those warnings were wrong. But I know you too well, so I prepared in case they were right. You removed the girl from my possession, but in turn, the man-of-war moved on from the bay, moved on from a position of heightened security. Moved on to a place where its attention, Captain Flint's attention, will be so very occupied on the danger that is Charles Town and in the state of apprehension in which the last thing any of them will be watching is the water. I made clear the price for the girl. You should have known me well enough to know, one way or another, I was going to claim it. And once I do, I'll be returning to Nassau to settle the rest of my accounts. ( Theme music playing ) 2x09: XVII Eleanor: The only way to truly ensure that the Urca gold doesn't return here is to eliminate everyone with the knowledge of where it is and how to retrieve it. Max: Are you angry with Anne for leaving or are you angry with me for offering her the opportunity? You think there's something valuable enough to make the British Navy forget that you and I are pirates? Not what, who. Acquiring the partnership of a plantation the size of Mr. Underhill's could help bolster commerce on my side of the island. Vane: Richard Guthrie betrayed Nassau. As far as you and I, I was warned about you. Warned you would betray me. I made clear the price for the girl. You should know me well enough to know I will claim it. My father said there would be law in the Americas the day Captain Flint swung over Charles Town. You're Captain Flint? I am. And you wish an audience with Lord Ashe? Welcome to Charles Town. I can't say enough, miss, how saddened we all are by this loss. All my life I was a pauper. With your father's help I plied a trade. I'll always be grateful for that. (Distant chatter) Do you need a respite, ma'am? (Sighs) (Chatter) (Sighs) Some bread and fruits from the girls. May I sit? Thank you. I can imagine how difficult this must be. Being the daughter they expect you to be. I would think that at least with me, you would know that I know the truth about how complicated the situation is for you. Your relationship with him. Your relationship with Captain Vane. And because of that, you would not pretend otherwise. And that that might bring some small measure of comfort. There is no part of this that is complicated. I crossed Charles, he retaliated. That is what happens in a war. A war? A state of affairs in which resolution only comes when one side has suffered enough pain it's willing to concede its principles. I presume you've heard Charles's manifesto. I heard it's been read aloud on the beach. Everyone must take a side, he says... with him against reconciliation with England or with me. Those people out there heard him and they came to my door not to pay their respects, not because they loved my father... but because when this war begins, they want to make sure I don't mistake them for enemies. Is that why you've come? Or have you yet to choose a side? Man: I'm interested to see what she does now. (Chatter) (Goats bleating) How did that go? I have seen what Eleanor Guthrie can build when she is feeling ambitious. I have seen what she can destroy when she is angered. Which of the two was she just now? She was something else entirely. How soon can you be ready to sail? Just finalizing the route, sorting out supplies. I assumed we'd depart tomorrow at some point. Leave as soon as possible. There are foul things brewing here. (Knocks on door) Yes? (Door opens) They're here. Do you know why you're here? Yes, ma'am. Good. Then we move at sundown. (Bell tolling) (Chatter) The proposal that I have come all this way to make is one that may at first strike you as implausible. However, I ask that you remember that... (Clock ticking) I love my daughter. More than life itself. When I received that despicable letter I was given to dark thoughts, rage. A desire to visit revenge upon those men that put her through that ordeal. It would seem only reasonable, then, that I bear an equal measure of gratitude to the man who rescued her from it. Were it not for that gratitude, you and I would not be speaking like this. You and Colonel Rhett would be having a very different conversation. Because while I knew you once, called you friends once, I cannot fathom how those people I knew turned into you. Ask me, then. Anything you want to know. I will be truthful. Anything? When did you first arrive in Nassau? Two months after we saw you last in London. February, thereabouts. The first accounts of Captain Flint raiding shipping in the area began in June. You became the captain of a pirate crew in four months? I became the captain of a pirate crew faster than that. It took us four months to secure our first significant prize. How did you manage that so quickly? I met a man in a tavern. Quartermaster of a well-respected crew. I persuaded him that I was someone worth listening to. A crew followed shortly thereafter. And how long after that was it that you decided to murder Alfred Hamilton? Miranda: I received a letter from a former servant. She mentioned innocently that Alfred was travelling in secret. And she mentioned the name of the ship. I encouraged James to find him. And to kill him. If you're going to blame anyone for it, please, blame me. (gun cocks) The governor may know who you are. I only know what you are. Let us agree that if either one of you gets any closer to the governor than you just did, I will be forced to consider that a threat to his person and I will shoot you where you stand. I cannot stand before you and claim to be without sin. When we received that letter from you informing us of Thomas's death, the damage wrought by Alfred Hamilton was too much for us to bear. We were angry. We allowed that anger to drive us to a dark deed. But I ask you not to judge me by that one deed. Judge me by the ends that I have come here in service of. The redemption of Nassau in accordance with the principles that you and I and she and Thomas Hamilton committed ourselves to all those years ago. I ask nothing from you but your ear. I'm listening. (Men shouting) (Birds calling) Footrope. Bitch of a spot. fucking death trap if it isn't fixed before we set sail. Let's try this again. You idiots are the fucking riggers of this ship. So which of you would like to volunteer to repair our topsail yard footrope so that when Captain Flint returns, he returns to a ship that can hoist its fucking sails without fatalities? It's a bad omen. A man died on them ropes. Can't touch it till it's fixed. You're all good people. Tell me something. Is he going to find anything up there? What would he find? An indication that the rope didn't just fray on its own. No. Absolutely not. It'd be almost impossible. What? (Birds calling) What is it? I thought I saw something in the water. Tell the watch on the main so they can keep an eye on it. I'm sure it was nothing. Tell them anyway. (Bagpipes playing) Lambrick: The Lord is my shepherd. I lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures. Leaves me beside the quiet waters. Refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right path for His name's sake. Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for You are with me. Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil. My cup overflows. Surely Your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life and I will dwell in the house of the Lord evermore. Amen. All: Amen. Mr. Underhill. All his wealth, all his ambitions, yet here he rests. One might see a lesson in that. Before you return home, I had hoped that you and I might share a word. Privately. What do you wish to speak about? Ambition, sir. Yours and mine. Ashe: Total reconciliation? This is what you're suggesting? A return to colonial rule with an existing power structure in place. And I am to believe that 500 hardened pirate raiders will voluntarily step down, fall in line with this plan of yours and volunteer their labor? Not all of them. A lot of them. Most of them. Enough to resist those that won't. Enough to make it worth giving them a chance. I made an appeal to my crew of 100 men. And better than 70 of them are sitting right now just outside your harbor in full support of it. It is exactly as Thomas proposed all those years ago in London. Yes. But then we were talking about less than half the number of criminals on the island. We were talking about a failing colony, not a failed one. We also didn't have the most respected captain on the island standing in advocacy of our plan. Now we do. We didn't have the trade boss of the island actively working to reform operations then. Now we do. And we didn't have a man who has established himself as the New World's most committed pirate hunter endorsing it. (Ticking) The first thing that they will ask for is a name. Flint: A name? Ashe: It is as true now as it was then. New Providence will only ever succeed insofar as its governor can make it so. (Clock chiming) Were I to make this case to the men I know in Whitehall... (Voice fades) the first question that they will ask is who will oversee all this? Who will be responsible for its success or failure? You? There are things that I can do to help protect the fledgling colony. I can help establish the militia. I can organize the navy. But beyond that, I don't think that there's a part for Captain Flint in Nassau's future. Not with the blood on his hands. He will have to go away and leave James McGraw and Lady Hamilton to retire to the interior in peace. (Knocks on door) Ashe: Yes? (Door opens) Father, Mrs. Tyler says it's time to turn the room over for dinner. Please ask Mrs. Tyler to arrange a room for our guests to retire to in the interim. (Clock ticking) Something wrong? Nerves. I'm fine. (Violin playing) (Men chatting) If we're so worried he's gonna find something up there... what are we still doing here? Silver: Where exactly do you think we'd go? Charles Town is sleeping with one eye open and a knife under its pillow tonight. Any one of us sets foot on that sand absent an engraved invitation from the governor is likely to greet the sunrise swinging. We arrived on this ship. Until and unless Captain Flint is successful in his endeavor, this ship is the only way we leave here alive. If he was suspicious, he'd have come down by now. I'm going to find Randall. See who I can ridicule for the crew's amusement. (Wood and metal creaking) (Whistling) (Silver sighs) Randall. Crew address is due at next bells. If you have anything new for me by the way of gossip, now... would... be the... time. (Chatter) (Clattering) (Knife slicing) (Man groans) (Groans) DeGroot! (Men shouting) Danger! (Groans) (Grunting) (Shouting) (Groans) Jenks: Secure! Man: Tie 'em up. Down in the well with 'em. (Man shouting) Man #2: Take them alive. He doesn't want to consider it. He spent so many years hardening himself to these ideas. But I don't think he can work out how to say no. If he says no, it means there's a part of him that is no more. A part of him he doesn't want to let go of. Did you mean it? Earlier. You said Captain Flint would have to disappear for this plan to work. Are you truly ready to let him go? Did I ever tell you where that name came from? No. I told you of my grandfather who raised me. A fisherman in Padstow. Well, in his youth he was a deckhand on a privateer off the coast of Massachusetts. And one night he was alone on the late watch at anchor in the Boston Harbor when he sees this man climbing out of the water and onto his ship. A stranger. Now, my grandfather thought about ringing the bell, but curiosity got the better of him. The stranger approaches my grandfather and asks him for a little rum. Man said that he'd fled his fishing trawler. Accused of kill another man. And when asked his name, the man simply replied Mr. Flint. This stranger, he never said whether he was guilty of the killing or why he chose that ship or where he was bound, he just... just sat there. Eventually, he asked my grandfather for a little more rum from below. My grandfather went off to fetch it, but when he returned... the man was gone. My grandfather was in Boston for a month after that. Never heard a word about a killing or a fugitive at large. It was as if the sea had conjured that man out of nothing and then taken him back for some unknowable purpose. When I first met Mr. Gates and he asked me my name... I feared the man I was about to create. I feared that someone born of such dark things would consume me were I not careful. And I was determined only to wear him for a while and then dispose of him when his purpose was complete. And I thought of that story. Am I ready to let him go? (Sighs) Truth is... every day I've worn that name I've hated him a little more. I've been ready to return him to the sea for a long time. James... (Knocks on door) They're ready for you downstairs. (Metal creaking) (Breathing heavily) (Men shouting on deck) What the fuck do we do now? The moment this ship is clear of the area, if not sooner, Captain Vane will put the crew to the sword, yes? Most likely. Eventually, they find us down here and do the same. So either we swim to the beach and likely face the noose, or else do nothing, in which case it's the sword. Come with me. Where are we going? To execute the third option. Persuade Captain Vane to surrender the ship. (Horse snorts) (Quiet chatter) Underhill: Governor Ashe? He's coming here? Plans are underway as we speak. When he arrives, I propose that you and I greet him together and we explain to him our joint venture to reclaim Nassau. My ships, your sugar. The return of legitimate commerce and the return of law. For so many years I have watched you and your kind thieve and whore and kill like a plague upon this island, doing whatever you please because you can. I've heard your appeal. How could I be expected to trust one of you? How could you trust a pirate? Exactly. I am no pirate, sir. I'm an Englishwoman. I'm my father's daughter. And I will be the end of piracy in this place and it begins tonight. What do you mean? Eleanor: I discovered a plan by one of the crews on the beach to reclaim a prize that is so large it would upset our world here. Embolden piracy for years, possibly decades to come. I identified the members of that crew with the specific knowledge of the whereabouts of that prize. And I have ended their endeavor before it began. You've ended it? How? (Gurgling) (Muffled groaning) Shh. (Footsteps) You're back. Just landed. I shouldn't have left the way I did, without telling you. Wasn't your fault what happened. It was a hard fucking choice put on you. I didn't think I was gonna see you again. I thought you'd just get to Port Royal and board a ship and never look back. I thought about it. But then I... What? Then I... (Gasps) (Shouts) (Anne shouts) (Groans) (Groans) (Grunting) (Groans) (Screams) (Grunts) (Gasps) (Groans) (Ticking) My lord, I know there are many reasons to say no to this, however... Colonel Rhett. Yes, sir. I'd like everyone to clear the room. Rhett: Sir? I'd like to speak with my guests privately for a moment. Wait in the hall, please. I believe there is a way that I can help you achieve your intentions for the future of Nassau. And I am ready to do it. However, my plan will require an act of you, Mr. McGraw, if it is to succeed. And I don't think you're going to like it. Are you hurt? Mostly unscathed, thanks to Anne. Mr. Stayton and Mr. Atz are dead. Jesus. Max: It would be wise not to tempt fate any further. Eleanor will be returning from the interior sooner than later. Can you sail without those men? Yes. fuck it. fuck her. We leave now. Go get us our prize. (Violin playing) (Chatter) Man: Shift capstan bars. Snap and go, boys. Man #2: Raise anchor. (Men grunting) Wait. You certain this is a good idea? Yes. We sever the forestay, the ship can't sail till it's repaired which could take hours, yes? Yeah, but... The longer Captain Vane remains in this harbor, the more dangerous it is for him and the more likely it is that Captain Flint might just win over the governor and bring his militia to bear to retake the ship. I understand that, but the moment you go out there to sever that line, they'll send a team of men down here to clear the hold again. We evaded them once. Which makes trying it a second time that much more insane. Perhaps. But I see no other way that I... we survive this ordeal. I can. We swim and hope for the best. It'd be dangerous, but it wouldn't be su1c1de. Just tell me this, are you suggesting we do this to save ourselves or are you suggesting we do it to save the crew? (Ropes creaking) (Metal creaking) (Footsteps) (Door opens) You're the boatswain. Mr. Gates's boy, aren't you? I've got a confession to make. The Singleton affair, when Jack and I attempted to alter the vote on your ship, see Flint deposed, it was intended to induce key men on your crew to defect. Then to recruit them ourselves. But most specifically, it was with an eye toward recruiting you. We'd heard about you. Not some petty thief in it for coin. Not some coward in need of a bottle to find his courage in a fight. A proper pirate committed to our way of things. Committed to a life free of the yoke... fuck you. And loyal to a fault. You can see how that is a man we'd have wanted on our side of things. A man I could still use now. You have no fucking idea what's going on here, do you? Flint stole from me and I'm making it right. Exactly. You hate Flint. I hate Flint. But right now he's talking about how we survive what comes next. And you're talking about what you think is yours. When the navy arrives, they aren't gonna give a fuck what belongs to you or what belongs to me. Because to them, there is no difference between you and me. He has you so afraid of an imagined threat. Nah. (Laughs) I saw it with my own eyes. The garrison on Harbour Island. Royal Marines, a full company of them. 200 men in support. The Scarborough anchored. And a commander just waiting for the order to begin his assault against us and exterminate every last one us. There is nothing imagined about the threat we all face, I assure you. And right now your only plan to reckon with it is to try and fight them head to head, each crew for themselves? Right now, Flint's plan is the only plan. (Sighs) (Grunting) (Rumbling) Man: Forestay! Forestay, Captain! (Chatter) What's going on? We lost the forestay. Lost it? fuck you mean, we lost it? Sabotage. We must have missed someone. Can we sail without it? Not without seriously risking losing that mast. Drop the anchors. Repair the stay quickly. I'll get a team, clear the hold. No. I don't want to divert men away from the prisoners. We can't leave a saboteur down there. I don't intend to. (Ticking) Ashe: There are men in Whitehall who could potentially find a proposal such as yours to be plausible. On religious grounds, on economic grounds. I know some of these men. You could almost certainly win them to your side. But there are other men who will oppose it categorically for the same reason all men refuse to do things they should. Pride. You think they're too proud to put pardons on the table? I think they fear you. And to capitulate to something one fears is a humiliation that powerful men cannot accept. If we are to persuade them to ally with you, then we have to completely redefine their understanding of who you are, what you are. How do you propose we do that? With the truth. I will come with you to Nassau, survey the situation. If it is as you say it is, you and I will sail to London together. And when we arrive, you will stand up and you will tell your story. My story? What part of my story? All of it. You will tell them about the affair with Thomas. You will tell them how it ended. You will explain to them what it drove you to do. You will reveal everything. And when you do, Captain Flint will be unmasked, the monster slain. And in his place will stand before all the world a flawed man, a man that England can relate to and offer its forgiveness. (Sighs) (Clock ticking) What you're asking of me... I wish there were another way, but I have given it great thought and I cannot find it. Tell me this is something that you are willing to do, and you and I will walk out of this house together, announce our partnership to the street, and prepare to set sail for Nassau. (Clock chiming) Your clock by the wall... where did you obtain it? What? It looks very much like one that used to reside in my husband's parlor in London. Identical, in fact. I don't remember gifting it to you. It was there when I left. So I ask again, how is it you came to possess that clock? It was a gift. From whom? From Alfred Hamilton. The earl was no friend of yours, yet he grants you gifts from his own home. Why would he do that? All these years it never sat right with me how Alfred was able to turn the navy against James. He was far too admired by his superiors for his career to be dashed by solely on hearsay. Alfred would have known that. He wouldn't have gone to them armed only with unfounded suspicions. He would have needed a witness, someone who knew Thomas and James well enough to give the accusation credibility. Alfred came to you, didn't he? Asked you to betray Thomas in exchange for which he'd... see you made a king in the New World. Perhaps this is an opportunity for us all to find a little forgiveness. Forgiveness? What forgiveness are you entitled to while you stand back in the shadows pushing James out in front of the world to be laid bear for the sake of the truth? Tell me, sir, when does the truth about your sins come to light? You know nothing of my sins. Were you there when Alfred Hamilton threatened my family's standing, my daughter's future if I failed to cooperate? Were you there when I visited Thomas at the hospital to confess my sins and heard him offer his full and true forgiveness? He knew I had no choice in the matter. Miranda: No choice? A hard choice. Made under great duress, but with the intent to achieve the least awful outcome. You wish to return to civilization. That is what civilization is. I am so very sorry for what you have suffered and for any part I may have played in it. Please believe that. But at this point, the most important thing is what comes next, what we make of this. You destroyed our lives! Miranda. You caused our exile! I am sorry for what I did. Thomas died in a cold, dark place... I am trying to help you. What more do you want from me? What do I want? I want to see this whole goddamn city, this city that you purchased with our misery, burn. I want to see you hanged on the very gallows you've used to hang men for crimes far slighter than this. I want to see that noose around your neck and I want to pull the fucking lever with my own two hands! (gun) (Gasps) This is not what I wanted. Do not shoot him. (Shouting) Ashe: Don't shoot! (Grunting) (Abigail screams) (Horse whinnies) (Snorting) We have a deal, then? Yes. (Sighs) We must get back before we're missed. We have much work to do. Your father... when he came to me seeking sanctuary, telling me he wished to resist the continued presence of the pirates, he told me he'd repented for his past sins. He seemed so genuinely contrite. I knew his reputation. I knew he was most likely telling me the story I wanted to hear, but his contrition was utilitarian at best. But you, you don't even seem to be wanting to appear that way. The time for storytelling is past. Now is the time for cold, hard truths. (Frogs croaking) (Crickets chirping) (Horse snorts, neighs) What is this? Who are you? Are you Underhill? I am. Then I suggest you step aside, sir. We've no quarrel with you. However, we will be taking the girl. (Wind blowing) (Creaking) (Man whistles) Launch approaching! (Bell ringing) Hello. Hello. Man your stations. Ready the guns. What's happening? Shut the fuck up. So... what do you suppose happens next? Man: Pirate vessel! Pirate vessel! What follows is a message from the Lord Governor of the Carolina Colony. "I trusted the good faith of your arrival and I accepted Captain Flint as my guest in the same spirit. But I now regret to inform you that he has violated that trust in a most deceitful manner." What? "Therefore I've placed him under arrest. This trial and its resulting sentence will be swift, just, and final. And it will reestablish beyond any shadow of a doubt that the rule of law lives in Carolina, that the men and women of this place will not shrink from you, from any of you, from any like you, and that the death of piracy in the New World has never been nearer than today. At the conclusion of this trial, if your ship remains, I will seize or sink her." (Grunts) Now, let me tell you what happens next. (Men chattering) You were right. Right about what? They can't tell the difference between you and I. Nassau is strongest when she's feared. And if what promises to happen here tomorrow actually happens, a trophy made of one of her most notorious captains, she may never be feared again. So I suggest we do something about this. I suggest we... get him the hell out of there. (Footsteps) (Eleanor breathing heavily) Hornigold: Captain Hume. I understand you hold in your possession 10 pardons for whomever was to deliver you Captain James Flint. I wonder if I can't do better. (Muffled grunts) This is Eleanor Guthrie, the trade boss of Nassau, the woman who lorded over a savage pirate kingdom as if it were a plaything. And without whom it cannot function. Imagine, sir, how London would react to the arrival of the queen of thieves. Imagine the spectacle of her trial. Imagine the celebrity that'll be heaped upon her captor. (Muffled shouting) ♪ I stepped into an avalanche ♪ ♪ It covered up my soul ♪ ♪ When I am not ♪ ♪ This hunchback that you see ♪ ♪ I sleep beneath a golden hill ♪ ♪ You wish to conquer pain ♪ ♪ You must learn ♪ ♪ Learn to serve me well ♪ ♪ And I am on a pedestal ♪ ♪ It did not raise me there ♪ ♪ Your laws do not compel me now ♪ ♪ To kneel grotesque and bare ♪ ♪ I myself am the pedestal ♪ ♪ For this ugly hump ♪ ♪ At which you stare ♪ 2x10: XVIII Eleanor: I discovered a plan to reclaim a prize so large that it would upset our world here. Go get us our prize. Are you Underhill? I am. We've no quarrel with you. We will be taking the girl. This is Eleanor Guthrie, the trade boss in Nassau. Imagine, sir, how London would react to the arrival of the queen of thieves. Flint stole from me and I'm making it right. Billy: You hate Flint. I hate Flint. Right now, Flint's plan is the only plan. You destroyed our lives! Miranda. I want to see that noose around your neck and I want to pull the lever with my own two ha... (gun) Pirate vessel, what follows is a message from the lord governor. I have placed Captain Flint under arrest. His trial will be swift and final. I suggest we get him the hell out of there. (Piano notes playing) (Clock ticking) (Piano continues) Abigail. Abigail, I've made arrangements for you to be shuttled to Savannah today. (Plays note) What? You'll be taken to Mr. Ashford's house. I'd like you to stay there for a few days. Why would you want me to stay there? You know what's going to happen in the square. Yes, you're going to kill Mr. McGraw. When these trials take place, they arouse a great deal of passion. It is natural. But it's also something I'm not comfortable exposing you to. Is it for my welfare that you want me to leave or your own? What? You raised me to respect the truth. To know it is the root of all virtue. I'm asking if you're sending me away because you're afraid someone might ask me what happened in this house last night and that I would tell them. Abigail, I understand that you're upset. Why aren't you? A man and a woman rescued me, cared for me, delivered me home. Now one of them is dead. The other is about to be. And the only man, it seems to me, to have committed a crime in all this... still works for you. Is that not the truth? (Distant rooster crows) (Seagulls screeching) What does it matter whether they hang him or not? We came here to retrieve this ship. We've done so. Ought that not to be the end of the conversation? We can say what we will about Flint, and I've said my share, but the world knows his name, they know him. And his body swinging over the harbor of this place sends a powerful message. No one surrenders to a dying thing. And that's exactly what we'll be if we don't act. Where are the men about it? Well, those who think saving Flint's a good idea, you're taking ashore with you. Well, it wouldn't make much sense to take the ones who think it's a bad idea. No, you're leaving them with me. And what exactly do you expect me to say to them, do you think, when they ask me why we don't just turn around, leave you here rather than attempt to fight a fight we are far from certain to win? Tell them that this endeavor is in their best interests. Whether they can see that or not. And then when they're through having their laugh, then what do you expect me to say? (Scoffs) Tell them that if this ship tries to run on a skeleton crew, they're going to get chased, they're going to get caught, and they're going to get killed. See if that convinces them. They're resolved to rescue our captain. Yet, from the look of things, they seem as likely to slaughter us as the Charles Town militia. If not more so. Who said anything about rescuing anyone? Didn't Captain Vane? There's a significant difference between preventing Ashe from making a trophy of Flint and saving Flint's life. Who's to say Vane doesn't help Flint escape from shore and then slit his throat the moment we're in open water? Along with all of ours? That was dark. (Footsteps) (Seagull screeching) You and your men are going to remain under guard while I go ashore. You know, we could help if you let us go. You can also try and take back this ship if I let you go. We share an interest in seeing Flint rescued, but make no mistake, this ship belongs to my men now. It was bargained to us. We claimed it and we intend to keep it. What the fuck do you want from me? Why are you here? You could make this difficult if you wanted. Riling up your crew, forcing me to divert more men to guard you. But if you meant what you said, then we all face a war that we must somehow face together. And causing trouble wouldn't make much sense, would it? You want me to help you keep my men under guard here? So that, what, you can kill us without having to hurry? In a few hours, when I leave that square with Flint, it will be to a different world than when I entered it. And in that world, kill 50 strong men of Nassau able to stand up and defend her... what kind of sense does that make? What about your men? 'Cause I'm not sure they share that assessment. Some of them are, understandably, displeased, but there aren't enough of them to sail the ship. If you can keep your men from provoking them, I am confident things will stand until I return. Wait. It isn't gonna work. Your plan to rescue Flint isn't gonna work. But there may be something I can give you to make it work. (Crowd shouting) Crier: And of all the villains on the sea to which we have become accustomed to fearing, is there a name spoken more frequently or with more revulsion than Flint? (Crowd shouting) Crier: Until today and then potentially never again. Man: Burn in hell! Crier: Now cast your gaze upon this once fearsome animal, brought down by his own hubris and folly. The villain Flint who perverts the law, kidnaps our women, and slays our blessed sons. I meant what I said earlier. This outcome, it's not at all what I would have wanted. Vice Admiral Lord Kensington. I don't need to explain to you his interest in achieving the greatest possible exposure for this proceeding. Woman: String him up! He's going to put on a show. And once it begins, I fear I will not be able to control where it goes. Unless you give me what I need to stop it. Sign a confession for crimes that you have already tacitly admitted to me anyway. I'll see this process stopped. The sentence will be carried out quietly, privately tomorrow. Spare yourself the humiliation. Spare her. I'll see she's interred with proper respect, her name clear. (Coffin thuds) Let her go to her rest peacefully. You cannot tell me that isn't what she would have wanted. She was clear about what she wanted and I don't think it had anything to do with begging your forgiveness. What she wanted was the truth to be known. What was the truth of it, my lord? Why did you betray those closest to you all those years ago? Was it really so small and vile as a bribe? The promise of lording over other men in this place? Or were you simply too weak to say no? Too cowardly to do the harder thing and preserve your decency? Tell me it was the latter. Tell me this is all happening because of your cowardice. I could accept that. I might forgive that. Man: We want justice. Hang him now! Crier: And from this day... I suppose there's my answer. Even in this moment, alone with a condemned man, you are unable to speak the truth. Crier: ...one we must put down to teach a lesson to all those who brazenly follow his villainous desires. And lest you thought you knew just how evil and devious he was, you will hear of schemes almost impossible to believe. Employing his minions to dastardly ends. Including a woman he conspired with to murder our lord governor in his own home and in front of his own daughter's eyes. Burn him! Behold his minion... (Crowd booing) who tried and failed to help Captain Flint spread his evil deeds here in Charles Town. (Shouting, booing) Go on. Frasier: I say I have the situation completely under control. Woman: I doubt that. Enough, we must not act in haste. And most importantly, we must not panic. Woman: Nothing here is under control, sir. That much is painfully clear. How is it you are the only one of us that cannot see it? I'm sorry, sir. Miss Guthrie did not tell me there was a meeting this morning. I would have set up... Where is Miss Guthrie? She's gone? Idelle: Started spreading on the street a few hours ago. Word is Hornigold arrested her, handed her over to the navy. And what do they think of this news? Depends which "they" we're talking about. The beach is drinking in celebration. The queen is dead, so on and so forth. And the merchants? You know how they get. A little unrest among the crews and they sleep with one eye open for a week. I think this is more than a little unrest, wouldn't you say? Yes, I'd say so. Are you all right? I'm wondering if they will try her for piracy. Do you think they would do that to a woman? Hang her in front of a mob the same as they do to a man? I know this must be difficult for you. Less than you think. How much coin do we have on reserve? Reserve? How much money can I have on hand if I needed it? The kitchen's funds, today's receipts, the girls' stashes that we know about? How would I know that? Find out for me, please. And have it made ready for me immediately. To buy what? Featherstone: This journey will be a strange one, gents. Unlike any we've taken before. Because of that, I have been coy with certain details. Namely what it is exactly we'll be hunting. That ends now. Brace yourselves, gents, and let me tell you a story about a Spaniard named Vazquez. Intelligence man... (Featherstone continues) But... What? Last night you said you'd thought about not returning... but... Standing there on the jetty in Port Royal... I realized that was the first time you and I had been separated by that much water since we was fucking kids. Huh. Being that far away, you see things differently. Helped me see what we are. Maybe what we ain't. You saved me from something awful, Jack. And I owe you my life for it. Maybe there's some part of that you just can't owe. But you can owe it to Max? I don't feel that way with her. I was at every tavern in that town trying to find us spies, build out this thing we started. And every time I said my name, they knew my name. The first thing they said every time was your name. Like we was two halves of the same thing. I can't be your wife, Jack. But you and I are gonna be partners till they put us in the fucking ground. As long as you feel the same. If we run and they chase us, what are our prospects? Against two of them and shorthanded? I'd call our chances roughly even. Against three trained hunters, if they have any idea what they're doing, I'd say we're about a dozen skilled men short of having any fucking prayer of surviving that. The captain says we wait, trust him. Says this is all in our interests. But the only thing he gives a shit about is his own ends. And there's not a goddamn thing we can do about it. (Vomiting) (Coughing, retching) Hey. Hey. I think I can help you get out of this place. You've got about eight votes. What? Eight votes for quartermaster. What the hell are you talking about? If you hadn't have cut that forestay, there's an argument to be made that Vane would have set sail right away and probably kill us all. They know it and it's having an effect. I'm sorry, but I think you're wrong. They all seem quite content with Mr. Scott. Two kinds of quartermasters on a crew like this. The one you feel you're supposed to vote for, and the one you want to vote for. And the former always gives way to the latter. And you're comfortable with this? Not remotely. (Chuckles) (Footsteps) This one. Get him up. What the fuck is this about? What are you doing with him? Yardley: Shut up. Hey, that's our brother you got there. Put him down. (pistol cock) (Grunts) (Men shouting) Move, you fuck' die! (Grunts) Affidavits given by sailors on ships you attacked. Testimonials of widows and orphans rendered into that state by your actions. And these are insurance petitions for the loss or destruction of property, again caused by your hand. You stand before this court accused of wreaking untold havoc throughout the New World, of clawing at the very fabric of civilization that holds us together with malice and without regret. Do you dispute this? Do you have any response to these allegations at all? This forum is your opportunity to be heard. And the world is listening. Deny. Repent. No one else is going to speak on your behalf. Will you say nothing in your own defense? You see? These crimes are so vile that even their perpetrator is struck dumb when given a chance to speak. Flint: I have one regret. (Crowd murmuring) I regret ever coming to this place with the assumption that a reconciliation could be found. That reason could be a bridge between us. Everyone is a monster to someone. Since you are so convinced that I am yours, I will be it. (Dog barking) (Crowd murmuring) Guard: Sir! Sir! Ashe: What's going on? Who is this man? He says his name is Charles Vane, my lord. (Crowd murmuring) (Whispers) Charles Vane? What, and you captured him? He turned himself over, my lord. I came to offer testimony in defense of Captain Flint. It is his right, is it not? Guard: He was carrying this. If you are who you say you are, why would anybody consider you a credible character witness? It isn't my testimony I came to offer. It's your daughter's. (Crowd murmuring) Ashe: "I fear the stories I have heard may have clouded the truth more than clarified it. As so many of the stories were relayed to me by my father, I am forced to wonder if he is simply mistaken or if his motives are something more deliberate than that." (Clock ticking) There's no way of keeping that out of the record? Could you? Of course you could. You could just throw it into the fire. But should you? It was produced in front of your entire constituency. You are the protector of the law in this place and you brazenly disregard that at your own peril. (Scoffs) All it takes is one juror to be taken in by this, one juror to be seduced by the scandal of it all... and Flint goes free. Flint isn't going anywhere. That book might engender a couple of unpleasant months for you here, raise a couple of uncomfortable questions, but what it will not do is affect the outcome of Flint's trial. Not with the jury we have empaneled. The situation is well in hand, I assure you. And once Flint is swinging, we'll turn our attention to his associate and have him installed right beside him. (Chatter) (Ducks quacking) (Door opens) A moment's peace? Far from it. I heard the Guthrie shipping concern was officially disbanded. Captains Naft and Lawrence's crews scattered to the wind. And Mr. Frasier left to preside over its remains, empty warehouses, and this tavern. Were I in your situation, I might be willing to consider selling whatever interests I had left here and moving on to a more civilized place. I've heard I ought to expect this visit. Heard that the madame from the inn has been taking advantage of the panic in the street, offering the merchants pennies for their interests. For a few whose faith in this place was truly waning, the chance to leave with anything to show for their interests was a blessing. You'll find me less eager to sell than the others, for I know that your faith in this place is derived from the secret knowledge that it is soon to be awash with Spanish gold. Even if the gold does return, it does not alter the reality of what this place is becoming. If anything, it will aggravate it, especially for you. Is that so? The pirates of New Providence Island are about to become more powerful than they have ever been before at a time when they would be less restrained than they have ever been before. And this tavern will still be the crossroads where their world connects to ours. Where their disputes are aired. Where their business is conducted. Where their passions are expressed. Is that truly something you want the responsibility of managing? So that's it. You believe you can leap into Miss Guthrie's shoes and lord over what remains of their family's enterprise. I have no interest in making the same mistakes Eleanor did. No interest in fencing their plunder. No interest in lording over them in any way. For people like us, power in this place is most effective when it is least perceived. That is my offer to purchase your inherited interest in this tavern. It is more generous than any of the others received by your colleagues. I will expect your response by nightfall. Why is this so important to you? Why offer more for this place than the others? Sit. (Metal squeaking) The conflict ahead promises much risk for us and very little reward to compensate for it. And so we would like to leave this place. Now, your friend over here says you're just the man to help us do it. My problem is a shortage of manpower. I need more men than I have to fully crew this ship. And I can't simply release your crewmates indiscriminately. I'd be inviting a counterattack to reclaim the ship. So I want names. Names? One list, 10 men. Those most likely to consent to join my crew, help me sail this ship away from here. And the men whose names aren't on that list? I told them we ain't got no real connection to this crew. You help him, we both get safe passage back to Nassau. No. No? I won't do it. No! (Groans) Do not doubt my seriousness. In a short while, escaping from this place will be far harder than it is right now. Right now, the only thing preventing a clean escape is the men to make it work. And you're gonna give me those men. Now, if you kill me, what good will that do you? None whatsoever. No. (Grunting) You'll let me know when I might have those names. Wait, wait! Stop! Stop! (Cracks) (Screams) Clerk: "I am forced to wonder if he is simply mistaken or if his motives are something more deliberate than that. I fear the stories I carry with me are my sole comfort. From across an ocean, it is hard to know what the New World is. All I knew were the stories I was told of monsters and valiant men..." What the fuck are you doing here? Came to take your ship. Stayed to get you out of all this. Figured if anyone was going to make a trophy of you, it really ought to be me. So this is your plan? Walk in here and read a girl's diary? More or less. I see. So now you have everyone's eyes where you want them, on the two of us, what happens next? (Bell ringing) (Distant dog barking) (Chatter) (Distant dog barking) (Metal clanging) (Men shouting) Clerk: "So much lies ahead in Charles Town, a future..." When it happens, once I'm free, whenever it is, you won't want to get in my way. When it happens, we will be moving to the jetty and out of this place. Didn't come all this way to have them kill you steps from the gallows. Flint: They're all trying so hard to convince themselves that they have nothing to be afraid of. How is running gonna change that? What do you suggest? That we remind them that they were right to be afraid. Clerk: "I have to tell you what I know. The ship was set upon by Captain Flint." What are you doing? I wish to speak on behalf of the defendant. You have not been recognized. Sit back and you'll... These men convinced you that they speak for you. Kensington: How dare you? That the power you've given them is used in your interests. I will not have the order in my court usurped by your foul desires. That the prisoner before you is your enemy and they your friends. For those of you who live to see tomorrow... know that you had a choice to see the truth and you let yourselves be convinced otherwise. That's enough! Bailiffs, remove him. (Crowd clamoring) I said remove him from the dais. (Cannons booming) (People screaming) (Screams) Man: Stay down! Fire! (Screaming) (Grunting) (Choking) (Bone snaps) (Grunts) (Guard screams) Wait! James! (Groans) Her word will be the last word for this place. Move! (Screams) Give me the names! (Screams) (Knocks) What?! They've engaged the blockade. The patrol ships are scrambling. Weigh the anchor. I'll take my chances sailing over taking on those ships. (Pounding) What?! I gave you an order. What is your fucking problem? Silver: The question you should be asking is where are his keys... and has he seen them since he took me away from my men? (Shouting) (gun) (Grunts) (Man screaming) (Screams) (Shouting, grunting) (Thudding) Get down. Stay where you are. Get canvas out quickly. Set the full sail. (Groaning) Take him to Howell. Help me. If those ships flank us, they'll have us. Then let's make sure they don't get that chance. gun crews at the ready. Man: gun crews at the ready! Fire at will. Man: Incoming! (Men shouting) Ah! (People screaming) (Yelps) There they are! (gun) They're over there! (Cannonball whistling) Men: Ah! (Neighs) (Cannonball whistling) (Woman screams) (People screaming) The buildings on the right! Every building! Man: Look down there. Man 2: Quickly. (Cannons booming) (Yells) (Grunting) (Groans) Open the door! Set us free! Let's go! There they are! (Men shouting) Man: Move! Ah! (Shouting) Come on! Target that launch. Go! Go! Hurry, lads. Hurry. Fire! Get them both! Men! Take aim. Behind them. (Man whistles) (Grunts) Bring him. Bring him, quickly. (Groans) Gently. Gently. Easy. It'll be all right. (Groans) (Panting) That's it. Someone give him some rum. (Groaning) Come on. (Silver screams) Oh, come on. I'm sure we've all seen worse. I'll do what I can. What does that mean? What does that mean? God. A bit of turmoil since you left. But it's under control now. Release those men. What? Captain. I know what happened and I don't care. I'll not hold pirates prisoner on this ship, not after today. Keep your men in line. Take us back towards the sandbar. Southwest corner of the bay. We'll start from there. Ready the guns! Full complement. (Men shouting) What's the target, Captain? Whatever's left. Man: Heave! Would you like me to clear the room? Why would I want you to clear the room? When the shock sets in, you may lose faculties. Some men lose their bowels. I can do it with as few as three or four men. We're not going anywhere. I don't want this. If it doesn't come off quickly, you won't make it three days. Did you not fucking hear me?! I said I do not want this! You'll die. This way, there's a very good chance to prevent it. The crew will look after you. Don't worry about that. Hold him down. It'll be all right, mate. Come on. Cannonballs! (Men shouting) Three, six! Heave! No! No! Steady. (Grunting) No! Man: Why don't you move it?! Ready? No! No! (Muffled cannon fire) (Music playing) (Waves crashing) (Men shouting) Where are we? Just south of Inagua. Winds blew us east. We stopped off in Tortuga to refit and garner news, of which there was plenty. Eleanor Guthrie's been arrested. Currently on her way back to London in the custody of Her Majesty's Navy to stand trial. For the first time since I've known it, there is no Guthrie in Nassau. One gets used to a state of affairs for such a long time, it's easy to forget that they're all just transitions. Specks of dust suspended in the air until a strong enough gust comes along and rearranges everything. A strong gust has come to this place. The men can feel it. Know it will upset everything they thought they understood just a few days ago. They'll need to lean on something solid. On the men who can reassure them that in times like these, there are some things that can be counted on. They'll look to me for that. But they'll also look to their new quartermaster. They voted? A few days ago. I... I think the men wanted to tell you when you awoke, so try and act surprised. It's a funny thing. The more those men need you, the more you need them. And it drives us to do the most unexpected things. There's something you ought to know before we reach Nassau. About what we'll likely face there. Before my misfortune at the hands of Vane's lieutenant, our friend, the scout you sent to oversee the Urca beach, confessed something to me. He told me that the news he brought us about the gold having been recovered... was a lie. A falsehood he perpetuated himself so that he could sell the gold's location to another crew in exchange for a larger share of the prize. He told you this? I'm sorry, I'm... I'm having a hard time... He lied to us all? And then he sold the information to another crew so that they could retrieve the gold? Yes. Who the fuck did he sell it to? (Panting) (Chatter) (Chatter) (Seagulls screeching) Where have you been? What took you so long? The information we were given was... incomplete at best. There were still healthy Spanish soldiers on that beach and they fought... like hell. Is that the Walrus? It is. We found her there. Needed to get her seaworthy before we could depart. You needed to? Why would you need a second ship? We needed the hold space. Would you like to see something shiny? (Lock clicks) 3x01: XIX I think you intend to return to that beach, and seize every last ounce of gold off of it, and I think you're going to need my help to do it. I have committed men and resources to aid you in retrieving the Urca gold, in exchange for which you assured me, expelling Captain Vane from that fort. We'll procure a ship, we'll recruit men, and we'll create from nothing, a new crew. You asked for better captains. I give you Captain Jack Rackham. Anne: I can't be your wife, Jack. You and I are gonna be partners till they put us in the ground. Vane: That is the crown jewel taken from the good fortune prize. Her father's Lord Peter Ashe, governor of the Carolina Colony. Her father is a very influential man, he and I were friends. Miranda: When you return her to her father, you're going to explain what it is you're trying to accomplish here. A Nassau that can self-govern. You are no longer a hostage. I'm gonna get you out of here. You will turn on absolutely anyone, won't you? Vane: Listen to me clearly. You will hear from me again. You think there's something valuable enough to make the British Navy forget that you and I are pirates? Not what, who. Hornigold: This is Eleanor Guthrie, the trade boss in Nassau. Imagine sir, how London would react to the arrival of the queen of thieves. I am so very sorry for what... You destroyed our lives! Miranda... I want to see that noose around your neck, and I want to pull the lever with my own two ha...! (gun) Seaman: I have placed Captain Flint under arrest! His trial will be swift and final! Flint stole from me, and I'm making it right. Billy: You hate Flint, I hate Flint. But right now, he's talking about how we survive, what comes next. I suggest we get him the hell out of there. Everyone is a monster to someone. Since you are so convinced that I am yours, I will be it. What are you doing here? Figured if anyone was going to make a trophy of you, it really ought to be me. (Screaming) (Man grunting) Her word will be the last word for this place. My men will need to lean on something solid. They look to me for that, but they'll also look to their new quartermaster. There's something you ought to know, before my misfortune at the hands of Vane's leftenants, our friend, the scout, confessed something to me. He told me that he could sell the gold's location to another crew in exchange for a larger share of the prize. (Muffled splashing, rumbling) (Splashing) (Seagulls screeching) Man: Mast approaching, starboard side! (Bell ringing) (Men shouting indistinctly) (Wood creaking) Man: Rig the capstan! (Yelling continues) Man: Sir? There are men here to see... (Hinges creak) May I help you? You're Drummond. Mary's your wife. Mary's our sister. Caleb, Tom, and... Edgar. Edgar, that's right. And you came all the way from Williamsburg just to be upset with me? We came from Williamsburg to make sure that you honored your vows to her. End of today, either you're gonna be her current husband or her late one. I'm sorry, but, um, there's someplace I have to be. You're coming with us. I understand your anger, but I've lived long enough to know that any promise made beside the word "forever" is no more than a lie agreed upon. There is no forever. Everything moves towards its end. And the closer we get to ours, the louder that clock ticks, the less a sane man would let a promise deprive him of happiness. I explained all this to Mary, who told me she understood and that she would not protest our separation. Are you calling my sister a liar? Well... you're here. I can think of at least three lies she must have told you to bring that about. First, I imagine she told you I retired from a prosperous trade to settle with her here. But what she likely did not mention is that that trade was high seas piracy. Second, she told you my name was Drummond, but when I plied that trade, I was called Teach. And third, she clearly led you to believe that you could point your sword in my direction and survive the experience. This, too, was something less than the truth. (gun) (Thuds) (Breathing shakily) (Scraping) (Gasping) (Coughs) (Groaning, sighs) Teach: Nassau awaits. Let us away. ♪ (Crickets chirping) (Frogs croaking) (Panting) (Dog barking) Man: Who goes there? I said, "Who goes there?" (gun) (Grunts) (Grunts) (Grunting) (Shatters) (Woman screaming) (Men shouting, grunting) (Bell ringing) (Shouting, screaming continues) (Shatters) (Screaming, shouting) (Grunting) (gun) (Shouting, screaming continue) (gun echo) (Banging on door) (Grunts) (Woman screaming in distance) You are the magistrate here. Hazzard. Bridgetown, St. Kitts, Martinique, Nevis... their magistrates hanged men for piracy. They all receive visits from me. The word went forth... any capital sentence served against a pirate would hear my answer. You must'a known. You must'a heard. And yet you chose to hang those three men in your square. Why? If I didn't... if I let my fear of you prevent me from enforcing the law, then civilization in this place is dead. I also know that most of those other magistrates you visited, they were corrupt men, dishonest men. (Sobbing) I wagered that despite all I'd heard about you, your mercilessness, your cruelty, that you could tell the difference. That you could see I was an honest man. (gun) (Woman screams) No! (Sobbing) No, no, no. (Hammer clicks) No! (gun) (Dramatic music playing) Man: Keep 'em coming! Man #2: Throw down a rope! We need it to pull up plunder! Man: Keep movin' up the decks, down below. Crewman: How many more you got comin' up? Man: Another three. Is it done? It is. Once the plunder is stowed, get us underway. Every man to his charge. Looks like we garnered a good haul out of it. Man #2: Get everything into the hold. The men did well under the circumstances. Not all of them. Lost his nerve. I want him replaced on the Vanguard before we go over the side again. He lost his footing. I don't think it had anything to do with his nerve. Replace him. He's getting worse. He's fine. Are you sure about that? We just faced a band of colonial regulars out there. He's entitled to a mood. (Men shouting) ♪ Is it her? It's her. Right where she's supposed to be. Bring us alongside. Spread your sheets! Stand ready with grapples! Man: Spread the sheets! Ready the grapples! Featherstone: His men are jumping ship. They aren't his men. They're his cargo. When Jack asked me to hunt her, he said she was hauling timber. He said the supplies were badly needed for fort repairs. Funny... I don't remember him saying anything about slaves. (Shouting in native language) (Screams) (gun echoing) (Shivering) (Men shouting in Dutch) (Shivering) (Blows landing) (Whimpers) (Suspenseful music playing) You know who I am? What you cannot know is where I come from, what I once was. If you knew that, I imagine you would've made different choices today. (Water splashes) (Muffled groaning) (Gavel pounds) Judge: The evidence has been delivered. The accused has been measured. Now let us talk about judgment. Miss Guthrie, do you have anything to say in your defense before sentence is pronounced? (High-pitched voice) I have but one regret... (Laughing) ...that though the pirates of Nassau filled my purse with coin, I never took the opportunity to let them fill me with anything else. (Laughter, applause) Max: I apologize. Judge: Miss Guthrie... This must seem in such poor taste to you. I assume this is your production. Were the world as I wished it, news of Eleanor's trial would be received with the gravity due to someone who did so much for this place. They are who they are, and someone must provide them with the things they need. Right now, this is what they need. ...found guilty of these and countless other crimes for which the sentence... is death. (Applause) (Men whooping) Any news from London? The trial is set to begin sometime next week. The spectacle around it is said to be so great, the king himself receives daily updates. Hmm. With that much attention on the politics in play, do you believe there is any way she will be offered some sort of clemency? I would think there is always a chance for mercy for one willing to beg for it. (Applause) (Cheering, whistling) But I do not imagine you came to see our play. What is it I can do for you? When Captains Flint and Rackham made their pact those months ago, settled their differences over the possession of the Urca gold, they asked me to oversee the restoration of the fort. To ensure Nassau was protected. But without the men to do the work, there is no progress. The fort remains compromised and we are all exposed. And since Captain Vernon's crew walked off the site, there's been little to no labor provided to me at all. It's only been a few days. Give him a break. It's been two weeks. (Applause) You wanted to replace Eleanor. She was the one Nassau relied upon to solve those problems no one else could or would. I hope for all our sakes you are up to the task. (Indistinct chatter) He said he would see this done. I know. He assured everyone he would be responsible for restoring the fort. The street comes to me with the problems it cannot solve for itself, and right now Jack is first among them. (Whispers) I know. fuck's sake. I'll go talk to him. ♪ (Indistinct chatter) (Dogs barking) (Singing drunkenly) (Chatter, laughter) (Cello playing) (Humming) (Knock on door) (Cello continues) (Knocking continues) (Groans) (Knocking) (Door opens) (Speaking softly) Thank you, Celeste. I have no notes. fuck' leeches down there. You ain't careful, they're gonna bleed you dry. What man wouldn't, given the opportunity, purchase the adoration of the masses when the cost is so small? That mess is costing you 100 pound a day. Well, in about 800 years, you'll be able to say, "I told you so." In the meantime, perhaps we might at least enjoy ourselves. Why ain't there anyone up at the fort? I'd like to thank you for at least allowing me to finish wiping before starting that song. It's been two weeks. What you waiting for? I'm working on it. Are you? 'Cause it sure as shit don't look like you're working on anything here. Well, you should spend more time here. (Woman moaning) It's a process. I'm not fuck' around. I need to know. Do you need to know or does your husband? You know I hate it when you call her that. Course I do. That's why I call her that. She's got a right to be angry. Her share of the gold is sitting up there, along with mine. And mine. Please, relay to whom you must, Jack Rackham is not lazy. Jack Rackham is not stupid. Jack Rackham is not blind. And Jack Rackham is not unaware that currently there are no men working on that fort. That said, on the list of people on this island who are most concerned with seeing that fort restored, there is everyone else, and then there is one name that's... that's way at the top of it. Both: Jack Rackham. Yeah. Jack Rackham, exactly. Don't treat me like I'm someone else. I'm on your fucking side of this, same as I've always been. I am just asking you to tell me what the plan is. Jack! (Music, chatter stops) You're about to find out. (Chatter resumes) (Wind howling) (Creaking) (Peg leg thumping softly) Your days of approaching unannounced are behind you. I reassigned Mr. Dobbs off the Vanguard, as you asked. I told him his skill in the rig was too valuable to risk putting him in harm's way. (Speaking softly) Thank you. Then now that that's sorted, there is another replacement on the Vanguard that we should discuss. Who's that? You. Is that so? I understand we faced colonial regulars out there last night. So? These raids were difficult enough when the element of surprise was in our favor. But now? Now it would seem your days of approaching unannounced may also be at an end. Every time you go ashore, there is a risk you don't return... a risk Nassau loses its most recognizable figure and a risk that would seem to be escalating. I am suggesting it's time we take you out of harm's way as well. We're fighting a war to protect Nassau. A war in which our most effective weapon is the fear that we can instill in our enemies. We've succeeded in making Captain Flint the name of grim death to all of them. The only way that we can ensure that that story continues is if he is the one telling it. That story is telling itself, and you know it. We've been assigned responsibility for raids we were nowhere near. Jesus, I've been given credit for having been a part of some of them. They are so terrified of you, they're terrified of me. You think that's a reason we should relent? Who the fuck said anything about relenting? Look, I am talking about letting someone else stand in and play your role now and again. Thank you for your concern, but I'll decide when it's time to start altering our tactics. No, I'll decide. This crew has spilled a great deal of blood to make your name what it is. It doesn't belong to you. It's a jointly held asset belonging to every man on this crew who sacrificed some part of himself to build it. They have a say about how it is managed, and I am the voice of it. It is clear to me that this raid was more dangerous than the last. They are adapting, and it is of some concern to me that you either cannot or will not acknowledge it. I understand this is all incredibly personal to you after the loss of Mrs. Barlow. Now, wait a minute... And I understand the burden of playing the role you currently play must be taking a toll even you cannot fully comprehend. Stop. Now you have wormed your way into the heads of the men out there. And they've granted you authority over them because of it. But in my head, you are not welcome. (Suspenseful music playing) Howell: It's worse than I feared. The wound should've been far further along towards quieting itself. It's less than ideal. Have you been cleaning it as we discussed? (Heavy breathing) When I can. It's harder when we're at sea. I understand your aversion to being seen using the crutches. Well, if you understand it, I wish you'd stop hectoring me about it. But the boot was never intended for a wound this new. Unless you remove some of the pressure, the wound will only continue to get more irritated. I'll lean more on the ropes. With all your weight? On a moving deck? I'll manage. If the decay progresses, I'll have to remove more of your leg. (Gasps) (Grunts) (Panting) Rackham: Please let me explain. Vane: What is there to explain? You couldn't figure out how to repair the fort, so you lured me into capturing a ship full of slaves to do the job. It was the first solid lead on a slaver we'd had in weeks. I needed someone who I could be certain would win her. So you lied to me about it. What the fuck made you think I would just hand them over to you, knowing what you know of me? The three of us stood in this room... you, Flint, and I... and we agreed that the fort's restoration was critical to Nassau's security. We agreed you would hire men to restore it. I tried that! You're going to need to try harder! How? I offer the men exorbitant wages to do the work. Do you know what they say? "You can afford more. We want double that." All right, double it, it's a deal. fuck it. You know what they say then? "You can't tell us what to do. We're free men." "We'll work when we please." Would you like to take a guess how that is going? It's five different crews, it's hundreds of men, untold thousands in wages, and I swear to God, I think that hole in the wall is bigger now than when we started. I stood between you and him, Jack. When Flint was ready to wage war against you over the gold, I was the one who said you would manage it as well as anyone could. For the good of this place, I was the one who said you could be trusted. Why? Why did you stand behind me in that moment? I'll tell you why. Because you and I had been through enough shit for you to know that I would do the same for you, that I have done the same for you, and would again without hesitation. I made a commitment to you, with you, to restore this place, to make it strong again. I see no other way to have it done. And I will have it done. I will move heaven and earth to have it done because I refuse to let you down. I knew this would be difficult for you, so I kept it from you. Please know that I meant no slight by it. No lack of respect or friendship. It's quite the opposite. (Groaning) (Man shouting indistinctly) Man: Ship on the horizon! De Groot: Ship on the horizon! Under bare poles! (Yelling continues) (Panting) Whose banner is that? Hallendale. Here. Silver: What the fuck's he doing out there? Lying in wait? With his banner raised? Sails furled. Not a soul on the deck or in the rig. Possible they abandoned her? Took a prize and decided to sail away on it? Had to have been a hell of a prize. Even Hallendale isn't stupid enough to leave a ship like that behind. He could've sailed it back to Nassau with a few dozen men. Flint: Less. Why don't we go in closer, see what's what? What if they're in distress? Alter our course to close with her. Bear away to port. Man: Bear away to port! (Men shouting) (Whispers) What? You'll lose our advantage in this wind. Delay our return to Nassau by a day, maybe two. And we're in dire need of resupply. Short on foodstuffs, very short on shot. That storm in the southwest isn't dying away. And we dawdle, we'll find ourselves right in the middle of it. And there's a good chance that that ship we're about to approach is quiet because all its men are below deck with a plague. You think I should've tried to talk them out of this. Yeah. You rally the men to fight behind the idea that these are days in which all of Nassau must stand together. Either that means something or it doesn't. And how the hell would I argue the latter, just so we could avoid a delay? These days any man who can sew a black flag and get 10 fools to follow him can take a prize. They can take it because of the fear that I and men like me have instilled in their prey. But they can't do what I can do. They're not built for it. And sooner or later, they'll be exposed. Any fool who followed Hallendale deserves whatever end they got in his company. You were right. This war is getting more dangerous. The strong among us must stand together and face it. But the fools and the pretenders... they were never truly among us to begin with. As their quartermaster, it's your decision. But that's how I might've argued it to my men... to avoid unnecessary delay. (Dramatic music playing) Man: Bring your captain on! There's no damage. Longboats are gone. Looks like they just up and left her here. (Man shouting) (Grunting) Sweep the hold before the captain goes across just in case there's... (Creaking) (Hammer clicks) (Hinges creak) (Mice squeaking) (Creaking) (Whispering) "We die alone." Someone get me a glass. (Silver panting) Fresh water's been pumped out. Food stores as well. They've scavenged half the rig to anchor this far from shore. They marooned him, left him for dead. (Sniffs) Seawater. Bastard went mad. (Silver panting) Billy: The whole crew, every man, all decide to maroon him and they go to this much effort to do it in deep water rather than keeping the ship and leaving him ashore? Why the fuck would they do that? (Speaking softly) We need to get out of here. What is it? (Suspenseful music playing) Get out of here now. Sail! Man: Sail! De Groot: Heading? Headed this way! East-southeast! Get us underway! (Overlapping shouting) De Groot: Do it now! (Grunting) (Men shouting indistinctly) Flint: British colors. Not Navy. She's a hunter. Carrying 50 guns, maybe more. It's already a mile inside the horizon. Must've been trailing us with her sail reduced until we took the bait. Drew us into a position where he's got the weather gauge. Landmass to the west, storm to the south, and no point of sail on which we can outrun her. Someone get me a chart! De Groot: Chart for the captain! Full and by on the starboard tack as close as you can. Can we fight her? Behind the wind? With barely a broadside worth of shot on hand? We won't stand a chance. We may not have a choice. (Men continue yelling) (Dramatic music playing) (Woman moaning) (Moaning continues, man grunting) We got all the money in the world. Maybe we could find a room that ain't in the middle of a whorehouse. I own a tavern, a brothel, a tanner, a butcher... interests in a dozen other concerns on the street. I am the one they come to here when they need things, want things, fear things. In another time and another place, they would call me a queen. I built this from nothing. And none of it is real. What ain't real about it? Because it is built upon things I cannot control, cannot predict. It is built on sand. And when the day comes when that foundation shifts, when civilization returns, do you know what they will call me then? The whore that lost everything. I like it in this room. Reminds me that nothing has changed yet. You saying this ain't real? Of course it is. The fort will be repaired. If he says it, he'll do it. When you first opened that door and showed me the Urca gold, do you know what I saw? A solution. The mortar that would secure the sand beneath our feet. The thing I could offer to England or Spain or whomever arrived here and threaten to reorder things, and say, "Take this and leave me be." Everything is dependent upon that gold, and right now it is sitting in a fort with no guns and full of holes. Charles is gonna agree to Jack's plan. In a month, the fort will be whole. Made so by slave labor? Has it not occurred to anyone that if Jack has not been able to persuade men to repair the fort, it is even less likely he will be able to persuade them to defend it? The fuck are you saying? I am saying that if England were to return right now, there is nothing to stop them from capturing that fort. And so long as that gold is inside it, they will be capturing our futures along with it. The gold must be removed from the fort whether Jack wants it or not. You're getting awful close to doing the one thing you said you'd never do. Don't ask me to take sides between you and him. It doesn't matter. Can't be done. There's a reason it's up there in the first place. There's no other place to put it and secure it. Not in its current form, no. (Dramatic music playing) Men: Heave! Heave! (Indistinct shouting) He's well within range. Then why isn't he firing? Closing in, making sure he doesn't miss. And he doesn't need to rush. There's nothing we can do to stop it. On this side of that coast, he'll always be faster, more maneuverable. Whoever that is out there, he has us. Bullshit. That man has a goddamned answer for everything. He's working on an answer for this. Man: She's opening her gun ports! Gun crews, prepare to return fire! De Groot: gun crews at the ready! (Indistinct shouting) Cartridge. (Shouting continues) Man: gun crews ready! (Voice echoing) Crew of the Walrus! In my capacity as duly appointed servant of His Majesty King George the First, I address you directly. Hornigold. Hornigold: Time is short, so I will be plain and offer you the same terms as accepted by the late Captain Hallendale's men. Surrender, and I am authorized to offer you full, unqualified pardons. Your ship will be commandeered and you will be given a choice of either entering into my service or being set free at the nearest convenient port, your names cleared and your accounts squared. Refuse and I shall grant no quarter. Do you think they'll take it? I don't care. Make the guns ready. There'll be no battle today. Our disadvantage is too great. But what price surrender? To beg forgiveness from a thing that took my woman from me? (Speaking softly) My friend? Murder her, displayed her body for their amusement. I can walk away from this fight if I just sign my name beneath a solemn oath never again to do violence against it. No. Not after all it has taken from me. Not after all it has taken from you. I will do great violence against that thing. They say they will pardon us all, but I say to offer to pardon something one fears is the act of a coward. To offer them in volume suggests that their fear of us is becoming unmanageable, that we have shown them what we are capable of and it terrifies them. Do any of you want to surrender to men who fear you? Lay down arms in a battle that we are winning? Neither do I. fuck Benjamin Hornigold, his king, and their pardons. This war isn't nearly over. We're not fighting, and we're not surrendering. So what are we doing? We're going that way. (Quietly) That's a ship killer. Then he'd be mad to follow us into it, then, wouldn't he? Billy, soon as he makes his break to fire, we run. Port side batteries are readied. Let's encourage them to see reason. Prepare to head up and bring us into position to fire. (Men shouting indistinctly) Now. Now! (Dramatic music playing) There she goes! She's winding up! Hard to port. What the hell is he doing? He'll end up in the middle of that storm. Hold on! (Grunts) (Shouts indistinctly) There. Hold her there. Fire! Man: Fire! (Grunts) (Men yelling) (Explosions) (Yelling continues) Bring us hard to port. Make a course to pursue her. De Groot: Make sure the hatches are fully battened. Secure the lashings. Muldoon: Mr. Silver, we got hits all along the starboard side. When we reach that weather, we're gonna be taking on water down here. Well, seal it up as best you can. I'll be down to lend a hand soon. Billy: It isn't just him. What? Captain Hume said it took him every ounce of leverage he could muster to secure just 10 pardons. And now Hornigold holds 80 of them. Maybe Flint's right. Maybe they are getting nervous. Or maybe someone else secured them for him. Someone larger than Hume or Hornigold. Someone to whom the rules as we understand them don't apply. Flint was right about one thing. This is only the beginning. Something else is coming. (Keys jingle) (Lock turns) (Door creaks) (Door creaks) (Paper rustles) Man: Judge: "For years you lorded over the operations of hundreds, if not thousands, of hardened pirates. How exactly were you able to manage this?" Accused: "One day at a time, I suppose." I enjoyed that. There is a funny thing about notoriety, and I have a little experience with this. The more people know of you, the more of you those people feel belongs to them. Now, right now, there is a barrister who feels entitled to say, "I am the one who convicted Eleanor Guthrie." A judge who wants to say, "I was the one who hanged her." A throng of people outside... "I was the one who cheered as she swung." They all feel entitled to a part of your story. And it's a hell of a story. So you can imagine how difficult it was for me to arrange it so that I could say, "I am the one who set her free." Who the fuck are you? My name is Woodes Rogers, and I am the next governor of New Providence Island. Well, assuming I can subdue her. That is where you come in. I am to set sail for the West Indies in two days' time. I am prepared. But the one element I lack is knowledge, someone who understands Nassau and can help me know what I'm going to find there. If you agree to be that person for me, your sentence will be commuted and the charges against you released. And what would you ask of me? I understand it is an uncomfortable position for you, feeling like you're betraying people you've known so closely... Specifically, what would I have to do? To begin with? A list. The names of those on the island who could be made allies, those who would be harder to sway. (Paper rustles) (Pen scratching) (Dramatic music playing) You want to civilize Nassau? That is the only name you need concern yourself with. As long as he is alive, you cannot succeed. (Men chattering) (Tools banging) Vane: Your slaves are making progress. You know I take no pleasure in it. If there were any other way... Jack, if I thought it gave you any pleasure, I'd have kill you the moment you suggested it. (Chuckles) Hmm. The first moment I saw it on the beach, I thought, "My God, the things I'm going to build with this." A city... alive in a place it has no right to be, in defiance of all reason and refusing to be dislodged, but growing and... a place that, 50 years hence and when I'm long gone would force the world to acknowledge Jack Rackham was here. I swear to God, when I sit here long enough, I can hear it laughing at me. You don't have to be here, you know. I have made it clear to all involved they are to be treated fairly. You think if you refrain from beating them, it's any better? It isn't the violence. It isn't the labor or the hunger or the heat or the chains. You know what those men fear right now? It's the unknown. Lash that comes from nowhere for reasons never explained. A visit from the taskmaster in the dead of night. But I remember that fear. Right now, I feel it returning. What we're doing here, sitting on Spain's gold on England's island, demands a response. What that response will be, what form it will take, what face it will wear... by the time we do know it, there will be no time to prepare for the blow that follows. (Indistinct shouting, chatter) (Bosun's whistle blowing) (Bell tolling) (Seagulls calling) (Whistle blows) (Water splashing) (Inhales, exhales) Hmm. Excuse me, sir. I wonder if you could help me locate an old friend of mine. His name is Charles Vane. 3x02: XX Flint: We're fighting a war to protect Nassau in which our most effective weapon is the fear that we can instill in our enemies. Everything is dependent upon that gold, and right now it is sitting in a fort with no guns and full of holes. You couldn't figure out how to repair the fort, so you lured me into capturing a ship full of slaves to do the job. Teach: I wonder if you can help me locate an old friend of mine. His name is Charles Vane. Rogers: I am to set sail for the West Indies, the one element I lack is someone who understands Nassau. If you agree to be that person, your sentence will be commuted and the charges against you released. Crew of the Walrus, surrender, and I am authorized to offer you full, unqualified pardons. We're not fighting and we're not surrendering, so what are we doing? We're going that way. That's a ship killer. ♪ ♪ [wind whooshing] [no audio] [sighs] [wood creaking] [distant hissing] [animal grunts softly] [whooshing, explosions] Billy: Captain. He's closed the gap. All hands to quarters. Man: Come on, lads. Rouse yourselves. Quickly! [indistinct shouting] I've got starboard watch below, caulking the guns. The pumps are keeping up with the water-line, but given what's ahead of us, I don't imagine that'll last long. [men shouting] Man: Heave, lads! ♪ ♪ He'll be withdrawing soon. He'll drive us into the storm, but he'll want no part of it himself. Captain, perhaps we could take the topgallants in now. If we enter that storm under full sail, it may become impossible to take the canvas in. If we take at least some of them now... If he sees us slow, if we show him the least sign of weakness, it'll only encourage him to press on and finish the job. [sails fluttering] But we'll get men into the tops. Soon as he turns, we'll shorten sail immediately. Aye, Captain. I want crew aloft! Quick as you can! Taking and stowing all that sail will be a challenge. You'll see to leading the men in the rig when the time comes, yes? Yeah. I'll pull all hands from below. We'll need all the strength we can muster. [men shouting] [thunder crashing] We should have taken the pardons. Sign our name, swear to whomever or whatever the fuck one swears to on the occasion, accept the pardons, then go straight back to the account. What the fuck could they do to us they weren't gonna do anyway? I don't imagine Hornigold's offer still stands, if that's what you're asking. No, I don't imagine it does either, but a few hours ago when the offer did stand, perhaps that should have been a conversation... Accept the pardons with full intent not to honor it rather than face what we now face. The men, I understand. [softly] Flint had them exactly where he needed them... Angry, resentful, afraid. I understand why they would rather do battle with that storm than even consider surrendering to Hornigold. But he had me there too. He had me there. And that is not supposed to happen. [explosions] May I help you? The governor requests your presence on the quarterdeck. You should dress. You'll have to pardon me. I've never had a proper chambermaid before. Is that how they address all their employers? Governor Rogers is my employer. You are a convict in need of someone to keep your things clean, your movement restricted, and your door shut. As such, you're the first daughter of privilege I have been able to serve while speaking my mind openly. I would have thought my story is well told by now, but I come from no privilege. Don't you? My understanding is that your father built a criminal enterprise and you inherited it. The only difference between you and the ladies I have served in the past is... their families had better lawyers. Let's not keep the governor waiting. Rogers: The HMS Milford. 150 soldiers, 60 guns. My lead naval escort. Uh, behind her, the HMS Rose. 48 guns. The HMS Shark, 30 guns, the Willing Mind. 20 guns. She's carrying two thirds of the farming implements and most of our foodstuffs. The Buck. 18 guns. The amount of energy it took to persuade my investors to fund this, it's hard to properly convey. This fleet, every ship at sea, every man contracted, every penny lent. I am personally answerable for all of it. I'm impressed. Though somehow I don't imagine that that's what this exercise is intended to accomplish. The Gloucestershire. I wasn't entirely sure I needed her, but seeing as it was someone else's money, I figured it couldn't hurt. She's the one I can do without. The moment I believe you are no longer necessary to this endeavor, you go on that ship, that ship turns back for London, and soon thereafter, you swing over Wapping. Except that you can't actually do any of those things. No? Why? 'Cause you don't know that Samuel Wayne has never once paid for a drink. Because you don't know that the Boyd brothers can't be in the presence of anyone from Captain Moulton's crew. 'Cause you don't know which of the street merchants is in the pocket of the brothel madam. You don't know. You don't know... you don't know. But I do. To slay Nassau, you must know her. And amidst all those ships and all these men and all that money, I am the only one who can introduce you. Provided you tell me the truth. So let us assume those are now the rules of the game. I need to know everything you know of Nassau. If you withhold, if you manipulate, if you lie... you die. Shall we begin? 500 pieces. Yes. You want to withdraw 500 pieces of eight from your share. That's correct. You were just here two days ago. Yes. To withdraw 500 pieces. It was dispersed, was it not? Yes. But you're back for more. Yes. What in God's name did you spend 500 pieces on in two days' time? Oh, I lost it. Lost it? As in through a wager? No. "Lost it" as in I had it in a sack and I put it down, and when I came back to pick it up, it weren't where I put it. Lost. Would you like me to... Thank you. Featherstone: The crew has entrusted the captain and I to watch over the prize gold and to protect it in all our interests, yeah? Now, as your quartermaster and as your friend, I feel duty bound to suggest that you reconsider withdrawing sums this large without a better plan for keeping it once it's withdrawn, yeah? Yes. Good. Now, is there a lesser amount you might want to begin with for today? Well, 500 pieces. 500 pieces. Why not? I need a new sack as well. Obviously. Yeah. [knock at door] Yes? Mr. Featherstone, may we have the room for a moment, please? [whistles] These are identical. 350 pieces on both sides, yet one I can fit in the palm of my hand, and the other is currently occupying the entirety of the vault beneath your fort. Which of the two would you rather have in your possession the day Spain or England arrives and sets its eyes on conquering that fort? Yeah. I have that. So I suppose what we ought to do is ensure that the fort is not conquerable, which, as good fortune would have it, is what I'm doing. You cannot truly believe that is possible. You know as well as I do that so long as that gold is sitting in the belly of that fort, we are doubly exposed. Losing the fort guarantees the loss of the gold. Excuse me. What are you suggesting? That we exchange it. As much of it as possible. Find partners and trade coin for commodities far easier to move and to protect. If Nassau falls, we will have something to set aside to ensure our futures. "Our"? Who? Mine. And Anne's. Lovely. Good old Jack gets buried beneath a pile of rubble while you two begin a well-funded life of leisure. I didn't say that. It's bad enough the only time I get to see her is when she comes here to relay something that you're displeased with. Now we're just accepting that if forced to choose between a long future with you and a short one with me... there's no chance she'll even consider the latter. Of course she will choose you. The fort is going to fall. Tomorrow. Next week. Someday. And I do not believe for a moment that you are stupid enough to let yourself be buried beneath it when it does. It will pain her to leave me behind... What we have shared these past few months, it will be very hard. But you... without you, there is no her. I am here in part to secure my own future. I will not apologize for that. But that is not why I'm asking you to cooperate with me. I am asking because though I know we have our differences, I know there is one thing we share. We both love her. Let us make sure her future at least is secure. [men shouting] Man: Heave! [explosion] [water splashes] ♪ ♪ Stand ready! [grunting] [men shouting] [wind whistling] [grunting] [ship groaning] [grunts] [yelling] Ah! [groans] You don't need to be doing this. I can finish it. I'm useless to 'em up top. Gotta do my part somehow. You shouldn't talk that way, you know. We got our share of useless fuck on this crew. You ain't one. This is the second time in the last few months I'm facing certain death. And you are again offering moral support. Does that mean we're married? [soft laugh] [groans] Don't. fuck' hell. What part of "let us take care of you" did you not understand? If it wasn't for you, we'd all be planted at the bottom of the Charles Town bay. We got a debt for that. It ain't right not to let us pay it. All the shit we been through the last few months, do you wanna know what the most terrifying part of all of it's been? "We'll take care of you." I get it. Do you? 'Course I do. Look at me. I know what it's like to be afraid of being the one ain't strong enough to stick. But it don't work that way, yeah? And even if it did, it wouldn't work like that for you. Captain! We're standing by! The rig won't hold! We must break the sails before we lose the mast! Take down the course and the topgallants now! Now! Now! Now! Billy! Get those topgallants up! Rogelio, is the halyard running free?! It's stuck! It's bound up by the mast! It's not coming down! [wind whistling] [ship groaning] At first, when my father left, I only watched. My guardian, a slave belonging to my father, ran the operation in his stead. Eventually, I felt it was time I stepped in. How old were you at this point? I was 17. How does one persuade an island full of thieves and murderers to respect the authority of a 17-year-old girl? I identified the one they were most afraid of and I threw him off the island. What was his name? His name was Edward Teach. You're getting all of this, yes? Um... please. Continue. He sailed at the head of a pirate fleet with a man named Benjamin Hornigold. I conspired with Hornigold, offered him control of Fort Nassau to turn against Teach. Eventually, I isolated him from all of his former allies until it was just him and his protégé, a young captain he had groomed in his image, trained as a peerless fighter. Had they stayed together, they might have resisted me. But the protégé turned? Yes. And once he'd sided with me, Teach had no choice but to withdraw. After that, my credibility with crews on the beach was in good order. And the protégé, what was his name? His name was Charles Vane. Leave us, please. Now. I need very specific answers to the following questions. Ask me what you want to ask me. Charles Vane sided with you? Yes. Betrayed his mentor, betrayed Edward Teach for you? Yes. You were... I was fucking him. Where are you going? To inform the captain of the Gloucestershire he's about to head home. Plus one passenger. You never asked me. I needed to ask? I never lied. I was fully prepared to set foot on that island and say his name, say that the universal pardon had an exception, put my credibility at risk based solely on your counsel, and it was all to settle a personal feud with a former lover? Why did you bring me here? You know these men's names, you know the things they have done. But I know them. I know Flint is dangerous, but he can be reasoned with. I know Rackham is devious, but all he cares about is his legacy. And because I have history with Charles Vane, I know him most of all. I'm all too aware what he is capable of destroying when he sets his mind on it. I underestimated him and I lost my father. The Lord Governor Ashe underestimated him, and Charles Town burned. What is it you would like to have him take from you? Why, in God's name, would I trust you? Nassau is my father's house. It is my birthright, and I am obligated to see it set right, to see its monsters driven out. You don't have to trust me because we have mutual self-interest. And that makes for better partners. [grunting] Captain. I understand why you are here, and I understand why this troubles you. But they do not understand. In the interest of getting this done as quickly as possible, perhaps it would be better if all our roles were more clearly defined. To avoid unnecessary and uncomfortable confusion. Teach: A man puts a dead thing in the ground, he expects it to stay there. Sometimes it comes back. I harbored such resentment in that moment all those years ago when you turned your back on me... though I sailed countless leagues with you, fought countless battles with you, taught countless lessons to you... and you did it all for a girl. ♪ ♪ Good to see you, old friend. [chatter] For years, I've laid my head down at night, and no matter where I was, there was an odor would arrive at my nose... Brine and hides and pitch and shit. The perfume of this place. Across eight years and as many wives and... so many distractions. Oh, then I meet wife number nine. And to my surprise, I stop thinking about Nassau. The smell goes away. For almost three weeks. And then news comes across my door that there are no more Guthries in Nassau. One dead, the other in chains. It seemed a sign it was time I returned. They're both dead. Really? I heard that the spectacle of Eleanor Guthrie's trial could go on for months. They are both dead. Mm. What happened between she and I, our role in forcing you out of this place, it's in the past. So if you returned looking to gloat about how it turned out or looking for some sort of apology from me, then you can go fuck yourself. Forced me out? Is that the story you've been telling yourself all this time? That's how I remember it. All I remember... A young man's poor judgment which forced me to choose between killing him and walking away and letting him live. Not quite the same thing. If you think I've been sitting around, waiting for an apology all this time, I don't know what to tell you. Then why are you here? Whose is that? What? Man-of-war out there. I assume that's the ship Flint used to sack Charles Town. It's here and he isn't. I'm just asking whose it is. Ours. So don't get any fuck' ideas. Who's "ours"? I have partners. In a compact toward the common defense of this place. Provide a stipend to the crews on the beach, in exchange for their agreement to follow our lead in battle, should the need arise to defend the island. Mm. Smells differently than I remember. Maybe it's changed, or maybe I've just been misremembering it all this time. Let's go. Where? I'd like to meet these partners of yours. [wind whistling] [men shouting] Get up there! Slack off the truss lashing! Get it moving! Cut it loose if you have to! [grunting] [creaking] ♪ ♪ [rain pattering] Keep her steady! Hold fast, men. [wind whistling] Knockdown! [screaming] Whoa! [screams] [screaming] Bub! [screams] [thunder crashing] [men screaming] Captain! Captain! With that topgallant loose, it'll drive us into the sea! We must reduce the windage, or we'll sink. Give me another block! Give me another block! [grunts] Look out! Gah! Aah! Aah! Oh, my fucking leg! [both grunting] Pull 'em out! [grunting] Get out! Come on. Here, here, take my hand. [grunting] [men screaming] [grunting] [screaming] Help! Help! [wind whistling] [groans] Hey! Help! Help! Help! Help! [screams] [man screams] [ship groaning] Silver: Help! God... ! They say the worst of it don't last long. What the water does to you once it's got you. It makes you cold, makes you scared. It shows you things. Bad things. But then it warms you. It settles you. [grunts] It shows you the places you've been. Like the people you've loved. They're all there waiting for you. It doesn't sound so bad. fuck. Come on. [grunting, breathing heavily] fuck... [gasping] [grunting] Oh, fuck. Hey! Wait! Take my... God... God, come on! [grunting] Come on, come on, please! [muffled yelling] Ah, God! [splashing] No. [panting] fuck! Aah! fuck! [sobbing] fuck! fuck! [bell rings] [music playing] [chatter] Found that. At the inn by the bar. Oh, I know. Mr. Warren misplaced it yesterday. No, that one we found in the privy yesterday. This is the new one he was dispersed today. Are you certain? [sighs] Just how fucking stupid, exactly, are your men? It's hard to say. Ah, to a momentous return. A man of your ability and experience will be a most welcome addition to our ranks. Jack. Rackham. That's my name. You were the scrawny one... who was trying so desperately to join Charles' first crew. Flint I can understand, but this is your third partner? Vane: Jack took the Urca de Lima prize. Transported it, secured it. He's been employing it to provide for Nassau's defense. Nassau, as I'm sure you recall, lacks the will to form an identity. It is and always has been fragments of an idea, and without identity... An organized defense? Near impossible. The stipends... create an obligation to follow one command in the event of a threat to the island. Captain Flint, as the island's most able naval tactician, would command our forces on the water, and Charles would captain the militia to defend the land. Why? Beg your pardon? Why are you so determined to defend Nassau? Because Henry Avery set his camp here and said, "This is a place for free men." And because you sailed from here and made this place feared. Because Henry Jennings and Benjamin Hornigold and Sam Bellamy gave Nassau life. And you think your name belongs on that list. Yes, I understand. Man: Captain Teach? We hear you're taking on new men. We'd like to join you. If you please. [scoffs] When I was a young man in this place, it was a settled notion that in order to join a crew of any repute, one had to prove his worth. Two men, evenly matched, bare fists, the only measure of difference between them being the measure of their will. Now all a man need do is say "please." You want us to fight each other for this? I had such hopes for this place when I heard the Guthries had gone. Thought it had a chance to return to what it once was, return to that state. But now I see there's no hope of that anymore. You have taken away the one thing that made Nassau what it was. You have given her prosperity. Strife is good. Strife makes a man strong. For if a man is capable of confronting death daily, functioning in the face of it, there's no telling what else that man can do, and a man whose limits cannot be known is a very hard man to defeat in battle. Now I look around me and I see crews filled with men who've only ever won a prize through surrender. I see captains who ought to have been deposed months ago keep their office because their men are comfortable. I see decay everywhere. Now, I returned to go on the account as I know it. I returned because in this place I believed I could find the men necessary to do so and, in particular, one man that I thought worthy of standing alongside me at the head of a terrible fleet. I wonder if he's still here. [breathing heavily] [music playing] [chatter] Now, listen. I am committed to defending the gold, the fort, this place, to preserving it for an age. I owe that to my partners. I owe it to myself. I cannot imagine failure. But I cannot deny the potential for it either. You will organize the exchanges... Gold for things of equal value, yet small and light. Mr. Featherstone and I will facilitate moving the gold from the treasury in secret to the site of each location. You will keep it quiet. Only as many men as it takes to secure the transactions. I don't like how any of this looks, our scurrying about, stashing things away in dark places like fucking rodents preparing for the winter. And most critically, I do not want my partners, Captains Flint or Vane, to hear about it. If either of them catches wind of this, shit, I don't know. Just keep your mouth shut about it. What did you say to him? Tell me the truth. What did you say to make him change his mind? You and I spoke of what will likely happen the day England returns to this place. We spoke of how I must stay. Must find a way to enter into their world, and I believe you would want to enter it with me. I believe that in this moment you cannot fathom leaving me. But if we are honest with each other, I think we both know... Stop. Sooner or later, the day is going to come when, no matter our feelings, the world will demand that you and I... [men shouting] We'll be heading into the wind! Things'll get rougher! Captain! There's nothing more to be done. We should heave to, ride it out below. Hornigold knows our last position. They'll be patrolling downwind. The storm'll blow us right to him. Head up now... Close as you can. Captain, this is mad! Billy, make it so. You two, man the starboard braces. Man: You heard, man the braces! [hatch opens] Hold it. Hold it. [men grunting] Billy: Got to close the hatch. Man: Close the hatch! [wind whistling] Where's the captain? [wind whistling loudly] [mean chattering] [water splashing gently] Not that I anticipate it will alter your behavior in any way, but you should know I do not approve of this. I know what I'm doing. Like most of London, I read your memoir. Marveled at your privateering exploits. It was quite a story. But I hear things. Certain details of your grand voyage, rash decisions and the terrible injuries that followed, the scars of which are... left out of the pages of your account. [soft laugh] But perhaps harder to erase elsewhere. Were you so confident then as you are now? [bell rings] Captain Hornigold. Welcome aboard. Mr. Dufresne. I have news to relay, sir, but first, I'm sorry, I must address a rumor I've heard since my arrival here, a rumor most troubling about a fugitive that you've made a part of your endeavor. Jesus. I would introduce you, but, uh, from what I understand, you're quite familiar with one another. Respectfully, that woman is not to be trusted. I know, but perhaps I don't need to trust her. And, by way of context, I don't much trust you either. Let's assume you'll each be a check on the other, and I'll count myself fortunate. What news, Captain? I engaged Captain Flint as promised. When he and his crew declined my offer of pardons, I pressed my advantage and drove him, already battered, into a tempest. When it subsided, I patrolled the area extensively and recovered several pieces of fresh debris. Debris? What kind of debris? The definitive kind. Captain Flint is dead. [wood creaking] [no audio] [no audio] ♪ ♪ [gasps] [men shouting indistinctly] We're not moving. Where are we? The storm drove us east into the Sargasso Sea. We are becalmed. Stores? Most of the fresh water was lost in the flooding in the storm. The food that could be salvaged, we have a few days. Maybe a week. How far to the nearest coast? At our current speed? About three times that. Silver: Unless the wind returns soon... we won't survive this. 3x03: XXI Flint: We're going that way. Silver: That's a ship killer. We should have taken the pardons. The men, I understand. Flint had them exactly where he needed them. But he had me there, too. These are identical. What are you suggesting? That we exchange it, find partners, and trade coin for commodities far easier to protect. Teach: I returned to go on the account as I know it, because in this place I believed I could find the men necessary to do so. And in particular one man that I thought worthy of standing alongside me at the head of a terrible fleet. I'm all too aware what Charles Vane's capable of destroying when he sets his mind on it. What is it you would like to have him take from you? Captain Flint is dead. We're not moving. The storm drove us east. We are becalmed. ♪ [Waves crashing, music playing] [Distant voices, laughter] [Man groaning] [Groaning continues] Son of the wealthiest man in St. Kitts, they say. Also say he fucked his partner out of their trading company. Stole it all. A world where he's the civilized one and we're the savages is a world I'm never gonna fuck' understand. [Groans] Oh. [Giggles] That was nice. Hopefully we have shown you our thanks for agreeing to conduct this transaction on our soil and that we can be most hospitable to our partners in trade. Now shall we conclude our business? 316 black pearls to be exchanged for 46,121 pieces of eight. The method of our figuring this value for each item has been recorded if either party wishes to know it. I would like to see it, please. A literate Negress. [Chuckles] Is there no end to the surprises this place has to offer? What the fuck did he just say? [Speaks French] I imagine she comes from slave stock. Of some sort, yeah? I understand she can dress as a civilized woman, but to behave as one, that is impressive. The accounts are acceptable. We have a deal. You seem like a lovely creature. When the governor arrives, if you do indeed flee, there will be a place for you in my employ. Governor? What governor? You are disposing of your treasury of ill-gotten plunder so you might leave this place before the new regime arrives. That's what I thought this was all about in the first place. You don't know, do you? Invasion? A fleet. Eight ships, soldiers, 700, all led by a man claiming to have been appointed governor of this place and empowered to take it back by force if necessary. News of this is spreading quickly. How long until they arrive here? 12 days, approximately. How many batteries have been repaired on the fort walls? Two. Two guns each. The fifth and sixth guns are going up tomorrow. Did he say how the fleet was comprised? How many men of war? He didn't say. Well, how many guns did he say? He didn't say. Well, whatever it is, six guns ain't gonna be enough to stop it. If they were supporting a fleet in the bay. A line in defense of the harbor mouth. Yeah, but how many of those crews can we honestly expect to participate in that fight? A third? Half if we're lucky? What if it were all of them? All the crews. All that matter, yes. Burgess. Woodall. The Cockrams. Have you met those people? They're not exactly a rally around a flag sort. How could you possibly convince them all to join a fight like this? Because if they all join, there may be no fight. A show of force. A massive show of force. A thousand men, a dozen ships, plus the man o' war, all organized for battle. Organized under who? Flint is still nowhere to be found. He'll return in time, and if he doesn't, I'll do it. Look me in the face and tell me you doubt it. If we all unite, the fight that we will present to our invaders will appear so costly and painful, they will choose to walk away from it rather than risk humiliation at our hands. Increase their fear of defeat, and we decrease the cost of our victory. I believe it is to be done. Tell me you do, too, and we'll make it happen together. Rogers: I've just concluded meeting with Commodore Chamberlain and his staff. The date has been set for our arrival in Nassau, roughly two weeks from today, and when that happens, decisions are gonna be made over a matter of hours that will determine the future of the island for decades to come. And almost all of it is going to depend upon that. What is this? The address I intend to make to the inhabitants of Nassau in which I will invite them all to accept the King's pardon and join my efforts to restore law, order, and commerce to new Providence island. So you're just going to sail into the harbor, row yourself onto the beach, and read this? Captain Hornigold believes that without Captain Flint, there is no one left on that island capable of mounting an organized defense of the bay. Do you disagree? An organized defense? Captain Flint was the only true strategist among them. But that doesn't mean that the others won't mount a disorganized one. Well, I'm not concerned about the odd skirmish. All that matters is whether that works. Commodore Chamberlain is resolved that either the pirates take to the pardon immediately or Nassau will be considered hostile territory. He would then mount a full-scale invasion of the beach, costing me any chance I might have of a peaceful transition. And you need my help to ensure that this address is drawn to win the most converts? Precisely. How sure are you that it would be a bad thing? What's that? If the Navy took over, stormed the beach and cleared it, and why would that be such a bad thing? I wouldn't say "law and order" here. Either is fine. The phrase they find upsetting. If the Navy takes the beach, there is no way I will recapture the trust of the men who would otherwise have surrendered. You wouldn't need their trust if they were either dead or terrified of you. Seems the Navy is offering to see to one or the other. It could take months to pacify the island by force. It would be preferable to me to spend those months building commerce instead of putting out fires. Yes, but if the Navy were to remove anybody who was setting those fires, again, would that not be preferable? How exactly did you become the one asking questions here? And anyone who thinks it's so easy to win a war by force has never actually been responsible for fighting one. You're not saying that you can't win. You're saying it would take too long to win it. With all these resources, you could outlast them. Clearly you could outlast them. So why are you so concerned about the time? There were a number of parties to whom I had to make promises in exchange for their support of this operation, schedules that had to be met. And with many of these parties, Whitehall, my equity investors, my creditors, the lapse of a deadline or two might be bargained away. But there is one particular party whose Patience I do not wish to test, a party whose history with the pirates of Nassau suggests an extreme reaction would likely follow. Spain. What did you have to promise them? That I would seize fort Nassau, secure the remains of the Urca de Lima's gold stored within it, and return it to Havana. Promptly. Failure to do so would confirm for them that I am simply a pirate by another name, not to be trusted, and would result in a launch of a fleet of ten ships and soldiers numbering 1,500 to raze Nassau to the ground. How long did they give you? Eight weeks. [Sighs] Eight? Jesus. As long as the fort is taken quickly and in its entirety, everything should be fine. Man: We're all dead men. Smote by a storm, the product of his rage. We are dead men. [Man coughs] Consigned to a place where we are no longer worthy even of the good lord's anger and must endure his indifference. We are dead men. Left to suffer, knowing that he no longer hears our cries, because in this place... He is absent. How bad is it? Since we've been becalmed, our rate of drift has suggested we had a good chance of making landfall on one of these islands in approximately a week to ten days' time. Based on our readings today and yesterday, however, I would say that that estimate is far too optimistic. We'll have to cut the men's rations again. I agree. If anything, stores are dwindling faster than we thought. Fresh water is just about gone. Food stores have been empty for about three days, and the haul from the eel nets isn't keeping pace. Mr. silver and I will inform the crew. It can't be uniform, the decreases in rations. At a certain point, if we're all weakened beyond the point at which any of us can hoist our sails, we're all dead anyway. Then what would you suggest? I would suggest that we draw up two lists. One with the names of the men critical to sailing this ship once the wind returns, and second, the men who aren't. You think we should feed some of the men more than others? No, I think we should feed some of the men and not others. The survival of the greatest number of men on this crew rests entirely on our ability to maneuver this ship to land. Any food that is diverted away from men necessary to that end only increases our chance that every one of us on this ship dies. You can't divide the men like that. Most of the men on that list will survive in a weakened state. Most of them. Well, why not just take the second list and push 'em over the side right now? Wouldn't that save us all a lot of trouble? Billy: Hey, hey, hey. Those men out there hear the two of you arguing, and they might just lose whatever faith they've got left that we have any idea what we're doing in here. I will challenge you with the men and resist this plan. If you challenge me in any way while we exist in this state, I will be forced to make an issue of how we entered into it in the first place. How your failure to inform them of the danger inherent in investigating Hallendale's ship led us into the trap that began all this. Billy: It is his responsibility to challenge you. Not now. Not in this state. I'm asserting that as captain in a life-threating situation, it is my right to have complete control over ship and men for the sake of their collective welfare until such time as we emerge from this situation. In the meantime, I will compile two lists. Those men entitled to full food and water rations, and those only on limited water for the time being. [Door slams] We'll need to keep a close eye on him. As dehydration sets in, we will all be subject to its effects. Loss of reason, anger... Eventually hallucinations. He isn't losin' his mind. He's been concerned about this for some time. About you. He thinks I have lost my reason. That the events of Charlestown and everything since is driving me mad. Is it? [Door opening, slamming] You want us to combine our forces and engage a fleet of a half a dozen ships, and you want us to do it with six guns supporting us from the fort so that we can frighten the British Navy into retreat? We understand there are eight ships, not six. Yes, to the rest of it. Jesus Christ, Jack. Uh, if I may. It stands to reason that if we threaten to defend this place, then we need to have a plan to follow through. If the bluff is called, then we... there is no bluff here. If we can discourage them from engaging, so much the better. If not, we fight to protect the island. Throckmorton: With who in command of the fleet? No one's seen Flint in weeks. When he hears news of the invasion, he'll return. But if he doesn't? No man has his skill in leading a fleet in battle. Not even you. What the fuck's the matter with you people? We haven't done enough for you? You turn your back on us now? You can see his point, though. If no Flint, the strategy involved in coordinating this fleet will be... [whistles] That's enough. You, sit down. And the rest of you, please listen closely. I never approved of Eleanor Guthrie's harsh mothering of this place. I believe my record on that issue is in good order. That said, if you're going to behave like children, then I will be your daddy. When this meeting breaks, I will address the street, your crews, and I will persuade them that a defense of this place isn't just desirable, it is critical to their ability to call themselves men. I'll have them in such a state that any captain in this room who speaks in opposition to this plan... opposition borne from what? A fear of losing. Will not long call himself captain. Hmm? I'm committed to this. Charles is committed to this. Captain Flint will be returning soon. He is most committed to this. And if that weren't enough, you will recall that Anne and I have put thousands of pieces into your pockets in contemplation of the day when your cooperation would be called upon to defend this place. That day is today, and you will answer the call. Teach: Flint is dead. [Men murmur] News was in St. Kitts. Went down in a storm, pursued by the leading edge of this invasion force, the pirate hunter by the name of Benjamin Hornigold. [Murmuring continues] Before anyone commits to anything, just know that you'll be doing it without Flint. But I may be able to offer an alternative. Let us agree that if you walk downstairs without something to bring those men together, to unify them, there will be no defense of this harbor, that you will fall the moment challenged. And you can offer me that something? Yes. Me. I'm prepared to step into Captain Flint's shoes, unify those men, prosecute a defense of the harbor, and repel the Navy from here definitively if once I've done it, you agree to join me in sailing away from here for good. You would enter into a fight to defend something you have so little regard for just to have my partnership? Yes. I know you're incapable of running from this fight, going back on your word to your friend downstairs, so I won't ask you to. But I will offer you the best of all possible worlds... beat the English, keeping your word to Rackham, and being free of the burden of this place all at once. Burden of this place? You not heard a word I've said? I am committed to it. Your commitment is your burden. Consider what this place has forced you to become since you made that commitment... a slaveholder, a man forced to beg his peers to join him in battle. There's not a man in that parlor who would lift a finger in your defense, yet you would die in theirs. Jack would. Jack has. Of course he has. How else does a man like that survive in a place like this except cleave himself to one stronger than he? And for this, he offers you what? Loyalty? That is how a dog survives. Not a man. I do not seek your partnership because I am too weak to defend myself. I don't seek it to protect my things or to increase profit. Then why do you? You've been gone eight years, and suddenly my partnership is this valuable to you? Why? Eight years. Nine wives. No sons. There is an instinct to leave behind something made in one's own image. Nature has denied me the ability, it would seem, but not the need. But whereas the natural way requires no consent from the other party, in this case, I'm not so lucky. So there it is. Yes or no? [Chattering] He's leaving. Once this is done, assuming we're still alive, he's leaving with Teach. I heard. It bothers me... I don't know why, but it bothers me. Why do you think that is? 'Cause you give a shit what he thinks of you? You always have. You think? Yeah. You ain't alone. Plenty of men in this place have done plenty of stupid shit just to hear Charles Vane call him a proper pirate. Though might be you're the only one who actually made a career of it. [Chuckles] Heard you refused your water ration yesterday. I wish you wouldn't do that. Flint's only granting me the ration as a fuck you to prove that power's in his hands. I won't give him the satisfaction. It doesn't matter. And I don't like how it looks, me having a full ration while they waste away, and then asking them to trust me. It doesn't matter. Those men, all of them, even the ones left out, they trust you to be able to stand up to the captain when the time comes. And you can't do that if he's got his strength and you don't. That has been the problem all along. That's the thing gates never understood and a thing you never understood. You cannot decide to follow a man like that and then pick and choose when you deny him. It's your job to deny him. If I challenge him directly, he and I will be at such extreme odds in front of the men, it will be the end of this crew one way or another, and I can't allow that to happen. So, once again, he is able to conjure the reality he desires just as it was in Charlestown. And just as it was in that storm. There is no denying a man with that kind of power. What are you talking about? You're saying Flint conjured that storm? He conjured us into it. And who's more powerful? The one who made the storm or the one who convinced us into battle to defeat it? A man of his capacities, his state of mind becomes reality. We are subject to it. And right now his state of mind's so dark, it threatens to kill us all. Take your rations. I mean it. I'm clearheaded, Billy. I see him. During that feud with Vane over the fort, I sat in his cabin and I watched him turn himself inside out over the idea that anyone in Nassau would see him as the villain in that story. Well, now he's the greatest villain in the new world. We all see it. We all follow him because of it. I think it's torture for him, and I think the only way he can imagine it stopping is when there are no more of us left to witness it. [Footsteps thudding, men cursing] Man: fucking thieves! Silver: You both stand accused of a crime most serious. Theft of food held in reserve in a time such as this is a betrayal of trust of the most profound sort. The penalty for such a betrayal is, by necessity, extreme. You were both charged with keeping watch over what little remains of our food stores. A full day's rations are now gone, yet each of you accuses the other of the crime. As your quartermaster, as your friend, I'm going to implore you one last time, whichever of you is the guilty man, to confess. Repair in some small part the trust you've breached with your brothers. I swear, I wouldn't have done such a thing. I don't have it in me. Please don't fucking hang me. Shut the fuck up. You all seen me these last few weeks out here. Never blubbered, never bitched. I weathered this shit as well as any of you. So don't fucking tell me I'd do something this fucking cowardly and then blame it on a sniveling shit like this one. One of us is a liar, all right, but it sure as fuck isn't me. [Sighs] Man: Oh, shit. [Both panting] Captain. Thank you. Oh, dear god, thank you for seeing the truth. [Cocks gun] Wait. No. [Stuffing barrel] No. Wait. You need to say something. [Stuffing barrel] Don't do this. I ain't done nothing. I swear it. Forgive me. [Shuddering] Does everyone understand? Does anyone have anything to say? If you're not strong enough to do what needs to be done, then I'll do it for you. [Sobbing] [Horse whinnies] [Lock clicks] Bonny: What the hell is that? It is a balance. Yeah, what's it here for? There is no point in delaying any longer. There will be no more merchants, no more exchanges. Sooner or later, that fleet will be upon us. Sooner or later, it will be time for you and I to go our separate ways. It would be wise if we are prepared and our shares are split evenly. Tell me why. We've been through this. No, you told me why I wouldn't stay here with you. But you ain't said why you won't come with me. If we lose, if we have to leave this place, why are you so set on staying? Why the fuck could you want to live in a world that says that fat pig on the beach is a man to be respected? A world that wants its sons to become that? When I was very small, I would sneak out of the slave quarters at night to the main house. I would stand outside the window to the parlor. I would stand amongst the heat and the bugs and the filth on my toes to see inside. Inside that house was a little girl my age... With the most beautiful skin. I watched her dance while her father played music and her mother sewed. I watched her read and eat and sing and sleep, kept safe and warm and clean by her father. My father. The things it took to make that room possible, they were awful things. But inside that room was peace. That is what home is to me. When you and I began, you did not choose me. Something that lives inside you beyond choice made it so, so I know you understand how this lives beyond choice for me, too. Our roads are going to diverge. Let it be now so we may not live in fear of it. [Softly] Yeah. You should stay... To see it be divided evenly. I trust you. [Men coughing, speaking quietly] Maybe you were right. Maybe he is dangerous to us in this state. And maybe there is nothing we can do to stop him right now without shattering the crew. But if he kills another innocent man in this crew to make a point, or tries to... I'm going to do something about it. So I suggest you get this situation under control before that happens. [Panting] I told you, eh? I just don't see a way. Gates figured it out. The Barlow woman figured it out. He listened to them, altered his plans when they told him to. It's possible. The difference is he saw them as his equal. He respected them that way, so he was willing to listen. You need to find a way to do the same. Both of those people ended up dead. ♪ When I lost Thomas, I raged. I was distraught. I wept. But with you... I'm ruined over you. When I first met you, you were so... Unformed. And then I spoke and bade you cast aside your shame, and Captain Flint was born into the world... the part of you that always existed yet never were you willing to allow into the light of day. I was mistress to you when you needed love. I was wife to you when you needed understanding. But first and before all... I was mother. I have known you like no other. So I love you like no other. I will guide you through it, but at its end is where you must leave me. At its end is where you will find the peace that eludes you, and at its end lies the answer you refuse to see. Billy: It's hard to tell how big she is. There isn't much above the surface. But it hasn't moved since we spotted it, so it's almost certainly dead. Whale carcass. That's a week's worth of water. Food times three. They float when they rot. After they rot. Make ready the launch. De Groot: It's a waste of energy. Make ready the launch. I'm going to see it myself. There's too much at stake. You gonna row out there on your own? I'm one of two men who've been on full rations for the last few days. You're the other. Let's go. [Wood creaking] [Both breathing heavily] I stole it from you. What? The Urca gold. I told you we were deceived about its having been recovered by the Spanish. Wasn't entirely true. You were deceived. I built the lie... Enlisted the scouts, arranged the sale of the information to Captain Rackham. I conceived it all. You know, I've had my fill of hearing you go on about this crew being too weak to keep up with you. Some of them may be weaker than you, some of them may be less smart, but don't you for a second believe I fit that description. Whatever happens out here, one thing is certain. You will account for me. Why are you telling me all this? So you can decide... To fight me, maybe kill me, and figure out a way of hauling yourself back to that ship alone or acknowledge the fact that you and I would be a hell of a lot better off as partners than as rivals. You conceived all of this? The cover story, the end game on the jetty? Waiting for the scouts to return? Yes. What did you do with your share? I gave up my claim to it. Why did you do that? Because I saw no way to hold it and remain a part of this crew. And without these men, all I am is an invalid. Flint: Oh, god. Oh, it stinks. Oh... Oh, it's long gone. Oh, we can't eat that. Let's head back to the ship. [Grunting] [Thuds] [Thud] We can eat those. [Shouts] [Yells] [Grunts] [Both grunting] [Grunting continues] fuck! [Grunting] Again? [Panting] What happened out there? Progress. How can you know for sure? Because I'm still alive, I suppose. [Wind whistling softly] [Men shouting] Man: Sails on the horizon! It would appear, sir, that your information is less than complete. Perhaps you should ask this one who it is. There are masts at the mouth of the harbor. Appear to be in a firing line. Do you recognize any of their banners? [Breathing heavily] What did you see? North... northeast. Just cresting the horizon. How many ships? Looks to be eight, maybe nine. Three hours, give or take, till they're near. Let's get the men aboard ship. [Men shouting] Chamberlain: That formation ensures that any approach in the harbor mouth will result in significant damage to our fleet. Apparently, Captain Teach is every bit the tactician they say he is. What are you suggesting? That we withdraw? I'm suggesting that I see no obvious means by which we can reclaim Nassau town, not without risking the loss of significant assets of his majesty's Navy. [Sighs] Then I'll go to the beach myself. Beg pardon? I will have a launch ferry me to the sand alone, and I will make the pardon address. It is out of the question. Why? Because my charge is to ensure this endeavor's safety and yours and I'll not answer to a plan that reckless. Eleanor: It shouldn't be you. If you send someone else to read the pardon address, someone known to the men on that beach, it might work. Someone have her removed. I don't have time for this. Hold... hold on. What are you suggesting? That you go to read the address? No, it can't be me either. I have too many enemies between here and that beach. Rogers: Then who? Him. Half the men in that bay have sailed under him at one point or another. They respect him as much if not more than any other man that's sailed under the black. They'd Grant him passage under a flag of truce, and they'd listen to what he had to say. And you don't give a shit if he dies in the process. [Man whistles] Why are we letting him pass? Shoot on that man and under the flag of truce and the half of Nassau that remember him as the foundation of this place will rebel against the other half. Whatever's about to happen, there's no stopping it now. In the name of the governor of New Providence Island, the Honorable Woodes Rogers, "the time has come to bring a wayward child back into the fold," an island that rejected its parent empire, but that must long for the embrace of civilization once again. Be it proclaimed that any man on this island who will accept that embrace, who will renounce violence against the crown, who will renounce piracy, that man will be offered a full, complete, and unqualified pardon. No matter what you've done, no matter how irredeemable you believe it to be, your king and your governor wish to offer you a clean slate, a new beginning here in Nassau. All of you, that is, but one. One so committed to disorder and chaos that his presence is incompatible with civilized society. Be it known there shall be a bounty of 10,000 pounds sterling for the capture of the pirate Charles Vane, "dead or alive." [Murmuring] [Quietly] What the fuck's he doing? Captain. [Shouting] [Birds chirping] [Whistles] ♪ 3x04: XXII Teach: I'm prepared to prosecute a defense of the harbor and repel the navy from here definitively if you agree to join me in sailing away from here for good. I stole it from you, the Urca gold. Whatever happens out here, one thing is certain... you and I would be a hell of a lot better off as partners than as rivals. I will have a launch ferry me to the sand alone, and I will make the pardon address. It shouldn't be you. If you send someone known to the men on that beach, it might work. Be it proclaimed that any man on this island who will renounce piracy will be offered a full and unqualified pardon. All of you, that is, but one. There shall be a bounty of £10,000 sterling for the capture of Charles Vane, dead or alive. Flint: Since we've been becalmed, our rate of drift has suggested we had a good chance of making landfall on one of these islands. (Seagulls calling) (Waves crashing) (Birds chirping) (Man shouting commands) (Grunting) (Indistinct chatter) (Groans) Does it hurt? Less so. You know, fresh water helps. The men have been asking questions. Soon we'll need an answer. What's next for us? I've been thinking about our engagement with Captain Hornigold. He offered pardons to our entire crew. He had no way of knowing how many men we even had, which suggests he had the number covered by a wide margin. And once someone's given him 100, what's to say they haven't given him 200? 500? More? Go on. And Billy said something to me. Said that someone else likely procured those pardons for Hornigold. I started wondering. If you're Whitehall and you have it in your head you want to finally retake Nassau from the pirates, isn't the opening move in that attack the introduction of a universal pardon? You been putting this together all this time and never saying anything to me about it? Well, you and I haven't exactly been on the warmest of terms lately. No, I... I suppose not. Well, then it's clear. The men must be prepared to return to an embattled Nassau. They must know we're about to join a fight to resist a British incursion. It's likely over already. The fight. If there was one at all. It's likely it didn't last long. (Gasps) The pardons will be tempting, but our men resisted. Our men resisted because you and I told them to. For whatever reason, when you and I speak with one voice, we seem to be able to compel them to any end. But Nassau will not be able to maintain that sort of resolve. Not without you or I there to help instill it. How can you be so sure about this? (Men murmuring) (Men muttering) When I assembled my staff of advisors for this enterprise, I spared no expense. Some of the most promising sons of the most prominent families in London. Brilliant minds. Full of ambition. In this moment, I think it fair to say I wouldn't trade you for any 10 of them. You're very kind. No, I'm very accountable. By daybreak tomorrow, I'm told more than half of the pirates will have accepted the King's pardon and we will be ready to move my flag onto the island. In the 30 days that follow, I will need to accomplish 90 days worth of progress just to keep schedule. I will need someone by my side at all times to aid in seeing it done. A senior counselor serving without portfolio. At the moment, I believe you represent the best candidate for it. (Chuckles) Because I suggested sending Hornigold to the beach? Because you're smart without needing anyone to explain to you how to be. And because you're not afraid of being thought to be wrong when you know that you're right. Won't the promising sons resent my presence in such a senior capacity? I'm fairly certain I don't care. Do you? No. Good. Then you're hired. Let us begin. (Pounding on door) Man: £10,000 they're paying for Vane's head, Jack. Now, I know you ain't got no need for the money, but for fuck's sake, don't be greedy. You and I have known each other for years. It's the least you could do for a friend. Who is he? Man: Look, sooner or later, there's gonna be 100 more men out here, Jack, and this ain't gonna be your decision anymore. (Men shouting) Open it. You recognize him? Man: What the fuck, Jack? Paul something or other. Man: Come on, Jack. Let us in. Why just you? Island full of murdering, thieving fuck and you were the only one they can't forgive? How does that make any sense? I don't know. But whatever the reason, the men behind that door will soon be joined by hundreds more seeking the bounty. In an hour. We'll be besieged. The men have cast their lots. They are resolved that you convince Captain Vane to depart the fort. They believe that turning him over might convince the British commander to allow them to keep the fort and the gold. Safe to say the fight to defend Nassau is off to an inauspicious beginning. Teach is still on the bay. There may yet be a way to salvage some defense. It's over. It's over. Now all that remains is that we escape this place and survive. All the doors are covered by men seeking the bounty. And I have to imagine the tunnel exits are being watched as well, given Hornigold's familiarity with them. Then I suggest we manufacture a new exit. ♪ (Men chatting) (Birds chirping) (Groaning) You all right? No. Who are they? Maroons. Escaped slaves. They must have a camp upriver. Judging by their numbers, a large one. Billy: They must have spied the ship from a distance. From up in the hills there. Dooley: We've taken slaves onto the crew before. Freed a lot of them. Won't that put us in good stead with them? We've sold more than we've freed, and they know it. And even if we hadn't, they'd assume we did. (Groans) Pick up your man. It's all right. Shit. Ah! (Indistinct chatter) (Blows horn) (Horn blows) (Men whooping) (Dog barking) (Indistinct murmuring) (Shouts in foreign language) Which is your captain? I am. What is your name? Flint. Which one is your quartermaster? I am. (Rooster crows) You speak for your men? Yes? Then I speak with you. How did you find this place? We were defeated in battle. Thrown by a storm onto your shore. There was no design in it. Who else knew your position? Who else knows where to find you? No one. We're alone. I give you my word. Were you me, would you wager the lives of all those in your care on the word of a pirate? That one. (Shouting in foreign language) Dooley: Where are they taking him? Flint: They'll interrogate us one by one, make sure our stories jibe. And then what? Man: For those that survive the first purge, it'll be hard labor. Though not like any you've ever known. But of the kind they've known. Cruel and violent. Whatever methods they've seen done to their own kind, they feel resolved to repeat it upon those they deem complicit. Who are you? My name is Ben Gunn. I'm the last of 13 crewmen on a slave trader captured whilst careening on the windward side of the island. I've learned 12 hard lessons from that woman. Each with the same end. That sooner or later, death awaits any man who lays eyes on this place. And that before it arrives, she is determined to make you fear it. We need to get out of here. Rapidly. (Indistinct chatter) Where the fuck have you been? Just putting some things in order. You said you'd put him out, Jack. Quite right. Quick goodbye. Last cigar. Surely you don't mind. Anne: Did you do it? Yeah. Fuse is lit. In a few minutes, that wall is going to be a lot shorter. Finding it hard to believe there is near enough material in that magazine to cause the sort of damage you seem to think it will. Believe it. I have lost years of my life these last months trying to rebuild this place. I'll be goddamned if the new governor is going to inherit the fruits of all that labor. Not whole, at any rate. Now, when it happens, we should have a clear path over the rubble. We'll cover your escape to the jetty. It's not going to be easy. The whole island is seeking that bounty. My escape? You plan to stay? Teach respects you. You'll sail with him without looking over your shoulder the whole time wondering whether he's gonna back someone else to take your place. But me, I have no interest in living as a target of his. Jack, you know there's no way I'd ever let that happen. Nor would I be a ward of yours. I've made something for myself here. I'll make it again somehow, but I've come too far to go back. You'll take the pardon, I presume. Who knows? I haven't got that far yet. But wherever we land, Anne and I will be taken care of. Taken care of? How? You set aside some of the gold? She did. How much? Mmm. Quit fucking around. Put him out. Right, just a moment. fucking never liked you. (Men shouting) What? I was just gonna say, "I'll see you soon," but that would probably be a lie, wouldn't it? Probably. (Hands clasp) Godspeed, Charles. fuck you, Jack. (Indistinct chatter) Commodore reports no change in their posture, but he believes it's only a matter of time until we can expect their surrender. Teach and his men will never take the pardons. His crew will be filled with fanatics. Even fanatics need to eat. With the beach secured and no escape possible, they have no means to replenish supplies. Time is against them. You haven't asked. About the status of Captain Vane. I understand that there are a great many elements to this operation, of which Charles is just one. I trust that if there's any development on that issue you will let me know. Good. Then may I ask what it is that's causing you to make that face? My appointment as your advisor. I understand that you don't care what reaction your people may have to it, but your people, I'm afraid, are only half the issue. I have enemies on that island. Enemies who may be far less likely to accede to your authority, seeing me beside you offering my counsel. I have no idea what the future may hold for me here, but I believe your success is key to it. The last thing I would want to do is undermine you. (explosion) (Men shouting) (Bell ringing) (Murmuring) Jesus Christ. Mr. Dufresne, pass word to the men. Captain Vane is very likely at large. Remind them of the prize that awaits his captor, please. (Speaking foreign language) Gunn: She's everything here. Priestess, governess, warlord. They say there's a king, her husband, that he exists abroad, salvaging those rare items necessary for life here, but impossible to produce. I've seen no evidence of him. Here her word is supreme. She's not to be underestimated. What about the other one? Down there. Gunn: Daughter, I believe. From the deference she's shown, I imagine she's next in line. Why? If we do nothing, they likely kill us. If we attempt to escape, they likely kill us or the forest does it for them. Oughtn't we be searching for a third option with a better ending? Like what? I think they want us to think they're all of one mind here. But in a place like this, how can that be? There is a sympathetic ear out there. We just need to find it. (Horse whinnies) (Indistinct chatter) ♪ (Grunting) (Groans) (Panting) (gun) (gun) (Groans) (Body thumps) Pass word to the commodore. Resistance within the fort has been defeated. The fort wall already breached, there was little chance to resist. And the gold? What will I say was the effect of the blast on our efforts to retrieve it? Jesus, I don't know. Tell him... tell him it didn't help matters. Man: Name, please. Man 2: William Tennyson. Man: Where were you born? Please prepare a document for Mr. Scott. Of course, sir. Good to see you, friend. Glad you'll be joining our efforts. If this is what Nassau is to be, I see no value in resisting what is clearly inevitable. Hardly a ringing endorsement. I admit, I have my reservations with the new regime, but I sleep better on this side of the pardon than I did on the other. So how can I be of help to you? Funny you should ask. I've just returned from the fort. Damage is extensive. I know you were tasked with restoring it the first time. And I would be happy to do so again. Don't be too eager. Captain Rackham's slave laborers are nowhere to be found. They escaped? Someone must have left the pen unlocked. They overran a handful of guards. Well, perhaps I can help in finding them and bringing them back. You'd do that? I oversaw them for weeks. They know me. They might be persuaded to return knowing that they would be treated fairly, rather than risk being caught by, uh... less-understanding redcoats. Can we slip through the east channel when the tide rises? They've maneuvered a frigate around the Hog. They'd rake any ship that emerged on the other side. Don't think there's any way we can challenge that blockade directly, do you? Not exactly. We're working on something, though, to even the odds a bit. But there's something else that you should know first. What? Is she on deck? Yes, sir. There's good reason, it would seem, that you were the only one to whom they refused a pardon. The Delicia, quarterdeck. ♪ (All speaking foreign language) It's been hours. Imagine they're through interrogating us. Well, they've tortured the same story out of four different men now. I imagine that'll convince them of the truth of it. Ben says this is how it went with his crew. Kill a handful to show they could and then the chains and hard labor. If they put them to work, how did they all die? Trying to escape. Escape? How far did they get? Not far, most of them. Overseer shot all but half a dozen before they made it to the tree line. Four of those six that made it into the woods died within a few hours... traps, dead ends, hunted down. The other one made it a full two days before they recaptured him. Him? Couldn't find a way out. But if he made it that long, maybe he knows enough to piece together a plan. I hate to be the one to say this, but is it possible we've missed the point of that story? They all died. So why are we entertaining this? It may be flawed, but it's a plan. Gives him focus. Keeps his mind off the fact that there might not be a better plan. Why would we want to take that away from him? I see no way out of this. No matter what I do, it leads to the same outcome. And I wonder if it wouldn't be best just to accept that I have no choice in the matter. You're curious again. Ready to follow me through a door that is somehow less frightening knowing I await you on the other side. I miss you. I miss you, too. When we arrive out there... I am to leave you behind? Yes. What if I were to stay? Anne: I hear Brussels is nice. Paris, maybe. Though I don't speak French. Whatever the fuck it is they speak in Brussels. Mm-hmm. Oh, fucking hell, Jack. Is it really as bad as all that? Tomorrow we can be on our way to anywhere in the world with enough money to live however we like. Even where we was when we started. Some people might even call that success. fuck those people. We got the world right now. Any part of it we choose. We were so close to accomplishing something that would have written our names into history. There's no piece of the world for sale that can replace that. It ain't good and it ain't fair. But it is what it is. We need to leave Nassau behind us. (Crickets chirping) (Gasps) Up. Go, please. Do you know who I am? You're her daughter. I understand from your men that you were defeated in battle. Then you were offered pardons for all your men. Is that true? Yes. But you refused. All of you. To a man you refused to be pardoned. Why? Why did we refuse the pardons? Every man has his own reasons. Some remember the injustice of the merchant service and are too angry to ever to return to it. Some hate England too much to ever call themselves English again. And some, I suppose, feel Nassau's been theirs for so long, they have no interest in signing a document that would surrender it to the king. No. There are 1,000 men and women here. Among them there is no shortage of anger or hate or fear. Perhaps you have noticed. They have suffered cruelties you cannot possibly imagine. Sisters separated from brothers. Husbands from their wives. Mothers from their sons. No one has greater cause to swear England an enemy and desire vengeance against her as we do. Yet I believe if we were offered the same choice as yours faced, a chance to be made free in the eyes of the law, it would not have been so roundly rejected. I'm asking you why you think that is. I'm very much aware my men's lives hang in the balance. So I would like to give you the answer you're looking for, but I don't think you're going to want to hear it. Perhaps you are mistaken in this moment as to which of the two of us is in need of protection. Answer the question. Your men are filled with anger towards England, as are mine, but my captain wanted England to see that anger and make them fear it. And for whatever reason, your mother would prefer your men fear England. I see. Take him back, please. You asked the question. I answered. Wait a minute. Wait... wait... wait a minute. I think you see our interests are more closely aligned than your mother does. I have two dozen men in a cage out there of the opinion that she intends to kill us all sooner than later. And you're going to do nothing about it? (Grunts) Teach: You done this before? Vane: No, you? No. I suppose she's due some credit. Dragged off to London in shackles and returns in a governor's service. And convinces him to turn the whole of the world against you. I don't doubt your anger towards her, but I have to ask... if, in the course of our maneuver, we are forced to choose between escape and her death, where are you? She was on that deck for a reason. So I'd see her. To provoke me into making a mistake. What matters most is achieving our goal. To exit this bay with the fleet intact and to move on from this place. Charles Vane sees past his anger to achieve the greater end. How did that happen? I was taught a lesson once. It's been effective. Taught by whom? Her. Man: It's ready. They are without option now. Sooner or later they'll realize their only escape is to surrender Captain Vane and stand down. Gentlemen. Eleanor: I should be going. What would they say? Who? Your enemies on the island. You seem concerned about what I'm gonna hear them say about you. Maybe it would be better to hear it now while all else is quiet. They would say I'm untrustworthy. That I would turn on anyone at any time, no matter how close they were to me... no matter who it hurt or how severely. That, given my history, only a fool would allow me to get close to them again. Would they be right? You tamed this place once. Despite what anyone may say of you, and I desire your counsel, despite what anyone may say of you. So let us move forward, despite what anyone, whether from your world or from mine, may say of you. (Knocks on door) What is it? Chamberlain: She's under a white banner. Guns closed. How the hell did she get so close? She was hidden behind their line. By the time she emerged, she was fully underway. She's subject to our full broadside. She's either surrendering, or we have her dead to rights. Slip the anchor cables. Break our line over the approach of a schooner? I think you overestimate... While there is still time, cut the goddamn cables. (Whistles) ♪ Man: Fire ship! Bloody hell. Cut the anchor cables! Get us underway. Cut the anchor! Cut the anchor cables! Starboard batteries, fire! Fire! Fire! (Men shouting) (Cannonballs whizzing) Captain, our fleet is underway. (Men shouting) (Cannons firing) Too high. You're aiming too high. Forget the rigging. Aim at his hull. At the waterline. Man: Aim for the waterline! Gun crews, redirect to the waterline! Redirect to the waterline! Fire! Fire! Lieutenant! Get her inside! Go! Go! (Men screaming) (Shouting continues) ♪ (Frogs croaking) (Dog barking) (Panting) I was right. There is conflict amongst them. I don't know how deep it runs, but it is there to be exploited. The daughter? This seems to be a significantly more promising option than charging into a trap-laden forest. I'm not sure why I needed to say that out loud. Where are you? Earlier I told you that I was certain that the pardons would eliminate all resistance in Nassau and you asked me how I was so certain. It's because I helped build them. Peter Ashe, Miranda, her husband, and I, we worked to obtain a universal pardon and introduce it to Nassau to eliminate piracy and restore colonial rule there. I moved away from those things. Inch by inch, I forgot it all. And now, in this cage, in the belly of this thing that has swallowed us whole... I wonder... if the civilization of Nassau isn't exactly what I tried to achieve all those years ago. If resisting it doesn't set me in opposition to everything I once understood to be good and right. To forgive. To make order of chaos. I wonder if the pardons are the victory and that the most enlightened thing that I can do is sit still. Accept what appears to be inevitable and let this be the end of Captain Flint. No. No, no, no. Nothing is inevitable here. I'm showing you a way in which we can survive this. You're new to this, being responsible for men's lives. But I know what the woman who leads this place is facing right now. The weight of her people's welfare on her shoulders. She will not let us leave this place alive. She simply won't permit it. We'll all face certain death with our own kind of lie. Billy's is that he can fight his way out of it. Yours is that you can talk your way past it. But for me... I don't know that I have any more lies left in me. I know all you want is to protect us, to protect me, but what you intend to do tomorrow toward that end, I think it is a grave mistake and I'm asking you once more to please reconsider. Madi. We share a common enemy. Does that not make us friends? Madi! The men in that cage are deceitful men. They will say things that will sound appealing to you, especially to you. But you must not let them sway you. Your father and I built this place to separate ourselves from their world. But we rely on the things that father sends back from their world. We're not that separate from them. We are separate enough that we have no need to see them. To steal from them. To fight with them. To know their chains again. I have worked so hard to ensure that you've never had to see those things. But I have seen those things. And I will hold them at bay for as long as I'm able to. For every day that we avoid colliding into their world is a day children are born here, is a day families exist here. I'm in no hurry to see that end. Nor should you be. Come. That separation rests entirely on our existence remaining a secret. The pirates, for as long as they draw breath, could and would for a profit compromise that secret. So they must be eliminated. Why not consult father? You can get a message to him. He knows these men. He sailed with them. He might have something to say about killing them. Your father aids us from his position in Nassau. He might have lived among these men. He may have fought beside these men. He may have even called some of these men friends. But when it comes to the safety of the people in this place, your father knows the final decision is mine. You know where you're going, yes? Yes. When you reach the beach, make no attempt into the trees. They will find you and guide you through. Once you reach the camp, my wife will see you are taken care of. Thank you. Man: Who's there? Go. Now. Go! It's all right. Stop. The rest of you, disembark now. I will explain to Captain Hornigold. Please, come with me. Lower your weapon. Now! No! No! (gun) No, no, no! (Man groaning) (Labored breathing) (Groaning) 3x05: XXIII Silver: Who are they? Flint: Maroons. Escaped slaves. They must have a camp upriver. Ben: She is everything here. Priestess, governess, warlord. She's not to be underestimated. Spain. What did you have to promise them? That I would secure the remains of the Urca De Lima's gold and return it to Havana. Vane: You set aside some of the gold? She did. How much? Eh. You don't think there's any way we can challenge that blockade directly, do you? Teach: We're working on something to even the odds a bit. Get her inside! Flint: I wonder if the pardons are the victory and that the most enlightened thing that I can do is let this be the end of Captain Flint. The pirates must be eliminated. Madi: Why not consult Father? Your father aids us from his position in Nassau. Please, come with me. Lower your weapon. Now! No, no! No! (gun) Flint: I saw a dead dog lying in the grass when I was young. She was an old bitch in life, but just a pup in death. I remember seeing the first flies set on her eyes. How strange it was that they looked so alive and yet did not move. That was the first moment that I wondered what this moment would feel like. Miranda: James, you resented me because we were so close... and I threw it all away. If you join me now, what if I resented you for the same reason? Flint: What would I be throwing away? You can't see it yet, can you? You are not alone. (Distant horn blowing) (Horn blows, man shouts) (Men speaking native language) Who is that? That is the king. Wind's in our favor. Should be arriving in Ocracoke in three days' time. (Men shouting in distance) My fourth wife, Constance... a sweet girl, bright, but she had her notions. Cricket in the house means good luck, a moth in the house, bad. And the bed... Jesus, the bed. No hats on it, no brooms near it, nor any clothes in it that were worn outdoors. Any violation of this brought great misfortune. I mean, for an otherwise sane woman, she had these pockets of complete and thorough madness within her. Although it's been six years since I've seen her face... to this day, if I... if I see a broom by a bed, I... I have to move it. What the fuck are you talking about? A woman has that power, God-given, to leave her marks on you. And it's far harder to dispose of the marks than the woman who left them. You think I'm having second thoughts about leaving Nassau? That that is the mark Eleanor Guthrie left on me? I know it is. And I know that you're conflicted about what you have left behind. But the question is whether you can cling fast to the truth we both hold in our hearts, the truth that makes us of the same mind. And what truth is that? That a lion keeps no den. Because the savanna, all the space within it, everything that walks and crawls upon it belongs to him. When I talked like that, they all looked at me like I was mad. They never understood. There's hardly any of us who do. Man: Sails! Three masts. Colors? Spanish. Signal the fleet. Set a course to pursue. It was never a rule. No one ever decided it. It was just something of an understanding. Spanish ships are to be avoided. Yeah, for fear of reprisals against Nassau. I suppose that's one less thing to worry about now, then. (Breathing unevenly) Give us the room. They say you are dead. They say you were defeated by Captain Hornigold. They only truly ever have half the story, don't they? (Speaking softly) Yeah. It's fallen. Hasn't it? A pardon was offered, and it brought down our defenses without a shot bein' fired. Did no one put up any resistance? Not even Vane? Obviously he took no pardon, but it was all he and Captain Teach could do to escape. (Softly) Teach? Teach was there on the island? He was. But he and Captain Vane slipped away with most of the men and ships that might have been willing to resist the occupation. I wonder if ever a war so loudly anticipated ended so quietly. How? How did you do all this? Before the Rosario raids, there were warnings, whispers that Spain intended to retaliate against Richard Guthrie and his growing pirate empire. I could not leave my wife and daughter in harm's way, so I secured them passage here. It was smaller then, disorganized, but it was far more remote than other camps like it, safer. They agreed to take my family in, and I agreed to offer them support from my position in Nassau. Of the hundreds of slaves killed by the Spanish soldiers during the raid, no one even questioned me when I suggested that my wife and daughter were amongst them. Not even Eleanor. When Richard Guthrie left the island, I was left to oversee his business, but the scrutiny of wearing the crown made secrecy difficult and travel near impossible. Once Eleanor was ready to assume control, I encouraged it so that I might manage the survival of both places outside the scrutiny of either. For as long as I have known you, you've been two wholly separate men. Until now. Now I can no longer do that which I am needed to do. Now my wife, my daughter, and all who live here are in the gravest of danger. They must find a way to steal what they need to live. They must learn the skill fast and well lest it lead them to be discovered here. And they will need help to do so. Your help. A partnership? He said that? With Nassau gone, they've lost a vital supply line. We would go out on the account... hunt for them, using this place as a hidden base for operations. However, he acknowledged that he lacks the ability to ratify any such arrangement. He has authority here, but he doesn't have the final word. The queen. Her concerns about our trustworthiness remain. He said that he would arrange for me to appeal directly to the queen, try and convince her that we are worthy allies, and that given the fall of Nassau, we are partners well matched. They have a home with no means to supply it, we the other way around. And what if you can't convince her? I will put the case as best I can. But if I feel that it isn't happening... Then I get in close to the queen and make it clear that either everyone on this crew is released with a guide to take them safely back to the beach, or the queen dies within days of the king. Even if you could get to her without being killed in the process, even if you could get the knife to her throat and convince them to let us go, you would never get out of this alive. (Crowd chattering) Told you once lived here. For a short time, when I was very young. Before my father moved us to the interior and the opium traders claimed it for themselves. Home to a smuggler, den to opium fiends, salon to a pirate king. Suppose I'll fit right in. (Chuckles) Before any of that, it was home to a long line of governors. It will remember. Yes, well, let's hope I don't fit in too well with them. Man: Sir? For your signature. Thank you, Lieutenant. What is that? Petitions to the Lloyds, attesting to the fact that the damage to the "Willing Mind" last night was no fault of ours and thus insurable. A month from now, somewhere in Cornwall, a clerk will be asked to draft a letter to Charles Vane, asking for his version of events. And they'll withhold payment for years, awaiting his response. Between you and I, if there were ever a moment in which I sympathized with the desire to tear down the flag and declare myself in open rebellion against the Crown, it's when dealing with the insurance company. He isn't coming back. Charles Vane is no longer a part of Nassau's story. You know that, yes? Man: My lord. Do you have it? Excavation of the northwest tunnel is complete. After significant work to... Do you have it? The main vaults are secured, as are its contents... a sizable fortune in Spanish gold. Thank you, Captain. The Commodore will take control of the structure and ready the gold for transport to Havana. Wait. Any news from the fort as to Captain Rackham's whereabouts? I'm told he and Anne Bonny fled before our arrival. Their... their whereabouts are unknown. Why? Spain may be appeased, but the street is still an open question. If you want me to help you play that game, I need to know where all the players are. I see. And when do you presume this game begins? It already has. (Distant violin playing) (Crowd chattering) Next man. Sir. Your name. Fowler... I am once again a citizen of the British Empire. Mm-hmm. Congratulations. And your profession? Sailmaker, sir. Thank you. Next man. Name? (Chatter continues) It's done? I do solemnly swear. Signed my name, and my account with the law is now square. A few hours ago, any magistrate in the Empire would have hanged me without hesitation. Children would have cheered, women would have taken comfort... one less villain in the world. Men would have looked on in awe, wondering what adventures and mischief they'd missed in their lives that I'd lived in mine. And with the stroke of a pen, it's all gone as if it never existed, rendering me nothing more than a humble tavern bookkeeper. I sincerely hope this doesn't diminish your attraction to me. Man: Move aside. Man #2: Coming through. Step aside. When weeks went by with no news of your sentence having been carried out, I assumed an arrangement had been reached to carry it out privately or a deal had been brokered to commute your execution to a long prison stay. I suppose I should have seen this, that somehow your grip on this place would be too strong to be denied by a king, his laws, or even your death. In the winter, the sun drives hard through those windows. You'll be blinded there lest you keep them shuttered all day long. I had the desk where it was for a reason, though I suppose you haven't been here long enough to know how to sit in that chair. So here you are, and I do not imagine you came to decorate. (Sighs) The governor is going to announce today the formation of a governing council. 12 seats. Six filled from his ranks, six filled from merchants native to the island. It will signal the governor's clear intent to give the people of New Providence Island a meaningful say in their own futures, and we would like you to bless it. I am sorry. Are you offering me a seat? No. The six names have already been chosen, and yours is not among them. I own title to more of the street than you ever did. I earn as much legitimate income as you ever did. I have no enemies and strong friends. I am the one they all come to here to make peace between them when no one else can. You are a pirate. Excuse me? The first thing he asked me to do was to identify pirate ringleaders on the island. Organizers. And you named me? Undermined my reputation with him before he... You abetted the practice. You signed articles, for Christ's sakes. You held a share in an active crew. What I have done so thoroughly pales in comparison to what you did before me. And I lost everything for it. I lost everything. Remember that when you sit in that chair. You were wise to come to me. If I remain silent about this council or, worse yet, oppose its formation, it will sow all manner of mistrust and apprehension amongst my colleagues. For if I can be so easily discarded, who next? Which is why you won't remain silent. Really? Why? 'Cause this is important to him, that the street understands that his intentions are genuine and he means to be a friend. If you undermine that, he can make life very difficult for you. You should know people do not speak to me that way anymore. Be smart. Was I on that list? That night before you were taken, when you made the first of your lists of those you wanted to see dead... Mr. Stayton, Mr. Atz, Mr. Featherstone, Jack, Anne... was I on that list? No. The night I was taken, did you inform Hornigold where he could find me? No. (Door opens, closes) (Men shouting, gun) (Grunting) (Man groans) (Panting) Ellers. Ellers: Captain? Get me some rum. (Sighs) You think that this is something you can ignore. (Softly) It isn't. I said I would hear him. How is that ignoring anything? You said you would hear him. I need you to listen. I understand that you think that Flint is the answer to all of it. I would like to tell you that I agree if for no other reason than to appease you so you can rest. But in the state that you're in, the one thing I swear I will not do is lie to you. I will hear him. I will look in his eyes while he tells me that he can be trusted to be a partner to us. But if I for a moment doubt him... Do you trust me to make this decision? Of course I do. Shall I come back? Come. (Whispers) Rest. Did she listen to you? No. You? I removed one of them from the cage last night, spoke briefly with him. Why? You're my father, and I love you... but I do not know you. Those men, they are your life. I wanted to know it, at least a little. I will be all right. (Breathing heavily) You're against it. An escape plan that involves the certainty of losing our captain in lieu of potentially getting a powerful ally. "Potentially" being the operative word. And if he tries and comes up short, we may lose our only shot of gettin' out of here alive. This would seem to be no choice at all. Maybe, though you seem awfully eager to get rid of him. 'Course I am. We propped him up because his strength as a captain was the thing that was gonna keep us alive. But now his death becomes that thing. I understand that you've made gains towards a rapport with the captain in recent days, but if he wants to sacrifice himself so that we might go free, I mean, that might be the first selfless thing he's done for our benefit since we've known him. I'd ask you not to get in his way. (Coughs) (Sniffles, grunts) Open. (Grunts) Teach: Charles. (Chattering) My lord. I think you know who I am. May we have a word in private, please? ♪ With everything I have sacrificed to be a part of Nassau's future, please understand, I cannot endorse a version of that future in which I am still on the outside of it looking in. You want a seat on the council. You say you want to be a friend of Nassau. Well, I am Nassau. You question whether I deserve this friendship. It is a fair thing to ask. So I suggest, like the longest lasting of friendships, the one that lasts to the grave, I substantiate my worthiness to enter into it with a dowry. For obvious reasons, that is only a sample. There are several thousand more behind it, assuming we are able to reach an agreement here today. These are profits from running a tavern? Eleanor: Jesus. It's from the Spanish gold. Money you held out from the fort... your share. Not as far as you know. Not as far as Spain knows. As far as anyone knows, the entirety of the Spanish gold was captured today in the fort by your men. And this? This comes from nowhere. That is its virtue. No covenants, no conditions. No history. Just an unexpected investment from a loyal resident. An investment so substantial, I might add, it would dramatically, if not definitively, improve your prospects for success. And what exactly would you want in exchange for this investment? An end to this conversation. An end to questions about my past and a new beginning in which we all agree there is no history in this place anymore, only a future in which you and I are truly friends. Billy doesn't give a shit if you die tomorrow. But I suppose you knew that already. You know, the strange thing is, I... I should be with Billy. Until most recently, I'm quite certain I would have been. Unbothered by the idea of trading your life for the rest of the crew's. And yet, for some reason, right now I am bothered by it. But I understand it. I understand the allure of ensuring that no one will ever think you the villain you fear you are. What a waste, it seems to me, knowing it doesn't have to be this way, knowing the man who talked me into giving a shit about this crew, why, he could talk those people out there into anything. If he wanted to. (Grunts) ♪ (Softly) Jesus. Billy. I have great respect for your husband, and I know what he wants me to say... that you have no choice but to use me and my men to hunt for you, that I am your only means of survival. But let's be honest. If that is all I can offer you, then my men and I are dead before the sun rises tomorrow, because you know there is always a choice to be made, and you don't trust me at all. So... let us assume that I can offer you something better. You have hidden in this place for a lifetime, hidden from the harsh realities that lie beyond this veil that you have constructed here, but the moment that that shot entered his belly, that veil began to unravel, and sooner or later, you are going to have to confront these realities, chief among them being that England takes whatever, whenever, however it wants. Lives. Loves. Labor. Spirits. Homes. It has taken them from me. I imagine that it has taken it from you. And when that veil drops altogether, they will come for more. You're suggesting that you could help us prevent England from taking these things? No, I am suggesting that we help each other start taking things back, and it starts with Nassau. (Crowd murmuring) Flint: You cannot stay here. This camp's secrecy is its virtue, but that secrecy is going. Nassau is defendable. Nassau can supply itself. Is that not exactly the sort of place that could replace this? A place that you could settle? Settle? Governor Woodes Rogers holds Nassau Town with a full company of British regulars. He holds the harbor with a small navy. He holds the men on the street with his pardons. Woodes Rogers has an inoperative fort, responsibility for an administrative nightmare that isn't going away just because he wants it to, and an island full of hunters that may be placated for now, but could be awoken. That I could awaken. How do you propose to do that? They pledged to follow me when they thought I was alive. They turned when they thought I was gone. So I will come back from the dead and lay claim to what I am owed. Let's say that by some miracle we could dislodge the British from Nassau. I could not possibly hope to defend it with my numbers. Your numbers? For every man in your camp, there are thousands somewhere in the West Indies living under the same yoke, chained in fields, pressed on ships, sold into indenture. When they see a sitting governor protected by His Majesty's Navy, deposed by an alliance of pirates and slaves, how many consider joining that fight? How many thousands of men will flock to Nassau, join your ranks, and help you defend it? What does a colonial power do when the men whose toil powers it lay down their shovels, take up swords, and say, "No more"? Bring down Nassau, maybe you bring it all down. Teach: Spanish intelligence. They'll carry files from station to station, relaying information up the chain of command. Looks like this was a heavy load. What do you think they could have had in there? Well, it could be inventories for silver shipments. Could be treasure fleet schedules. Could be private letters of the goddamn king. Could be anything. Captain. Your name's in here. What? (Snaps fingers) The reports from the Bahamas. English operations in the area and a dossier on the new governor. Part of an invasion plan in case they decide to go in. No, this isn't remotely a plan. It's just someone's notes. Fragments. Is there anything of value in it? Not unless we have an interest in invading Nassau, which I don't think we do. Do we? No, we don't. Ellers: Governor hasn't even been here that long. How do they learn anything about him so quickly? Well, same way they do all the British governors in the Americas. They have a spy in his office. ♪ What are you thinking? At the end of every great achievement that has ever been, I imagine one looks back and is reminded of the one moment when good fortune reached out and gave the thing its blessing. I think this is the equivalent of five years' worth of tax revenue without an ounce of the resentment that traditionally comes with it. I've felt fortune's other hand so many times, the one that takes instead of gives, had it snatch away victories that by all rights should have been mine. That feeling I know too well and still bear its scars. But this... This feels different. What happened that time? How did you get that scar? Combat with a Spanish galleon off the coast of Mexico. We had routed her. By all rights, her colors should have been struck. And they were, just minutes after the event. But in that moment, one of her stern chasers fired a shot at the most implausible angle. Nothing more than the desperation of a dying thing, but that shot hit us right at the helm. When the smoke cleared, my brother was dead and I had this. Though I suppose it's some strange irony that if he hadn't died, it wouldn't have made for nearly as interesting a book and I probably wouldn't be here right now. (Knock at door) I'm sorry. Were you summoned? Please forgive me. This is so foreign to me. I... I don't know how to do it. About six months ago, I was approached by a man who introduced himself as John and said his employers wished to monitor your operation to retake Nassau, said they had a vested interest. I assumed this had something to do with your investors, which seemed perfectly legitimate. They offered me a significant amount of money. I said... yes. It turns out the man's name is Juan Antonio Grandal and his employer is the intelligence department of the Casa De Contratación. Upon our arrival, I received a query from them. It said the department spies had learned of a series of transactions to exchange a significant portion of the Urca De Lima's prize gold for more portable commodities. An attempt to walk away with their money without them knowing of it... a scheme they find most insulting. I was then asked if you had yet learned of this converted cache. So standing outside the door just now, I found myself faced with two choices... report what I had just heard, that you are considering keeping this money and know that Nassau will likely burn for it and me with it... or I could open the door and warn you of the full scope of the danger you face if you do not return the entirety of the hidden cache along with the gold from the fort. I cannot even begin to imagine what would motivate you to tell a lie like this. So let's assume for the moment that you are telling the truth. I will see this money secured and return it with the rest of the gold in a matter of hours. You'll relay this to your contact. No. (Softly) No? Why not? The department has estimated the approximate total value of the cache based on the scope of the exchanges involved, and that is only half of it. I've been thinking about our plan. Yeah? A skiff to Port Royal, connect with your acquaintances there, purchase ship, hire crew, make way back to the continent, at which point the money will be secure and we can establish whatever future we choose... the plan. Yeah? Yeah, there's a problem with the plan. It was your plan. I know. But I'm afraid I might have overlooked a critical step, something I'm not prepared to do. (Softly) What step? We'd need to change our names. Eventually, the money will protect itself. It'll hire guards, it'll make us friends, it'll shield itself with investments and partners, but as long as it is in its current form, it is as vulnerable as a newborn babe. To protect it, given the attention our names will draw to it, we'll need recourse to the law. And at the moment, the only thing the law wants with Jack Rackham and Anne Bonny is their necks in nooses. To have that protection, we'll need to assume new identities. So we change our names for a bit. Who gives a shit? I do. A little bit. I do. With everything I've lost in recent days, I can't afford to lose the name, too. Not when it is so easy to keep. No. Just listen. Are you out of your fucking mind? Charles was the only one they singled out. They could have mentioned us. They didn't. They had pardons for unrepentant murderers back there. If that is the case, then there are certainly pardons for us, too. Jesus Christ, Jack. It'll take us half a day, if that. We walk into the tavern, we sign our names, and then not only are we square with the law, our money is, too. We did it. We beat the fucking game. Walk another half mile, we get in that boat, and we win. And you wanna go back? (Huffs) Then this... You stay. Maybe it's better that way. You can watch the money. I'll return within a few hours. We'll be on the water by nightfall. I'll meet you here. Stay off the road. No more than a few hours. Promise. (Sighs) ♪ (Man speaking native language) Mate. I'm going to admit something to you. Please don't take this the wrong way... but I didn't think there was a chance in hell that was actually going to work. Me neither. Thank you... for opening that door. So what happens now? Now we marshal whatever resources we can, as many ships as we can muster and allies to sail them, men resolved to defy the pardon and ready to join a war. Now we go find Charles Vane. 3x06: XXIV Hudson: About six months ago, I was approached by the intelligence department of the Casa de Contratación. They offered me a significant amount of money. I said yes. The department's spies had learned of an attempt to walk away with their money without them knowing of it. If you do not return the entirety of the hidden cache, know that Nassau will likely burn for it. With everything I've lost in recent days, I can't afford to lose the name, too. We walk into the tavern, we sign our names, and then not only are we square with the law our money is, too. The wound should be far further along towards quietening itself. If the decay progresses, I'll have to remove more of your leg. What does a colonial power do when they see a sitting governor deposed by an alliance of pirates and slaves bring down Nassau? Maybe bring it all down. What happens now? Now we go find Charles Vane. ♪ [drums beat] [drums continue] [rattles] [grunting] [grunts] [chanting in native language] [grunting, chanting] [chanting] Where is he? [drums continue in distance] [children chanting in native language] [rooster crowing] [dog barking] [drums continue] When you said that you'd be staying behind to solidify our new compact, I assumed that meant something. For you to be seen as uninterested in what is happening for my father now, that is not going to help convince anyone here that you are serious about desiring their friendship. It'll pass. It's just a fever from the wound. I'm fine. [men shouting] [shouting, grunting] [grunts, shouts continue] [wood snaps] Christ! I'm all right! Man: Swing it down on deck! fucking idiot! Listen, if you can't tie a rope, you shouldn't be on this ship! Get astern. Calm down! Hey! What's going on here? His lashing came undone. I fucking showed it to him 10 minutes ago. Someone could have been killed. Then you showed him incorrectly. It's a fucking lashing. I know how to tie it. If he tied it wrong, then you instructed him wrong. You listen to me. We persuaded them that they need us. We most certainly need them. Do you understand what I'm saying? [men shouting] [grunts] [thuds] Don't imagine that will be the last of those. Neither do I. So how exactly do you see this working? They have their orders. As long as we hold our end of the bargain, they'll hold. Yeah, that wasn't what I meant. I understood a war meant to antagonize England to frighten them, to prevent them from moving against Nassau. But that isn't what we're talking about anymore, is it? Now you're talking about a war meant to be won. You convinced them. Convinced Scott, his wife, their people, our people, even Silver. But not you. Everyone's wrong but you. Maybe. Man: Captain! Masts! Captain. Ocracoke Island. Teach is there. A few hours' time, assuming he's there, I'm going to begin a discussion in which I'm going to ask him for something that he can't possibly give. And the success or failure of this war will depend upon the outcome. In a few hours' time, there's a good chance you're going to look awfully smart. [shouting] [laughing] Man: What are you doing? [men shouting] Man: Bring him down! [laughter] [shouting continues] Woman: You look good. As handsome as ever. You always were a gifted liar. When you were still pirating, I was the woman who was Blackbeard's woman. Put my services in great demand all men wanting what notorious men already had. And then you leave and my business fades. It's always the little people who get hurt the worst when the market turns. So when are you going to tell me? Tell you what? What he's doing here. Charles? I remember when he had forced you from Nassau. I remember how angry you were, how disappointed. And I remember you telling me that you'd never make the same mistake again, that you had learned the hard way that only God made sons. Things are different now. Different how? Doesn't need to last long. A little Spanish shrapnel. It went in here when I was not much older than him. Once in a while it migrates, ticks closer to reaching its terminus and striking its chime. Grim little timepiece whose ticking has grown louder to my ears of late. Charles doesn't know, does he? Man: Captain! [man shouting] Jesus. Welcome to Ocracoke. [crowd chattering] [goat bleating] Hudson: At first I was tempted, but in the end it felt wrong to betray the governor that way. And it felt dangerous... so I declined. Then how did this happen? How does an honest chambermaid end up in the employ of the Spanish empire? A few days after I declined their offer... I came home late from the governor's service. It wasn't unusual for me to return home to find my children long since fast asleep. That night, my children were not alone. The man who had approached me Grandal... was there... waiting. In his left hand, a knife. In his right, a purse. He said my children would receive something from him that night. He asked me to choose which. These are the people whom I am beholden to. This is what they are capable of doing. I cannot imagine what they will do if the cache is not returned whole. Ship's manifest, sir. The entirety of the gold from the fort is now stowed and ready for transport to Havana. We should be under way within the hour. Put it in my office, please. I just left Miss Hudson. I had the instinct once or twice, the way she'd been watching me of late. I dismissed it, just assumed it related to some concern over my relationship with you and its becoming inappropriate. What did she say? Did she report that we're earnestly attempting to find and return the missing money? It's not about the money for them, not anymore. When the gold from the Urca was stolen, it was bad enough. Now they hear the gold is being converted into something more easily hidden from them, more easily smuggled away. That isn't theft. It's an insult. And insults to empires require answers. So it's personal, then? A binary question of my trustworthiness. Either I return the full cache and prove it or I fail, and in trying to excuse the shortfall, only aggravate their existing suspicion that I am part of the pirate problem, not its solution. And the dread fleet in Havana sets sail the very next day to raze all of Nassau to the ground. Then we'll fight them, defend the island. The odds would be dire, but we are not without resources. No, not "we." I mean, someone might fight them, but it won't be you and I. If the result of my endeavor here is a Spanish attack against British forces, an act that threatens to drag the empire into a war, I would be recalled to London and likely debtors' prison and your capital sentence would be reinstated. Now, I believe Nassau's best chance at survival is with me guiding it. But if we cannot find Jack Rackham and Anne Bonny, if we can't find the cache in their possession, whatever happens to Nassau, you and I are likely finished. [metal clanging] [crowd chattering] [chickens clucking] Pardon me, gentlemen, if you don't mind me asking, where is this wagon headed? To the fort. To do what, exactly? To fix it. I see. Just you two on the job, is it? A whole gang of us up there. Governor wants it shipshape by the end of the month. [grunts] Suppose that fort's not going to rebuild itself. [scoffs] No, I suppose it won't. [whistles] Hold still. There. Well? What do you think? You mean aside from the tit curtains? It's called a cravat. You want to fit in with them, right? This is what they wear. "They" who? Respectable men. [groans] All right, yeah. [fiddle playing] Place of birth? Man: Bristol. [crowd chattering] Occupation? Man: Ship's carpenter. Ship served? I used to serve the Buccaneer. Sign here. [fiddle continues] Move on. Next? What the fuck are you doing here? It's a cravat. It's what respectable men wear. It's... never mind what it is. You're supposed to be long gone by now. Why'd you come back? Where we're going, it seemed better to have one of these than not. I thought as an added prize, I'd at least be able to see it for myself, the new governor up to his ears in the very same bullshit in which I've been drowning for the past few months. And what do I find? The streets are swept, industry is in fashion, you're dressed like a Turkish whore, and all because a man arrived, stood on the beach, and said please. You're angry. I'm confounded. He offers them less in wages than I offered, demands more from them in labor, restricts more from them in license, and yet despite all of that, he's won them. How can that be? I know it may be hard to believe given my appearance at the moment, but the experience of it? It ain't half bad, Jack. Next. Next man, please. Your legal name? John Rackham. What? The Lord Governor would like a word with you. [people shouting in native language] [breathing heavily] Watch him, please. I'll go fetch Fremah to tend to him. I said no. I know you did. I don't want help. It'll pass. I'll just find a place to weather it for the night. I understand that you do not want anyone to see you this way. What I don't understand is why you choose to suffer in the first place. You must have access to better medicines than that. We've got access to better medicines than that. This has nothing to do with medicine. It has something to do with medicine... I cannot look weak. I cannot feel weak. I cannot be weak. Not in front of my men. Not in front of your men. Not at all. For some time now, I have been holding my entire world together with both hands, keeping my men in line, seeing to their needs, and the only way that endures is if I look the part. And I cannot look the part while being poked and prodded or while drooling through an opium haze saying who the fuck knows what. So I will endure this the way I have been enduring it. No one prepared you for this, did they? [breathing heavily] For as long as I can remember, I have been prepared for the day I would take my mother's place. To know that from that day forth, I would forever be the one who tends as opposed to the one who is tended to. You're frustrated. You're angry. You're tired. Perhaps no one else knows why. I believe that not even you know why. But I know why. The crown is always a burden... but it cannot be borne if you cannot stand. [waves crashing] Nearly dismasted in a storm... a storm you chased after. Nearly starved to death in the doldrums. Nearly executed by them. Either you are unkillable, friend, or way overdue. One way or another, I am here, and there is much to discuss about all our futures. What kind of future do you propose that to be? I intend to gather forces and move to reclaim Nassau. The conquest is always weakest when the conqueror allows himself to believe that it is done. For Nassau, that point is now. Now, England may hold the island, but it still needs supplies brought in. It is still dependent upon trade. We will make that impossible for him. We will harass his ships. We will plunder his supplies. We will force him to bleed capital and support and the goodwill of the men surrounding him until he is weak enough to challenge directly. Until we can bring the fleet to bear and retake the bay. You know, when I called Nassau home, most of the men on this beach weren't even men. I sailed with Ben Hornigold. I sailed with Sam Bellamy. I sailed with Henry Avery. Feuded with them, stole from them, questioned their motives, but we all knew what we were. Then a man arrives who would explain to us that what we've been doing was wrong all those years, what Nassau ought to be, what he could make it if we would all just follow his lead. And here you are again to do the same. You let it go well before its time. It was past its time. That you cannot see this only makes it clearer to me that you never even knew it in the first place. This fleet is all that remains of it, and as long as it's mine, Nassau shall remain in its past. It isn't yours. It never was. Those ships, their commanders and crews, they were pledged to my command, not yours. Oaths were taken, and I have come to see them honored. Do you honestly believe that I would just step aside and let you make that claim? I honestly don't give a shit what you would or would not do. The decision isn't yours. It's his. I've come to resume our compact, the one we swore upon our lives to uphold. If you stand up and acknowledge it, this fleet will follow us. I'm certain of it. You weren't there. No, I wasn't. But had I been there, there would be no question about any of this. Had I been there, we would have mounted the defense that we had agreed to mount. Had you been there, you would have seen their faces, the ones who laid their arms down and turned their backs on us. The ones who took our money for months and were happy to try and deliver my head to our enemies for a little more of it. Nassau is dead. It doesn't deserve anything else from me or the men on this beach. We are finally free from it, and I see no reason to change that. If you wish to leave this place, I'll allow it, although somehow I don't think you have any intention of leaving. No, I don't. And I think you know that I would never allow you to call a vote to settle the matter of who this fleet follows and risk you depleting my force by luring away some misguided minority. No, I don't imagine you would. So we have one fleet and two men claiming it. There is only one way I know of to resolve that. pistol, then swords. Captain Rackham. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. Give us the room, please. Drink? Thank you. I apologize for the strangeness of this meeting. I know you and I don't know each other. [door closes] I know you... some. I read your book. Did you? Well, most of it. I confess, I may not quite have soldiered through to the end. But, you know, I got the gist of it. If you don't mind my asking, what did you take to be its gist? Wealthy son of a wealthy man takes to the sea to prove something to the parents, presumably. Seeks adventure, finds the limits of his own capacity. Loses everything in the process and then stumbles upon a hell of a story in the process. Please understand, I'm quite particular about my library, but people seem to have liked it fine, and it seems to have done wonders for you. So congratulations on all that. Thank you. All of that notwithstanding... you and I share an experience in this place. And as such, I'm hopeful that you'll understand why it is I brought you here today and what it is I'm about to ask of you. What's that? I know you removed a significant amount of gold from the fort. I know it is in your possession, and I need you to give it up... or we're all dead. [men muttering] [seagulls screeching] You can't win. [grunts] I hear you spent weeks becalmed, deprived of food and water. At your best, it would have been a dogfight, but diminished... I'm not that diminished. He's been off the account for years. He'll be more vulnerable than he remembers himself being. He's not that vulnerable. And for what? You subject yourself to certain death for an island full of weaklings and ingrates? Those men will go where they are led. Rogers captured their minds before you could, but let's not pretend that they can't be won again. And let's not pretend that either of us believes for a moment that I'm doing this for their sakes. I gave you my word. Shook your hand. Pledged to defend the island with you. But my pledge to him began a long time before I ever knew your name. What I owe him... I don't care. I don't care that you shook my hand. I don't care what you feel you owe him. This is too important to be clouded by any of that. They took my home. I can't walk away from that. Can you? Forget me, forget Teach, forget loyalty, compacts, honor, debts, all of it. The only question that matters is this. Who are you? Spain knows about the exchanges? They do, and they are displeased. How do you know they know? So what does that look like? Return it all or it's the Rosario raid all over again? [pouring] Something like that. I understand why you did it. I know what it feels like to lose everything and feel powerless to do anything about it. The temptation to keep something to show for it all, I understand it. But it does not change the reality we face. That you face. For I assure you, if Spain invades over this, yours will be the first face they see. I heard Henry Avery's name when I was a boy, heard the way people spoke it... grown men in awe of it. I came to this place so determined to do the same. That's not going to happen the way I thought it was, is it? It never does. My advice? You want some say in how they speak of you? Write a book. [laughs] Right now, what do you want to do? Do you have a pen? Rogers: He's agreed to cooperate. One man goes into the interior to deliver this, instructions written in his hand to his partner to return to Nassau and surrender the cache. He said she may be wary, asked there be only one messenger to deliver the letter. Give this to Lieutenant Hersey. Have him prepare to depart for the interior. I'll pass him details momentarily. He should be made aware Anne will not be taken lightly. Well, neither will Lieutenant Hersey. I understand Jack was arrested today. I would like to know why. [crowd chattering] [waves crashing] [men chattering] [seagull screeching] [man mutters] What happens if he loses? If he loses, he dies. I meant what happens to us? I don't know. Probably given a chance to join the fleet, fold in, and go back on the account. When your men entreated me to join your crew, they said your captain was a man worth following. A strong man, a wise man, they said. But right now I can't tell which side of this contest you'd prefer to see prevail. Can you help me make sense of that? [men muttering] A few days ago I could make sense of all of it. He was going to die and we were going to be free, from the camp, from him... [sighs] With all the shit he's done, the things he's gotten away with, that would have been fair. That would have been right. I think part of the reason I've been able to stand by his side is that I wanted to make sure I've got a good view of the moment the world finally catches up to him... and this story starts to make sense again. This is a matter of honor to be settled once and for good in the here and now. The parties have agreed to combat and have accepted common practice. The parties have further agreed there will be no quarter asked nor given. [exhales] Man: Cock your pistol! [hammer clicks] [hammer clicks] From this moment, there's to be no movement until a count of three. One... two... three! [gun] [men gasp] [gasps] [men whispering] [seagull screeching] [gasping] [gasping] [grunts] [men chattering] [gasping] [groans] [gasping] [exhales] [both grunting] [squelches] [shouts, groans] [grunts] [grunting, panting] [grunting] Take him. And get the fuck off my beach. [men chattering in native language] If you won't take the opium, at least take this to bite down on. Just do it. [grunts] [gasps] [breathing heavily] [grunts] [squishing] [whimpers] [breathing heavily] ♪ Silver: The burden I wasn't prepared for... [distant drums beat] Silver: it isn't the men. It's him. Flint? What he wants, what he needs, what he fears... the depths of it... they are profound and dark. I serve the crew best by tempering him, steering him where he's needed. I've descended into those depths and connected with him so that I might be able to do so. But I am acutely aware that I'm not the first to have been there... to have been a partner to him in this way. And that the ones that have seen those depths before... they never surfaced again. Maybe their mistake was in trying to do it alone. Maybe to go to such a place, one needs another to hold the tether and to find a way out. Maybe. [door opens] I know this cannot have been easy for you. I know this is so far from how you thought things would end. But I wanted you to know that the end of this may not quite be what you think it is. How's that? When Anne receives your letter and returns here with what remains of the cache, Nassau will be secured, and everyone will know that it is because of Jack Rackham that it occurred. I'll have spared Nassau... and you think the story of it will be told long after I am gone? I know it will. I will make sure of it. Sounds a lifeless story to me, and one that requires commitments before the fact to ensure its retelling. When the current story unfolds, I assure you, it's going to get around all on its own. What does that mean? I walked into this place today stunned at how quickly that man downstairs had completed his conquest, how thoroughly he had seemed to win just about everyone I know over to his side. The truth of the matter is there's been no conquest. It's only the appearance of one. For conquest is an either/or proposition. Either you have it or you do not. It would appear that without that cache, he most certainly does not. Jack, what did you do? I sent word to Anne to take the cache and disappear. No. The governor saw your letter to her. You don't think I can convey a thought to Anne comprehensible only to her? A thought as simple as "run"? A letter that said everything the governor wished it to say in exactly the way he'd want to say it would not sound like anything I'd ever say. A thought here or two between the lines... I assure you, she understood. So I have begun the duel between myself and our Lord Governor. The rules are simple. I will deny him the cache. No matter what sort of inducements he offers or pain he inflicts, I will deny him the cache, and so I will deny him the victory. And in doing so, I will ensure that whatever Nassau is come Christmas, English will be not it. [silent] Do not do this. It's done. Rackham: So, one of two outcomes will result. Rogers will understand his defeat to be ultimately inevitable and leave this place, in which case I'll have it back. Or he'll stubbornly refuse and eventually Spain will raze this place to the ground. The English flag will burn, and a second pirate republic will be born from the ashes of the first. Only this time, every man who calls it home will know it came about because of me. [crickets chirping] [people chattering in native language] I worry... that we have made a terrible mistake. I see what you see in them... Silver and Flint. But their relationship is so volatile and we have put our lives in their hands. Those men rose to their stations because they are peerless when it comes to shaping the world to their will, in creating a narrative and wielding it to compel men's hearts and minds. But the most compelling story requires a villain at its center. And if either Captain Flint or Mr. Silver sees the other as a villain... or worse... us as that... then all is lost. They are of great value to us, but they must be managed by us to avoid that outcome. How? I wish... you and I had not been so separate all those years. I wish I could have found a way to be a better father to you. But over time, I was determined to leave you something behind, to give you the one thing that no one could ever take away... and that would make you strong enough to understand their world, interact with their world... wage war on their world. But if their identity lies in their stories, I wanted you to know them so that when we are ready to call them enemies, you would be ready for it. The villain makes the story. So to manage our current partners, we must ensure that we all agree at all times who our common villain is. Man: The fugitive's name is Anne Bonny. She's going for a capture of £500. [chattering] Man: ... several miles away on the road out of town. [chatter continues] [horse neighs, beat depart] Earlier today, before we knew Rackham was still on the island, you seemed confident that we could locate him and his friend in time. You said it was possible because they didn't know that we were looking for them. Why do I get the feeling, now that they do know, now that they've made it their personal crusade to see this regime fail, that your estimate will be far less optimistic? The militia will help. It will keep the pressure on, and perhaps we'll get lucky. But if we don't, then you may have to be prepared... Oh, I'm prepared to do anything. Anne Bonny must be found. The cache must be found. Right now, that is all that matters. And that said, the goodwill that we have engendered among the people of Nassau is not without limits. The longer this drags out, the riskier it becomes, because if I find that money only to lose the street... You will not. If you have me, then you have the street. I am all the reassurance they need. Yes, Jack and Anne were my partners, my friends. More. But now they have made themselves something else to me. I have sacrificed too much to build something here. I will not let them take it away. [bell ringing] All he ever did was offer me his friendship. I cast him aside once, spent years regretting it. And now here we are again. Tell me I didn't do it for nothing. Well, I won't lie to you. It would have helped having the fleet. We have assets, we have allies. The question is what we make of them. I may be able to help in that regard. Something to add to our pool of assets. Before Ocracoke, we came upon a prize... a Spanish prize ferrying a significant trove of intelligence. Most of it was destroyed by the time we found it, but among the remains was one piece of information, something everyone else was quick to dismiss as it held no value to them in that moment. Information about what? Money... separated from the Urca gold within the fort and rendered into a new form... a cache of gems for which Spain is holding the new governor accountable. A cache which, if used creatively, could be the key to defeating British forces in Nassau. The only question is, can we find it before he does? ♪ 3x07: XXV Silver: I am acutely aware that I'm not the first to have been a partner to him in this way and that the ones that have seen those depths before, they never surfaced again. Teach: So we have one fleet and two men claiming it. There is only one way I know of to resolve that. You can't win. I don't care. They took my home. I can't walk away from that. Can you? [grunting] Flint: It would've helped having the fleet. I may be able to add to our pool of assets... a cache of gems could be the key to defeating British forces in Nassau. If we cannot retrieve that cache, then the dread fleet in Havana sets sail to raze all of Nassau to the ground. I will deny him the cache, and in doing so, I will ensure that whatever Nassau is come Christmas, English will be not it. Man: The fugitive's name is Anne Bonny. You know how dangerous she is. [theme music playing] [birds screeches] [horse whickers] [whickering] I am alone, as I promised I would be. The night you left, at the cave, you said Jack's been arrested. What the fuck's going on? Spanish intelligence. They learned of the cache. They demanded the governor recover it and return it. And they made clear failure to do so will result in the end of Nassau. The governor is a reasonable man. He is a compassionate man, but he needs that cache. fuck what he needs. Jack don't want it turned over. If he did, he'd be the one asking me to do it. They are hurting him, Anne. What? You were right. He is defiant. So they are trying to coerce him into cooperating, into asking you to cooperate. He refuses, so I am asking on his behalf. fuck you. I understand what you are going through. Please understand I am here for his sake. Surrender the cache and I will see to it that Jack goes free. You have my word. Max: She is going to do it. She agreed to make the exchange? She said that? No. But neither can she bear the idea of Jack's torture. She will resist awhile. It will tear her to pieces. But sooner than later, she will acquiesce. How can you know this for certain? Eleanor: She knows. She knows. [birds chirping] Jack Rackham? Who is Jack Rackham? At the moment, he's the most wanted man in the West Indies, owing to a cache of rare jewels in his possession, proceeds from a massive Spanish prize and, as luck would have it, our only hope of victory against Rogers's regime in Nassau. You left here to secure a fleet of ships so that we might harass Nassau's trade and bleed away her strength. You told me that without those ships, you could see no other way to achieve victory in this fight. Now you have returned with nothing but him and a plan to make up the difference with money? Not money, bait. I came upon a trove of information belonging to Spanish intelligence. In it was mention of this cache of gems, cache I know to be in Jack's possession. Spain is furious over its very existence. They see it as an affront. They are so furious, in fact, they are willing to burn Nassau to the ground just to prove the point. The only way Rogers can prevent this is to find the cache and return it. Which means if we were to find it first, we could dictate what happens next. And what are you proposing that might be? Rogers's strength resides in his naval consort... ships and soldiers on loan to him from the Crown. They're well-trained and well-armed. Against them on even terms, we wouldn't have a prayer of success, but if we can get them to meet us on uneven terms, terms that dramatically favor our efforts, things might be different. Use the cache to lure him to committing his forces onto an undesirable battlefield. Committing all of his forces there. With the stakes this high, he'll have no choice but to put everything at his disposal in play. We compel him into a single, decisive fight, one in which we have a massive advantage and one in which, with a little luck, we might deal him a catastrophic defeat, break the back of his military strength, and open up Nassau for a direct invasion. What battlefield is this that will allow us to defeat that kind of force? Here. Here? Your plan is to lure the British navy here? I'd like to speak with the captain alone. Now. How many men? We imagine Rogers has 500 regulars at his disposal. What about militia? Conscripts? The total force? Twice that, thereabouts. And what plans for their ships? Without means to engage them, their heavy guns would repel any attempt to defend the beach. Surely there can be no victory if you cannot harass their landing. How do you propose to account for that? I don't know yet. And let's say somehow you're able to eliminate some of their numbers on the beach. We have neither the manpower nor the ammunition to fight the kind of battle you're suggesting, even with the terrain in our favor. How do you propose to gain these things on the schedule you're suggesting? I don't know yet. I'm not going out there with "I don't know yet." These people know their lives are about to change. They know they'll need to fight to survive, but I will not go before them and argue to have that fight all at once and risk losing everything all at once unless I am certain that fight can be won. Am I certain that we will prevail? No. But the odds will never be better than they are right now, in this moment. Of that, I am most certain. [sighs] To find Jack Rackham, you'll need to go to Nassau, yes? We assume that he's long gone by now, but Nassau is where we will pick up his trail, yes. There are other things you will need to secure while you're there. My husband supplied us with weapon and shot to arm ourselves and to defend this camp. He also maintained a stockpile on Nassau in preparation for a day such as this. As far as we know, it is still there, guarded by his agents. Tell me where to find them and I'll retrieve it. They will not trust you nor even acknowledge the existence of this place to anyone other than my husband, and he's too weak to leave our care. So we will have to send the next best thing. She will help you get what you need, but one more thing. I know your way is to invest a captain with unquestioned authority while in battle, but this battle is ours as much as yours. My word and your word will govern in concert or not at all. And when I'm not present, that word shall be given by my daughter. [soldier coughing] Sir. Touch of the grippe is all, sir. I'll be all right. You're the third man to say as much to me in the last four hours. I'll see you relieved. Please report to Dr. Marcus immediately. Yes, sir. [door opens] It's almost over, this unfortunate arrangement between you and I. What? Contact was made with Anne Bonny. The situation was explained to her that the sooner she returns the cache, the better it would be for you. She was disturbed but, we believe, ultimately persuaded. Disturbed? You told her I was being tortured. If the street would hear you were being mistreated, if they were to see you emerge from this place damaged or not at all, I'd risk losing them. I know this. I imagine you were counting on it, the notion that all you had left me were bad options guaranteed, ultimately, to serve your ends. This way, no one hears it but her. I get what I need, the island survives, and no one is harmed. I face a number of dangers ahead in stable Nassau. The one I will resist to the limits of my ability is to allow myself to be cast as its villain. When the cache is delivered, you'll both be free to do as you please. Do you have a wife? Beg pardon? Do you have a wife? I do. How do you imagine she would feel if she were told you were suffering some awful, degrading abuse and that the only way she could end it would be to betray your trust? How do you think she would feel if she betrayed you, knowing she likely lost that trust forever, and then learned the whole thing was based on a ruse? And no one was harmed. We're all villains in Nassau. Don't think because you're new you're any different. [knocks] [indistinct chatter] [bell dings] [pigs grunting] - [goats bleating] [quietly] The exchange is to take place tomorrow. Captain Rackham will be set free in exchange for the cache. Once that happens and the cache is shipped to Havana, the entirety of the Urca de Lima's prize gold will be in Spain's possession. Captain Rackham... he's in the governor's custody. You never mentioned this. I'm sorry, I... It's all right. [sighs] I've given thought to our previous conversation. I'm not without sympathy for your situation. I have no desire to see harm come to you. If the governor returns all of the Urca gold, my superiors have promised not to set loose the fleet upon this place. And my superiors are proud men, and they're angry. Were I you... I might encourage Governor Rogers not just to send the gold, but to send something more. An offering to demonstrate good faith and friendship. Not just the stolen gold, but the man responsible for stealing it in the first place. [door opens] And tell him that we asked for his return, if you'd like. No one will ever know. But Nassau's safety and yours is best served if, when the gold is surrendered in Havana... it's accompanied by Mr. Rackham. I swore to Anne that these terms would be honored. Surrender the cache and Jack goes free. I gave her my word. Eleanor: I know. They changed the rules so very late in the game. We could resist, but we have nothing to bargain with. Were there anything I could do, were there anything the governor could do, I assure you, it would be done. But either Jack is surrendered with the gold or Nassau burns. [knock on door] Yes? [door opens] A few things that require your approval. Is everything all right? Yes, what is it? My apologies. Nothing that can't wait. I beg your pardon. When the governor's men arrive at the transaction without Jack and Anne sees this, she will resist. I would humbly ask that the governor's men refrain... They have been forbidden from firing first. They've been forbidden from provoking her. They've been forbidden from using any violence against her at all unless in dire and unavoidable self-defense. Why? Because I demanded it. Out of respect for your partnership. I do not know which is worse... that she perish fighting for Jack... [wine pouring] ...or that she survive without him. If it is even truly surviving, losing half of herself this way. [fiddle playing] - [chatter] Is she still in there? Eleanor Guthrie, is she still in there with Max? Yeah. The fuck's your problem? I thought I heard them say something about... Something about what? Nothing. Never mind. [chatter and music continue] Flint: We should be sighting the island in just a few hours' time. We'll approach just west of Nassau Town under cover of darkness. Two longboats will ferry the landing party to shore. You'll slip into town to pick up the trail to find Rackham and Bonny. The sooner we know where to go to find the cache, the better. You'll join our party towards the tavern, make contact with your father's agent there and arrange for the acquisition of guns and shot. She'll not enter the tavern. She won't enter the tavern. She'll have an escort of your choosing. She'll be back on the water before anyone knows she's there. Meanwhile, Billy and I will enter the tavern and begin recruiting. Still don't understand how you think that's going to help us. Recruiting more men? Recruiting those men. Any man still left on that island made a choice to desert the black. Even if they do join us, what makes you think they won't just desert us all over again the moment the fight begins? It's about more than the men we win. It's the message we send to those we don't. If they won't take up arms and fight alongside us, I want them terrified of the thought of doing it against us. Billy: Well, then, it shouldn't be you. If you want them to fear you, it shouldn't be you delivering the message. You're returning from the dead. But no ghost story I've ever heard of begins with the ghost introducing himself. I mean, you walk in there and insist on your own fearsomeness sort of threatens to do more damage than good. The message I understand, but I think someone else needs to deliver it. Someone? Who? Him. I can think of no one more effective at capturing men's minds. And, maybe just as importantly, given the need to invest the moment with as much impact as possible... Who'll be able to take their eyes off the one-legged creature? [chuckles] [knock on door] Land on the horizon. Shall we make our approach? Do it. And make ready the launches. I'll lead the shore party as soon as we arrive. [door closes] [distant chatter] That fucking chair. To gain it, it demands you win partners, call them friends, make them promises. To keep it, it demands you break them all. One day when all is settled here, we should burn that fucking chair. My God, how I hated you. There was a time in which I could not conceive of how I could ever forgive you. And in this moment, I am you. I think my footing in this moment is far more precarious than yours. That is not what I hear. What does that mean? Once pirates visited the inn and I heard what pirates said. Now that soldiers visit the inn... You hear what soldiers say. [chuckles softly] And what is it they're saying about me? They say you are inseparable. They say he relies upon you more than any other. They sometimes say more. Did you know his men speak this way? No. It is only gossip for now, but sooner or later, it will affect him. Erode his support. Complicate the role he must play here. The governor's chair is no doubt as unforgiving as mine. It will demand the same kind of sacrifices and present the same sorts of dangers to those closest to him. You must know this as well. I will not insult you by offering you warnings of the dangers therein. But out of respect for our partnership, I thought you should know what is being said and also how near those dangers may very well be. [crickets chirping] [breathing heavily] Mm. [gasps] If you don't say something, I'm going to have to. Eight of my men have fallen ill. One of your warehouses has been converted into a sick bay. If we had been honest with ourselves, we'd have seen it coming. Where chapter one is "Conquest of a Foreign Land," chapter two is always "Suffer the Illness to Which the Natives Are Immune." Those eight men won't be the last. Many of my people will die. Every man and woman that followed me onto this island will be susceptible to it. Yet as I lay here, the three words I keep hearing in my mind over and over again are... "except for her." You're one of them. Whether I choose to acknowledge it or not, nature is going to keep reminding me of this fact in the coming days with every death we suffer. You think I'm a danger to you? I know I can feel my connection to London diminish with every day I'm here. I can only assume your connection to this place is growing at a similar rate and that sooner or later the instincts that led you into the prison cell I found you in will return. [sighs] You asked me once if it was true what my enemies say of me. That I would turn on anyone, no matter how close, if it served my ambition. It was that way once. But I do not wish to be that way ever again. I'm resolved to shed it. I'm resolved to have my word mean something. And I give you my word... my commitment to you is inviolable. Not because my freedom depends on your success here. Not because I seek to regain that which was taken from me nor vengeance upon those who took it. Then why? [men chattering] [gasps] Shh. They're handing him over to the Spanish? Max made mention of an exchange between the governor's men and Anne Bonny. I think Anne believes she's handing over her share of the Urca prize money in exchange for Jack's release. But by the time... By the time Anne realizes they lied to her, it'll be too late to do anything about it. You know this and here you are doing nothing. What would you have me do? Even if I could tell anyone, how the fuck is their response not, "Hand over Jack or Nassau burns. This is a dilemma for us how?" Then help me. Help me find out where that exchange is going to be so I can stop it. You want to use Max's girls to inform on the governor's operation without telling Max? Major Andrews is part of the governor's inner circle and he's been at this inn every day for weeks. The right girl could get enough out of him to piece the rest together. When you took that pardon, you said you wanted a new start. Chance of a stable life. Now all of a sudden, you're ready to fall in with Charles Vane, conspire against the fucking governor. If I'm wrong about this, then no one need know you ever made the inquiry. And we'll all sleep a little more soundly knowing our governor isn't quite the shit I'm afraid he might be. But if I'm right, then you and I and a lot of people are being lied to about a thing no one ought to be lied to about. And this may be our only chance to find out for sure. -[distant laughter, -chatter] Your name is Eme. You're an agent of my father's. You've worked with him here in secret to supply our camp. My name is Madi. Where is your father? No one has seen him... He's fine. He's dying... with us at home. I'm so very sorry. He has asked a favor. It will not come without risk. Anything he asks. What can I do? [chatter continues] [chatter quiets] I understand this is the place cowards come to beg forgiveness from a king. Sign your name to sleep easy. Thinking all your sins have been absolved. But some sins... even a king can't make clean. You... all of you. Every last rotten fuck on this island has crossed a man far less forgiving than old George will ever be. I come as his right hand. I come on a mission of mercy, to show you a path to his forgiveness. I come on behalf of Captain Flint. Captain Flint is dead. Not anymore, he's not. [whispering] [distant dog barking] Go now, quickly. The stockpile is nearby. My people will transport it directly to your ship. Thank you. Is everything all right? This was hers, wasn't it? Eleanor Guthrie's? It was. Strange. I have been here before. I have no memory of it, but I know I have been here before. The last time I saw Eleanor Guthrie, we were children here. Playmates. Now we are on opposing sides of this thing ahead of us which will get so very bloody. What is it all for? What is it that is coming? Every name in this volume belongs to a man who first pledged his service to Captain Flint, to defend Nassau against the Crown. Every name in this volume belongs to a man who turned his back on that pledge. This volume... now belongs to me. Captain Flint returns to Nassau tomorrow. Any man who meets us on the sand will be accepted back into the fold, his name redacted from this book, forgiven for his sins against his brothers. But when we set sail, I will keep the list of names remaining. Now, those men will not be forgotten. And I assure you, those men will hear from us again. Dufresne: Is that it? Surely there must be more. Surely, if Captain Flint were truly alive, he can do better than to send a handful of men led by half a man in the dead of night to deliver a threat as weak as this. A threat that amounts to what? "Fear my name." Contented men have short memories and they have little reason to fear the dark. Captain Flint's name is already half forgotten. As for you... I know enough of you to know that even whole, you were unworthy of half of the attention we paid you. And now, as a goddamn invalid, you expect that to change? [soft laugh] [grunts] [woman cries out] [grunts] [cup clinks] [labored breathing] [grunts] [panting, grunting] [men groan] [yelling] [flesh squelching] [panting] Tomorrow you will join us... or you will all be looking over your shoulders the rest of your lives. My name is John Silver, and I've got a long fucking memory. [indistinct shouting] Man: Run to the guard! [shouting continues] [dogs barking] What happened? I'm fine. Let's go. [barking continues] [shouting] Steady. [indistinct shouting, chatter] Lower it. So John smashed him in his head and then... Men: Oh! [chatter continues] You were there, yes? Where is he? Flint: Are you all right? I didn't feel it when I struck down on him. Didn't feel it when we made our escape, but, uh... oh, I feel it now. I wasn't talking about the leg. Give us a moment, please. You were right. About the toll it took, playing this part. Losing Miranda. The things that losing Miranda drove me to. So I know what you're feeling in the moment. I perceived its effects on you. What I assumed was sorrow, loneliness. And worst of all terror at the thing you were becoming. There is an element of this journey into the dark that... I'm only now beginning to appreciate. What's that? How good it feels. [grunting] [chatter] [man coughs] You all right? I was not here. Who did this? They say it was John Silver. They say he speaks for Captain Flint. Someone saw him alive? No one saw him. Only his agents, including one claiming to be John Silver. Was it him? Hornigold: No one who was here knew him well enough to identify him. Other than Mr. Dufresne. [soft laugh] But though the identity was in question, the message they left behind was clear. They claim Flint will be returning tomorrow east of the bay to take on recruits. Well, if Flint is alive, if he arrives at that beach, I can't have him finding 200 men waiting there for him. I can't have him finding 10 men there. The image of any men leaving this place to join him would unsettle the street. I'll station men on the beach to... No, no, no, no. I'll oversee it myself. And if Flint doesn't appear? What does that suggest? That I, too, am so weak as to fear a ghost? No, I prefer there be no one there to meet him because no one wants to be there to meet him. Can you help see to that? Yes. [sighs] Max may be able to help matters, but she won't be able to stop all of them from going down there. No, I don't imagine she can. But there may be a way that you can prevent the rest of them... without looking like we're trying to prevent anything. [chatter] You have all become quite skilled at acquiring information, but the time has come for things to flow in the opposite direction. Instead of coaxing information out of men's heads, I need for this place to be able to put ideas into them. If tomorrow 100 men appear on the beach intending to join Captain Flint's crew, it will be a problem for the governor and it will be a problem for me. Every turn you see tonight must hear how pathetic you see Captain Flint's ploy, how absurd it seems to you that any man given the choice to prosper in peace in a new Nassau would ever even consider returning to the dangers and deprivations of the account. If you have any questions as to how to proceed, I have appointed a new madam more than capable of guiding you through it. Mapleton: Good evening, girls. It's nice to be home. Well, let's get back to work, shall we? Open it up. [chattering, cheering] Woman: Who wants a good time? ♪ Thank you, my dear, for trusting me with a task so important to Nassau's welfare. [chuckles] Trust you? Oh, quite right. Perhaps we shouldn't get ahead of ourselves. But at any event, I will see news spread properly through the night. Good. If I may, ma'am, you seem troubled. I remember watching Miss Guthrie go through this experience. [chuckles] And what experience is that? Learning to bear the weight of her authority and the awful and lonely compromises it demands. Would you like to know the advice I gave her then? In such an office, anyone who tends to your needs is going to ask for more in return than they give. But if you do not have these needs met, you will never survive the experience. Best to make sure... that whomever you choose to have tend to you... all you owe them is a fee. Georgia? ♪ 40 barrels of powder, half as much in shot, and four dozen muskets. My father's allies said this was the most they could secure without arousing attention. Will it be enough? Well, it's more than we had yesterday, so it puts us ahead in some regard. De Groot: Captain? [waves crashing] Ah, can't see how many men on the beach yet. There's no navy waiting for us, at least. That's a start. Flint: They won't move them out of the bay until we're sighted. Two hours, maybe three, until they're under way and on sight here. Make our approach off the coast. We won't have long. Hopefully Charles will meet us at the rendezvous as scheduled. We'll ferry any recruits on board as quickly as possible and be on our way. What the fuck? Silver: Is that the governor? What? If he keeps the men off the beach with guns, he only enflames their curiosity. This way, any man who would join us will have to wait with him and suffer his judgment. And he holds them away with their shame. So what do we do? [birds screeching] Lord Thomas Hamilton. I didn't know him, but I understand you did. Miss Guthrie tells me you were part of the first effort with Lord Hamilton and Peter Ashe to introduce the pardon to Nassau. As with most things, the men first into the breach bear the heaviest casualties. But in the hindsight of victory, they were the ones whose sacrifice made it possible. Without Lord Hamilton's efforts, your efforts, it's likely I wouldn't have been successful in my efforts to finally secure the pardon. All I have done here is finish what you began. I am now what you were then. And without you, there would be no me. Clever. Thank you. So that's what this is. We're all reasonable men, we all want the same thing. You offer me a pardon, I accept it, this all ends? Maybe. The pardons are on the table. No one is being hanged. No one's even being tried. They've all been forgiven, just as you wanted. Just as Thomas Hamilton wanted. So what is it that you're fighting for that I'm not already offering? Thomas Hamilton fought to introduce the pardons to make a point. To seek to change England. And he was killed for it. His wife and I went to Charles Town to argue for the pardons, to make peace with England, and she was killed for it. England has shown herself to me. Gnarled and gray... and spiteful of anyone who would find happiness under her rule. I'm through seeking anything from England except her departure from my island. It was England's island first. I don't imagine she's going to let it go easily. I don't imagine she would. I see. So there we are, then. There we are, then. What a story you'll have to spin to your men to turn me into the kind of villain worth losing their lives over. I've lived on the other side of those stories. I'm sure I'll figure something out. I'm sure you will. Then let us be very clear about something. I am reasonable in seeking peace. But if you insist upon making me your villain, I'll play the part. So let us assume that, as of this moment, the unqualified pardon is no more. From this moment on, any man participating in the act of high seas piracy will be presumed to be one of your men, an enemy of the state. I will hunt him, I will catch him, and I will hang him. And while I am aware of your feelings on the subject, I am no backwater magistrate cowering in fear of you. You know where to find me. [chatter] Featherstone: Assuming Idelle's got the location of the meet, assuming you can get to Anne first... what are you gonna say to her? What do you mean? If she aborts the exchange, it isn't as though you can just leave the island that way, abandoning Jack to his fate. Of course not. Nor can you exchange the money for Jack's release. If they had been willing to do that, we wouldn't be in this mess in the first place. [door opens] Did you learn where the exchange is taking place? [whinnying] Coachman: Whoa, boy. Jack's in there? We need to see the chest first. Step aside, let us take a look. Then we'll let him go. fuck that. I want to see him. We see the chest first. Those are our orders. [horse whickers] Wait a minute. What the fuck's going on? He ain't in there, is he? Oi! [horse neighs] Coachman: Hup, hup! [horse neighs] Coachman: Hup! Hup! Hup. You better be right about this. Flint: Why the fuck did you hand over the chest? Because had we held it, right now we'd be in a standoff with a superior force, time working against us, and no way to secure Jack's release. This way, the governor has everything he needs and no reason to suspect anything is amiss, leaving him to proceed with his plan. A plan you think that we can frustrate? Jack and the cache are to be moved aboard a secret caravan to a ship waiting somewhere off the southern coast. If we can intercept that caravan, we can secure both the money to start our war and the partner to help us fight it. Either we get Jack and the cache or we get nothing. ♪ 3x08: XXVI My word and your word will govern in concert or not at all. And when I'm not present, that word shall be given by my daughter. They say you are inseparable. They say he relies upon you more than any other. I come on a mission of mercy. I come on behalf of Captain Flint. [grunts] Rogers: But if you insist on making me your villain, I'll play the part. From this moment on, any man participating in the act of high seas piracy will be presumed to be one of your men. I will catch him and I will hang him. Were I you, I might encourage Governor Rogers not just to send the gold, but the man responsible for stealing it in the first place. Jack and the cache are to be moved aboard a secret caravan. If we can intercept that caravan, we can secure both the money to start our war and the partner to help us fight it. ♪ [clavichord note plays] [clavichord note plays] [clavichord note plays] [clavichord note plays] [clavichord note plays] Please, don't touch that. Vane: All these things-- porcelain, books... all so goddamn fragile. The energy it must take to maintain it all. And for what? I can understand a woman's desire for domesticity, but a man's? That I can't understand. I can't understand how you cannot understand. You have no instinct towards earning for yourself a life more comfortable? I don't. And had I that instinct, I would resist it with every inch of will I could muster. For that is the single most dangerous weapon they possess, the one they tempt. "Give us your submission, and we will give you the comfort you need." No, I can think of no measure of comfort worth that price. [door opens] Anne: This is taking too long. No sign of Featherstone's man. No word on what route they'll take Jack across the island. Word was Jack would be underway by noon. If we wait here any longer, either we're gonna miss him or someone's gonna find us hiding out here. No one will find us because no one's looking for us. The war has left the island. They all saw it happen. There are at least half a dozen routes that Rogers could choose to send Jack and the cache to meet the transport ship on the south coast. We can't afford to guess wrong. Can't afford to guess? We can't afford not to guess. We miss that caravan, you lose, what? Money? Your war? What I got to lose ain't something so easy to recover from. There is no "your loss," "his loss,""my loss." This is not an either/or proposition. We're all in this for our own reasons. You want your partner back. He wants victory. I want to set my home aright. But we must hold the line and stand together. We must. There's simply no alternative. There's a rider approaching. Is it Featherstone's man? It is. Here he comes. [men shouting] [drums beat] That's for you. Consider that your share. For the company. I suspect I'll be leaving shortly. Don't despair. Some other poor bastard'll take my place soon enough. I wish I could assure you that he would be as generous as I with his scraps. Either way, you mustn't settle for whatever refuse finds its way into this cell. There's a whole world out there that every so often rewards ambition. Mark my words. Today the crumbs, tomorrow the loaf. Perhaps someday the whole damn boulangerie. You're welcome. [lock rattling] [squeaks] [door opens] [seagull squawking] [horses whickering] [chattering] ♪ Man: Be careful of the ammunition cases. Anne exchanged the cache for my release. Yes. This does not seem like a release. Spain has demanded I deliver you along with the cache. I am told that once you and the cache arrive at Havana, my debt to Spain will be repaid. I did not appreciate having terms altered after the fact in this way, but in this moment I am simply in no position to refuse them. I see. Perhaps you were right, that in a place like this there is no progress without awful sacrifice. Make ready to depart. Man: Yes, sir! [horse whinnies] If it's any consolation, no harm was done to your partner. She left the transaction unscathed. Ready, my lord. Let's go. So she's alive? Anne? Man: Prepare to mount up! She is. You have my word. Hup! Hup! Hup! [whinnies] [wind whistling] Madi: So we are able to see the island, but the island cannot see us. How is this possible? Well, Mr. De Groot says that from this position, when viewed from the beach, our hull sits beneath the horizon while our masts are above it. Now, with the sails furled, the masts are too thin to be seen. Thus, our lookout has a view of the beach, but the beach has no view of him or us. It's a neat trick, I must say. How does one determine this position, one in which we exist and don't exist at the same time? One waits for Mr. De Groot to finish speaking, frowns thoughtfully, and then repeats phonetically what he said to the men. [chuckles] A few months ago, all they let me do on this ship was cook. I'm learning as fast as I can. Clearly. Yes, something less than confidence-inspiring for the men, I would think, were I to admit the depths of my ignorance on the subject. What the men think of you-- your men and my men-- would seem to be evolving as we speak. Ah, yes. The story about what happened last night has been retold as many times as there are men on this ship. You expressed your concern to me that to truly partner with your captain, you would need to join him down a dark path. And that you fear it-- it might lead you to a place you would not be able to return from. You're concerned about me. The alliance between your crew and my people is critical. Without it, we are all nowhere. If your mind is not clear and the alliance cannot hold, all will be lost. So, yes, I am concerned. Hmm. Yes. Last night was not an experience I hope to repeat anytime soon. But my mind is clear. [knock on door] Mr. Silver, I need to speak with you. Alone, please. [crew chattering] What the fuck happened? In that... camp, they killed Parker. They killed Louis. They killed Graves and they killed Simon. They chose them from among us to be tortured and killed. And that one was the one doing the choosing. [moaning and gasping] [gasping] [gasping continues] [gasping] [panting] What is it you're hiding from? Excuse me? I only meant I know you must be very busy, what with your responsibilities. But to still be here so late in the morning, I assume there's something you're avoiding. For what it's worth, I believe the madam chose me for you because I am new. I have no notions about what you once were. No motive to gossip. Georgia. Yes? I know the games. I have played them all. If you ever wish to be in my bed again, that is the last one you will ever play with me. [knock on door] Yes? Woman: Miss Guthrie's downstairs. She's asking for you. [chatter and laughter] [parrot squawks] [parrot squawks] Yes? What happened? The cache is in our possession. It's on its way as we speak to the transport and then to Havana. With Jack. Yes. The governor is seeing to it personally that the transport sets sail with its cargo. Within a matter of hours, the Spanish issue will be closed and we will be free to move forward. And Anne? The men said she was angered. When she realized that Jack wasn't there, she let the cache go. Anne was unharmed. Unharmed? Yes. I advised the governor to send eight men to the exchange to deter any attempt on her part to fight-- When did she realize? I'm sorry? That Jack was not there. When did Anne realize that she had been lied to? Was it before or after they secured the cache? Before, I think. Why? When you told me this was to be, I was upset by the thought of having lied to Anne. I was devastated by the certainty it would unavoidably lead to her death. For the moment she realized that Jack was not there, that she had been crossed and that she would likely never see him again, she would attempt to kill anyone she deemed responsible. Eight? You could have sent a thousand men. It would not have deterred her. And now you are saying to me that she knew she had been crossed and chose to walk away to save herself? [horse whinnies] Do you speak Spanish? Beg pardon? ¿Habla español? A little. You? Hardly at all. If I'm in Havana in a day or two, I assume I'll be hearing a lot of it-- shouted by bitter old women in a crowd, growled by angry officials. It seems a rotten thing to wish upon anyone, an unflattering eulogy in an unfamiliar tongue. It'll be quick, to whatever extent it sets your mind at ease. The gold is theirs. The gems are theirs. They don't need anything from you anymore, and as such they're likely to want to put the entire affair behind them and move on. I'm sorry. "If"? Beg pardon? You said, "If I'm in Havana." In your mind this outcome is still in doubt. Well, the odds are certainly in its favor, but it is by no means a certainty. How so exactly? You said Anne is alive, did you not? I would argue as long as that is true, there's a chance, however remote, that she will frustrate your efforts to send me off to my death. Out of curiosity, how would she go about doing that? Well, I have no idea. Everything and anything in her power, I imagine, up to and including walking out in the middle of the road ahead of us to be run over by your horses in the hope of slowing you down for even a moment. It is fascinating to me how stubbornly you people expect the unlikeliest of outcomes because you prefer them. You expect the world to become what you want it to be despite all available evidence and experience to the contrary. This was not the way I'd hoped this affair would play out. But I can assure you it is most certainly not going to play out the way you hope it will either, because even to stand in the road ahead of us, she would have to know which road to stand in. You held the route secret. I held a number of potential routes secret before settling upon this one so that even if the secrets were compromised, anyone intending to hit us would be more than likely in possession of the wrong route. Chamberlain: Let me be sure I have this right. So the plan to recover the stolen cache of gems-- your plan to recover the stolen cache of gems has worked in exactly the manner you suggested it would. Only now you believe this is a bad thing-- evidence of a plan to rescue Mr. Rackham and once again recover the cache of gems. That is what you're suggesting, yes? I can understand why this may be hard to believe, but I know Anne Bonny well enough to know that it is a certainty something here is amiss. That her behavior should coincide with the presence of Captain Flint on the island only hours before most certainly points to a plot being underway. I beg your pardon. So now Captain Flint is somehow involved in this plot despite the fact that his ship left the island hours ago? And I am to redeploy men into the interior away from Nassau Town, leaving their positions undefended? I'm sorry, are you suggesting there's some ulterior motive here? I'm suggesting that simply because the governor decided to put his... trust in you, I have no intention of doing the same. The situation is well in hand. Thank you for your concern. Well in hand? I'm telling you the situation is potentially about to get entirely out of hand. You're not fucking hearing me. Even if somebody wanted to move against the governor's caravan, they wouldn't know where to find the governor's caravan. The route was altered multiple times. False schedules were distributed. Nobody knows exactly when they were set to leave. Nobody knows what route they finally decided upon. Nobody knows who-- Max: I know. I know the route. A boy in my employ saw scouts on the west trail road late last night. That is it, is it not? I am assuming you did not send men to scout the decoy routes? Did you tell anyone what your boy has told you? No. And would your boy sell his information without your knowledge? No. Good. Then we have nothing to fucking worry about. Ladies. [crowd chattering] fuck your pride. If I can swallow mine to be standing here, you'll do the same to listen. Because if you and I can't figure out a way to work together in this moment, everything may be lost. How many people know about this? No one outside that room. In less than an hour, I need to move this ship to the coast to retrieve our captain and a fortune in gems upon which the lives of well over a thousand people depend. Now that is all going up in smoke because Mr. Dobbs cannot control his anger. It don't have to. No. If we let him leave that room, he's going to tell his men what happened and we're going to have a war on our hands. I understand that, but the answer is not going to be finishing what Dobbs started and murder that man. [sighs] All right. Then we put a knife in his hands and we let him even the score. For reasons passing understanding, Mr. Dobbs still has a number of friends on this crew. How do we explain his disappearance to them? This story is getting out, and when it does, all hell is going to break loose. Then what do we do? This is the man responsible. He's the only man responsible. I suggest you and I address the combined crew together. This man will be held to account and punished swiftly and severely. [whimpers] May I have a knife, please? [knife slides from scabbard] [rope slicing] Wait a minute. Hold on. Until I know what he's going to say, I can't let anyone walk out of here. He isn't going to say anything. He has to say something. He's going to say that he spoke impertinently to me, Kofi took offense, and it will not be spoken of again. Just like that. Yes. Now let him go. ♪ If he says a word-- When I speak, my men listen, and they do as I say. [chattering] A secret caravan to move Rackham to a secret transport, and no one knows about this but you. Me, the governor, his cabinet, eight dragoons, their quartermaster, the carriage driver-- plenty of people know about it, just not you. And you believe there's a plot underway to attack this secret caravan-- a plot that somehow involves Captain Flint, whom everyone saw sail into open water hours ago. Jesus! Chamberlain can ignore this. He doesn't know me, he doesn't know Bonny, he doesn't know Flint. Now, if it turns out that I'm right about this, he'll look like a fool, but at least his ignorance of the players involved will be some defense. If you choose to ignore me, it will be far harder for you to find an excuse. I watched it depart, the Walrus. Had a man with a glass watching her set sail, watching her clear the horizon and disappear... Do you know what? I don't have time for this. ...except for the glints of light. What? I had my man keep his glass to the spot on the horizon where the Walrus disappeared. And roughly every 15 minutes, he reported seeing glints of light from her last position. What the fuck does that mean? Oh, it could mean nothing. Random artifact of sunlight off the water. Or it could be the reflection of a spyglass upon one of her masts-- the ship beneath bare poles, waiting silently, invisibly, for a signal to return. I beat him, and then I watched him return from the dead to negate my victory, to watch his partner murder mine and aggravate the affront. You and I have our history, but Flint and I have unfinished business of a far more serious sort. [horse neighs] My father was a tailor in Leeds. As was his father and his father's father. Time was if a man on the Avondale Road asked where he might find the finest clothes in northern England, he was pointed toward the shop of a man named Rackham. Then the men who sell wool decide they'd prefer not to compete with the men who imported fine cotton. And as the men who sell wool have the ears of the men who make laws, an embargo is enacted to increase profits and calico disappears. And my father's business that he inherited from his father and his father's father begins to wither and die. And my father suffers the compound shame of financial failure seen through the eyes of his son and descended into drink. I'd sit beside him as a boy at the Sunday service as he shouted at the pastor, at the altar-- at anyone who'd listen, really-- at the injustice of it all. And I'd put my arm over his shoulder as the insults began, help carry him out of the church. God, the insults. At his funeral, our neighbors were kind enough to whisper them rather than call them out loud. So, I set to work, determined to rebuild what had been taken away. I was 13 years old. but I was determined... until a man arrived at my door claiming to hold debts belonging to my father. Debts accumulated as my father drank. Debts he claimed that now belonged to me. Debts I could not possibly have hoped to repay. Debts over which this man would have seen me imprisoned-- imprisoned in a place where the debts would have been discharged only through hard labor. Hard labor with no wages, working at-- wait for it-- the production of textiles. "You people, incapable of accepting the world as it is," says the man to whom the world handed everything. If no Anne, if no rescue, if this is defeat for me, then know this. You and I were neck and neck in this race right till the end. But, Jesus, did I make up a lot of ground to catch you. You think the world's been that kind to me? That I'm that much softer than you? That much more fortunate? Wealthy family, inherited Daddy's shipping business, married rich... I read your book. But there are things you leave out of the book. Things you leave out because if it got around polite society what you're capable of when pushed, they might stop inviting you to their dinner parties. All you know about me is what I want you to know. Man: Riders! Riders approaching! [horse whinnies] Man 2: Defend the governor! Captain, fall back and engage! Defend the left flank! Fall back! [men shouting] [grunting] [gun] [shouting continues] Man: They're gaining, sir! [shouts] [gun] Man: Defend the governor! Faster! Don't spare the horses! pistol! Hold your fire. Wait till they're close. Sir! [hammer clicks] Man: Pick your targets! [gun] Ah! [whinnies] [men shouting] Aah! [gun continues] Man: Yah! Yah! [grunting] [yelps] [hammer clicks] [groans] Aah! [moans] [gasping] Ow. [grunting] We need to move, now. Go! Go? Take the chest to the beach. We'll be right behind you. Right behind us? Yeah. [metal clattering] I thought you said you and Nassau were through. [grunts] Got worried you two'd be lost without me. Glad to see I was wrong about that. [grunting] And Teach? How has he taken your change of heart? Couldn't say. If you see him, I suppose you could ask him. Man: Yah! [chains rattle] [groans] [horse whinnies] Look. Can you ride with him? Yeah. [gasps] Go. Go! [Vane groans] Oh, God. [grunts] Go! Go! Go! Go! Come on! Yah! [gun] [panting] [grunting] [yells] [grunting] [men shouting] [grunts] Put him down! Man: Search for tracks! Search the area! Hold him! Man 2: See which way they went! [men shouting indistinctly] [Vane grunts] [Silver approaching] Thank you. I've known him since we were children... suffered illness and loss by his side. Watched him give his loyalty, his sacrifice and his love to my mother, to me. So you can just imagine what that was like, asking him to accept what was done to him at the hands of men who look so very much like those he watched murder his parents when he was a boy. You can imagine how tempted I was to take that knife and put it in his hand and let him use it to his liking. You can imagine the restraint it took for me not to let my people loose. But where does that leave us? So I will fight this thing rising up in me eager to see more blood spilled today, and I will serve them by minding their future and doing the hard thing that will lead to the outcome desired by all of us. This will not happen again. It is over, then. We move forward. You have my word. [no audible dialogue] [no audible dialogue] Not a fucking word about it, understand? [moaning faintly] Man: Sails! Due west! Headed this way! I thought you said that no one could see us from here. They can't. [men chattering] Get us underway. Back to the coast to retrieve the shore party. But there's been no signal yet from the shore party. That ship will be upon us in two hours, maybe less. Get us underway. Make ready the launches! Lower the courses. [men shouting] Man: Lower the courses! ♪ I see you. Set a course to intercept her. Bring us port! Man: Bring us to port! [man coughing] [men coughing] Six more of them have fallen ill. There's now a total of 14 reported cases. Are any of them mortal? Not yet, but our forces are dwindling, and it will get worse before it gets better. Meanwhile, Flint is out there somewhere committed to waging war against us. And soon news will return to Nassau as to whether Rackham and his money are on their way to Havana. And if they aren't, if you and I are right, if something happened and Hornigold's cavalry weren't in time to stop it, then in addition to everything else, we will be at war with Spain. If you and I were right and something went wrong with the governor's caravan, I fear there is something even more unsettling we are about to face. What is that? You and I will be immune to this disease, for it will only attack those unfamiliar to this place. You and I know Flint and can fight him. You and I, though outmatched, at least know what Spain is and can make best efforts to confront whatever they may send our way. But there is nothing more dangerous than the unfamiliar enemy. If the governor's caravan was attacked, it means someone knew where to find it. It means our secrets are no longer ours. It means there is a spy among us. [horse whinnies] [man shouting] [crowd chattering] Someone help him. Fetch Dr. Marcus. Man: Please see to it! Where's Vane? The militia arrived before he could get away. We had no choice but to run. fuck. Take him and the cache back to the ship and get out of here. Billy: What? You can't stay behind. I'll go find Vane. Once he's free, we'll find our own way back to the camp. Captain-- Charles Vane swinging over Nassau is a statement we cannot afford to be made. You cannot stay. We're about to get the war you wanted and perhaps a credible path towards something resembling victory, but the war is going to follow that chest and you're the only one of us who can marshal it. Rackham: He's right. He's right. If Charles knew we were even contemplating jeopardizing the grander effort to save him, he'd kill us all. Give me two men. I'll go back and address the situation. How? By stirring resentment, finding sympathetic ears, reminding them that Charles Vane was once the best of them-- still is the best of them. My parents were agitators. If we are to win this war, that may be exactly what we need. By the time I'm through, the governor won't be able to hang Vane out of fear of losing the street. [men shouting] [chattering] [sighs] Charles is here. It's a very small consolation given what we lost today. But you had the foresight to put Captain Hornigold in pursuit of Flint's ship. It's the only reason we have any prayer at all of recovering the cache and avoiding disaster. If Hornigold is unable to capture Flint's ship, Flint is able to dictate the next chapter of this story. The choices we will likely then face will be of the most awful kind-- the ones that promise only bad outcomes in every direction. Eleanor, look at me. The challenges I see ahead for both you and I are of the gravest sort. I need to know that I can rely upon you to help me navigate through it. Of course you can. You understand... my concern about calling you a partner, from the moment I first walked into your cell in London, was whether you'd be able to resist Nassau's temptation, the gravity of your personal history urging you to resume petty rivalries and repeat the costliest of your mistakes, preventing you from ever truly moving into the future I wanted to build here rather than gravitating back into your past. And now... in the moment I need you the most, need the best of you the most, I fear the temptation you are feeling is about to be at its strongest. You're wrong. No, I'm not wro-- [coughs] [coughs, inhales] I am not wrong. That man sitting in a cell in my fort is the embodiment of that temptation for you. It is self-evident. Now, I am asking whether you're able to see past the petty and the personal to remain focused on what is right now of vital importance to both of our futures-- to our very survival. If you have any regard for me, any respect at all, then I'm asking you to tell me the truth about what you're capable of right now. The moment you walked into my cell in London, do you want to know what I first thought? I wasn't thinking about the charges against me. I wasn't thinking about a reprieve from the noose. I wasn't thinking about piracy, nor pardons, nor Nassau. In that moment, I was consumed by one thought and one thought only... the idea that this may be my opportunity to gain some measure of revenge against my father's murderer, that I might play a role in the execution of Charles Vane. I know you now. I trust you now. I'm devoted to you now. I love you now. So I will tell you the absolute truth about how I'm going to react when faced with the thing sitting in that cell in your fort. I honestly don't know. [door slams] ♪ 3x09: XXVII Vane: The governor has everything he needs and no reason to suspect anything is amiss. If we can intercept that caravan, we can secure both the money to start our war and the partner to help us fight it. Bonny: Either we get Jack and the cache... or we get nothing. Where's Vane? The militia arrived before he could get away. We had no choice but to run. Flint: Charles Vane swinging over Nassau is a statement we cannot afford to be made. You cannot stay. I'll go back and address the situation. By the time I'm through, the governor won't be able to hang Vane out of fear of losing the street. Set a course to intercept her. That ship will be upon us in two hours. Maybe less. Eleanor: I know you now. I trust you now. I love you now. So I will tell you the absolute truth about how I'm going to react when faced with the thing sitting in that cell in your fort... I honestly don't know. ♪ [men shouting] [waves crashing] [distant men talking] [door opens] We're not far now. We should be sighting the island soon. And Hornigold? He's two miles astern, give or take. Managed to keep ahead of him through the night. It will be tight ferrying everyone ashore before he's upon us, but, uh, Mr. Silver has suggested a radical solution. I noticed that you've locked it. Do you mind me asking who has the key? Neptune. I threw it over the side a few hours ago. If you're concerned about the men stealing from it... I am concerned about the men stealing from it. There's treasure inside that box, a handful of which could provide a lifetime of prosperity. Facing that kind of temptation, there are few men I would trust to self-deny. But it is not the treasure that concerns me most. Charles Vane's sacrifice is in that box. If your man is unsuccessful in seeing to his rescue, Charles Vane's death is inside that box. Along with my good name. Along with her lost love. Along with your late quartermaster's life. All the awful sacrifices made to assemble that box are now part of its contents, and those things... are sacred things that I trust in no man's hands. The next time that chest is opened will be after Anne and I walk away with it, And once the smoke is cleared... and all is done. Captain, it's time. [lock clatters] [soft footsteps] [distant door closes] [breathing deeply] "I, Charles Vane, do hereby plead guilty to the charges of treason and high seas piracy. I understand that the sentence for my crimes is to be hanged by the neck until dead. It is my hope that in exchange for this plea I might be spared the humiliation of a public trial, and that my execution be carried out... privately and mercifully." At noon tomorrow, you'll be transported under guard to the bay, where you'll be boarded onto the Shark and sent to London to face a Court of the Admiralty. Agree to this plea, and the governor will endorse it. We'll see to it that it is heard favorably and your experience in London will be short and dignified. Refuse to sign it, and your experience will be anything but. You came all the way down here to ask me to beg for mercy? What a fantasy this must have been for you. Well, even if I did sign that, we both know how empty the victory would be, seeing as you don't give a shit about my piracy or my treason. The only crime of mine that angers you is the one that no one else cared enough about to even call a crime. Am I wrong? Is the murder of Richard Guthrie mentioned anywhere on that page? You fucking coward. When Charles Vane takes something from a man, he looks him in the eye and gives him a chance to deny him. It's all bullshit. It was always bullshit. You stole my father from me in the dead of night like a rank fucking cutpurse, and you did it because you weren't man enough to face me, to show yourself. So you found the lowest, cruelest, weakest deed imaginable and acted it out upon an innocent man with whom you had no quarrel... knowing that I had finally begun to build something with him, that I was finally able to see the good in him. He was a shit. What did you just say? He was a cowardly, selfish, treacherous shit who cared only for himself and for you not at all. You know this. All your life you knew this. Then suddenly he walks back through your door, tells you he can give you all of the things you want, tells you I'm your enemy, and, just like that, his love is sacred and mine is a inconvenient obstacle to your ambitions. The life cycle of your affections... A man you love who speaks the truth shunted aside in favor of the next who will tell you whatever you want to hear. Goodbye, Charles. He betrayed you, Eleanor. When my men brought him to me first, he begged for mercy. Then he promised to make me rich. But when he realized neither had any effect, he promised to deliver you to me. Promised to exchange your life for his. That is who your father was, Eleanor. And you know it's true. [grunting] [Eleanor screams] [breathing heavily] You're not a man. You're deformed. Unformed. Flesh, bone, and bile, and missing all that which takes shape through a mother's love. You cannot comprehend what you took from me or why it was good, because there is no goodness in you. There is no humanity in you, no capacity for compromise, nor instinct toward repair, nor progress. Nor forgiveness. You are an animal. Nassau is moving on from you, and so am I. [Eleanor knocks] Eleanor: Open up. [door opens] [door slams] What is this? He insisted upon seeing his senior counselors. I see that. Why's he doing it in his bedroom? Because I confined him to his bed. Confined him? He was fine a few hours ago. He collapsed after you left. I believe his fever is worsening. I will do what I can. How long can we wait for Captain Hornigold's return before we can assume that he's failed to seize Captain Flint's ship? At which point I must strongly urge that we shift preparations from retrieving the stolen Urca treasure to preparing for a Spanish move against the island. Gentlemen, if Captain Hornigold fails to retrieve the cache, then we will redouble our efforts and try again. However, when he returns, it would be easier for me to prosecute those efforts if I am not dead from exhaustion. Now, your counsel is invaluable, but until I'm able to recover my health, I ask that all information you need to relay to me be done through Ms. Guthrie here. I beg your pardon, my lord. On this issue, I need no counsel, Mr. Soames, thank you. Thank you all. Go away. [coughs] You collapsed. You saw him. Yes. I know what you took with you into that cell. I don't care what happened. Just tell me whether you were able to leave it behind in that cell. There is no leaving it behind, but I'm ready to move forward. ♪ [distant men shouting] [shouting continues] Man: Depth at 14 fathoms! Man 2: Mr. De Groot, depth at 14 fathoms. Flint: Hang the starboard and stern anchors. Hang the starboard and the stern anchors. He thinks we've lost our minds. Always a possibility. Well, he's carrying out the order, so have to hope he sees some credibility in it. That or he doesn't know how to say no to the both of us at the same time. You still see some credibility in the idea, don't you? Are you fucking kidding me? When I offered this suggestion, I told you it was just a suggestion. You said it would work. Well, it's a certainty if we anchor and try and ferry ourselves and all our cargo ashore, our long-boats will be easy targets for Hornigold's guns. In the absence of any better suggestions, yours was worth a try. Depth at 12 fathoms! Depth at 12 fathoms! Captain, both anchors are hung and ready. Awaiting your order. Depth at 10 fathoms! Why isn't he reducing sail? Depth at eight fathoms! Depth at eight fathoms! Captain, if we miss our mark by as little as a boat length, it could be catastrophic. He knows. Depth at five fathoms! Depth at five fathoms! Hard to port, Mr. Williamson. Aye, sir. Let fall the starboard anchor. Take courses and topgallants. Let go starboard anchor. Let go of starboard anchor, quickly. [ship creaking] Hard to starboard if you please, Mr. Williamson. Let fall the stern anchor. On your stern anchor, let fall! Surge the stern cable. Surge the bow. Ready for impact. [rumbling] [men grunt] Douse the topsails! Open the guns. Take the courses and come about on a starboard tack. Break off our pursuit, sir? Unless you'd like to approach into the teeth of his broadsides. Bring us up the coast. We'll deploy our men onto the sand, free of his great guns, and then march them in to... engage. ♪ Jesus. Whoa. Whoa. [whickers] You know, my father used to tell me that when the world promises undesirable outcomes, only a fool believes he can alter the latter without first addressing the state of the former. Now, we are living in a world where Nassau has embraced English rule, where former pirates now exchange pleasantries with soldiers in the street, and where the last man to stand up and defy England is about to be shipped back there to be hanged. And exactly no one seems to give a shit about it. So... I'm here to remedy all that. Before we go any further, there's something you need to know. Circumstances have changed in town dramatically since Jack's escape and Captain Vane's capture. The governor knows there was a spy that made the escape possible. His people are on high alert. The street is anxious. Getting that kind of information again may be impossible. There'll be time for spies again. We're not up to that yet. The first order of business for which I will need your help is rescuing Captain Vane. Rescuing? There are a hundred redcoats between him and the front door of the fort. Even if there was a way to get to him, he's set to be shipped out tomorrow. There isn't nearly time to find it... Of course there isn't. So we need to make sure they don't ship him out. Not tomorrow, not ever. We force them to try him here. Buy ourselves days, maybe weeks, while they figure out a process and we find a plan to set him free. How? How do we keep him off the ship? By making sure people give a shit about it. You sent for me? Dr. Marcus says that the stress of receiving visitors is aggravating his condition, so I will seal off this room from today. No one will be permitted in other than myself and the doctor. As long as this state of affairs is necessary, I would like you to tend to him. Of course. How long has he been asleep? He woke a few hours ago just for a moment. Did you inform him of this plan to sequester him? No. Why not? Because he looked at me and addressed me as Sarah. He thought I was his wife. He was delirious with fever. If his condition changes, please send word. ♪ [man speaking native language] Is that it? Flint: It is. How long before their force arrives? A few days for Captain Hornigold to return to Nassau and report that the cache is defended by a small army. Three days to muster soldiers and supply ships. A week, more or less, before the governor's forces arrive on our coasts. Then we have much preparation to do and little time to do it. What happened to him? It was all a misunderstanding. What was that? What was what? You told me that that man was taken to task by her bodyguard. Was that not the case? Dobbs assault him. He believes him responsible for choosing the men to be interrogated by them. I didn't mention it to you because... I don't know. I just didn't. But it's been sorted. Good. Sorted how? I had three men hold him down while Dooley and Wayne administered a beating. The message was received. I'm quite certain. Sorted. [speaks native language] We were successful. The war we sought will soon be under way. On our terms. I was there in Nassau, and she's there. Eleanor is there. In a position of great influence, they say, at the right hand of the governor. She is one of them now. I stood in Nassau and I realized when this war begins, it will have many different meanings, but to you this war is a civil war between two cities you held together for so long with unseen bonds. You will have people on both sides of it. You will have daughters on both sides of it. And I want you to know... [whispers softly] Only... you. You have information about the identity of the spy within our midst. It's Idelle. She's the one that learned the secret route for the governor's caravan. The one that made possible Captain Rackham's escape. Have you told anyone of this? No. Why not? I beg your pardon, ma'am? I know Eleanor engaged you those months ago to watch me. If you took this information to her, it would likely garner you credit with her at my expense. I know you have considered it. I am asking why you did not do it. Eleanor Guthrie used that chair not just to vanquish her enemies, but to create new ones. Because some people can only understand themselves through the eyes of those who hate them. They thrive only on sowing the seeds of their own eventual destruction. Miss Guthrie has new clothes now. Miss Guthrie has new friends now. But to my eye, she looks the same. You think I will outlast her here, so you would cast your lot with me and not her? Something like that. Yes, ma'am. Will you please make sure, when the governor's men visit the inn, they are serviced by girls you trust? There will be no more information seeping out of the inn. Of course. Will you tell her? Miss Guthrie. Will you inform her of our suspicions about the source of the leak? Davis... Davis, you remember the time the captain... Gunn: Do you know him? I do not. But Featherstone says he's one of the most gifted purveyors of bullshit he's ever met. And a man determined, above anything else in life, to be famous. Which makes him the perfect fit for us. Stronger and safer than ever was before. What's he saying? The governor wants him to believe that Charles Vane is the cause of all their ill. It's a lot easier to watch a man swing if you're comfortable hating him just a little bit. His task is to start reminding everyone there's someone else out there that they're far more comfortable hating. Who? What is it? When I sent for you, there were approximately 20 of them. In ten minutes, it has grown two-fold. What is he saying? That the law and order promised by the new regime is little more than a veneer, behind which Eleanor Guthrie has returned to settle old scores and restore her tyranny over Nassau once again. I hear they will threaten to stand in the way of any attempt to remove Charles Vane off the island, that if he's to be tried, it must be here, in the open, where they can see it with their own eyes. fucking kidding me. Vane is scheduled to be moved from the fort to the Shark in a few hours. Chamberlain is making arrangements right now. Is there anything you can do about this? To dispel what is building down there, it is going to require appeasement or it is going to require force. Appeasement. Hold his trial here. To begin with, the lawyers aren't even sure that we have the authority to do that without a judge yet appointed, and even if it were legitimate, proceeding like that would last weeks. Dredge up a dark past just when progress is so near at hand. If the alternative is an armed clash between those men and the dozens of soldiers it would take to subdue them, a little time spent confronting the past may be the lesser evil. I can't believe this is a coincidence... A plot to steal the cache followed so closely by something as choreographed as this. I'll take this to the governor. You should be careful. I understand the governor has tasked you with being his eyes and ears while he convalesces. In this particular instance, you would be wise to make sure, whatever happens to Captain Vane, those men have no reason to believe it happened because of you. Whatever happens will be the governor's decision. Of course. Any change? No. May I have a moment with him, please? I warned you... the closer you let me get to you, the more dangerous I would be. I've never given a damn what people think of me. But I give a damn what you think. I hope that when you wake, you will understand why I did what I did, you will see that it was all I could think to do to protect you... the only way I know how. [birds squawking] [dog barking] Any news? They say it shouldn't be long now before Mr. Scott leaves us. We need to talk about that. What about it? We're about to enter into a battle where every man must be behind us as any man with motive not to be so could sink us. It would seem that you have made sure that he has one. If it'd gotten out, what he did, you would likely be stranded back in Nassau. Most of our men would be dead, and those that weren't would be back in those cages right now. So you sent the vanguard to make sure that he understood this? To prevent him from getting any ideas about doing it again, yes. If you have something to add, you should just fucking say it. That's not why you did it. Really? Would you like to tell me why I did it, then? Well, I wasn't there, but, um, I'd hazard the guess that you learned of what had happened, told him how fucking stupid he was, and in that moment, he gave you a look that amounted to something less than contrite. And in that moment, you felt it. Felt what? Darkness. Hate. Showing indifference to the authority that you sacrificed so much to acquire, disdain for refusing to acknowledge that his actions, had you not intervened, would have led to an outcome that he would have held you responsible for reversing. Pride. Questioning what kind of man you are if you don't seek retribution for the offense. So what are you saying? You saying I went too far with him? Maybe you went too far. Maybe you didn't go far enough. Maybe you did it just right. The point is that while you were doing it, you heard a voice telling you that disciplining him would prevent him from repeating the offense, a voice that sounded like reason, and there was reason to it, as the most compelling lies are comprised almost entirely of the truth. But that's what it does. Cloaks itself in whatever it must to move you to action. And the more you deny its presence, the more powerful it gets, and the more likely it is to consume you entirely without you ever even knowing it was there. Now, if you and I are to lead these men together, you must learn to know its presence well so that you may use it... Rather than it use you. You have some experience with this, I imagine, living in fear of such a thing within you? Yeah, I do. I can't tell if this was a warning or a welcome. [horn blowing] ♪ I need to make an offering at his burial. Something of mine that he can take with him. I'm sorry. I... I don't know what to say. [sobbing] [frogs croaking] [whickers] [door opens] What? I'm sorry. I didn't get word until it was done. I came immediately. Well, what happened? The crew of the Shark is standing down. The governor has scrapped his plans to move Captain Vane off the island and then scheduled an accelerated trial for the captain here in Nassau. Shit. When did they schedule it to begin? In the middle of the night. Last night. It's already happened. You said there was no judge appointed here. It was supposed to take days before they could start the process. They appointed a judge, they impaneled a jury. It was over before anyone knew it began. Where is Vane now? Still in the fort. But when I left the street, they were carrying the timber to assemble a gallows in the square. They mean to hang him today. [pounding] Eleanor: The governor is still in need of bed rest, but Dr. Marcus will inform us when that situation changes. Gentlemen. When the governor arrived and the island embraced him, a bargain was struck. Authority was ceded, in exchange for which the law returned. Law, which constrained that authority, made outcomes more predictable. But this outcome would seem most unpredictable. The law was adhered to. If the bargain changes, there is no telling what else will change as a result... What trust may be lost and what chaos may abound. [quietly] I am your friend, and I will help you weather whatever challenges may lie down whatever road you may choose, but as your friend, I am simply asking you to consider how treacherous this road may be... While there is still time to avoid it. No one is taking this decision lightly, I assure you. This is no attempt to circumvent the law. Indeed, the governor felt that it was necessary in order to protect it. It was a hard choice. But an earnest one. [lock clatters] [door opens] I assume you understand what is to happen, as soon as everything begins. It'll be loud, confusing. Men who've never experienced fear are said to know it for the first time. But in this moment, there is quiet. An opportunity to find some measure of peace. I would like to help you do that. You've done this before? I have. Regretfully, I have. Get many takers, do you? For the kind of peace you're offering? Pastor: It is a different experience to what you may imagine it being. Surely a man like you has faced death before, but never so nakedly. And cloaked in glory or sacrifice, fully exposed in all its horror and finality. In this moment, you have the opportunity to enter into that moment with a clear conscience. I can help you do that. To repent. I have nothing to repent for with you. Don't you? I understand the code you subscribe to. I understand you believe your violence is justified in the name of a defiance of tyranny, but there are mothers who buried their sons because of you. Wives widowed because of you. Children awoken in their sleep to be told their father was never coming home because of you. What kind of a man can experience no remorse from this? Whatever remorse I have or do not have is my own. That I choose not to share it with you says more about you than it does about me. Me? I am a shepherd sent to help you find a path to God's forgiveness. A shepherd? You are the sheep. And whatever I have to say to God, I'll tell him myself or not at all. [distant bell tolling] Court official: When our lord governor arrived here, he promised you things. [shouting] Order. Prosperity. How many men are with you? A dozen. I don't know how far they'll go. Not in the face of all that out there. That'll have to be enough. Position your men around the crowd. Tell them to be ready to move. I'm gonna try to shout him down, raise Eleanor Guthrie, raise whatever I have to to try and strike a chord. Turn as much of that crowd as I can in our favor. Your men should take my lead. Hopefully it'll be enough to start a frenzy, cause enough confusion to break the ranks of the soldiers. Then in the chaos of it, we'll make a move to free Captain Vane. Go. Woman: Do it! Men who are not men at all, but beasts governed by the base instinct, incapable of anything but the most primal behaviors. A constant threat to every decent, God-fearing citizen among us. As long as those men roam free, strife will endure, fear will abound, and progress will elude us. Today marks the silencing of the most disruptive of those voices and a step towards the return of civilization in Nassau. But we must always remember however strong the need for the removal of these traitors, these relics of a more savage age, there is no relish in this moment, but there is righteousness and comfort in the knowledge that... What's happening? Wait. Billy, they're about to tie the noose. I know, just... wait. And that God's will will be done again in Nassau. [crowd shouting angrily] Bastard! Hang him! Court official: Does the condemned have anything to say before the sentence is carried out? [shouting continues] These men who brought me here today do not fear me. They brought me here today because they fear you. [crowd quiets] Vane: Because they know that my voice, a voice that refuses to be enslaved, once lived in you. And may yet still. They brought me here today to show you death and use it to frighten you into ignoring that voice. But know this. We are many. They are few. To fear death is a choice. And they can't hang us all. Get on with it, fuck. ♪ Billy. It's all right. Proceed. [neck snaps] [crowd gasps] [wind whistling] [chains rattle softly] [sobbing] [gagging softly] Now. Go. [grunting] ♪ Why? It was the only way to start it. He knew it was the only way. Start what? Look at them. Men, move along. Move along. The resistance in Nassau is now under way. [men muttering] [drum beat] [people singing] [people ululating] [blade slices] Another sacrifice for the cause. And that chest of ours only gets heavier. How many, do you imagine? Soldiers in the English force. How many do you imagine we'll face? 500, more or less. Is that so? From what I saw, I'd say seven is a reasonable guess. And that's assuming he doesn't call in reinforcements from Carolina, Virginia. There's no shortage of men eager to kill pirates these days. I walked that beach today. The terrain inland may be to her advantage, but that beach is not. The shore is too broad, the water too deep. Their anchorages will get far closer to the sand than you'd like. Even with defensive positions engineered in the bluffs, it will be an uphill struggle to offer any meaningful resistance at all to their landings. All struggles are uphill. That's why they're called struggles. [softly] That's quite true. But there is an aspect to this particular struggle I don't believe you've yet cracked. I understand your tactical deployment of the Walrus. She'll be massively outnumbered, but still a critical asset. I also understand you intend to place your Mr. De Groot in command of her. He'll manage. Yes, but he wasn't your first choice. It was supposed to be Charles, wasn't it? Are you suggesting a better replacement? Me. England may have removed Charles Vane from our number, but there is too much of him in me for England to fully will him away. In his absence, with everything that's at stake, I will be our Charles Vane. [distant drumming continues] I've just come back from the beach, and I couldn't help but notice the three additional ships anchored in the bay being outfitted for this battle right along with mine. Captain Hornigold will be sailing in consort with you, accompanied by his private militia. Mr. Underhill has formed a special company of men from the ranks of his plantation staff, men with experience hunting and capturing slaves. I will not go into battle alongside undisciplined conscripts. The force I bring to bear is sufficient to combat whatever awaits us. Jesus. He wants the force you bring to bear. He wants it. Eleanor: I know this enemy, Commodore. I know his mind. He took that cache with the express purpose of compelling us to commit your force to a battlefield of his choosing. Your force is factored into his thinking. He has planned for it. And I assure you, if you allow him to dictate the terms of battle, you court a disastrous outcome. If he expects your force, then we must send that which he does not expect. For we will have victory against this enemy. There simply is no alternative. [men shouting] Just returned from around the point. The word is spreading throughout the Bahamas that the governor in Nassau hanged a pirate in his square. Made an example of him, they say, to show that he is the steward of law and order in the West Indies. He is resolved to be the Englishman who ends piracy in the New World. The pirate he hanged in the square to underscore his point... was Charles Vane. ♪ I have yet to inform the men, as I imagine they'll have questions I don't know how to answer, so I wanted to ask you first. What do you want to do about it? 3x10: XXVIII Silver: Dobbs assault him, and he believes him responsible for choosing the men to be interrogated by them. But it's been sorted. I had three men hold him down while Dooley and Wayne administered a beating. Ellers: The governor in Nassau hanged a pirate in the square. The pirate was Charles Vane. What do you want to do about it? Billy: He knew it was the only way to start it. Start what? The resistance in Nassau is now under way. Queen: How long before their force arrives? A week. Then we have much preparation to do and little time to do it. Captain Hornigold will be sailing in consort with you. I know this enemy. He took that cache with the express purpose of compelling us to commit your force to a battlefield of his choosing. If you allow him to dictate the terms of battle, you court a disastrous outcome. [theme music playing] [crickets chirping] [shoveling] [shoveling] Silver: You sure this is wise? At the end of the day, secrets among friends are the source of all good things gone wrong. Is that what we are now? Friends? Rackham: He wasn't talking about you. He's talking about our hostess, the queen. That said, you're wrong. He's right. The safest place for this isn't behind walls or guarded with guns. The safest place lives outside the realm of anyone's awareness. If the English can't find it, they can't take it. I told them we were taking it, just not where. She agreed it was best for all for its whereabouts to remain unknown, provided that you were among the circle that knew of it. You they trust above any of us not to betray for money. The irony wasn't lost on either of us. Well, now that you've been fetched, much to do. A war to plan for. I've heard you use that word a thousand times. A war against England, now a war to reclaim Nassau. But hearing him use it just now, so near the actual arrival of it, it sounds different. It feels different. Not far from here, the fortifications are already built from which in a few days' time you'll look out and stare down King George's navy. Are you having second thoughts? Aren't you? All of the blood that's about to be spilt, all the things about to be lost... aren't you? Well, I wish it wasn't necessary, if that's what you're asking. [grunts] When we were becalmed, I told Billy I believed your darkest thoughts somehow had the ability to manifest themselves upon our reality. That your anger over the murder of Mrs. Barlow became the storm into which we all battled. That your despair over her death became the doldrums into which we all sank. In my defense, I hadn't had anything to eat or drink in a while. But the truth of it, I'm not sure it was that far off. Your demons are a part of our reality. Such is the nature of the influence you wield. Some of those demands I've come to know... but the one in whose name this war is to be fought... it is still a stranger to me. Before this war actually begins, I'm asking where it actually began. Will you tell me? [cannons firing] [men shouting] [cannon fire continues] [shouting] [cannonball whistling] [screams] [screams, groaning] [men shouting] [cannon fire continues] [ship's bell ringing] Oh, Jesus. They are not fucking around, are they? We're supposed to sail into that? One ship against their entire fleet? A favorable wind. We'll be upon them quickly. We'll take fire, obviously. If we can just get our vanguard aboard one of their ships, we could disrupt their entire line. Do not look at me like that. This is the plan. Harass their line. We create uncertainty in the minds of their soldiers on the ground and undermine their confidence in their command. Yeah, and I know how they'll feel. Man: Sails! East-southeast! East? Six ships. British colors. Who the fuck is that? Reinforcements, likely. It seems Governor Rogers was able to enlist the aid of one of his colleagues. I'll put a launch in the water now. What for? To inform Captain Flint so he can make his retreat. [chuckles] There could be hundreds of soldiers aboard those ships. The captain's battle plan does not take into account a force that large. Captain Flint's battle plan does not take into account his retreat. There is nowhere to retreat to. And given how much we have sacrificed to earn this battle, how can we do anything other than see it through? My friend may have given his life to earn this battle. I understand the obligation you are feeling to succeed, but there comes a certain point where one must accept what is painfully obvious. How many ships? What? The second fleet... How many ships? Man: Six sets of sails! Describe them, please. What difference does it make? Shut up. The flotilla... Describe them. Three tall ships! Two sloop! - One man of war. And one man of war. Make a course for that second flotilla, please. You're going to attack them? Time is short, please. Get us under way. Get us under way! [shouting] [shouting continues] Man: Right flank, kneel! Fire! [man shouting] [gun, shouting continues] [grunts] Man: Reload! Man: Bring the mortars forward! Mortars. Mortars! Concentrate on the mortars! [screaming] [screams] Man: Reload! Man #2: Three paces forward! Present! Fire! Company, form into two ranks! Now! Second cannons! Man: Take cover! [shouting continues] Man: Fire! Mortars in position! Fire! [screams] Fire! [screams] Captain, it's time! Not yet. Fire! Man #3: Two inches! Two inches! Fire! [gun, cannon fire echoing] Captain, we need to fall back. Fire! [yelps] Smoke! Man: Smoke! Man #2: Smoke! Man: Form into two ranks! Formation forward! Fall back! Man: Fall back! Man #2: Retreat! Flint: Fall back! [shouting continues] Man: Hold your fire! Man #2: Hold your fire! First company, prepare to move out! I wouldn't do that. Beg your pardon? Man: Stand easy! He asked for this fight, Major. He didn't do so without a plan. And I promise you, bumbling into a hasty retreat wasn't a part of it. Bumbling? They were overwhelmed by a superior force. He wants us to pursue him. He wants you to pursue him. A tactical withdrawal to guide us into an ambush. Am I to believe he sacrificed over 50 of his men, led them into a massacre deliberately, just to entice us to chase him? You don't know that man, Major, but I do. He's quite capable of what you suggest and more. [chattering] [murmuring] Reflected there. Is everything all right? Show her what you showed to me. "To the first to betray, I offer the first chance to repent. Remove the captain. You have until nightfall." Where did you get this? It was sitting at the foot of my bed when I woke this morning. Someone left it while I slept. The message, it would seem, is clear. There is a voice out there yet to identify itself that wants to see Captain Vane's remains removed from the gibbet in the square. Why does it look like this? An old wives' tale. Pirate lore. Avery's maiden crew was said to deliver the black spot as a warning to wayward crew members. Ignored on pain of death. Morton: I knew men when I was young who sailed with Avery. It was a bullshit story then, and it's no less a bullshit story now. Ma'am, cowards send notes. The form of the threat may not rightly be the issue. We are aware there is dissent on the street. Perhaps removing the gibbet would go a long way towards settling whatever unrest may be brewing. Soames: You're suggesting that the governor comply with an anonymous threat? I am suggesting the gibbet could be seen by some to be inflammatory. The point has been made. The law has been satisfied. It is a well-settled statement of resolve to maintain the display. If it is removed in the light of this threat, in the light of Captain Flint's standing ultimatum against the use of it, would it not worry you that it might appear weak? It certainly worries me to make self-defeating mistakes out of fear of appearing weak. Eleanor: No, he's right. He's right. It gives me no pleasure having it there, no matter what the street may say. But to remove it in this moment threatens to undermine confidence in the governor's leadership. That said, at the end of three days' time, I want it down and gone, not a minute longer. If you would like me to form a small detail to offer you protection in the meantime... If anyone has a problem with my allegiance to the Crown, my men and I are happy to address it with them. Ma'am? Excuse me. [murmuring] You should be in bed. I've spent enough time in bed. I did what I did. I know how it seems, to the street, to you, but please understand... It seems... as though a very difficult thing was done. It seems as though I am fortunate you had the courage to do it. You have enemies here. Then let them be my enemies as well. Any and all of them. And let them come. [birds squawking] [wood creaking] Man: As you were. [men chattering] Six ships... Two sloops, man of war... It's a familiar combination. I once had a fleet of that makeup. Man: Get her cleaned up, boy! [men shouting indistinctly] I came looking for Flint, not you. Where is he? He's currently being pummeled by half the British navy just beyond the horizon. The navy? The war to reclaim Nassau began here about an hour ago. The entirety of the British fleet under the command of Governor Rogers is in play. I'd like to think that you're here to join our effort, but I fear the reason for your arrival is something other than that. Charles is dead. The governor in Nassau hung him in the square. On the island I helped build, he thought he could do that and face no consequences. He failed to account for me. British law sentenced him, but I think you and I both know who it was that fashioned that noose, and it was no "he." I look forward to seeing Miss Guthrie again and settling Charles' account with her. But there is no victory over her without a victory here today. That much is clear. Will you help us find it? Flint: Madness is such a hard thing to define, which makes it such an easy label to affix to one's enemies. Once it had been applied to Thomas, once our relationship had been exposed, defiled, scandalized... everything ended. There were times that I was persuaded to sue for peace since then, but that was the day that on some level I knew... that England was broken... and that sooner or later a good man must resist it. I don't know what to say. You don't need to say anything. You asked me where I began, and I felt that you were entitled to an answer... To the truth. I appreciate that. And I am genuinely sorry. But you can see how this might be of particular and immediate concern for me. I can? Well, before today I knew of two people who managed to truly know you, to gain your trust, to be your partner, and they both ended up dead while playing the role. Now, wait a minute... Now you're telling me there's a third member of this class, making it even less credible to characterize Mr. Gates' and Mrs. Barlow's deaths as bad luck. It would seem that those closest to you meet their end not just during their relationship, but because of it. And as I sit here, I'm acutely aware there may be no one closer to you in the world right now than I. What exactly are you saying? That I've somehow sought out my own tragedies? Did you not tell me that our darkest motives will conceal themselves from us? Cloak themselves in whatever they must in order to move us to action? And even if that's not true, a pattern is a pattern, and only a fool ignores one because he does not care for the implications. So you see yourself as a potential fourth member of this class, concerned that your association with me will lead to your end. My association with you began out of necessity, but I've come to find a great deal of respect for you. Perhaps even friendship. Hmm. Which is why I find myself unnerved by the thought that when this pattern applies itself to you and I... that I will be the end of you. Is that so? Well, the three who preceded me all had one thing in common. They were vulnerable to you. Had more to lose than you, less means with which to protect themselves than you. Until recently, I thought that was me as well, but now... I don't know that it is anymore. It is natural for men new to power to assume that it has no limits. Trust me. It does. We agreed that I would select a man to be responsible for making a direct move against Captain Hornigold once the battle begins. I chose Mr. Dobbs. You chose Dobbs? Why the fuck would you do that? It's a dangerous errand... It's more than dangerous. The entirety of our plan rests on its success. Why would you assign it to a man harboring who knows what sort of resentment against you? Because it isn't resentment. If you had disciplined him, he would resent you for it, but towards me... I don't believe he feels resentment. I believe he feels shame for having disappointed me and a great need to redeem himself in my eyes. Send someone else. It's done. He knows. Were I to replace him now, it might provoke the response you wish to avoid. If you're wrong, if Mr. Dobbs takes this opportunity to betray you... to betray us... this battle will be over before it ever begins. Flint sent you to kill me, yet instead, you surrendered. Why? I sailed with that crew for months. Then they take the side of those fucking savages over a man who was supposed to have been their brother. Truth is, they didn't give a shit about me except that I did their bidding, so now I'm ready to see it end, and I can help you end it. Rollins: Says he knows where the slave camp is located. Says the cache with the gems is hidden nearby. Mr. Carter, please bring me that man there. Unfortunately, I've known too many men from Nassau in my life, and it's so very hard to know which can be taken at their word. Show me that you truly intend to leave Captain Flint and your life with him behind you. Oh, that man will meet the same end whether you shoot him or some other man hangs him, but I'd like to be quite certain your intentions are true. [gun] Major, prepare your men. Sir. Lieutenant, prepare the men. Make sure they have plenty of supplies, water, and ammunition. We're heading into the forest. [chattering] [speaking softly in native language] [gasps, speaks in native language] Madi: He was hiding by the water. Otherwise, everyone is accounted for and where they belong. All but you. You do not feel you are where you belong. The men above would fight to protect us. I should be among them. If we are to lead them into this war, we ought to show that we are willing to lead them through it. ♪ You have protected me for so very long. It is time I did the same for you. Did he get it? Your black spot was delivered, yeah. But? I saw him. He was in the tavern drinking with his men. They were in high spirits. And the gibbet remains? Yeah. I think it's going to take more than a note to frighten him. Of course it is. It was Mr. Gates who first told me about the spot. It kept him awake for three nights. It wasn't the note or the threat. It was the idea of Avery himself, just the awareness that someone so terrible knew your name. [chuckles] I have no doubt that Captain Throckmorton is currently unconcerned with our threat. We have only just begun to tell our story. We haven't yet introduced the villain. It's been a few days since I told you of my suspicions about Idelle, her role in the attack on the governor's caravan. One can only assume she did not act alone, but had partners in this endeavor. You did not report this news to the governor nor to Miss Guthrie. Nor did you take any action to discover who the partners might be. Until I know how this game will unfold, I choose to allow the players to reveal themselves to me lest I make an enemy out of someone I may one day wish to call a friend. [coat whooshes] [gasps] [women gasping] This way. Is it possible one of the governor's calls for assistance was heard? Reinforcements from a sister colony? [men chattering] Flint gave you command of his ship. Yes. You can count the things that Flint and I agree upon on one hand. But among them is the sincere confusion as to why Charles invested any time and energy in you. I suppose Flint's come to see that there might be some capacity in you after all. And? And what? "And" as in it sounded as if there was more to that thought. That you might see yourself agreeing with him again... about my capacity. There wasn't any more to that thought, was there? Man: Signal! On the flagship's mainmast! [men shouting] They're showing her fleet identification, asking us to verify who we are. Get my log from below. You have the proper codes to respond? I do. Don't. Raise the black instead. ♪ Raise the black? He believes we are beneath him, tactically incompetent. Why give him any reason to doubt it? To be underestimated is an incredible gift. Signal the line. Divide the gun crews and prepare the larboard batteries. Sir. Prepare the larboard batteries! Man: Prepare the larboard batteries! [men shouting] [men chattering] And did she fight it? Your mother. Did she resist your being here? I believe she wanted to. I believe every part of her being was calling out for it. Then why didn't she? She has spent so many years protecting our people, protecting me. To put it all in danger now... it is a necessary sacrifice if this war is to be won. But it violates everything she understands herself to be. She let me go because she knows that if we survive this battle today, she will likely need to step aside and make room for someone better suited to do what must be done. It's a hard thing to look your successor in the eye and know that their time is nearing while yours is almost through. But as far as successors go, your mother could do far worse. [dog barks and howls] Ma'am! [barking continues] [gun] Aah! [groaning] Dobbs: They'll fight to the death to defend it. There's only 100 men, more or less, left behind to guard it. The rest are women and children. And the cache? It's being guarded there as well? It's nearby. Buried. But the one of them who knows where to find it is inside that camp, and he cannot run away. Get a message to the major. Tell him he can deploy his men to this position. Let's finish this as quickly as possible. [chattering] Bonny: Do you trust him? What's that? A few weeks ago, we had a chance to sail with him. You said you'd always be looking over your shoulder, worried he'd fuck us the first chance he got. I will say this for him. In recent weeks, among the disturbing number of people who've tried to kill one or the both of us, he is not among them. Charles was, in some sense, a son to him, and Charles was, in some sense, a brother to us. I couldn't tell you what that makes us to him, but something, perhaps. Gun crews at the ready! Man: Gun crews at the ready! See you on the other side. ♪ Always. [men shouting] Does he actually mean to exchange broadsides with us? Pass word up the line. All ships may fire at will. Yes, sir. Gun crews, prepare to engage! Larboard batteries may fire at will! [cannon fire continues] [cannon fire continues] Man: Open the ports! Open the ports! ♪ Company, present! Fire! Fire! Aah! Aah! [Gun continues] Defenders across the water have been rendered largely ineffective. With any luck, we'll have a beachhead established in an hour, find Mr. Silver, the fugitive Mr. Rackham, and have the cache in our possession before the sun sets. [gun continues] Sir. [clicks tongue] Come. [men shouting] [shouting continues] I once thought that to lead men in this world, to be liked was just as good as feared, and that may very well be true. But to be both liked and feared all at once is an entirely different state of being... in which, I believe, at this moment, I exist alone. The men need to know they're in good favor with me. They need it, and there is nothing they won't do to make sure they have it. Mr. Dobbs will do what I ask of him. Man: Fire! Pull everyone back. Sir? Pull them back, now! Silver: He will lead Captain Hornigold exactly where I ask him to, of this I'm sure. [trumpeting] But from there, it's up to you. [grunts] [grunts] [shouting] Man: We're being ambushed! [shouting, screaming] [shouting, screaming continues] Man: Company, withdrawal! [grunts] [gasping] [whinnies] Fire! [screams] What the hell is he doing? Could he mean to board us? Order the larboard batteries to concentrate their fire on that ship. And send word to the Orion to do the same. Yes, sir. All crews, larboard batteries, target the lead ship! [men shout] What...? [men shouting] Fire! Man: Fire! Aim ahead a little more! Man: Fire! Lead him! [grunts] Aah! Aah! Get to the stern chasers! Now! Fire! [screaming] [cannon fire continues] [chuckles] Sir! It's the Orion! She's been overrun! Get the gun crews to resume firing. [men shouting] How, sir? Sir? Shall we prepare to repel boarders? Cut our... Our anchor cables and signal the line to retreat. [men shouting, screaming] [grunting] [spits] [whinnies] Come on! [whinnies] Aah! ♪ [shouts, screams echoing] ♪ [gurgles] [exhales] Man: Company, retreat! Man #2: Back! Fall back! Man #3: Company, retreat! Retreat! Tell your governor! You tell him I'm coming! Let us say there is some merit to your argument. Let us say that Mr. Dobbs will do as you ask of him. I would have to admit in that case that the world has shifted beneath our feet in a most startling way. But in terms of our future and the danger that you believe you may pose to me, bear this in mind. I have survived starvation, a tempest, pirate hunters, jealous captains, mutinous crews, angry lords, a queen, a king, and the goddamn British navy. So to whatever extent you may be concerned that some day we will clash, worried that though today we be friends, some day you will have no choice but to be my end, I wouldn't worry too much. Garrett: They call him John the Giant. They say that he's seven foot tall. They say that he moves better on that leg than most do with the ones that God gave them. Why would they say that? A man walks into a tavern out of the dead of night, threatens the entirety of the island, and then proceeds to remove a man's head with a metal shoe. I say that's a story that stands a strong chance of seeing itself embellished. Do we care that it isn't remotely true? Doesn't matter what's true. Not now, at any rate. We're creating the appearance of a man out of nothing. The appearance of a man that the resistance against the English feels compelled to rally around. We'll introduce him. We'll put flesh on him. We'll give him a soul. But if the street wants to invest him with more than we can on our own, I won't fight them about it. But hat name isn't doing anything for us. We'll have to see about that. For those of you who have not heard, the governor has imposed martial law upon all of Nassau Town in response to the murder of Captain Throckmorton. He asks that I convey to the rest of his council the contents of the letter left for him today, taking responsibility for Captain Throckmorton's murder. "I was no one, and then you came, and my island fell, and I became something else." Why not Flint? Flint? You want to put a man forward as the face of our efforts to oust the English from the island, why not use Flint? They all know him already. They all fear him already. I've lived too long dependent upon Flint to be the one to hold our ranks together. It's time we finally had an alternative. "On the night I confiscated the pardon rolls, the night I started becoming, I made clear my position that there would be two sorts of men on the island going forward... Those like Captain Vane, determined to stand by their oath to the very end, and those like Captain Throckmorton, happy to be the first to betray it. And thus, as always, to traitors..." Does he even know? Mr. Silver? Does he have any idea you're using his name? What flows forth from this house, starting tonight, is a new story for Nassau. I've watched her follow mad men. I've watched her follow rich men. I've watched her bow before tyrants. But now it's time she had a king. When we're ready, when he's ready, he'll step into the role we've created for him... and lead an impossible army into an unwinnable war... and win it. "Captain Throckmorton's black spot will not be the last. Ignore it, and join him. Heed it, and reclaim your place amongst us. Until then, I remain... Long John Silver." 4x01: XXIX Flint: I am suggesting that we help each other by an alliance of pirates and slaves, bring down Nassau, maybe bring it all down. My name is Woodes Rogers, and I am the next governor of New Providence Island. Spain... what did you have to promise them? That I would secure the remains of the Urca de Lima's gold and return it to Havana. Vane: You set aside some of the gold? Rackham: She did. How much? Mm. Vane: A cache of gems. Spain is willing to burn Nassau to the ground. The only way Rogers can prevent this is to find the cache and return it, which means if we were to find it first, we could dictate what happens next. Flint: Where's Vane? The militia arrived before he could get away. We had no choice but to run. Billy: You cannot stay. The war is going to follow that chest. I'll go back and address the situation. We're creating the appearance of a man out of nothing that the resistance against the English feels compelled to rally around. When he's ready, he'll step into the role we've created for him. Ben: Does he have any idea you're using his name? Long John Silver. It's a hard thing to look your successor in the eye. But as far as successors go, your mother could do far worse. Charles is dead. Governor in Nassau hung him in the square. The resistance in Nassau is now underway. I think you and I both know who it was that fashioned that noose. Eleanor: I know this enemy. He took that cache with the express purpose of compelling us to commit your force to a battlefield of his choosing. If you allow him to dictate the terms of battle, you court a disastrous outcome. [horse whinnies] Tell your governor! You tell him I'm coming! ♪ ♪ [heart beat] Flint: "And the Lord said unto Rebecca, two nations are in thy womb. Two peoples within you who shall be divided. One shall be stronger than the other. And the older shall serve the younger." Twins... as close as two things can get to being the same one, and what's the first thing they do to each other? fight over who gets to be the first one to see the light of day. And here I sit at the head of an army of men, each of whom, present company included, has probably at some point considered killing the man he now fights alongside, each of whom, present company included, has certainly considered killing me. If it makes you feel any better, I haven't considered killing you in months. A little bit. We're so close. So very close. If we can just hold this alliance together just a little longer, if we can just... will it forward just a little more... And nothing will ever be the same for anyone ever again. You and I have willed our men through unthinkable things to get this far. Why not one more? To call Nassau home again. [bell ringing] Man: Two flags on the starboard bow! [waves crashing] [men chattering] There's no sign of the alarm being raised. Is it possible they trust our false colors? Well, anything's possible, but I wouldn't count on it. Maintain our current approach, present heading. Prepare to take courses. De Groot: Aye, Captain. Maintain course. Man: All hands, stand by to change course. Lookout reports had five two-masted vessels in the harbor while you were below. That's what Billy's information suggested we should expect. De Groot: I want more men in the yard. With the governor's naval consort gone and the fort lightly armed, if at all, they won't be able to prevent us from making our landing today. Hmm. De Groot: Keep the course. Stay with the land. You still don't trust him, do you? I understand why you do. I don't believe that's what I asked. I don't believe you want me to answer what you've asked. We are in sight of the end of this journey, and he's still worried this alliance all falls apart before we get there. Please don't give him any more reason to indulge that feeling. ♪ ♪ Gun crews, prepare the starboard batteries, double shot! Sharpen up the yards now. And clew our courses as we approach the harbor. Helm, once we've cleared the reefs, head up two points so that we might begin our run. Aye, sir. [men shouting indistinctly] One of us should probably say something. About what? I don't know, the moment? Remind the men in whose name this fight is to be fought? You think they've forgotten? No, but we are emotional beings, after all, and rhetoric is the fuel that feeds the fire. For 10,000 years, a man anticipating conquest has stood before his army... Do it. Friends, a word before it all begins. It's no wonder you don't say much. Rackham: If you please. Man: Lads, hey, listen up. [chatter stops] Rackham: Thank you. All of us have given some part of ourselves to reach this moment. Today, we reclaim what is ours. And we seek retribution for what was taken from us. Today there will be vengeance for the death of Charles Vane. ♪ ♪ Silver: What is it? Flint: The governor's sloops aren't moving. Well, what would you have them doing? Guns as they are, maybe nothing. Maybe something. What the hell does that mean? De Groot: The Revenge is almost in range of the fort. No guns. It's just as Billy said. [men shouting indistinctly] Standby the anchor! And signal the Eagle to offer her larboard batteries to hold those sloops at bay. [men shouting orders] What the fuck is the Defiant doing? Why is she cutting across our bow? Man: The Defiant's altering course! Helm! Hard to starboard! Hard over! Trim in all the sails! [all shouting] Brace up sharp! ♪ ♪ [wood creaking, cracking] Man: Take the larboard bow! Move ahead! [men shouting] [wood creaking] Let the sheets fly! Let the sheets fly! Man: Let the sheets fly! [wood cracking, groaning] [men shouting] Man #1: Let go of the line! Man #2: Watch out for the cannons! [men shouting] Man: Look out! Brace yourselves! Silver: Can we get free? [all shouting] Get to the guns! Get the shots! Berringer: Looks like the barricade held, sir. Your orders? Open fire. Eastern battery, open fire. Man #1: Fire! Man #2: Fire! Take cover! [man screaming] Man #1: Fire! Man #2: Fire! [wood groans] Man: Brace ahead! [groans] [men screaming] [screaming] Signal the sloops to engage. Engage the sloops! Man: Signal to pursue! [men shouting] [cannonballs crashing] I'm giving the order! Not yet. If we don't get these men off the ship, they're dead. If we don't find a way to harass those guns, everyone's dead. Harass them with what? The starboard guns can't elevate enough to get anywhere near that fort. [cannonballs crashing] [grunts] [men shouting] All hands! [man screaming] Reset the topsails and t'gallants! [men shouting] [cannonballs crashing] Now! Man: Ready top sails! Ready those guns! [Crashing and screaming continue] T'gallants! Pull! Pull! Man: Put your backs into it! Pull those lines! Pull! Pull! Man #1: Top sails in the corner. Man #2: Top sails! Reload with chain shot and target their canvas. Man: Reload with chain shot! Go! Man: Fire! [cannons firing] [screams] Gun crews! On my mark! [cannonball crashes] Fire! [men shout] Ah! [cannon fire continues] Abandon ship! All hands! [men shouting] Flint: Abandon ship! Get the ladders over! [men shouting] [all screaming] [cannonballs crashing] Get on the longboats. What are you doing? I'll be the slowest one. Get on the ladder! It's all right. Go. [screams] Go! Why aren't we moving in closer? We cannot fire the great guns into that mess. We'll kill as many of our own men as theirs. But if we run with the one ship that still presents a threat to the governor, he may very well chase and give the survivors their best chance of escaping to the fallback position on the eastern shore. And if they don't chase? [cannonball crashes] [screams] [men screaming] [man screams] Come on! Get in the longboat! I got ya! [Cannonball whistles, crashes] Fall, sir! Man: We're not gonna make it! [gasps] [muffled shouting] [gun] [muffled sounds echoing] [bullets whistling] [gasps] ♪ ♪ [faint] Return fire! In the wind! [no audible dialogue] [ship creaking and groaning] Berringer: Shall we pursue the man-of-war, my Lord? It'd be the cost of rounding up those longboats. Are you certain your men can capture her? Teach is a formidable opponent, but his ship is weakened, and my men can attack from three directions with greater numbers with greater discipline. Tactically, he's greatly disadvantaged. Between tactics and passion, I'll take the latter. If our information's correct and he seeks revenge over the death of Charles Vane, he will fight with passion today. Revenge is a powerful motivator, undoubtedly. Fortunately, my men would like a little of it for themselves as well. Do it. Signal to pursue! Inform the council I'll return once the street is secure. And please have someone retrieve my wife. Of course, my Lord. [Soft conversations, baby crying] [priest reading Bible verses] Oh, fuck. [groans] Max: It has been quiet for some time. Is that bad for us or bad for them? Hard to say. If it were bad for us, I assume we would know by now. For whose benefit is that? I'm told that once mastered, it's actually quite soothing. At this moment, I'm finding that hard to believe. But if I am to play the role, I ought to make some effort to look the part. It bothers me that this does not bother you. What's that? This. That. All of it. The world is changing so rapidly and we with it. I fear the day will soon come when we will no longer recognize either. [chuckles softly] We are who we are. Nothing so important changes so quickly. [door opens] Mrs. Rogers? The governor requests your presence. [indistinct conversations] Two ships grounded and only one escaped the barricade. Three ships grounded. Teach is still loose. All things considered, we are very lucky. I'm sorry you weren't there to see it. I know it cannot be comfortable to be so removed. I don't know. I got to make this. I am sure there were others that found themselves more uncomfortable today than I. Man: Company at the ready! Company! And I told you before we ever set foot on this island I will do whatever necessary to ensure your success here. If the street understands us better when I sit among your men's wives rather than your men, if the world makes more sense to them that way and your authority grows because of it, as uncomfortable as it may be, then that is a compromise I am willing to make. Man: Governor? I'll send for you as soon as I'm satisfied the street is secure. Captain. ♪ ♪ Flint: That's the last one. According to the men who just landed, that is the last longboat. I heard the same. I'm told they saw an injured man pulled aboard from out of the water, almost drowned. I heard the same. Here I must be careful. I have well over 200 men unaccounted for. Those who remain, it will be very hard to explain to them why, with all I have to attend to, I choose to stand here hanging onto the fate of just one of them. I know that you and he had been working closely together of late, become friends even. I don't know what I'm trying to say. Perhaps just that... he is my friend, too. [sharp whistle] They obstructed the harbor! I know. Two ships they sunk! It must have taken them days to arrange! I know, I... Then why the fuck didn't you warn us?! I did warn you! There were three ships, not two. He bought them cheap out of Abaco. He scuttled them six days ago. The moment I learned of it, I sent word to Mr. Featherstone. He was supposed to send word to you not to enter the harbor. Then Mr. Featherstone has fucked us all. Yes, I know that, too. Is this all that's left? Teach and the Revenge are unaccounted for. I saw them sailing north away from the harbor under pursuit. The rest... are presumed dead or captured. And Silver? Which is he? There'll be debts to repay after today. And there'll be plenty of time to do it. But right now, we need to get off the sand. Madi: Where are you? What? We sail for Nassau soon. There are many other places I could be in this moment to prepare. I choose to be here. Where have you just chosen to go? We received word today from Nassau that Billy's resistance movement has proclaimed its fealty to a pirate king, a man who would one day return to Nassau from his exile, expel the English, and punish those who betrayed the cause. You left my bed for that? Now, the pirate king's name... is Long John Silver. Long John Silver? Yeah. Who is long John Silver? Well, that's a very good question. I assume he saw value in the tall tales told about me after that night in the tavern. Saw mystery in it, perhaps. Use my name upon which to build his story. And this bothers you why? We've come this far because when Flint and I are of the same mind, there's no obstacle yet encountered that we cannot surmount. I don't know why that is. He doesn't know why it is. But it is. To elevate one of us over the other, even as a fiction, seems to me to be tempting fate in a most dangerous way. And... And it upsets you because you believe he is your friend? Yes, it upsets me. And I know that Billy's been looking for a way to remove Flint from our lives for months now. I'm sure that's somewhere at the root of this. And I don't like having him conscripting me into his cause without me even having a say. I'm sorry. Because I believe he is my friend? Are you questioning whether I'm qualified to have an opinion on that subject? Did you not once tell me of your worry about the fate of those whom Captain Flint has called friends before you? A lot has changed since then. A lot has changed since then, but what has not changed is that when a man first needs you and thereafter calls you a friend, a little suspicion is a healthy thing. That'd make a lot more sense if I didn't need him just as badly as he needs me. I don't believe you do. Whatever he is to you, whatever you are to him... I don't believe you need him to be the man you are. I think you would be a very good king. If I were a no-good pirate, I would follow you wherever you led. ♪ ♪ [Cannon fire, men shouting] Take the courses. Brace the main and mizzen aback. Haul in the guns. Close all the gun ports. You're letting up? With the damage done to the rig, I can't maneuver our broadside around fast enough to be of any effect. The sloops are too nimble. But hauling in the guns? They'll board us easily. I was always told that you were the one without fear. Was I misinformed? It ain't fear to want to do a hard thing smart. He wants this fight. Let him have it. Prepare to be boarded! Man: Prepare to be boarded! [men shouting] [swords clashing] [grunting angrily] My Lord, the squad is returning from the outer beaches. All told, the captive number 75. Well, there are more out there. There must be. With our numbers, our ability to search outside Nassau town is limited. Without any sense of where to look... And what about informants? [scoffs] Informants? Well, there must be someone in town who knows where the pirates would go to hide. I understand they might be hesitant to come forward yesterday, with the outcome in doubt, but today? Are you telling me that literally no one has offered assistance? [chuckles] Oh, of course they haven't. Why would they when it is so much easier to do nothing at all? Somewhere on the other side of the world, Spain and England are fighting yet another war over what king will sit upon what throne. Meanwhile we fight an enemy here determined to see all of civilization collapse. The only thing standing between them and their goal is you and I, and no one else seems willing to lift a finger to help. I hope at some point someone will explain to me what sort of sense any of that makes. Man: Don't look at me! Keep moving. You heard, move. How many others? On your knees! Captured nine more just east of the fence line. We think this one's Flint's ship's master. You are part of Flint's inner circle? If you have information about Captain Flint's contingency plans, it may argue in favor of leniency. Go fuck yourself. Pull him up. You don't remember me, do you? I was there that day in the forest, when your trap was sprung. I saw what your people did to my men. I was told that after the fact, the children of the camp... were encouraged to remove the ears from men I called friends. Trophies to mark the victory. We that remain do so in violation of our orders to return home, a breach of our duty to His Majesty's Army. Someday, if we see England again, I imagine we'll have to answer for it. Hold him. But some things are more important than duty. No, n-no! [screaming] I doubt they'll turn on their own kind, my Lord. This isn't that sort of a war anymore. I want the trials started as soon as possible. I want this behind us. Of course. Billy: After you defeated his forces, the naval commander notified the governor he was quitting Nassau, took his fleet right to London. One subordinate, Captain Berringer, he led a mutiny of a few hundred men determined to stay and avenge their defeat. Swore a loyalty oath to Rogers personally, and then began a purge in town of anyone even suspected of having a connection to our cause. What kind of purge? Well, hangings, torture. Eventually the street was more afraid of him than of us, and the black spots had ceased having any effect. So we challenged him directly, tried to force our way into town, but... his men are fanatical, and the fighting was most bloody. At its worst, Berringer tried to reach out from town into our camp, turned two of our men against us, help finish us off for good. Fortunately we were able to discover the plot in time. The lines are settled now. He controls the town but little else. My people have free reign over most of the rest of the island. Your people? [horse whinnies in distance] The scouts are returning. I'll meet you inside. ♪ ♪ [indistinct whispering] Madi: Is it over? Is what over? You looked into my mother's eyes and you said a great war lay ahead of us, one in which pirates and slaves would stand together and strike a blow that might shake the very foundation of the British Empire. Now our ships are gone, our army is fractured, battered, and beaten. And the only man among you I trusted is dead. I'm asking you... if this war died with him. Man: Come down! Open this door! Get over here! [men shouting angrily] Man: It is the opinion of this court that the evidence brought to bear against this particular defendant is both abundant and incontrovertible. Having afforded him ample opportunity to speak in his own defense... 121 prisoners we took today. Had our enemies 121 prisoners of ours, I imagine their deaths would be swift and cruel. For us, it means 121 prisoners to be housed and guarded, 121 mouths to feed, 121 trials to process. Never let it be said that civilization came to anyone easily here. And these trials, they will all be taking place here? It would please me if you would accommodate it, yes. Judge Adams and his... court, we have all seen in recent weeks since their arrival that their appetites are significant. Shall I expect to be reimbursed for the costs of this? You stood in my office and said you wished us to be friends. As my friend, I would think you would be eager to do your part to see our common enterprise survive its current crisis. I beg your pardon, my Lord, but have I not proved to you my friendship? At great personal risk to myself and my interests, I made enemies of the pirates in order to ensure your success. Made enemies of them? They've been my enemies for some time now. Are you saying that they haven't been yours? May I suggest... I thank you for your aid today. It is, I believe, to be expected, today, tomorrow, every day till the war is won. That is the burden that we all ought to share. I serve you best, my Lord, when I am seen by the street as having some independence from you, as your silent partner, I am able... There are no silent partners anymore. I will have no more of them. This is now an island of true friends and mortal enemies and nothing in between. Now, in this moment, I still believe you are among the former. Should I have any reason to believe otherwise? Of course not, my Lord. Thank you. [Gavel bangs, crowd murmuring] Give us the room. I don't have exact numbers, but it sounds as though there's already been a significant number of prisoners captured from the harbor. I assume they'll push to start the hangings right away, which doesn't leave us much time. Now, even with your men here, we don't have sufficient numbers to move on Nassau directly and be assured victory. But if we could dramatically increase those numbers... Increase them how? The Underhill plantation. It's the largest and richest of the interior estates, and it's home to well over 200 slaves. It's well-defended. Until now, I haven't had the manpower to take it. But now, with the men we have here, I think it's possible, and if we could convince even half of those slaves to join our fight, we might then actually be in a position to take back... Flint: Too long. What you're suggesting, we don't have time for that. Well, it'll take a few days... The governor may be on his heels, but he won't stay that way for long. It will be days, hours maybe, before he finds a way to set his feet beneath him and retrench. We need to strike quickly, directly at Nassau with as many forces as we can muster and today. Hang on... We are two battered fighters at the end of a long fight. The next blow struck may be a decisive one, and we have to be the one that strikes. Stop. I prepared these men to follow Long John Silver upon his return. Now, if you assume that in his absence, that role now reverts to you... then you assume wrong. See, my men know your name, but you weren't the one who recruited them into this. You weren't the one who led them in those midnight raids in the Western plantations. You weren't the one who has lived with them and drank with them and bled with them. So in the absence of Long John Silver, the men will look to me, not you, for answers to what happens next, and I will be the one to give them those answers, not you. I have become so easily set aside, have I? Do you have value to me? Yes. Would your skill in a fight aid us in our efforts? Of course. But do we need you here? No. We do not. You're forgetting one thing. Somewhere on an island a few days' journey from here is a chest filled with treasure buried in a secret place, and of the three men who know of that place, I may be the last one alive after today. Are you threating to withhold the location of the chest that every man here is counting upon to provide for Nassau's treasury once we secure it solely so you can maintain your own status here? There is an unthinkable victory within our reach, and I will see this through by whatever means I have at my disposal. This seems like the act of a small man to you. Were he here, I'm sure, Mr. Silver would make this all sound more agreeable to you. But without him, think what you like. My word will govern. Madi: I know, too. Three men know the resting place of the chest, and one woman. He told it to me before we left home. It would be preferable if there were one voice to govern here tomorrow, but I don't think it's going to be quite so simple. There will be no pirate king here. Of that much, I am certain. [beat] [distant explosions] [beat speeding up] [distant screams] [beat speeding up] [Gasping, explosions and shouting] [goat bleats] [Panicked grunting, goat bleating] [wood creaking] Are you through? Yes. Then go. When was the last time you fought in a vanguard? He ain't never gonna see you in that way, Teach. I know why you want him to, but it ain't never gonna happen. You think that little of me that I care so much how I'm seen in his eyes, I'd be willing to lose my life over it? Then why did you do it? When I was in that carriage with the governor, when your horses first appeared, I had a chance to end it all. Had my hands round his neck. Had I done more in that moment, had I been more in that moment... Charles would still be here. The idea that he might be looking down on me in this moment and find me not doing everything in my power to see his death answered for, that is something I'm willing to put my life at risk over, how I'm seen in his eyes. Charles Vane stood by us when no one else would. Charles Vane risked his life for us. Charles Vane... Oh, fuck Charles Vane. I know how you felt about him. I felt the same way, and you know it. But he's dead. And I can't see what fucking sense it makes to keep trying to make him happy. And all it's actually gonna lead to is you joining him. If it had been me strung up in that square, you'd feel the same way? I came here 'cause we all agreed we had a chance to take Nassau back, have a place of our own. I ain't here to prove anything! I ain't here to figure out who I am. And I sure as shit ain't here to pretend a dead man might think better of me for it. We are all here towards the end of retaking the island. In terms of motive, maybe we'll all just have to accept that we're driven by different things. Yeah? And what happens when those motives start demanding their own ends? And this thing we're all a part of starts splitting right down the middle? That isn't going to happen. It already is. What did he do? Bonny: Set a course for Nassau... to send a message when we return... that this can all end... if the governor turns over the one thing he wants. When I made the choice to see Charles' sentence carried out, I did not know what the consequences would be. I knew it was the only way to protect our future here, to protect you, so I did it. And when the backlash followed, the resentment over my relationship with you, which I knew could only be soothed by my pretending to have no influence at all, I did that, too. I did all of it, contorted myself into the role, mutilated myself so that it would fit because I believed as long as you believed I was your partner, it didn't matter what anyone else believed. I've never believed you to be anything less than that. Good, then can you tell me what the fuck just happened back there? I am asking her to bear no more sacrifice than you or I or a dozen others. You're not asking her to bear anything. You have saddled her with the cost of those trials. You might as well have stolen the money to pay for it, but that is not what I am talking about and you know it. To be my partner in this, there are things that you are better off letting me worry about. That is not what you said. No more silent partners. We all bear the burden of this together. What is it you are not telling me? I don't want to be protected. I don't want it. I need to know why you're behaving as if victory is so far away when to me, it seems that it is so close at hand. When I informed Sarah of my intent to formally end our marriage, I did not know what the consequences would be. I didn't imagine they would be significant. We'd barely spoken in years. Her reaction... was more significant than I'd anticipated. What did she do? Her family intervened with a few of my larger creditors and persuaded them to accelerate my timetables for repayment. And if those creditors call the loans, it will force the others to follow suit. I would default. The courts would issue the warrant, and I would be a fugitive from the law. England is at war. There is no money from them to support our efforts here. So I have had to assume substantial private debts to do so... Debts which grow by the day. And as it would seem, the only thing more costly than our defeats are our victories. Debts which will require the swift return of commerce here if they are ever to be repaid, commerce whose return at the moment seems so very far away. Why didn't you tell me? You are not a compromise to me. I do not regret what I did, no matter the consequences. And I didn't want you to have any reason to think that I did. Her family has the ability to do that, to manipulate your creditors so easily? Creditors respond to money. And they respond to influence. Her family has both. I understand. But... so does mine. [gentle waves] [panting] [Blow lands with sword, man cries out] ♪ ♪ [panicked grunting] Man: Long John Silver. Welcome home. 4x02: XXX Flint: They obstructed the harbor. Billy: I know. Two ships they sunk. I know, I... Then why didn't you warn us? I did warn you! We don't have sufficient numbers to move on Nassau, but if we could increase those numbers... Increase them how? The Underhill plantation. Captured nine more just east of the fence line. I want the trial started as soon as possible. What did he do? Anne: Set a course for Nassau to send a message when we return. When I informed Sarah of my intent to formally end our marriage, her family persuaded my old creditors to accelerate my timetables for repayment. I would default. Madi: Three men know the resting place of the chest, and one woman. He told it to me before we left home. There will be no pirate king here. Of that much I am certain. [panting] Long John Silver. Welcome home. ♪ ♪ [footsteps] [seagulls screeching] [man panting] [seagulls screeching] [flies buzzing] [wind whistling] [manacles rattling] [muffled groans] [muffled crying] What is this? I said, what's going on here? What do you want from me? Blacksmith pays for these. [metal clanking] Jeweler pays for these. The law pays for you. 500 pieces for Long John Silver. I'm sorry, I think you're mistaken. I'm not... I seen you. Huh? Before. Before you was Long. Now... they say you're supposed to be a pirate king. A strongman. That true? Hmm. That's what I thought. More lies. So, you returned. You're angry. Ah. And you just killed one of the governor's men. Now write that. I killed who? Killed him. [muffled groans] What? 500 pieces they pay before you did it. I think more after. fuck you. [muffled cries] [knife slices] [muffled scream] [gurgling] Write. [chatter] [hammering] [distant dog barking] [birds chirping] [hammering continues] I am told it will begin soon. The executions of the men captured on the beach yesterday. It's for the best to have it done. It could have been you. I gave you... both of you, a place to stand here. I gave you a life, and you repaid me by conspiring with my enemies. Ma'am, I don't know what you think you heard, but... Quiet. I know you were responsible for Captain Rackham's escape. I know you solicited her to aid you in the effort. I know you relayed information to the pirate resistance throughout the purges here. I have been monitoring all of it since it began. Monitoring? You intercepted his message. The warning that was to alert Captain Flint of the governor's obstructing the harbor. Why aren't we out there? Why didn't you report us to Captain Berringer? Man: Let fall! [dog barking] [rope creaking] [horse whinnies] The continued pirate threat makes Captain Berringer a necessary, if temporary, evil. But I do not care for the idea of having him trampling through my affairs, encouraged by one scandal to search for more, which is why I secured an agreement from the governor that my informants would be held immune from any prosecution for their prior associations with the pirates. This will all pass soon enough... if we let it. My grandfather was a pirate of another sort. When he was a young man, he swindled a ship, hired it to privateers, and earned a share of their spoils for his trouble. But he had an ambition for something far greater than plunder, a desire to build something more permanent. So, plunder purchased more ships. Ships generated more profits, profits became wealth, which became influence, which became power. By the time I was born, my grandfather was one of the wealthiest men in the New World. If I go to him, if I plead our case and gain his support, that might be all we need, all Nassau needs, to emerge from this intact. He could pay my debts? Several times over, yes. He could send us ships? And guns? And mercenaries? Yes. But? My father was ill-favored by his family, and that was before he made their name synonymous with piracy in the West Indies. And all I've done since is make their name synonymous with scandal in London. It is far from a foregone conclusion that they'll be inclined to offer me their help. But, given our state of affairs, it seems more than worth a try. And unlike in the past... I now have something to offer them that may make the ask more attractive. What's that? You. They can purchase ships and influence and power, but they cannot purchase what they ultimately want. And that is for the family to be known within London society for something more than being a backwater merchant clan. Calling you a part of it certainly wouldn't hurt matters. [door opens] What is it? [seagulls screeching] [men chattering] Man: Steady, now. Berringer: She drifted into the harbor a little while ago. A message from Teach upon his return. There he intends to sit. Denying passage in or out of the bay. If we cede to his demand, he will leave. What demand is that? That we surrender to him the woman he holds responsible for the murder of Charles Vane. He also holds 61 more of my men prisoner aboard his ship. If we refuse, he promises they will meet the same fate as these men. [seagulls screeching] He won't turn her over. Not for 60 men. Not for 600 men. No. I don't expect he will. Nor do we have the stores to maintain this blockade for long. So we need to move quickly. You'll gather your men. You will stand ready to depart upon nightfall. And whilst the enemy remains focused on us, you will make your landing to the west and move undetected into town. You will find Eleanor Guthrie and you will bring her out of Nassau, back here. There ain't no good way in from the west. I agree. Perhaps an approach from the lagoon. Do it. [chatter] [birds chirping] We depart for the Underhill plantation on the hour, arrive just before dark, approach from the east, eliminate the overseers, secure the main house, and in so doing establish a camp capable of Billy's plan. Your plan. You will be leading our forces. Does that not make it your plan, too? What choice do I have? I must say, it, uh, caught me by surprise, your assertion that Mr. Silver had revealed the whereabouts of the buried cache. Assertion? Maybe he told you. Felt close enough to you to share it, or maybe... you saw an opportunity to counter my leverage with Billy. And all it took was a lie that's terribly inconvenient to disprove. [sighs] And what choice did I have? The moment we arrived, it was instantly clear to me... he is the one keeping this place together. His men look up to him, rely on him, trust him. Many of your men even trust him, as well. He is going to be relevant to what happens next here. That much is painfully obvious. And your first instinct is to dismiss him. Had I not stepped in, who knows how destructive that could have become for everyone? [horse nickers] [clicks tongue] [seagulls screeching] Can't sit still and let him hold us hostage. Can't fight him directly or we risk losing what few soldiers we have left. And even if I could slip a ship past him to seek aid from your family in the colonies, you'd have to be on that ship. And you'd never get that far before he caught you. [sighs] I won't risk that. All right. Here's what we're gonna do. I board the sloop... No. ... and I run. You just said it's too far to outrun him. To Philadelphia it's too far, but I can make safe harbor somewhere nearer. Outrun for a day, pull him away from here, then seek shelter in a friendly port strong enough to prevent his entry. Meanwhile... the door will be open for you to reach your grandfather and gain his aid. Why you? Why not have someone else lead him away? Because he won't leave that position to chase someone else. He'd chase you, and I believe, given the opportunity, he might chase me for a chance at ending this regime once and for all. From where I stand, it's the only way out of this. Judge Adams: Insurrection against the lawfully appointed governor, high seas piracy, treason. Does the accused have any words to say in his own defense? Pirate: fuck... you. Judge Adams: Oh, get him. Man: This is injustice! Pirate: fuck you! [men shouting] fuck you! [shouting continues] Man #2: Gentlemen, that's enough! Get out there. Go on. Man #3: Bring in the next man! It's been like that all day. We've condemned a dozen men since morning. And between them, I've yet to see an ounce of remorse. Savages to the bitter end. When you condemn a dozen men in as many hours, perhaps remorse is a bit much to ask. You object to these trials. I do not object to trials, I do not object to hangings. What I do object to, however, is spectacle, certain to increase defiance and anger rather than sooth it. We should be moving past this, not wallowing in it. That's a very noble perspective. And I might share it were it not for the soldier of mine found with his throat slit this morning... with a note attached... threating that any further hanging of pirates would be met with more reprisals. A note attributed... to Long John Silver. I believe our current war is far from over. I believe there are yet still radicals amongst us eager to do us harm in the name of their pirate king. And I believe there is more you could be doing to aid us in ferreting out those radicals. If you choose to. I am very sorry for the loss of your man, and I will be vigilant, as I always am, about any information that might allow us to make Nassau safe. But promises were made by the governor to me, by me to my informants. And if oaths are no longer kept here, if boundaries are no longer respected here, then there is no civilization left here to defend, and I do not know what we are fighting for. In a matter of hours, the governor and his wife will set sail from here aboard separate vessels to seek aid in our efforts. He to Port Royal, she to Philadelphia. I alone am to be left in charge of Nassau's security. And I gave our lord governor my solemn oath that I would see it protected... against any and all enemies. I look forward very much to be working with you to that end. Max: Philadelphia? What is in Philadelphia worth leaving things here in this state? My grandfather spent his winters there negotiating with his suppliers for the spring. I'll find him there and secure his assistance. I must strongly advise against it, against you and the governor being gone in this moment. We are so very close to winning this war and finally bringing Nassau out of the dark. But I fear we cannot complete the victory on our own. We're going to need help, and this is the only way I know how to get it. You and I both know that there are men on both sides of this war whose identities are so enmeshed in this conflict that they are more afraid of ending it than they are of losing it. And I believe you are about to elevate one of those men into a position of significant power. That may very well be, but Captain Berringer is loyal. Captain Berringer is strong. And at this moment, Captain Berringer is a man before whom Nassau lives in terror. Right now, that might be what she needs. [sighs] The governor will return soon and I soon thereafter. We just need things to hold until then. And this seems like our best chance at it. [wind whistling] "More lies." Who else's lies am I to be held responsible for? [seagull screeching] I heard a story once... told to me by Captain Flint, who knows Nassau's history as well as any other. A story about a man consigned to the wrecks. A man who was quite specifically disfigured. A man who sailed with Edward Teach in his early days. One of his most trusted men... and one of the deadliest men that Nassau ever knew. I heard that on the day Governor Thompson fled, it was actually this man who wielded the knife that killed his wife and son. So, all Teach and Jennings and the giants were hailed as the fathers of the pirate republic. It was actually another who cut the cord. [seagulls screeching] I heard his name was... Israel Hands. [fly buzzing] It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Though, given the rest of the story, it is of some curiosity to me that you're still here. See, I heard that when Captain Teach began to see Charles Vane as his heir apparent, Israel Hands became jealous of Teach's affection and that it led to a falling out with the captain that was most humiliating. [knife thuds] A degrading beating before all the crews on the beach. A pistol shot just missing his eye, rendering him a misshapen wretch. [grunts] You talk too much. [grunts, pants] So, you can understand my confusion, given that Nassau's first king embarrassed you so thoroughly and so publicly, forbade any other crew from having you. Why on earth would you have stayed? I sincerely hope it isn't because you're still holding out for some sort of apology from Teach. [grunts] [groans] [grunts] [groans] [panting] [sniffles] fuck Teach. Yeah, fuck Teach. Huh? We are brothers that sail beneath the black. How can a man like that be the best of us? Well, they followed Teach, and where did it lead? An English governor raising his flag over Nassau. fuck Teach. He was almost the end of us. But now I'm here... and things are about to begin again. You? Who are you that I ought to pay you any mind? I'm no one. From nowhere. Belonging to nothing. I'm a wretch like you. And yet... mountains of gold have changed hands because I chose it. Thousands of men in Nassau are living in fear of my return because I decreed it. Hundreds of dead redcoats in a forest not far from here, because I made it so. I'm the reason grown men lie awake at night. [seagulls screeching] I am a new beginning for Nassau. And you'd trade all of that for what? 500 pieces? You think you're worth more? To the right people. Who? Who would pay so much for you? [insects chirping] [horse nickering] [loon warbling] [water trickling] Enough. [sighs] Is she asleep yet? Audrey? Are you asleep yet? Yes. [chuckles] Your daughter. [coughing] Ruth, fix some more hot water, would you? [coughing] Ruth? What is it? [distant dogs barking] [barking continues] [whistle blowing] [grunting] [bell ringing] Man: We're under attack! [grunts] [men shouting] [men shouting] Move! Move! [men screaming] [grunting] [grunting] [whimpers] [grunting] [shouting] [grunting] The main slave quarters. Take as many extra weapons as you can. Let's get them armed. It's only a matter of time before militia arrive from other estates that heard the alarm. [clicks] [door opens] [gun] [men screaming] [footsteps approaching] [Audrey screams] [grunts] [Audrey crying] Wait! If you shoot, I'll have to do the same. Madi: Hello, Ruth. You knew my father. I had heard that you might be coming to set us free. Yes. I'm glad that you came. And now... I need you to go. [crickets chirping] [door opens] They say your ship is ready to depart. The launch awaits you at the jetty. I should be going. How long do you think to Port Royal? I'll make it. I promise you I will make it. Don't you dare let him catch you, don't you dare. I won't. You wait until morning to depart. I don't want him lurking in the dark out there awaiting another departure. I know. I hear Philadelphia is lovely. Try not to dawdle there. I will see you back here again. Soon. Soon. [sighs] [sighs] [crying] [water sloshing] [bell ringing] [chatter] He wants to know when you're leaving. You have no intention of leaving, do you? What exactly do you suggest I tell him? Whatever the fuck you wanna tell him. Anne. At a certain point, there is a good chance he'll just decide to kill you than take your no for an answer. He can try. "He can try." [chuckles] I'll pass that one along. I go looking for Eleanor Guthrie, you know I'm gonna find her, too. Max. Said if I turned over the cache, you'd be safe. [water sloshing] And it ain't just the lie. She tried to take you away from me. When I left that island... all I could think about was having a chance to make her pay... for what she done. Now that we're here... it would be so easy. And I don't wanna do it. Don't wanna live with it after. The sight of her hurt in that way. Just don't want it. That fucking island. Makes you do shit you don't wanna do. How is it we haven't figured that out by now? What the hell are we doing back here, Jack? Man: It's the governor's banner! Glass, please. Quickly. [crickets chirping] [footsteps approaching] Well, the good news is... Ben's squad just found a storehouse filled to the ceiling of salt pork, corn. They must have been readying a shipment back into Nassau. So, between that and the ordinance we just scavenged, we may be better supplied than the British in Nassau at this moment. That said, the strangest thing just happened out by the slave quarters. Madi: The doors were locked... from the inside. How did you know that? What? What did she tell you? When I acquired those weapons we used to fight the British, it apparently aroused suspicion amongst the estate owners, concerned that the alliance between your people and mine might prove dangerous to maintaining control over their holdings, so they took precautions... against any move that might incite revolt. Any man who had a woman, any woman who had a child was separated. With families distributed amongst the other plantations on the island, if any one community revolted... or by inaction allowed an estate to be toppled, their husbands and wives... and children who are held on the other plantations would be punished most severely. If we complete this conquest, if we force a situation which might see these people's husbands and wives and children brutalized this way, many of them would die by their own hand before they let that happen. We'll move quickly, take the other plantations as well. To seven different estates? Wait a minute. We have no choice. You want to withdraw? If we don't, knowing full well the cost, it will be the end of whatever trust exists between us and the slaves on the island, or anywhere, for that matter. The end of any alliance that might be between us. How is leaving them here any better? The only way to free them safely is if it is all at once. Simultaneous revolts across the island initiated by one very loud and very clear signal that will be heard by all. Flint: If we take Nassau first... Take it first? ... it would demonstrate to the slave communities the viability of our enterprise. Show them that beyond revolt lies a safe harbor with allies strong enough to protect them. It is the only way to ensure that the greatest number of them survive. I lost six men tonight. The men I have left know this estate means supplies and full stomachs. They know they are stronger with it. And, thus, fewer of them will die in the weeks ahead than would without it. And you want to walk away. We didn't come here to take an estate. We came here to make a statement, not just to expel England, but to defeat them. And to do it together. That has always been the goal. And right now, that requires a painful but necessary tactical retreat. I'm asking you... please... don't do this. [dogs barking] [horses neighing] [dog howling] Militia's approaching. The neighboring estates must've heard the guns and rallied. This was never gonna be easy. It just is what it is. [insects chirping] [dogs barking] There's been a change in circumstances. We need to be gone before that militia arrives. Gather all the weapons you can. We're gonna be moving back towards... We're not going anywhere. Henry, Davis, restrain the captain. What are you doing? I'm through following you down a path only you seem able to see. Towards a victory only you seem able to define. We will hold our position here until we can find our way into Nassau and free the rest of the men. And we will do it without you. Do it. The rest of you form a firing line to repel that militia. [whistles] [gun cocking] Are you sure you want to keep following him down that path? Stand your men down... and follow me away from here, for any man who offers resistance to that militia will be held responsible for... Fire! [men shouting] [grunting] [both grunting] [gun] Man #1: Plantation men! Man #2: It's over now! Man #1: We're under attack! Fall back! Fall back! Man #3: Fall back! Man #2: Fall back to the corn field! [panting] [wood groaning] It's been confirmed. The governor was spotted boarding the brig. They're hauling back their anchor as we speak. He'll be gone within the hour, off in search of aid, no doubt, to secure his possession of Nassau, win the war for England. And with him will depart a number of soldiers, diminishing the number of bodies between us and Eleanor Guthrie. That many fewer obstacles between us and justice for Charles' murder. If you still wish Anne to lead the vanguard to do it, tell me now. I'll have it done. Would you like to know what I think? I think Anne is right. She said something to me earlier. She said only a fool would give his life to earn the admiration of a corpse. I wanted to strangle her. But part of me could not help but note in that moment she sounded an awful lot like someone else I once knew, someone you and I both once knew who shared... Anne's mistrust of sentimentality. [ship creaking] Teach: And just after he joined my crew... I spent two weeks careening on this shit island with no name. I knew right away he was different than the others. He was so like me when I was a younger man. And that he and I somehow were fated to matter to one another. I was consumed with the question of whether our similarities would be a blessing or a curse. [metal clinking] So, whilst the others were careening, a number of us were inland by a spring. The sun climbs up over the top of the trees... in just a way that it shines off the pool... lighting up all around us. In that moment, a bird lands on the water... massive, snow-white beast, big as a boar. [sighs] To this day, I've never seen anything like it. Between the sun and the size of it, it just felt... meaningful. The answer to a question I did not yet know how to ask. I told him... that there were men in the east... who would have seen in that bird the darkest of all omens, bringer of death. But then, there are other men near Clifton... my... my mother's home... who would've called it a sign of great fortune, an indication from the heavens that someone up there favored our endeavor together. [sighs] And I asked him what he thought it meant. "Dinner." [chuckles] [chuckles] I don't know what made me think of that story. [sighs] There are moments in the dead of night when I can't sleep, and I wonder if I will ever be able to truly rest again until I know that Eleanor Guthrie has paid for what she took from me. And then there are other moments when I wonder if it would actually please him to see her dead, to know the scales had been evened. Or if despite all they had been through, despite the anger and the blood and the betrayal and all he'd done to her and she to him, despite what I or you or what anybody else might think of it, if wherever he was, he still didn't just a little bit love her. I wonder if he were here now, watching us battle with the choice to kill her in his name or defeat the governor and perhaps therein win the war we all together started, if he might call us fools. And then I wonder if maybe we don't have to work that hard to imagine what he'd say. Maybe we've already heard it, and the only choice is whether we choose to listen. [distant cannon fire] [whistle blows] Man: Cannon fire from the port! [cannon fire continues] He's underway, Captain. Using the fort guns for cover. Do we pursue? [sniffs] [cannonball splashes] [cannon fire continues] [ropes creak] Slip the cables. Set a course to overtake her. Slip the cable! Set course to pursue! [cannon fire] [crickets chirping] [cannon fire] Ma'am? [crickets chirping] [bird screeching] [horse snorts] [panting] Long John Silver. So big a name for so small a man. What is it you have to say to me? You owe me. Certainly your fortune. Probably your life. You might wanna consider that and then choose a new tone, especially given that in the very near future your life might end up in my hands yet again. Is that so? Is Teach still free? Is Rackham? Is Flint? This war may feel over, but as long as we're all free, it's far from it. And if somehow we prevail in Nassau, what happens to former friends who've since aligned themselves so warmly with the governor? I've come to offer you a chance to earn back our friendship. Or, more specifically, to buy it back. An amount of money that proves your desire to come... No. No? I am tired of this. This thing that perpetuates itself with anger and bluster and blood. I do not want to be your friend. What I want is for all of this to end. For it to end, you must end. I imagine I have some obligation to surrender you to Captain Berringer, but the spectacle he would make of your trial and execution would only fan the flames of what is burning in Nassau now. I am tempted to put the sword to you and your man both, and bury this story for good, but what am I... if I spend my days pleading for a return to civility and then do dark things under the cover of night? So, you will remain in my custody until I can find a place far from here to deposit you. You will be gone, but you will live. And for that, I will consider whatever debts I may owe you to be paid in full. [gun cocking] [men grunting] [grunts] [groans] [screams] [horse neighing] [exhales] ♪ ♪ 4x03: XXXI My grandfather is one of the wealthiest men in the New World. If I plead our case and gain his support, that might be all we need to emerge from this intact. Berringer: I alone am to be left in charge of Nassau's security. And I gave our lord governor my solemn oath that I would see it protected. Silver: Israel Hands. [gun] It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. You want to withdraw? Flint: If we don't, it will be the end of whatever trust exists between us and the slaves on the island. I'm through following you down a path only you seem able to see. Fire! [men shouting] [yells] [grunts] Garrett: The neighboring estates must've heard the guns and rallied. Flint: We need to be gone before that militia arrives. I board the sloop and I run. The door will be open for you to reach your grandfather and gain his aid. Lookout: It's the governor's banner. Do we pursue? Set a course to overtake her. ♪ ♪ [crickets chirping] Rogers: Captain? I would've thought you'd retired by now. Bulletins... from my scouts in the field tonight. I was contemplating my response after the sunrise. [birds chirping] Anything we should discuss? You have enough on your mind. Let this be my concern. [dog barking in distance] [sighs] Have you told her, my Lord? Your wife. About what lies ahead? Good. She doesn't need it on her mind, either... what lies ahead. Berringer: I have found that contemplating these things is the most difficult part. That when the dread moment arrives, your true nature will assert itself. The confusion will lift and all will appear as it should be. You've given me good men to lead. I'll do my best by them. Berringer: There isn't a good man among them. Not anymore. Some of them may have been, before all this. Some of them may be again on the other side of it. But right now, good men are not what the moment requires. Right now, the time calls for dark men... to do dark things. Do not be afraid to lead them to it. [chatter] [indistinct shouting] Prepare for departure! [seagulls cawing] Today is the 24th. David is five today. My son. I didn't know that. Mr. Grandal has not contacted me in weeks. With the war apparently occupying Spain's attention elsewhere, there is a good chance the entire unfortunate affair surrounding the Spanish gold is behind us. So, when we reach Philadelphia, once you are under the protection of your family... I was hoping you might see fit to release me from my service, that I might return to London... to my children. Of course. Ma'am... [sighs] I've just been informed our permission to depart has been suspended. Suspended? Why? I'm told the soldiers that were to comprise your escort are otherwise needed ashore. [inaudible speaking] [birds chirping] What the fuck is this? Get out. Get dressed. [dog barking in distance] Mr. Harrison, proceed. Six men with you. They never looked my way as I stayed a considerable distance. Saw you meet two others late last night, one of them standing on just one leg. Saw it all. Berringer: I had him follow you after you left town so abruptly last night. I assume the one-legged man was Long John Silver. Would you like to tell me what the meeting was about? I was summoned by him in a failed attempt to extort money from me. I would hope that your spy also informed you that four of my six men attempted to arrest him and died in the effort. I was barely able to escape myself. Surely this should mitigate any doubt you may have about my loyalties. If you were loyal to the governor, why did you not inform me of the meeting before the fact? If you are loyal to the governor, why attempt to arrest a man as dangerous as he rather than simply eliminating him? If you had informed me, I'm sure I could have helped in that regard. My questions about your loyalty, ma'am, are not mitigated by last night's events. If anything, they are now aggravated to an intolerable degree. Does the testimony presented satisfy a charge of treason? Wait. It does. This is outrageous. When the governor returns, he will not stand for this. The governor is not here. I am here. And you are now under an indictment that carries with it the penalty of death. Mr. Harrison here trailed Long John Silver before losing him in the wrecks. Men and horse await in the square, preparing to clear that area and apprehend him. Today is the day the pirate resistance dies, its leader eliminated, its supporters in Nassau exposed and arrested. If you cooperate with me to that end, perhaps your death might still be averted. [seagull cawing] [insects chirping] Obi: We have no choice but to leave the island. No one is leaving anything. We came here to take Nassau. We leave once that is done or not at all. Take Nassau? With what army? Whatever slaves are still alive on this island will never fight alongside a pirate again. Not after last night. Madi: Last night, there were also pirates who fought alongside us. Against terrible odds and at great cost. Billy and his men are our enemies now, but these men are not. And as long as that is true, our alliance with them holds. [seagulls cawing] You know where you're going? I saw her last employed in the tavern. I'll begin there. We don't need to persuade her to do anything yet. Eventually, we'll need to garner support to help incite Nassau to revolt against the governor, but what we need right now is information. How many soldiers there are, what kind of sympathy exists for our cause. I know. Thank you. What for? Last night. You did not have to side with me. It was costly for you to do so. Well, it would have cost far more for me not to have done so. We might be able to take Nassau alone, but there will be no greater victory, no widespread revolution unless we can somehow keep our alliance together. You truly believe it is possible? That as disadvantaged and disabled as we are, that anything we do here is going to make the least bit of difference to the men in London? [sighs] Well, that's the trick, isn't it? If no one remembers a time before there was an England, then no one can imagine a time after it. The empire survives in part because we believe its survival to be inevitable. But it isn't. And they know that. That's why they're so terrified of you and I. If we were able to take Nassau, if we are able to expose the illusion that England is not inevitable, if we are able to incite a revolt that spreads across the New World... then, yeah... I imagine people are gonna notice. "Too much sanity may be madness, and the maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be." ♪ ♪ [inaudible speaking] [water sloshing] Man: Get the main sail. I'll say this for him, he's not shy. If he misses this tack, we'll be on him in less than an hour. He's completed his last three tacks. Why stop now? Not that close to the wind. Not nearly that close. Don't you think? Any chance he could slip away from us? Not really, no. No. He's pointing higher, but we've got the speed. He can't hold us off forever. Once we've stopped him, you and I will take the vanguard aboard on longboats. You can stay close, provide support until we're boarded. Ever captained a ship of this size before? God, no. Have you captained a ship this size before? Sure. Good. [inaudible speaking] This ain't ever gonna end for us, is it? What? You always wanted to stand next to giants. Now there you are. And I'm wondering how it is you and I are ever gonna move on from this. He's brilliant, you know? I've heard him underestimated on that score, perhaps owing to his physical strength. People finding it hard to accept the idea that one man can be two things, but I've seen it. He is brilliant. And last night, all he wanted was revenge, and all that would satisfy it was Eleanor Guthrie's head on a plate. And in a moment in which he had no appetite to be persuaded otherwise, I persuaded him otherwise. If the story of the pirate Jack Rackham is to end with him standing alongside Blackbeard as an equal, together defeating the governor who hanged Charles Vane and in so doing restoring pirate rule over Nassau... that is an ending I can live with. Defeat Rogers... and we walk away. Man: They've missed stays! We've got him. Teach: Ready the gun! [man shouting] The end is about to begin. [inaudible speaking] Our invasion failed. But we are not through. There is support for our cause inside Nassau. There must be, however dormant. But we need to find it. Need your help to find it. There was support once, but now Nassau is frightened. What you would ask, openly defying those soldiers... I doubt you'd find that kind of support. I have lost more than you can know to reach this moment. Captain Flint has lost more than you can know. But we are here. Captain Flint? He awaits with a small force of men. But if we can see those prisoners broken free... And you are with him as well? Yes? Him... who? Long John Silver. He died in the bay during the invasion. What? A posse just departed for the wrecks under instructions from Captain Berringer to locate and arrest Long John Silver. [gasps] Are you all right, ma'am? [sighs] Ma'am? [inaudible speaking] fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck. That's enough. We should be running. There's nowhere to run. [chuckles] Then we have a serious problem, as Captain Berringer is going to demand she identify her connections to the resistance, which is us. She won't. How can you be so sure? Because she doesn't like her friends being threatened. And she doesn't like to be pushed around. I sincerely hope you're right, as I believe our lives depend upon it. She won't tell on us in there. What we should be worried about is how we're going to help her from out here. fuck. [dog barking] Berringer: The other day, you refused to name the source you used to undermine the pirate invasion of the bay... as a matter of principle. Since that time, Long John Silver and his associates have murdered one of my men... murdered four of your men... murdered a family of three on the Underhill estate in cold blood last night, including an eight-year-old girl. Knowing now how high the bodies are piling, how real the threat is, I am giving you an opportunity to remedy your error and help me end this threat once and for all. I want the names of your sources. [horse neighs] I am sorry, but I cannot do that. Cannot or will not? These men would turn on you in a blink of an eye. Why would you go to such lengths to protect them? I told you, I have an understanding with the governor... ... in which he acknowledged... Give me the names. ... the benefit of my being able to honor my word... ... to my sources... Give me the names. ... such that I might continue... Give me the names. to serve his regime in the future... Give me the names. ... as I have served it every day... Give me the names. ... until now. Give me the names! Man: You can't go in there, ma'am. [door opens] What is going on here? [dogs barking] [seagulls cawing] Go! [seagulls cawing] [fire crackling] [grunts] I'm not shackled. You plan to run? Do I need to run? That'd be fun for me to see. How would you do it? With great difficulty, I imagine. How would you take Nassau? When I did it... drove the governor away, I had Teach and an army of my once-brothers at my back. You want to play Teach? Who's to play the rest? Or do you believe we two could do it alone? [wind blowing] [sails flapping] [dogs barking] Man: Find him! [inaudible speaking] [horses neighing] [men shouting] [grunts] Man: Look over there! Find him! [horse neighs] Right. Over there! Man: Behind them. Check the brush! Find him! Search that wreck! Get in there! [inaudible speaking] [gun cocking] [both grunting, gasping] It's all right. How are we going to take Nassau? That's how. [grunting] [cannon fire] Cease fire! Man: Cease firing! Man #2: Shall we reload, Captain? Jack: There's nothing more we can do from here. They're on their own now. [metal clanging] [grunts] [wind blowing] [grunts] [grunts] [wood creaking] [grunts] [squelching] [groans, pants] [men shouting] [all yelling] [gun] [grunting] [grunting] [gasps] [both grunting] [gun] [panting] [grunts] [yells] [groans, grunts] [gun cocks] [grunts] [gun cocking] [men grunting, shouting] Man: They've struck their colors! [panting] [panting] She is the most influential member of the Governor's Council. Whatever tension there has been, he relies upon her to maintain control. Ma'am. If when the governor does return I have to explain to him that I discovered the most influential member of his council conspiring with our enemies and took action to stop her, that is an explanation I will offer happily. Now, I apologize for the delay in your transport to Philadelphia. The men were most needed to address today's crisis. Please trust I will have you on your way by the time the sun rises tomorrow. [horse neighs] [door opens] I explained the situation to him. [door closes] He's in no mood to be reasoned with on the issue. You saw him, Silver? What happened? It was him and one other. I had six men. I thought it would be sufficient to apprehend him myself. Apprehend him? No one asked you to apprehend him. All you had to do was report the invitation to meet and let the captain handle it. How in God's name did that not occur to you? I did not fail to do it. I refused to do it and would again. Why would you refuse to adhere to the law? Because the last time the law got its hands on a pirate of that stature, it yielded the following... anger, hostility, resentment, purges to combat it all that only resulted in amplifying it all, and a resistance movement that, since Captain Vane was hanged, has done nothing but grow strong enough to control almost every part of this island outside of Nassau. And you ask why I chose not to help start the cycle all over again? There is a ship in the bay that is supposed to be taking me to a place where I might actually solve our problems here. But instead, I am stuck here for as long as it takes to fix this. In order to do that, you are going to have to give me something to fix it with. But you'd better come up with something of value I can use to get him to walk away from this. You think you can control him. And by the time you realize he has been controlling you, it is going to be too late. Man: Riders returning! [horse neighs] [inaudible speaking] [dog barking] Give me something I can use because otherwise I can't help you. And I beg your pardon, but what the fuck have you got to lose? [door opens] [dogs barking] What happened? Fugitive escaped. Though, not before killing three of my men and fixing that to one of the bodies. [inaudible speaking] [horse neighs] What does it say? "To the men and women of Nassau, the strength of the governor's force is now reduced by three. The time to lend us your efforts is now. See my brothers held captive freed. Join them. Join me. Signed, Long John Silver." You heard him. The time is now. Who among you would like to lend his efforts to Long John Silver and resist me? Here. I am unarmed. No one will stand in your way. If the time isn't now, when the fuck is it going to be?! None of you?! No one at all?! You fucking cowards. ♪ ♪ [horse snorts] [dog barks, pants] [insects chirping] I don't understand. Billy. Yep. Tried to kill you? Yep. And Madi? Her, too. Why are we not angry about this? Who says we're not? Well, I'm not sensing a whole lot of urgency to do anything about it. There isn't anything we can do about it at the moment. Isn't there? [sighs] Look, Billy's not stupid. He's almost certainly consolidated by now, intimidated or eliminated anyone who would challenge him or support me. He has control of the Underhill estate, control of the army that calls it home. There will be a time to deal with him, but not now. This one, however. He's fine. If you'd asked me yesterday, when he was considering selling me to the governor for a profit, I'd be in agreement we should be rid of him. But now, I don't know. I feel like we need as much help as we can... get. [inaudible speaking] [panting] ♪ ♪ [sighs] Execution of the pirate prisoners is scheduled for today. Captain Berringer stood in the square and said if Long John Silver had a problem with this, he was welcome to show himself and voice it. Dooley: Uh, even if we could get through their outer defenses, 10 of us walk into town against what could be 100 soldiers. And then what? [seagulls cawing] The threats have been made. The story's been told. Everyone in Nassau knows what Long John Silver's return means, what's expected of them when he does return. All that remains to do... is for him to return. It would help if Nassau knew I was coming. Can you see to it? Of course. [inaudible speaking] [flute playing] Man: Ooh, lovely. [sighs] I don't make this request lightly. But after everything Max has done for the council, for you, it seems like a moment when she's owed something back. The charges against her are of the utmost seriousness. It sounds as if the law is being adhered to. And what standing do we have to interfere? People are angry, Mr. Frasier. At the soldiers, at Captain Berringer. Some of them even at our lord governor. You may not see it, but trust me, I do. If the council won't resist the captain, then some of those people might find their own ways of resisting this. Ways you might not like. [man laughing] Don't send for me again. fuck. What did he say? Nothing helpful. What's going on? [metal clinking] Eleanor: You're about to make a terrible mistake and I am asking you to reconsider. I am entitled to exercise these sentences at my discretion. But I'm not asking you to cancel the hangings. I'm asking you to cancel the theater around them. [horse neighs] [sighs] You intend to lure Silver in. Force him to appear in the square to save his men so that you might defeat him in full view of all of Nassau. Demonstrate your fearsomeness to them. Don't. Why not? Because you don't need to. Because they know it already and because at a certain point, there is only so much fear a man can endure. All you are doing is antagonizing them. And who is that serving? Because there is a better way to solve this problem. What is that? This is information about the preferred routes used by the resistance to enter into Nassau. She gave it to you? She did. Send men to lie in wait. Set an ambush that can overwhelm Silver and his men when they attempt to pass. End this quietly and easily and definitively. [seagulls cawing] [inaudible speaking] [bell rings] [men shouting] Berringer: What do you imagine happens next? If you are fortunate enough to capture Teach... what will you do with him? Years ago... as a privateer during the war, I was in a running fight with a Spanish galleon. Hounded her for days. By all rights, she should've surrendered long before she did. Just before her colors were struck, a shot was fired. A cheap, cowardly shot... fired with the knowledge they were about to surrender anyway and the presumption that they be entitled to quarter. This particular shot found its mark. Took three of my men... one of them, my brother, Thomas. He'd always been smarter than me. Braver. Better. Protected me when we were young. Taught me to sail when we were older. He was my closest friend. Lost to a cheap and cowardly shot. So, after they surrendered, I went aboard the ship. And I began with the captain. I was more deliberate with him. It took some time. Then I moved to his first mate. The gun captains. Gun crews. 74 men aboard that ship when I boarded her. But by the time we reached Acapulco, there was only one. The one I delivered alive to recount the tale. ♪ ♪ Rogers: You asked what would happen next. My instinct is the same now as it was then. I will show them what the consequences are for threating that which I hold most dear. I will leave no doubt about it. Do it. Men: Heave! [groans] [all grunting] [wood creaking] Let's get the slack. [water sloshing] Now. Man: Pull! [men grunting] [scraping] [scraping] [water splashes] Man: Pull it away! Man: Hold him. [water dripping] [wood creaking] [coughing] [sputtering] [coughing] [coughing] [panting] Again. Man: Again. Men: Heave! Men: Heave! Man: Get it out! Men: Heave! [wind blowing] [wood creaking] [metal clinking] Him next. [gun cocks] [grunts] [coughs] [gasps] [sputtering, coughing] [grunts] [pants] [groans] [grunts] Again! Man: Again! Men: Heave! Heave! Man: Let fall. [splashes] ♪ ♪ [scraping] ♪ ♪ [water dripping] [metal clinking] [grunting] [retches] [wind blowing] [wood creaking] [sputters, spits] [gasping] Man: Can you see? [inaudible speaking] [gasping] [metal clinking] Secure the rest of them. Set a course for Nassau. Man: Raise sail! [squelching] ♪ ♪ Man: Keep moving. Don't drag your feet! Go on. Move it. Go on through. [seagulls cawing] [gasping] [horse galloping] [horse neighs] Sir... [whispering] [labored breathing] What did he say? Your men lying in wait for Silver and his men, were they successful? Do it. [grunting] [necks snapping] There was no ambush set, was there? I reconsidered. We had an agreement. Nassau will never fully come to heel until we can demonstrate control. And control that no one can see makes for no demonstration at all. So, I will let them see it. Remove them. Ready the next three. Man: Take them down. Next three prisoners. You know Lieutenant Utley from the captain's staff? Yes. Find him. Tell him I ask that he gather as much food and supplies as he can move into the fort within the next hour. The fort? And tell him to gather six men he trusts to escort it and us up there. And tell him to get Max. Why do we need an escort to the fort? Quickly, please. We don't have much time. [wind blows] [horse snorts] [bird cawing] They'll come. ♪ ♪ Man: Company, fall into two ranks! Make ready! Present! [man whistles] [inaudible speaking] Ready! Fire! Fire! [men grunting] [men shouting] Charge! [both grunting] [groans, grunts] Berringer: I need B Company! Fall back! B Company, make ready! [both grunting] Berringer: Wait for my command! Mark your target! [gun] [men screaming] [grunts] [grunting] [screams] [grunts] [groans] ♪ ♪ [swords clanging] 4x04: XXXII Rogers: My instinct is the same now as it was then. I will show them what the consequences are for threating that which I hold most dear. Secure the rest of them. Set a course for Nassau. You want to withdraw? Flint: If we don't, it will be the end of whatever trust exists between us and the slaves on the island. Madi: The only way to free them safely is if it is all at once... simultaneous revolts across the island. Billy and his men are our enemies now, but these men are not. Why do we need an escort to the fort? Quickly, please. We don't have much time. Flint: threats have been made. The story's been told. Everyone in Nassau knows what Long John Silver's return means, what's expected of them when he does return. All that remains is for him to return. ♪ ♪ [whip cracking] [whip cracking] [woman grunts] [whip cracking] [crying] [whip cracking] [woman whimpers] Sayle: We're not apart on this island. We cannot be apart. Many of you have got kin at the Underhill estate. A reminder of how our fates are bound together here. And then that kin of yours aided in a revolt where three... Mr. Underhill, his wife, and nine-year-old daughter were murdered in cold blood. What happened there is paid for here. I pray a lesson that will not soon be forgotten. Have you got something to say, Julius? [whip cracks] [man grunts] [woman crying] [horse galloping] [horse neighs] [whip cracks] [woman grunts] Get them back in the barracks. Nassau's fallen. Aye. Man: Get them back inside! [panting] [gun] [men shouting] [man shouts] [men grunting] [gun] [gasps] Come on, protect the lady! It's okay, it's okay! Stay down. [shouts, grunts] Quick, get on out of here! Help her up! Help her up! Get on! [woman screams] Go, go, go! [horse neighs] [grunts] [woman screams] Man: Over here! Yah! Yah! [grunts] [whimpers] [screams, groans] [grunts] Man: Yah! [chatter] You're hurt. I'm fine. Is there a list of everyone who made it inside? Yes, ma'am. Bring it to me, please. And find Max as well. I need to speak with her right away. Soames: Move the harbor-facing guns. I want them pointed toward the town and ready for our first barrage. What is going on here? Everything is under control, ma'am. We'll have our counterattack underway before nightfall. We're not moving those guns. There will be no barrage and there will be no counterattack. I beg your pardon? Firing those guns isn't likely to achieve anything other than advertising our panic and fear. Not to mention wasting shot and powder, which will be invaluable when the time does come for its use. With all due respect, madam, it is our duty to do everything within our power to retake Nassau town. It's lost. For the moment, Nassau town is lost. That much is painfully clear. It is our duty now to secure ourselves here, conserve resources, and hold out until the governor returns with whatever aid he was able to muster to combine with our force. Then we will launch a credible assault to drive out Captain Flint and his men. I've ensured we have stores and provision to last us weeks. But what if the governor does not return? He will return. And we will be prepared to join him in fighting our enemy when he does. Utley: Mrs. Rogers. Is that the list? Yes, ma'am, but... Where is Max? I thought I asked you to fetch her. She's not here, ma'am. She isn't here? What do you mean she isn't here? She was the first name I gave you to secure. I sent two of my best men to retrieve her. But apparently between there and here, they were unsuccessful. ♪ ♪ Flint: Nassau works best when its men know what crews they belong to and what captains they answer to. Without structure, disorder is only to be expected. Now, you will begin... [gun] with men that you know and trust. And from there, you will begin to reorganize your crews as quickly as possible. Crews? With no ships? Well, we've all hunted small... piraguas or less. It'll have to start there until things are settled. But it is the only way there will be any semblance of order in the meantime. There aren't gonna be many men out there eager to take orders anytime soon. You were chosen... because I thought you were worthy to be the first captain's counsel of a restored Nassau. Do I need to reconsider? You heard him. [gun] What did he think? He was going to get a different answer from me? Well, if in doubt, ask someone else, I suppose. The more they realize there is no daylight between you and I, the more they will learn to accept our shared authority. Is it safe, then, to admit that I'm not sure he's wrong? It's bad out there. Worse than I anticipated. All life begins in violence and wailing. It will pass. A lot of things begin with violence and wailing. A lot of them end up that way, too. Though, I admire your optimism. Dooley: Captain. What news from the beach? The governor's close council and several dozen soldiers have managed to secure themselves inside the fort. Eleanor Guthrie, is she among them? She is. And she sent a note. She sent it? She's taken charge of them all already? It's an offer of an exchange. 20 of our men captured during the invasion and held in the fort... for Max. [gun] 20 men following orders would make a big difference out there. I agree. Unfortunately, I don't think we have Max. Do we have Max? Does anyone know where she is? All right. Grab some men. Set about finding her. She's not in the fort. She couldn't have gotten very far. And Billy? Where is Billy? I couldn't say. I saw some of his men by the beach, but I assumed we were keeping our distance from them. Keeping our distance? He's stolen the army that pledged its allegiance to us, not to mention the damaged he's caused with our alliance to the slave communities on this island. There are a thousand men out there who've been awaiting my arrival. They're now armed and angry and I haven't yet said a word to them. If the first five are, "Billy Bones has crossed you," would you care to guess what happens next? Go out there and put forth the word. If Billy isn't in this room within the hour, I promise him... he will regret it. You heard him. [gun] Man: Sails! South-southwest! Heading north. She's coming from Nassau. A boat that small headed to open water? Set a course to intercept her. Aye, sir. Man: Coming aboard. Rogers: Mr. Rawls! Governor. Thank you. You've no idea how grateful we are to see you. What happened in Nassau? The pirates, they took it. They killed him, Captain Berringer, right in the square. Slit his throat on the gallows. We just barely escaped before it was all overrun. Gloucestershire, has she departed yet? Sir? My ship in the harbor, the one that was to depart for Philadelphia with my wife, was she still there when you left? I am about to make haste to Nassau. I cannot afford to tow that sloop along. You will take her and sail for Port Royal where you will deliver the prisoners in her hold to Governor Addison and his men. Do you understand? I... I could send Mr. Chase, sir... I would like for it to be you, Lieutenant. There are 42 pirates in the belly of that ship and I can spare no more than a handful of men to see to her. I beg your pardon, my Lord. I want to be a part... I understand you wanna be part of the fight that's coming. I understand you want retribution for Captain Berringer. Right now, the successful transfer of those prisoners is what I need from you. Do you understand me? Yes, my Lord. [wood creaking] [water splashing] There's a fight soon to be underway in Nassau. A fight that... we are entitled to be a part of. A fight to answer a cowardly crime. A fight... that's been stolen from us by you fucking people. So... the way I see it, each one of you owes us a fight. And Mr. Milton... is here to collect. [wood creaking] [chatter] Excuse me. Man: Still reports coming in. Man #2: Gonna need more muskets! [chatter] [sighs] I think we're all properly angry about what he did on the Underhill estate. What he did? Yes. But a very wise woman recently told me that one should not allow their personal feelings to cloud the reality of the situation, which in both that case and this... is that Billy has influence that is best not ignored. That sounds like good advice. Was it given before or after he tried to kill the two of you? Dooley: Here he comes. The Boyd brothers launched a raid on one of the governor's munition stores. We just managed to put it down. I think we can all agree it helps none of us to have those idiots armed to the teeth. Yeah. Lest you think I've been avoiding you. We've had our hands full out there, trying to manage the transition. That's good. Though, uh, I think we ought to discuss... what it's a transition to. Certainly. Where would you like to begin? Madi: What happened on that estate? Was the aftermath not what we feared? [sighs] As it will be difficult to fully defend Nassau without the assistance of the slave communities of this island, as our relationship with those communities is likely severely damaged as a result of this, it will be critical... that she proceed to the estate at once and attempt to repair that relationship to whatever extent is possible. Can we trust... that you will guarantee she will be received there safely? Silver: 'Course we can. Of course Billy would never violate the trust I place in him as a brother... as a friend, to allow harm to come to those closest to me. For if Billy were to do something as disloyal as that, he knows I'd stop at nothing to see that offense repaid against him. I will see to it. I should fucking hope so. Is everyone feeling better... now they've got that off their chests? I ask as I'm wondering when would be a good time for us to talk about Max. What about her? You don't think there's anything going on in Nassau right now that I don't know about, do you? I'm aware of the prisoner exchange offered by the holdouts in the fort. Meaning what? You're going to help us find her? Find her? I have her. I am responsible... for delivering all 42 of you to the law in Port Royal. Let me dispel that notion for you right away. It won't be happening. I assume there is some token number I must actually deliver for appearance's sake. How many that is I... I honestly couldn't say. [wood creaking] [water splashes] You're the captain now that Teach is dead, yes? I am. Then you choose. Choose? Which of your men is going to be the first? fuck you. [grunts] Kendrick: You choose... or it starts with your partner here. [sighs] Mr. Carver. [grunts, groans] [yells] [glass shatters] [panting] Come on! Ah! [grunts] [screams] [screams] [panting] [screams] [grunts] [squelches] Who's next? [Silver panting] Billy: We'd found her with a small escort, trying to move her up to the fort, I assume. If you want her, I think there are some things we ought to discuss first... about our transition. And I think it would be for the best if it was just you and I. [chatter] Silver: I'm walking out of here with her. To whatever extent you think you have leverage enough to extort something from me over it... I'd reconsider. [horse neighs] Five minutes. Five minutes? You listen to what I have to say for five minutes, and she's yours. Do we have a deal? [clock ticking] Clock's ticking. Have you stopped to ask yourself... why they want her so badly? Because when I first heard what happened in the harbor, I knew it couldn't have been Featherstone that fucked us. He's been with us from the start and he wouldn't have had the nerve to cross me like that. So, I knew it had to be someone else, someone in proximity to him. Someone bold enough to want to cross us and dangerous enough to follow through. So, from there, the list got very short very quickly. Max fucked us. If it wasn't for her, we likely take Nassau whole, fleet intact, no prisoners in the fort, no fight between you and I. Instead, here we are. Now, one would think we could go a long way towards soothing all that chaos out there, and the anger driving it... if we could draw everyone together to see justice done to the one responsible for all of it. All of it? Enough of it. [scoffs] Did they not hold their trials in her tavern? Did she not finance the regime directly? You don't think I could sell that out there? Because Eleanor Guthrie knows I could. That's why the first thing she asked for the moment those gates closed behind her was Max. That's how valuable she could be to us. And you wanna trade that away for 20 men? Those 20 men are your brothers. Those men's lives mean as much to me as they do to you. And I assure you... they mean a hell of a lot more to me than they do to Flint. You know as well as I do the only reason he wants them free is because the only soldiers in town are mine and the prisoners in the fort are likely to still follow his... I'm going to stop you right there. From the moment you began concocting this story, I knew it was with an eye towards pushing him out. Separating the two of us so you can... The two of you? How long ago was it that the two of us agreed that Flint threatened to be the end of us all? That he would find ways of driving us over and over again into that storm till there was none of us left? We survived him... you and I. And now you want to follow him into what? A massive slave revolt? A war against the British Empire? How is this not just the next storm in a very long line of them? [sighs] You told me once that the people he holds closest are the most at risk of being consumed by him. And he and I have discussed it at length. So, I thank you for your concern. But I'm going to be just fine. And I'm not talking about you. I understand that you've come to care for her. Madi. Be very... very careful, Billy. If anyone is at risk of being consumed by his need for this war... it's her. Time's up. [chatter] [men laughing] I heard you were there. What? The last time when we ran off the English, took control. I heard you was a navy man then. Heard you saw it all. Yeah. Mm-hmm. That was a good day for me. Did a thing no one else would. [inhales] Or could. Thought I'd earned a place by Blackbeard's side for an age. Turns out it wasn't nearly so long as I thought it would be. Before Blackbeard decided he could do better than me. Is there a point you're trying to make? You're counseling Long John Silver to be reasonable. Hmm? To do what you want him to do instead of what he wants to do. Just wondering how long you think he'll suffer it... before he decides he can do better than you. [door opens] Go get her now. What the hell happened in there? We won. That's all that matters. [chatter] [sighs] There will be no mission to Philadelphia. I assume that much is clear by now. [sighs] [sighs] Our chances of success there were slim to begin with. That the idea that I might stand in front of my grandfather and suggest that Nassau is still a viable concern, worthy of his investment, when... refugees are fleeing in droves... planters face a revolt of their laborers... and men with swords murdering wantonly in the streets. Oh, Christ. I am right back where I started. [sighs] Every fight I have ever won... every death I have escaped, every sacrifice I have had bled out of me, it will all have to be repeated just to get things back to where they were a few hours ago. There's some kind of hell it seems to me to be. [exhales] But I want you to know, at the first opportunity, I will see you returned back home. I gave you my word. I intend to honor it. This fight ahead does not belong to you, nor to your children. I won't have you bear any more of it. Would you consider joining me? To London? [sighs] You have been living in our home for some time now. I don't imagine there's much about my husband and I that you don't know. With the debt he owes, he is going to be fighting this fight for the rest of his life. [exhales] And for as long as he is chained to this place, then I am as well. I wonder, ma'am, if he might want you to leave. Especially... when he learns of your... current state of being. I beg your pardon, ma'am, but seeing what I see in your service... I fear there are things I may know about you that even the governor does not yet know. [labored breathing] I have grown quite fond of you, ma'am. You are someone who is determined to be better today than you were yesterday. And in this world, that is in short supply. And so I find myself feeling protective of you. And if I am feeling that way, fearing the thought of you bearing a child in this environment... I can only imagine how concerned your husband would be. [exhales] When my family first arrived here... [sighs] I remember my... mother and father had a terrible argument. She told him that this was no place for a little girl. That it was cruel. [sighs] I stay, and our child is raised amongst all this brutality. I go, and my husband... is left alone to face it on his own. Amazing, this place. Somehow leaves no options other than to hurt the ones you love. [door opens] Ma'am, there's a messenger at the gate. They've agreed to the exchange. [exhales] [grunts] [man laughs] That's it! Man #2: Another one now! [grunts] Man: Knock his fucking teeth out. [groans, grunts] Any man stood a chance against him is dead. [man grunts] If we don't try something they ain't expecting, then we're all fucking dead. If any of the men who stood a chance to beat him are dead, then what do you suggest? [chatter] Any man. Absolutely... absolutely you can not. The ones of us they don't get down here, we're just gonna swing in Port Royal in a few days. Man: Get up. Get up! You gotta trust me. [man #2 screams] He asks you for a name, you don't say shit. And you let him take me. Another name, Captain. [wood creaking] Captain? Will you be choosing or will I? All right. Her. [Kendrick grunts] [men laughing] Man: Nice and slow. You like it rough, don't you? Man #2: Make her bleed. Man 3#: I think she likes you, Mr. Milton. [chuckles] Man #4: Well, take her! [Anne grunts] [grunts] [wheezes] Man: Yes, my love. [coughing] [Milton grunts] [groans] [grunts] [screams] Kendrick: Get up. Get up! [chuckles] Ooh. Kendrick: On your feet. Get up! [groans] Man: Come on, Mil, what you waiting for? Man #2: Come on, get up! On your feet. [man chuckles] Man #3: Come on, my pretty. [sputters] Anne, get up. [Anne coughs] [grunts] [Milton screaming] [screaming] Move! [grunts] [gasping] [men grunting] [wheezing] [Anne groans] [grunting] [coughs] [squelches] [Anne wheezing] [whimpers] [bird chirps] [sighs] [exhales] I would think some sort of thanks might be in order. Billy was more than ready to throw you to the wolves out there. And to be honest, I was undecided about whether to go through with this deal at all. Sure.. I get my men back in exchange for you. [sighs] But something tells me... if I free you, you'll find a way to be a problem for me again, and soon. Of course not. Why would I do that? When you and I last saw each other... you had every reason to see me killed. Certainly would've solved a lot of problems for you. [sighs] And yet you didn't. Why? You know, I've had a rough few days owing to you. I'd be angrier about it, but I'm a little preoccupied being angry with other people. I just asked you a simple question. Why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? It would have solved some problems. It would have caused others that I chose not to live with. What sort of problems would it have caused? That I would have had to live with it. You said you wished to send me away. Somewhere where I couldn't return. Out of curiosity, how were you planning to manage that? When Anne was recruiting spies in Port Royal, she met a man with an estate in the wilderness, north of Spanish Florida. A reform-minded man... who uses convicts as laborers. Convicts he solicits from prisons in England where their treatment is far less humane. This man, we were told, found it profitable to offer his services to wealthy families, some of the most prominent in London on occasion, with a need to make troublesome family members disappear. Cared for, tended to, but never to be seen or heard from again. What families? What families? Do you know what families in London made use of this? I have no idea. [footsteps approaching] [door opens] They're ready. [lock clanging] ♪ ♪ [seagull cawing] Billy told me I should worry... that you will be Madi's end. That's all he wanted in exchange for Max. For me to sit still... while he warned me that your commitment to the greatest possible victory in this war of ours... would consume her and eventually lead to her death. Well, that's a smart thing for him to say if his intent is to split us apart. I suppose we should've expected nothing less. Do I need to be concerned that you took almost two hours to tell me about it? We are at our least rational... when we're at our most vulnerable. If nothing else, this is a good reminder that without a doubt she is the point at which I'm my most vulnerable. The thought of losing her... I see. If we assume... that we are on the verge of some impossible victory here, a truly significant thing... if we assume that is real and here for the taking... wouldn't you trade it all to have Thomas Hamilton back again? I think if he knew how close we were to the victory he gave his life to achieve... he wouldn't want me to. I see. Though, that wasn't really what I asked, was it? Assume his father was just as dark as you say, but... was unable to murder his own son, assume he found a way... to secret Thomas away from London... He didn't. Would you trade this war to make it so? It is some kind of hell to be forced to choose one irreplaceable thing over another. And while Billy's motive to separate us is painfully transparent, it took me two hours to tell you about it because try as I may to get the conversation out of my head... I just can't seem to do it. The closer we get to the end of this journey, the more the contradictions will accumulate... confusing issues we once thought were clear. I suppose the good news is that's how we'll know we're finally getting somewhere interesting. Man: All clear! Man #2: Clear the fort! ♪ ♪ Man #3: Close the gate! [birds chirping] [horses snorting] [chatter] What can I do for you, ma'am? Why are they still in chains? We freed the ones that understood we came as friends here, not as enemies. But some, it seemed, bore us ill will over some of the consequences of our victory here. Madi: You have to know, it is important to ask to repair the alliance between Captain Flint's people and ours. Important to me. After you fled, the pirates sent warnings to the other estates that... any violence done to the slaves in their possession for what happened here would be answered. The next morning, an answer was left by the gate. A sack filled with fingers. [sighs] White fingers. Reprisals were visited upon our loved ones upon the Edwards estate. Reprisals of the cruelest kind intended to instill fear, break spirits, reassert control. It did not have the intended effect. They revolted. One of the men there started it. A man named Julius. Now he's forming an army out there, organizing, building strength, an army with designs on taking and holding Nassau. But with as much anger towards the pirates and anyone who would call himself friend to a pirate as they do towards the English. That is why they are still in chains, out of fear that they might rise up and join Julius's army before ever submitting to yours. We tried to prevent the reprisals the moment we learned of them, Captain Flint and I. They must know that. They know. But they also know that when it comes to these men, neither you nor Captain Flint are fully in control of them. Then we will get control of them. You must see by now that when you wage war on the world, the world fights back. Your mother knew that. Knew that the best one can do is to find a place you can protect, build a wall, and save who you can. You'd be wise to learn from her example. [sighs] [door closes] I'm sorry for what happened today. The moment I realized what was about to happen, I sent men to find you. I'm just thankful we were able to get you in time. You are sorry... for what happened today. What happened today... was exactly what I have been warning you about from the moment you and your husband first arrived here. Again... and again, and again. That the decisions you made at every turn would eventually lead us to this. Everything I have is gone... because of it. If you wish to apologize, what happened today... does not begin to cover it. Where would we have gone? What? A long time ago, you asked me to leave Nassau with you to avoid ruin. If I had said yes, where would we have gone? I have no idea. I was so close to saying yes. There were good reasons to say yes and... I heard it in my mind, tried to speak it over and over again. But when the moment finally came... I had put so much of myself into this place, in that moment, I honestly didn't know where I ended and it began. There may be ways of severing oneself in that way... sacrificing one part to save the other. But... in that moment... I honestly couldn't find something sharp enough to make the cut. What would have been enough? [scoffs] I truly am sorry. For all of it. If there was a way I could make things right here, I'd do it. But now, given everything you have seen here in recent months... can you honestly say that you believe that Nassau will ever really be what you wanted it to be? [sighs] Neither can I. But there may be a way that we can take something from it... if you'll help me. [door opens] What is it? Sails have been spotted on the horizon. Sails? Whose sails? [chatter] The Revenge? Are we certain? She's a man-of-war and she approaches from Captain Teach's last sighted position. If it were Teach returning, wouldn't he be flying his banner as he approached? Man: Sails on the horizon! They are saying there are no signs of a prize ship anywhere on the water. So, at least it is unlikely Captain Teach caught the governor's sloop before returning. Teach would never have given up so quickly. If it is his ship, then in all likelihood, the governor's ship was captured. Ma'am? Perhaps you would like to wait below... in case the news is not what we hope. She's raising a banner. British colors. She's flying the governor's banner! And those are his signs! It's him! [waves crashing] [chatter] Make a course towards the fort. As close as we can get. Ready the men. We'll make our landing under cover of the fort's guns, reinforce them, and move to retake Nassau. [men shouting] Ma'am? Shall I begin moving the guns to the beach? Yes. Yes, of course. Let me know when it's done. [men shouting] Men: Heave! Heave! [chatter] Man: Ready? They will all be preparing for the fight ahead of us. Would you like to tell me what it is you are preparing to do? ♪ ♪ [chatter] An hour, maybe less, until his guns are in range of the beach and he starts his landing. Once he can bring his broadsides to bear in concert with the fort's power, it'll be hard to keep his men off the sand. Do we need to consider falling back? No. If we leave Nassau now, we may never get her back. My men can defend this beach. We'll have the numbers. The first barrage, maybe. But as soon as those soldiers hit the beach, nine in 10 of ours will flee. With Nassau at stake, that's not a gamble I'm willing to take. What choice do we have? Well, that's a very good question. [footsteps approaching] [metal squeaking] [sighs] Should this fight above us come to pass, at best, the outcome is not certain. But what is certain is that many will die and much will be lost. I think we've all seen our fair share of loss and I have had enough of it. So, I'd like to ensure that this fight does not come to pass. How do you suggest we do that? I am prepared to surrender the governor's remaining forces to you... control of the fort, its guns, its magazine, the unconditional release of the remainder of your prisoners. All of it. You're prepared to do all of that? Yes. In exchange for what? In exchange for the cache. [scoffs] The chest with the remains of the Urca treasure. I'm told it is hidden... buried in a secret place known only to Captain Rackham and the two of you. I get the cache, and guaranteed safe passage off the island for everyone in this fort... and you get Nassau. The money isn't ours to give. We have partners who would almost certainly rather fight this out than lose their treasury. Your partners are your problem. There is a reason why I invited you here and not them. As soon as the governor's ship is in range of the beach, this offer disappears. I will not undermine his position once the shooting starts. So, right now in this moment, what do you want to do? How? How would you see it done? One of you surrenders himself and remains here to ensure these terms are honored. You send someone to retrieve the cache, and once it arrives, I take possession of it. And my people exit the fort to a transport waiting to take us away from here. The answer is no. Absolutely no. If she thought she could win this fight, why would she be offering to sell the victory to us even for a fortune? I have had enough of this. And I am ready for it to end. No. Trust me. [gun clatters] [sword clatters] ♪ ♪ [lock rattling] [gate shuts] 4x05: XXXIII ELEANOR: It's lost. For the moment, Nassau town is lost. That much is painfully clear. It is our duty now to secure ourselves here. I think we're all properly angry about what he did on the Underhill estate, but Billy has influence that is best not ignored. Billy told me I should worry that you will be Madi's end. After you fled, reprisals were visited upon our loved ones upon the Edwards estate. I wonder, ma'am, if he might want you to leave when he learns of your current state of being. UTLEY: She's flying the governor's banner. It's him! Ready the men. We'll make our landing under cover of the fort's guns, reinforce them, and move to retake Nassau. I am prepared to surrender the governor's remaining forces to you, control of the fort, all of it, in exchange for the cache. - No. - Trust me. ♪ ♪ [water trickling] [footsteps approaching] [seagulls screeching] Give me a hand with this chest. [chatter] ♪ ♪ Where have you been? And where's Flint? In a moment, a woman I don't know is going to walk out of that fort. She's going to move towards a longboat in which we'll have placed two men to row her to Governor Rogers' ship. We have ensured that she'll arrive unharmed to deliver a message to the governor. We ensured? I'm sorry. When and why did we decide to do that? Because Captain Flint has offered himself as collateral to Eleanor Guthrie inside the fort. If we breach our pledge, he dies. Collateral? What the fuck are you talking about? To guarantee our compliance... as part of a bargain in which the British will be surrendering their position in Nassau. Every man on the beach will need to be told. Pass the word. Now. - [men chattering] - [dog barking] ELEANOR: I would appreciate it if you'd double check... [door opens] - ... the transport. - Yes, ma'am. There are some supplies that I would like to be transported over, too. Thank you. MAN: Go and find Mrs. Hannah. She'll know what to do. No one will harm you out there. How can you be so sure? Because they know if anything happens to you, Flint dies. No one is going to test me to see if I'm serious about that. When you get to the ship, when you get to him, you know what to say to him. Yes, ma'am. And you know what not to say to him. If he balks about leaving, which he is almost certain to do... it might help if he knew it wasn't just your welfare that was in question. I won't have him learning about it like this. I just won't. I understand. [sighs] You should be going. ♪ ♪ [seagulls screeching] [wooden planks thudding] Eleanor Guthrie... Eleanor Guthrie told you she'd surrender the fort and all of Nassau with it if Flint agreed to act as her hostage to guarantee the deal? Are you really gonna make me ask? It wasn't all she got. What else did she get? It was agreed... that in addition to guaranteeing the safe departure from the island of her and all her people... that we would retrieve and surrender to her the cache of gems remaining from the Urca gold. It guarantees a quick victory to a fight we'd otherwise be far from guaranteed to win. Guaranteed? When is anything ever...? - And you agreed to this? - I didn't agree to anything. The offer was put to Captain Flint. He had little time to decide. I trust his judgment. [scoffs] They're right in our path. What do you want to do? [bell ringing] I have this. What the hell is this? Mrs. Rogers has asked me to relay a message - that is of the utmost importance. - I should certainly hope it is. - She intends to surrender her position. - What? She has negotiated an arrangement with Captain Flint in which he will pay for this surrender with the stolen cache of gems to secure your future together. She asks that you withdraw to allow for this transaction to proceed, retire to Port Royal for a fortnight and await her arrival. - If she has not arrived... - Someone clear that launch. Mr. Molin, get us underway. We proceed. - Prepare to make our landing. - HUDSON: My Lord. MAN: Clear away that launch. Prepare for landing! [men shouting] Is the governor still approaching? UTLEY: He is, ma'am. [sighs] If I wanted to fire a warning shot, how close would I have to aim for it to be effective? How close? I'm not interested in holing his ship, but need him to understand that I am committed to this. What's the distance to his ship? What's the distance to the governor's ship? UTLEY: , yards, approximately. Closing. I'd lead her by two ship lengths. - [men shouting] - [cannon booms] [cannon ball whistling, splashes] [men shouting] Continue our approach. Again, please. Ma'am. Again, please. Reload. I beg your pardon, my Lord, but she demanded that I relay what follows... her words precisely... in spite of any protest you offered. She says she knows that you will be angry and that this will be hard for you to understand... - [cannon fire] - ... but she said... - [cannon ball whistling] - [men shout] [splashes] [cannon booms] She said you should trust that her commitment to you remains inviolable... and that this is no betrayal... but an act of love. And an act she is determined - to see through to its end. - [cannon booms] - [cannon ball whistling] - [splashes] [men shouting] Mr. Molin. Come hard to starboard and make your course north-northwest. - Sir? - Stand down the gun crews. MOLIN: Hard to starboard. Set course north-northwest. Stand down the gun crews. MAN: Set course for north-northwest. [men shouting] Thank you. [men cheering] [cheering continues] [gun] ♪ ♪ Are you all right? I am. What happened? I heard the governor took Captain Teach's ship and threatened an invasion. Why now does he sail away? Flint just agreed to trade the cache in exchange for a complete surrender. To trade it? - All of it? - All of it. The money that was to be our treasury upon which the viability of this entire enterprise was premised. If this bargain consummates, it will be gone. [sighs] So much to give up. But I think he made the right decision. Controlling Nassau without the cache will be a challenge, but one I don't think can be avoided. You're kidding me! No. Are you kidding me? [scoffs] You did not see what I saw at the Underhill estate. There has been immeasurable, unspeakable suffering on this island as a result of Billy's actions. Whatever trust may have been between the slaves here and our alliance is gone. This enterprise is on the verge of collapse and it cannot withstand a fight against the governor's men right now. What price can be too high to prevent it? Drastic measures will need to be taken of which, I'm afraid, this will only be the first. What is that supposed to mean? The damage done to this alliance was caused by Billy. It may be that the only way to repair this damage is to remove that which caused it. Remove him? It will be the only way to regain the trust of those slave communities uncertain about what this alliance stands for. And you know as well as I Billy cannot exist alongside Captain Flint for long. Sooner or later, one or the other must go. If we win Nassau even through surrender, we are still going to have to control it. Without the resources afforded by the cache or the force supplied by Billy and his men, how the fuck do you imagine we're going to do that? We will struggle through it, train men, gain strength through numbers, hunt for that which we need. It will be difficult. But since when did we expect this would be anything else? [chuckles] What? Jesus. You sound exactly like him. Why is this a problem? [sighs] Where are you going? I have a siege to manage, for which I'm going to need Billy's help. Wait! Billy was your friend. This is not easy for me, but I know it is harder for you. Please. Don't forget that I know that. [sighs] I haven't. If this goes away, Flint's war, if it all ended and we had to walk away from it... Walk away? ... would I be enough for you? You know what? You don't have to answer that. We'll send Kofi to retrieve the cache. Your mother will trust him. - [keys jingling] - [footsteps approach] [lock clicks] [door closes] - [lock clicks] - [sighs] No news from outside the walls? A ketch was seen departing the day before last. We were told it was sent to retrieve the cache, but since then, nothing. [sighs] He's dead, isn't he? Mr. Scott. Were you with him? I've heard about his role amongst your maroon allies. Were you with him before he died? I was. I've been told that he departed the island before all of this started. That he killed two soldiers in the process. Everyone assumed he'd turned, that somehow one of you had turned him, but that isn't what happened, is it? No, it isn't. For how long had he been secretly aiding them? He began, he said, after the Spanish raid. Did he say why he did it? He told me that he feared for the safety of his wife and his daughter, so he had them transported to a place they'd be safe. They weren't killed in the raid? Are they still alive? Yes, they are. For so long, I thought I knew what I was. [scoffs] A daughter who usurped her father. A woman who had taken control of a wild place. Scott was proof of that. The one who saw me that way, too, who substantiated it. And all that time, all he saw was a girl so ambitious... she would never doubt his story. So, she would continue to play the part. Draw everyone's attention away from himself. You did do all those things. I know I did. But always with a man behind me doing his damnedest to bend it all to his benefit. [scoffs] My father, Scott, Charles, you. So many goddamn men here. Too many goddamn men here. Woodes Rogers. He's really so different from the rest of us? [lock clicks] [water sloshing] [knocking on door] [ship creaking] [door closes] [clears throat] There's very little I wouldn't do to protect my wife. Of course, my Lord. I had concerns when we first arrived in Nassau, and I told her as much...that the instincts that had allowed her to survive for so long there, to thrive there, would eventually return. And that when they did, it would cause conflict between us. I don't believe that's what's happened, my Lord. You don't? She's done this out of devotion to you. There's no doubt in my mind about that. No, I don't doubt it either. I know she has no love for Flint, nor any sympathy for his cause. I fear the instincts that have awoken in her... are more insidious than that. She has begun to believe again that disorder in Nassau is inevitable, that civilization is powerless, either through lack of will or capacity to do anything about it. Civilization... has a number of faces. To think them all powerless to alter Nassau's future... is a terrible mistake. [knocking on door] Yes? Harbor patrol is deploying. We've arrived. [bell ringing] [men shouting] Harbor patrol? My Lord, where are we? There is very little... I wouldn't do to protect my wife. [men shouting] What the hell have you done? If the British Empire will not aid us in fighting our present enemy, perhaps a different empire will. Strike our colors. Raise the white flag and make a course to enter the harbor. Strike our colors! Raise the white flag! MAN: Strike our colors! Raise the white flag! ♪ ♪ [wood creaking] If they fire on us... we'll be sunk before we get our guns open. They won't fire on us. I beg your pardon, sir, but we're at war. Why wouldn't they? The most recognizable British governor in the New World is attempting to sail a man-of-war requesting parley into the port of Havana. If you were them, wouldn't you want to know why? [men speaking Spanish] Your contact? Juan Antonio Grandal. Colonial Intelligence. - [men chattering] - [chickens clucking] [dog barking] [speaking Spanish] _ [sighs] - [seagulls screeching] - [men shouting] MAN: That's the Walrus. Everything we've put that ship through... and she just refuses to die. It's fucking unnatural. They'll all follow you. You know that, don't you? Flint thinks these people would run when confronted by the governor's men. He's so convinced they won't stand behind you and fight, he's ready to hand over the cache to avoid the outcome. And he's wrong. You're exactly what I hoped you'd be. A rational man to lead Nassau. That's the first in recent memory. And one that they'd allow to lead them into a rational future... This doesn't have anything to do with reason, and you know it. You want them following me only to the extent that I, in turn, will follow you. I'm a convenience... designed to aid you in ruling over Nassau with the same uncompromising grip you'd vilify from Flint. If I choose to side with him, trade the cache for the fort and his life, are you honestly suggesting you'd let it happen? That you wouldn't use your men to force a scenario by which he ends up dead? I'm not gonna stand by and watch while all our futures are destroyed. No. But perhaps it's worth focusing on how hard I'm working to persuade you not to make that decision. I would far, far rather do this with you than against you. And I have faith you can see what is abundantly clear here. We have Nassau. We have a ship with which to hunt and acquire more. And when that cache arrives, we will have the money to govern it all. We made a deal, Billy. We gave our word to Madi, her mother, their people that we were all committed to the same war. That's Flint's deal, not mine. And not yours. Their people need a place to call home? Here it is. And we are contemplating throwing it away to continue a war that, sooner or later, is guaranteed to end in defeat. [scoffs] You know I'm right. You know I'm right. Slow them down. The sooner that ship's afloat, the sooner they'll all want to hunt, and we need them on the beach. Consider it done. [door closes] [panting] [grunts] [grunts] [door opens] [door closes] I would like to be alone. [distant rooster crows] All right. You'd like to be a part of this? What would you do? [sighs] Sooner or later, that cache is going to arrive, and there'll be no more delaying. I'm committed to Flint. I'm committed to Madi. Yet the road they intend to travel is one I'm losing the ability to understand. I know what Billy's done... what should be unforgivable... and yet till so very recently, there's no one in the world I called a closer friend. The more he talks, the more I remember why. To turn on him now, to have him killed... which is what it would take to side with Flint... seems like something... I don't know I have it in me to do. You don't know, hmm? You don't know? Why should I follow you if you don't know? Why would anyone? I don't give a shit what goes on in there. fuck Flint. Don't fuck Flint. fuck Billy. Don't fuck Billy. I don't give a shit what you choose, but fucking choose! And don't make me suffer the thinking. Worry ain't a good look for a king, not in a kingdom like this... where loyalty is in short supply. [sighs] [door opens, closes] - [horse neighs] - [men chattering] [man speaking Spanish] - Did you counsel him to come here? - No. But the urgency of his situation demanded it. It was a mistake. ♪ ♪ Inglés? I think you know who I am. I think you know what I am. You and I are enemies as our kings are at war with one another. But their war... right now their war is meaningless to me. I came to Nassau before it began to foster commerce, and toward that end, to combat piracy, to defeat it. That was my war. And I had that victory within my reach. I had it. But my enemy has remade itself since then, made allies with an army of maroons, and has now dedicated itself to disorder of the grandest scale. Inciting others... slaves, sailors, wage laborers alike... to join their fight and give their lives to destroy the civilized world. Labor fuels commerce and commerce fuels security. If these people are successful in compromising the first, there is no end to the damage they can cause the rest. In this war... you and I have far more that unites our interests than separates them. For if Nassau falls, if it becomes a dark symbol of what mayhem these men can unleash, a rallying cry that might be heard throughout the New World... how long before these same men turn their eyes to Cuba? To your plantations and your ships? How long before Spanish slaves are emboldened by it and set their eyes on you? When you are forced to write to King Philip, begging his assistance in staving off the army of slaves and pirates on your doorstep... would you not wish in that moment... that you had this one back... when it was possible to kill this monster in its cradle... cheap and quick and quiet? I had a younger brother once. Simón. He was a midshipman aboard Nuestra Señora de la Encarnación. Beneath a flag of surrender, he was butchered. And I'm told... you likely wielded the sword... personally. Am I misinformed? No. You are not my enemy, because my king tells me so. Don't insult me... by suggesting otherwise. If the situation in Nassau is as you say it is, why are you here? Why are you not in Williamsburg or Kingston, seeking help from your own? I've tried. They won't listen. Maybe because they care more about the war against Spain than I do. Maybe because this just isn't as personal to them as it is for me or for you. This is personal to me? Of course it is. The pirates offered me a cache of stolen gems to persuade me to surrender. The cache of gems representing the last remaining share of the Urca plunder. They're paying for their war with your money. [sighs] What is it you think will come from this? You think I'll commit men and sail with you? To fight an insurgency on your territory, force my men to decipher friend from enemy, amongst that sort of confusion? My friends are all besieged within Fort Nassau. My wife is there. I'd beg you to spare them, avoid the fort entirely. And in exchange, the fort will offer no resistance to your landing. Once you land, once you are past the fort... I envision no confusion. You needn't decipher anything. I'd simply ask that you burn it all to the ground. ♪ ♪ [fire crackling] [bird chirping] BILLY: The ship was spotted on the horizon, approaching the rendezvous beach from the south and flying no colors. Kofi and his men are returning. The wind is dying out. The cache will be on the sand in a few hours, at most. [men chattering] [sighs] Who knows they've arrived? So far? Him, you, and I. That's it. Sooner or later, people are going to know. And we're gonna have to give them instructions about what happens to that cache once it lands. There's no more putting off a decision. Giving up that money is an impossibility. Flint will just keep pushing for these things, costly things that we pay for with our own suffering, with our own lives. You know this. You've always known this. Sooner or later, it has to end. [sighs] You send word to the fort and tell them it's here. Arrange for them to come out. I'll have men waiting there. I'll end it quickly. All you have to do... is look the other way. I don't want it happening in full view of that beach. Yeah. What was that? [exhales] ♪ ♪ [chatter] [door closes] [horse neighs] It's arrived. The cache? What else does it say? It's across the island. Mr. Silver insists that we exit through the northwest tunnel where we'll be escorted over land to the southern coast. The transport will meet us there. [paper rustling] This wasn't part of the deal. Sailing a fortune in jewels into that harbor... in full view of a beach filled with enraged pirates, you can understand his reluctance. This way, there will be far less risk of anyone disturbing the exchange. I saw his face when you accepted this deal, and I imagine you did, too. If there is anyone on that beach with a desire to disrupt this exchange, I'm concerned Mr. Silver may be first among them. I'm not concerned. [sighs] Lieutenant Utley. Select six of your men to escort us. Mr. Soames is in charge until I return. [exhales] [birds chirping] ♪ ♪ The men are all in position? They are. About a dozen of them beyond that tree line. Once Silver gives the signal, they'll... close in. ♪ ♪ BILLY: They'll have soldiers with them. Tell Silver it's important we wait until they've all cleared the tunnel before we make any kind of move. When the time comes, I don't want anyone else touching Flint. I'll handle it. This isn't right. All those men out there that you and I have fought alongside. I can't believe I'm the only one who knows this isn't right. [insects chirping] You built all of this. The resistance. It wouldn't have worked without you. But part of what you built, it worked too well. [sighs] Long John Silver. All he had to do was open his mouth, say your name, and everyone listened. What was it that he said about me? GARRETT: He said the reason Flint's fleet never got warning of the barricade in the harbor wasn't because Mr. Featherstone didn't relay it... wasn't because Max intercepted it. He said it was because you never sent it in the first place. And they all believed him. I don't think anyone actually believed it. You weren't indicted based on the facts, or our suspicions of your motives. He just said it. Only, no one had the balls to defy him. I told them... I should be the one to do it. If it was gonna happen, I thought it should be a friend. [fly buzzes] But fuck it. I won't do it. You've all forgotten your oaths. They were given to this man... when that man was just a fiction. To hell with all of you who can't tell the difference! To hell with all of you! [grunts] - [gasps] - [squelches] [grunting] [grunting] [screams, groans] [screaming] SILVER: Stop! Take him to the Underhill estate. [scoffs, pants] Do it. [pants] [birds chirping] [labored breathing] Captain? Is the cache on the sand yet? The cache isn't here. What the fuck is this? I don't know. Stand down. Just wait! What are you doing here? We escaped the governor's men. Came back to rejoin the fight, but didn't know if the harbor was safe to enter. What are you doing here? ♪ ♪ RACKHAM: You want to trade it? You want to trade the cache, my cache? It was the only way we could avoid a fight we were more than likely to lose. And it guarantees us control of the island today and for certain. All it guarantees is we no longer have the cache that we all agreed was critical. And who decided this? You and Mr. Silver? Ah. - It won't work. - It's done. It's already agreed to. She agreed to it. Her people agreed. You've agreed. But it's all meaningless unless and until... he agrees. Woodes Rogers. He left the island for Port Royal, as she asked, to await her arrival with the money. He's already agreed to it. No, he hasn't. MAX: What is it? What do you see out there? ♪ ♪ I watched him defeat Edward Teach in battle... outnumbered... and through sheer force of will. I saw his bloodlust with my own eyes. That man will never surrender his position here. He will never allow himself to be defeated by you or I. Not because we bribed him, not because Eleanor Guthrie told him so. He simply will not allow it to happen. RACKHAM: I don't know where that man went or what designs drew him there, but this I know... Woodes Rogers will be returning... and this fight isn't nearly over. ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ 4x06: XXXIV JACK: You want to trade the cache, my cache? It was the only way we could avoid a fight we were more than likely to lose. - Mr. Scott? - He told me that he feared for the safety of his wife and his daughter. - ELEANOR: Are they still alive? - FLINT: Yes, they are. RUTH: They revolted. A man named Julius started it. Now he's forming an army out there with designs on taking Nassau. MADI: The damage done to this alliance was caused by Billy. It may be that the only way to repair this damage is to remove that which caused it. - [grunts] - [screams] SILVER: Stop! What the hell have you done? If the British empire will not aid us in fighting our present enemy, perhaps a different empire will. Once you land, I envision no confusion. I'd simply ask that you burn it all to the ground. ♪ ♪ [metal clanging] - [clanging continues] - [birds chirping] RUTH: When your people took this place, it was they who suffered the consequences. Reprisals visited upon their mothers, brothers, children. Tortured on the other farms as a result of your actions. I understand. Which is why I've come here to make that right. If you had suffered such loss, is there anything you can imagine making it right? No. I can't. But I imagine getting my hands on the man responsible for it...would be a start. [Billy grunting] SILVER: He completed the raid when my friends tried to stop it. He chained those he felt most likely to revolt over the offense. Though, I imagine they know this. With what conditions? Two of them. They respect you, so they'll listen to you. I'd ask your help in mending this alliance, both with the men and women here and those elsewhere on the island. I understand there's now a band of armed slaves out there. I need to know you can broker a peace with them, too. And the other condition? That he's alive at the end of whatever happens. ♪ ♪ [men grunting] [grunts] [seagulls screeching] You trust him? Flint. You've cast your lot with him. What does it matter to you? Before this war began, before everyone's roles changed, your father mistrusted Flint as much as anyone in Nassau did. I assume you were in some contact with him all that time. I'm surprised that his feelings didn't influence you. [sighs] You were my sister. There is very little that I remember from when I was young, but I remember this. You were older. You were beautiful. I revered you. When you were told that my mother and I were dead, I have to believe that it affected you. You had just lost your mother. But if things were as I remember, my mother and I were your family, too. And yet, through all the years thereafter that my father cared for you... counseled you, labored for you... he never told you that we were alive. It would have been so easy to lessen your suffering by divulging the secret. And yet, he never did. Have you yet asked yourself why that is? My father didn't mistrust Flint. My father mistrusted all of you. Lieutenant. ♪ ♪ The cache isn't here, so I am leaving. And as my collateral to ensure that this deal is consummated, he'll be coming with me to the fort. "This deal"? As in the one in which you walk away with all my money? It seems the only means I have of registering any meaningful disapproval of this deal at this point is to kill one or the both of you. [bell ringing] [men shouting] [chatter] - How many? - total. Eight ships of force. They'll be in range in an hour, maybe less. Grab the ledgers and whatever coin is on hand. Where are we going? You're going to inform Mr. Silver what's happening. We're getting onto the Walrus and we're getting it and us out of here. ♪ ♪ If we're still here when they make their landing, none of us will survive the day. You would surrender our position to the Spanish Navy? You were prepared to surrender this position to Long John Silver just a few hours ago. And in this case, our lives may very well depend upon it. Spanish forces, sir, will offer no quarter. We have no choice but to defend ourselves! Quiet, please. What is it, Lieutenant? [clears throat] The lead ship that approaches, she's just posted a signal to us. It was Governor Rogers' signal ordering us to stand down. His signal? [horse neighs] SOAMES: Could it have been stolen? It's from our most recent signal book. Then I think our response is obvious. We will follow his orders. Obviously, he has enlisted Spanish assistance in forcing the pirates out of Nassau. If we stand down, the invasion proceeds around us and we will remain safe here. And what about Eleanor? What about her? She is out there. Someone must retrieve her before those troops arrive. SOAMES: Before we could retrieve her and return, that invasion would be fully unleashed. It would be su1c1de for anyone to attempt it. Where are you going? [Rogers speaking Spanish] [cannons firing] [horse nickering] [cannonball whizzing] [men shouting] MAN: He's in the field with the sign. [dog barking] I did not want this. - [men chattering] - [dog barking] Flint is my friend, but I know what he is. I have no illusions about it. But for all the dangers he presents, for all his offenses... the one thing he's never done is force me to choose between him and you. That, you did. But it isn't too late to find a way to remedy it. [exhales] [Silver grunts] You made a terrible mistake and you paid a terrible price. But we're at war... and you're an asset. Despite what's gone on, you are my friend. And the men out there have had their pound of flesh. And our men... Billy, I could walk out there and tell them the sky is red... and they'd believe me. That's the power you've given me. But I have to know this is over... your vendetta against Flint, your need to see him dead or departed from our story. I have to know you'll never put me to a choice between you again. Swear it... and this all ends. You chose. Live with it. [door opens] They're here. [men chattering] He speaks for them? They call him Julius. [men chattering] [nickers] - MAN: Help me out. - Man # : Won't do it by itself. MAN: Over there. Pretty sight for you. [man laughs] [seagull screeching] I came to find Eleanor. "I betrayed you, Jack. "Tried to trade your life for my own personal gain. "Lied to Anne to her face about it. "Please, Jack. Beg of you. "Is there any way you can forgive me?" That was the general sense I had of what I might hear come from your mouth were I ever this close to you again. Spain is here. A fleet of a dozen ships has already opened fire on Nassau town. By now, well over a thousand soldiers will have likely made their landing and begun their invasion. In a matter of hours, there will be no safe place to stand on this island, made all the more dangerous by the fact that the harbor has been rendered defenseless. There will be no resistance to their landing since... Since Woodes Rogers was the one who invited them in. How did you know that? MAN: Captain! Sails! The Walrus. They escaped the harbor ahead of their landing. Change of plan! Back to the ship. Spanish invasion. You're welcome to stay if you like. [men shouting] You coming? I won't ask again. [birds chirping] Keeping an eye on us? Making sure you don't slit my throat out of spite, perhaps. [sighs] I suppose I chose the right hostage if they're that concerned about keeping you alive. I suppose so. You know, there was a time... not so long ago, when you shared their concern. When you saw what I saw. The benefits of being free of British rule. To make the new world something more than just an extension of the old. Is it so unthinkable that that might be again? You were a pirate once. Stranger things have happened. [man whistles] [distant man shouts] [men speaking Spanish] [gasps] We need to get to cover. Quickly. Where? SILVER: The governor's forces have been driven out of Nassau. In a few hours, the last remaining members of his regime will be surrendering the fort, leaving the island completely under our control. It is a new day. But one that demands we all unite behind a common cause. What cause is that? To free the new world. And we will be your partners... in the fight to free it? Yes. For how long? How long? I'm told you removed the one who governed the pirates before you. Sacrificed him in the hopes that it would remake this alliance... Know that man was a friend of mine... before you question the sacrifice. Amongst pirates, loyalty changes quickly, it seems. If a man can be replaced so easily, how can I know that his promises won't be, too? [door opens] Spain? Here? ships, likely in excess of a thousand men. There won't be much time before we're overrun. Mr. Featherstone awaits on the Walrus off the south coast if we wish to retreat. If? A thousand Spanish fighters are more than three times our number could withstand. What can we do but retreat? We're not leaving. If it's Madi that concerns you, we could send someone out to find her. We wouldn't be leaving her behind. Madi and Flint will either find their way back here or they'll find a place to hide. But even if they were here, we cannot retreat. Not with our numbers. The Spanish would run us down. We'd end up facing them disorganized out there rather than entrenched here. So, what do we do? If we fight them together, there's a good chance we live, hold our ground, maybe even fight them off. Separate, and we all die. Retrieve your men, bring them here, and make this the last battle to win the island. ♪ ♪ [cannons firing] [woman screaming] [gun] [woman screaming] [Raja speaking Spanish] _ - [gun] - [woman screaming] No, no, no, no, no. Where is she? She left with an escort hours ago to make the exchange. You let her leave? - [grunts] - [groaning] Your men need to know my wife is not to be harmed. [speaking Spanish] English, God damn it! Even if that order could be given, no one would heed it. They've been let loose. I opened the gates for you. Handed you this victory. Yes, you did. But what has begun here, there is no altering it now. Jesus Christ. [seagulls screeching] FEATHERSTONE: I sent a rider to the Underhill estate to warn them. Told them we'd be here to get them off the island. But there's a credible argument to be made that we ought to leave right away, while we still can. [seagulls screeching] MAN: Hello, boys. No. We wait here. We wait here for whomever, if anyone, survives the day. If you have men you can spare, I can use them on the Walrus. MAN: That's high enough! [men chattering] If there is nothing left to be done, I would like to see her. [wood creaking] [footsteps thudding] - [metal squeaking] - [wood creaking] [Footsteps thudding overhead] I loved you. And I betrayed you. But I cannot apologize for it. I did what anyone would have done when confronted with the same impossible choices. If I apologize, you will know it is a lie. And I do not wish to lie to you ever again. Leave. No. I am going to stay with you. I want to take care of you. Get the fuck out. ♪ ♪ [sniffles] [birds chirping] ELEANOR: Doesn't make sense. Spain has been quiet for months. Why is this happening now? The governor sailed from here days ago, frustrated in his attempts to retake the island. Apparently, he found someone willing to aid him. That's not what happened. The harbor is still obstructed. How else would they manage to enter it so cleanly unless he was in league with them? That is not what happened. Well, whatever the cause, they're here. [sighs] We need to prepare a defensive position here. We need to send out scouts to determine the size of their force. And we need all the hands we can muster. [sighs] [man whistles] [exhales] Already? They must've tracked us here. Get inside the house, the both of you. [door opens] You saw them? I think so. Beyond the trees. [crow cawing] [gun cocks] Wait. [speaking Spanish] Now. [men grunting] Move! Move! [men shouting] [men panting] If they report our position, we'll face more of them. Stay. Watch the house. [insects chirping] [birds chirping] It did affect me. When Mr. Scott...when your father told me that you and your mother had died...it affected me a great deal. [door opens] [door closes] It must have been hard...to live hidden away for so long. It was hard to be away from him. The rest of it... my mother did the best she could with the rest of it. She must have done well. I've found myself thinking about it. Of walking away from Nassau, from England, from civilization. One can be happy that way, can't they? A life of isolation and uncertainty as long as it is lived with someone you love... And who loves you back. It is possible, isn't it? It is. ♪ ♪ [Insects and birds chirping] [panting] - You've seen them? - They're right around the bend. 80, maybe 100 headed this way. If we're lucky and it's on the lighter end, we might actually be able to hold them off. "If we're lucky" is not a notion that's worked well for us recently. You have men positioned by the south and west gates? As many as we could afford, which isn't many. [men shouting] ♪ ♪ [panting] What's happening out there? I don't know what chance you'll have. Their soldiers are likely everywhere. If you're going to be found by them, it shouldn't be tied up like an animal. You cannot stay here. [grunts] Good luck. [shouting in Spanish] MAN: Need more men, Castro. Let's go! MAN # : That got him! Reload! [men shouting] What is it? Reload! [distant rumbling] Can you hear that? - MAN: Come on, let's help them out. - Man # : I'm out! How many men are watching the south end of the cane fields? I think four. - [distant rumbling] - [voices echoing] [rumbling] [men shouting] [horses neighing] They're coming! - Get off the wall! - Get off the wall! [shouting] MAN: Horses behind us! Man # : Take positions and go! [yelling] [grunts] [shouts in Spanish] - MAN: The back! Get the back! - [horses neighing] [horse neighing] Yah! Run for the... - Watch your flank! - [cocks gun] [horse neighs] [horse neighs] Retreat! Retreat! MAN: Run! Run! [Madi sighs] - [grunts] - [groans] [grunts, coughs] [Eleanor gasping] [grunts, screams] [panting] [screams] [screams] [choking, coughing] [grunts] [screaming] [groans, grunts] [panting] [speaks Spanish] [screaming] [screaming] Madi! Madi! [groaning] Madi. - [glass shattering] - [objects clattering] [horse neighs] MAN: Don't waste the shot! [men shouting] [men shouting in Spanish] Watch out! Watch out! Keep it down. Move ahead. [men shouting] Aim at the horses! [Man shouts in Spanish] Torches! MAN: Aim for the torches! - Aim for the torches. - MAN: Take him down! - [gun] - [horse neighs] - [gate opens] - [men shouting] Open the doors! [yelling] [grunting] [Men shouting in Spanish] [fire crackling] [wood clattering] Hey. [gasping, panting] Was he... Is he with them, my husband? No. No, he isn't. I tried to save her. Madi. I tried to save her. [rasping] ♪ ♪ [fly buzzing] [men chattering] [horse neighs] MAN: Let's move him before he starts stinking. How many? A hundred, give or take. Roughly half withdrew, but I imagine it was not without intent to return, and with greater numbers. [dog barking] Where's Madi? [gasps] We've got about able-bodied men left, plus Julius's men. We should be able to defend the main gate and have men to spare to prevent another move through the cane. - We can't. - Can't? We just drove them off once. And it cost you half your number. Spanish regulars will not allow themselves to be defeated by us. And when they return... with three times as many reinforcements, what do you imagine will follow there? We know they're coming now. We'll be ready. SILVER: It's over. It's over. [crying] Gather whatever supplies you can. Anyone who can't make it to the beach, I want them carried. I'll not leave anyone behind. ♪ ♪ We've done most of what we can and still be able to depart quickly, which we may have to do sooner or later with or without survivors. We have to assume the Spanish have men all across the island by now. Every hour we sit here is an hour closer to being sighted by them...if we haven't been sighted already. [seagulls screeching] She saw Anne? We'll give them another hour, then we'll set sail. [men chattering] [sighs] Seems a fair amount of resentment towards you these days. I just want you to know... that I remember what you did for me. Standing up to Captain Berringer. Jack can be angry. Anne can be angry. But...but I remember the good you've done, too. It wasn't supposed to end like this. How can we all have sacrificed so much and none of us has anything to show for it? MAN: Captain! Movement on the shoreline! Man # : I can't see anything. - Get those launches away. - Aye. - Is Flint among them? - I think so. By the dunes. Jesus, it looks like they've been through hell. It will take some time before we fully know all we have lost today. ♪ ♪ [inaudible speaking] [men chattering] [wood and metal creaking] So, we are leaving? We, uh, follow Flint south...to the camp. We'll regroup, we'll refit, we'll... [sighs] A war against civilization? What? Civilization has been winning that war for , years against men richer, braver, stronger, and smarter than you. How can you be so blind not to see that? What the fuck are you talking about? You mustered a force stronger than you had any right to hope for. You hit the governor when he was at his weakest. And at what result? Eleanor is dead, Anne is nearly dead, and the governor is sitting in Nassau in my fucking chair victorious! You cannot fight civilization from the outside in. And your plan now is to follow that man into more of the same?! "What result?" That result was because of your goddamn betrayal! Just now, that man and several others wondered aloud whether the smartest thing to do wouldn't be killing you and throwing you in the sea rather than giving you another opportunity to fuck us! For reasons I can't begin to fathom, I argued against it. Bark at me again about braver, stronger, and smarter men, and I might decide to revisit the issue! If killing me seems like the smartest thing to do, then it is obvious to me none of you have any idea how to defeat Woodes Rogers. - And you do?! - You're goddamn right, I do! Eleanor is dead, Anne is nearly dead, and I want him to pay for all of it dearly. Do you want to help me or not? When Flint heads south, we head north. What's north? Eleanor Guthrie's grandfather. [bell ringing] [door opens] We'll be arriving soon. Still no sign of Rackham? No. Do you really think they just... Abandoned us? Yes. [sighs] I'm sorry. [sighs] I need you to know...that I did everything I could to keep her safe. [sighs] I... I don't expect that to mean anything. It wasn't... your fault. It wasn't your fault. [door opens] [door closes] - [men shouting] - [waves crashing] [wood creaking] [insects chirping] [birds chirping] [chattering] [distant dog barking] They had already begun to arrive when Kofi came with your request for the cache. You can understand why I didn't let him go. They came from other islands, the colonies, maroons from camps like this one, pirates from as far away as Massachusetts. They heard that Nassau had fallen...and they came to join us. The revolution you promised... has begun! 4x07: XXXV I opened the gates for you. Handed you this victory. Your men need to know my wife is not to be harmed. GRANDAL: Even if that order could be given, no one would heed it. They've been let loose. - RUTH: If you had suffered such loss... - [grunts] ... is there anything you can imagine making it right? SILVER: No, but I imagine getting my hands on the man responsible for it would be a start. If we fight them together, there's a good chance we live. Separate, and we all die. When Flint heads south, we head north. - What's north? - Eleanor Guthrie's grandfather. QUEEN: They heard that Nassau had fallen, and so they came to join us. The revolution you promised has begun. - Where's Madi? - FLINT: I need you to know...that I did everything I could to keep her safe. It wasn't your fault. ♪ ♪ - [birds chirping] - [men chattering] [dog barking] [footsteps approaching] I wasn't able to say good-bye to her... so I don't know what she would've wanted me to say to you right now...if anything at all. She and I...we'd become close. So, I think I have some sense of what it might've been. She was curious. And strong. Not made to be hidden away from the world. She was able to see it... before she died. And she was fighting for something she believed in...when she died. You knew her well. I loved her. And I believe she loved me. I think she would've wanted you to know that, too. [men chattering] And you say welcome them in, but... I mean, they've never been free. No one's at each other's throats yet here? Whatever their differences, everyone is here to be part of... ending colonial rule in the New World. As long as that's a possibility, no one wants to be the one to spoil the chance. What's this? FLINT: Discussing an attack on St. Ann's Bay as a first strike. They've both been through there in recent months. Trying to agree on what kind of resistance we'd likely face. How is she? She's breathing. How are you? MAN: In St. Ann's Bay, we can agree that there are two 10-pound guns on the beach. And men-at-arms number at least 80. No more than 100. 100? I figured twice that. If we could set enough men up the coast... say three times that, give or take... we could seize the town within a day. If you take St. Ann's, you'll starve Bridgetown. She wouldn't last a month. And Barbados has just fallen. [men murmuring] With Bridgetown as a staging ground, how many men could you muster to move to the mainland? 700, maybe eight. If we could recruit one slave in three in Barbados, that's 1,200 men we could land anywhere we chose, with ships to support their landing. That's roughly what Morgan had in Panama. It might just be enough for us to sack Boston. Boston? [men chattering] Fools. You're all fools if you think this road leads to where he says it does. I have not proven to you my commitment to our common cause? What happens when our enemy realizes that all it needs to do to defeat us is to take away that common cause? Turn one against the other. And when that happens...as it is all but certain to do... which of us standing here are likely to be the ones who benefit and which the ones sold back into their chains? Then what the fuck are you doing here? [men murmuring] I saved your men's lives and yours from the fight you started but could not finish. And now you would start another... that no man can hope to finish? Then leave. But what's happening here is going to happen. This war is going to begin. This camp is going to fight it, with or without you. They may call you a king, but only in the kingdom that is no more. We're all free men here. And I wish to stay that way. QUEEN: As do we all. Will you join me? ♪ ♪ [Anne groans] [whimpers] [gasps] Shh, shh, shh. [labored breathing] We have left the bay for the Delaware. We will be arriving soon. I'll be there in a moment. [sighs] She ain't been back down here... since we set sail. You told her to fuck off. She listened. She told me she ain't got no apology... for what she'd done. I know. Part of me wanted to lash out. Betrayed you. Betrayed me. Refuses to make it right. Mm-hm. And the other part? The other part... knew how easy it would've been for her to lie. Say she was sorry when she ain't. I don't know what the fuck to think. You told her not to come back down here, didn't you? You'll have plenty of time to murder her another day. Right now, you need to rest. [kisses] [door opens] [door closes] - [waves crashing] - [men chattering] ♪ ♪ [seagulls screeching] [door opens] [distant seagull screeching] [dog barking] You asked to see me, my Lord? [door closes] I cannot imagine what sort of horror this is for you. Please know, to whatever extent there could be any doubt, that the choices she made in recent days were made out of concern for you and out of love... ROGERS: I spoke with Governor Raja... just before he set sail. I wanted to be certain that our account with him was squared, that we ought to expect no return by his fleet, considering there were promises made to him that remain unfulfilled... to deliver the still missing cache and Jack Rackham. Governor Raja assured me he had already written off the missing cache, the war effort being of paramount importance. But Captain Rackham... he said he had never asked for Captain Rackham. You added that part. A convenient lie to placate Havana... and improve your own prospects for survival, didn't you? Didn't you? Yes. Eleanor turned her guns on me. Eleanor betrayed me. Surrendered Nassau out from under me. None of that sounded like anything that would ever occur to her to do. Not her. Not after everything we'd been through. But if it had occurred first to someone else... - No, sir. - Someone standing so close to her, who could and would manipulate her to secure their own survival. My Lord, I did no such thing. - [knocking at door] - Not now! Why would I believe you? Was there not an agreement between you that you would be released from your obligations and returned to your family... - [knocking continues] - May I speak, please?! Jesus, what is it?! [door opens] Beg your pardon, but you'd asked to be notified when we were finished dressing the body. Thank you, Mr. Rawls. What? In dressing the body, my Lord... I don't know how to say it. - Leave. - Beg pardon, ma'am? - Leave now, please. - I'd be careful if I were you. - Mr. Rawls, get out of this room. - Mrs. Hudson! You don't want to hear what he's about to tell you. Not like this. You don't want to hear about it this way. Hear what? - [seagulls screeching] - [ships groaning] [men chattering] [sighs] I can't quite read this. Trade. The trade tax set by the general post. RACKHAM: The Society of Friends? I don't have any friends. - MAN: That's the rules. - RACKHAM: Set by him, is it? The nine shillings is set in stone. Entry fee: two shillings. Pilot's fee: two shillings. Pilot's fee departure, paid in advance: three shillings. It costs more to leave than... Trading fee. Not trading anything. No matter. Non-negotiable. Sixpence. And I swear to God, I'm not making this up, Voluntary contribution to the Society of Friends: two shillings. Non-negotiable. This is... this is truly marvelous. - And we're the thieves. - Not very good ones, apparently. Did he know where to find Mr. Guthrie? He did, though he didn't seem terribly optimistic about our chances of gaining an audience. When he hears the news we are bringing, he will grant us an audience. No, no. There's no "we." I have as much to gain and more to lose than any of us if we fail to see Governor Rogers removed. - I believe I should be with you. - I'm sure you do. The last thing I need to overhear when Mr. Guthrie rejects our proposal is, uh... [imitating Max] Uh, Monsieur Constable, what sort of reward might one expect for aiding in 'zhe' capture of a notorious pirate captain, such as, say, oh, Jack Rackham? Really? 'Zhat' much? Huh. Well, what do you know? 'Zhere' he is. [normal accent] You'll stay here. I'll be back. You, let's go. fuck, it's cold! [wind howling] [bell ringing] [people chattering] [horse neighs] I can no longer feel my balls. [exhales] No one should live here. You're wrong about her. Max. When that animal Berringer was terrorizing her, threatening to kill her...unless she agreed to name her connections to the resistance...she refused. She's not crossed anyone, to my knowledge, who hasn't first crossed her, present company included. - Jack. - I heard you. [sighs] Go see what kind of surgeon you can engage for Anne. I'll... do this. [sniffles, sighs] What? It's somehow only just occurred to me how ruined we'll be if I fail to win the man on the other side of that door to our cause. No home. No cache. Anne on death's door. A ship that can barely sail. But worst of all, he'll have won. Woodes Rogers will sit in Nassau and grow old knowing that he was measured against us and proven the better man. So, don't fail. [pats back] - [birds chirping] - [men chattering] I once thought like you. That because I had reason to mistrust the pirates, that it necessarily followed that I must mistrust them. But it is not so. For there is also reason to see common interest with them. I have fought alongside these men. I have fought alongside these men. But I did it so that I might find security. But what they are now arguing for... does not sound like security to me. There is no lasting security to be had here. We'll fight to change that. Nothing is lasting. But months, years, that is meaningful and it can be had here. You now have the resources to have it here. There is a treasure in the ground here. It'd purchase whatever is needed to survive. ♪ ♪ No one has ever been this close, this near a chance to change the world. No one changes the world. Not like this. Not all at once. The world is too strong for that. [birds chirping] [sighs] From the moment he started speaking, I couldn't stop thinking about her. She died for this. She believed in this, and...if it all goes away, then it was all for nothing. I can't let this be for nothing. I just can't. It has to mean... something. [sighs] [exhales] When I was drowning over Miranda...you helped me find my way out. Look at me. I will do the same for you. I give you my word. But in order to do that, you have to trust my judgment for a little while while yours is reeling. [sighs] You think Julius gained momentum from what I said? Don't worry about it. Everything is moving forward. Just... trust me. [men chattering] It's been going on so long. We will get to the bottom of this. GIRL: Is it true? I'm sorry? Uh, is it true... that you've come from Nassau? It's true, isn't it? You're one of them. You're a pirate. You are! [chuckles] I hear everyone knows everyone there, even the giants. Will you tell me, did you know Edward Teach? Yeah. [chuckles] And Jack Rackham? Did you know him, too? I heard a story that Jack Rackham outsmarted Captain Flint to capture a Spanish treasure galleon right out from under him. Yeah. Knew him, too. And believe it or not, that story is true. What about Charles Vane? Charles Vane was my closest friend in the world. Tell me everything about him. He was the bravest man I ever knew. Not without fear, just unwilling...to let it diminish him. And loyal to a fault. And in a world where honesty is so regularly and casually disregarded... I heard he cut off a man's head and left it as a marker in the sand to anyone who would cross him. It was a little more complicated than that. - I heard... - Hmm? ... he sometimes butchered his enemies for amusement, made stew of their flesh. He was truly an animal. - Stew? - Mm-hmm. For what possible... I'm... I beg your pardon, but do you believe this? I read it in a newspaper. - Oh. - Mm. Mr. Guthrie will see you now. Charles Vane was a good man. What I told you was the truth. Put down the newspapers and read a book. [woman scoffs] Truth isn't nearly as interesting. I'm sorry, what was that? Uh, I said the truth isn't nearly as interesting. MAN: Sir. [men chattering] I understand you believe we have business. News of the Bahama Islands of some sort, Mr....what is it? Rackham. Captain Jack Rackham. Is that so? The news I bring is of personal concern to you, Mr. Guthrie. Would you prefer if we discussed it privately? Say what you came to say. Your granddaughter Eleanor is dead. Governor Woodes Rogers plotted with Spanish forces to help him quell a resistance movement on New Providence Island by razing it to the ground. And Eleanor was killed as a result. I come to offer an opportunity to see that offense answered, and find great commercial opportunity in the process. Woodes Rogers bears debts he cannot hope to repay. Given the ruin Nassau lies in, those debts could be purchased for a mere fraction of their value, for pennies. You could own Woodes Rogers and see him imprisoned. Meanwhile, while Nassau smolders, her real property could be bought for a song. I bring you the chance, sir, to own the island, shape the regime that runs it, and do it all while seeing justice visited on your granddaughter's murderer. No. No to which part? All of it. Mr. Guthrie, if you'd allow me to explain further... I heard what you said. The offense to my family's name was done a long time ago... by my son. He, his daughter, and all their efforts are parties to that offense and are no longer family of mine. [clock ticking] GUTHRIE: That is all. [men chattering] WOMAN: She's dead, isn't she? Excuse me? The news you bring about Eleanor. It's that she's dead, isn't it? It is. And who are you? Her grandmother. Wait outside. I'll join you shortly. ♪ ♪ [insects chirping] How long had she known? I honestly don't know. Not long, I don't believe. She rarely included me in her thinking. What I knew of her was mostly observed rather than shared. But one thing I know to be true...whatever risk she took... or danger she braved... they were all made out of love for you. She saw a life with you and the child...and she was determined to deliver you all into it. I'd like a moment alone. ♪ ♪ I am so... very sorry. [door opens] [door closes] [bell ringing] I'm sorry. I'm sorry. [sighs] - I am... - [knocking at door] [door opens] I beg your pardon, my Lord. What is it? MAN: We need more supplies. We found him amongst prisoners in the interior. MAN # : I don't advise that we consolidate them... MAN # : Absolutely. I mean, the wars are our priorities. A ringleader of the pirate militia. He surrendered himself. Said he would only speak with you directly. Speak with me? About what? SOAMES: He said he wants to make a deal. [horse neighing] [men chattering] Follow me, please, Captain. Those men at that table are among the wealthiest in the Pennsylvania Colony and critical suppliers to my husband's business. They consider character to be of paramount importance in choosing their partners, and so my husband has gone to great lengths to assure them that our family's sordid beginnings are long since behind us,and you just stood in front of them and proposed that my husband join you in a revenge plot against the royal governor of New Providence Island. I'm afraid I may have fumbled my case, then, ma'am, but the merits of it remain and exist well beyond revenge. If you could help me gain your husband's ear again, this time in private, outside the presence of those other men... My husband's commercial interests have grown -fold in the past three years. By some estimates,the estate represents the ninth largest family fortune in the Americas. Does that sound like something built by a man who would discard an opportunity as promising as this because of what the neighbors might think? No, it doesn't. So, what does that tell you? It tells me...it tells me that either Joseph Guthrie is among the luckiest men in the Americas or that your husband's business is not entirely managed by your husband. I see merit to your proposal. Though, I've yet to see your merit. Why would I even consider taking on a pirate as a partner like this? First, I and my partners... have intimate knowledge of Nassau's operations. We've made it work once before and could again with your help. And second, in all the years the Guthrie family has had a relationship with Nassau, I imagine I'm the first pirate to find his way to your ear. So, either I'm the single luckiest pirate in all creation or I'm of a different sort to the rest of them. [people chattering] MAN: Haul away! [chatter continues] What happened with Mr. Guthrie? Were you able to speak with him? - Mm-hmm. - What did he say? He told me to go fuck myself. Well, that does not sound good. The business isn't his. Well, the horses are his, the cart is his, but it appears the wife is the one holding the reins. [sniffles] Eleanor's grandmother? And she is interested. She invited me to return this evening to provide details of our proposal. Prove that we can be trusted to manage Nassau in the event of Rogers' removal. And I think you should come with me. You do? Why? Because our plan is ludicrous... by any sane measure, and my suspicion is if she's going to say yes, it's going to be for emotional reasons rather than financial ones. She would look across the table and see a woman with some experience quietly wielding power over men without them knowing it, and a woman who might remind her of herself. It might go a long way towards winning her. - [men chattering] - [seagull screeches] Do you know who I am? You're part of Long John Silver's resistance. I am Long John Silver. The resistance in the interior... I built it. I led it. It was mine. I was hitting your supply lines to the estates, fomenting sabotage in Nassau Town. Fighting your soldiers in untold skirmishes. You killed many of my men, and I got my fair share of yours. Why would you tell me this? Because I want you to know that I'm withholding nothing. That I'm telling the truth. And I know what I'm talking about. I don't care about the cause now. I don't care about Nassau now. I want one thing and one thing only. What is that? They all turned on me. Discarded what I'd done for them, the sacrifices I made, and left me for dead. And I want them all to pay for it. I cannot achieve it on my own. You could... if you were so inclined and you knew how. Are you so inclined? Do you know how? They are strong when Flint and Silver are united. But separate the two of them, turn them one against the other, and their world collapses. I tried once and failed. But I didn't possess the instrument necessary to make it work. And you possess it now? No. You do. [fire crackling] [distant man shouting] You brought a friend. A partner. What sort of partner is that? She's operated significant commercial interests in Nassau Town, and both before and after restored colonial rule... Does she speak? There is no business of Nassau's that has not been business of mine for some time. And aside from the interference of Woodes Rogers and his men, my business has been sound. This substantiates that. Mr. Oliver oversees our operations. Before I can be convinced that your proposal is credible, he'll need to be convinced that your proposal is credible. - It's interesting... - When Richard was a little boy, there was a tomcat that lived out in the woods behind the house. And it would scratch at the windows at all hours of the night. Richard, all of four years old, would go outside, still in his nightshirt, and feed it. My husband disapproved. He thought it a sign of weakness. [chuckles] Given that kindness is a condition rare in our family, I suppose it's unsurprising that it went misdiagnosed. So, Richard would feed the tomcat... and Joseph would flog him for disobeying, kick the tomcat for instigating. But the next night, the tomcat would return, and on and on and on it went. See, none of them was capable of changing. The cat a slave to his hunger, my son to... his decency... my husband to his rage. That would seem to be the history of Nassau, too, wouldn't it? A cycle of violence... that benefits none and consumes all. Suppose the question is... in Nassau's story, which of these roles do you play? OLIVER: I beg your pardon, ma'am. There are entries for your wage laborers here, but I see no accounting for the others. I have no other laborers. Your slaves, ma'am. I own no slaves and none work in my employ. OLIVER: I see cargo operations, uh, transportation of sugar, building, all sorts of manual labor. That is correct. In the Bahamas. And you pay wages for all of that? That doesn't seem very wise to me. You are not from Nassau. In Nassau, slaves have seen too many of their own find freedom amongst the crews on the account. It costs less to pay wages than to replace defectors, or worse yet, to pay guards to watch my door as I sleep. That isn't the only reason, though, is it? No, it is not. In my life, I have been bought and sold. And as I would be no slave again, and nor would I be a master. So, how exactly does one rise from a slave plantation in the French West Indies to a library in Philadelphia, trying to remake the world? What difference does it make? ♪ ♪ You are right. Many men have played a role in Nassau's story, but none have been able to break the cycle of brutality and failure. Your granddaughter came as close as anyone before or since. But at the end of the day and despite her best intentions, there was one truth even she was unable to see. That at some point, progress cannot begin...and suffering will not end... until someone has the courage to go out into the woods and drown the damned cat. Lend us your help, and we will do whatever must be done to move Nassau forward. I am intrigued by your proposal. But there is one question remaining that you will have to show me you can adequately answer. What will you do when the cat fights back? ♪ ♪ QUEEN: It just arrived from Nassau. [birds chirping] She's alive. Held hostage by the governor in Nassau. Unless we bring him the cache and surrender it to him by his deadline, she dies. She's alive. Who else knows about this? QUEEN: No one. I summoned only the two of you. My daughter... is everything to me, as I believe she is to you. But that cache is critical to the success of the war we're about to begin. And worse yet, if it were to be dug out of the ground under cover of night, it would do irreparable damage to our allies' trust in us. So, we don't do it under the cover of night. We make the argument. And this isn't just sentiment. Madi is important to the cause in her own right. Some of the men out there will agree, and we can... It doesn't matter if some of them agree. You're suggesting we just refuse? They'll kill her. If we even introduce this question to the men in this camp, lines will be drawn, fighting will ensue. This alliance is far too fragile at this stage to withstand that kind of turmoil. We can pay the ransom or we can have our war, but we cannot have both. A week ago, you were willing to trade this money for a fucking fort. And now it's too important to trade for Madi's life? Things have changed. Nothing has changed that justifies trading her life for your war. No one is saying that we let her die. No? Because that is certainly what it sounds like. We will find a way to get her back. We just cannot sacrifice the cache in order to do it. Is this war more important than her life? [sighs] Answer the question. I wanna hear you say it. Is this war more important than her life? [sighs] Right now with what's at stake... - ... yes, it is more important. - Oh, fuck you! I... We cannot permit Woodes Rogers to divide us like this. I will not permit it. Madi would not permit it, and you know it. But we're not going to permit him to kill her either. You cannot guarantee that... We will sail to Nassau under cover of night. We will find her. We will kill anyone who stands in our way. And we will bring her home. When you and I are of the same mind... there is nothing we have not yet been able to do. I believe that. I trust it. Do you? [chains rattling] [lock clicks] [door opens] [door closes] [wind howling] I've heard you were with her. With Eleanor. How did she die? - What? - Weapons... were found inside the house... a soldier who was dead before the fire consumed him. I'm asking if she died fighting. [distant chatter] What is that? Terms. When this is through, you'll present this to your people and advocate to accept them. Every fugitive slave in your camp will receive their immediate emancipation. With one condition. Any escaped slave who seeks refuge with you after the ratification of this deal will be surrendered to the law. And any pirate at any time who seeks refuge with you will be surrendered to the law. Why would we ever accept that? Because if you don't, I will see to it that every man, woman,and child in that camp is put back into chains. I will see each of them sold far and wide, cast out into the world alone. And then I will burn everything that remains to the ground. From here, your outcomes are bad or worse. That's what defeat looks like. ♪ ♪ Eleanor died fighting. As will I. [men chattering] Thank you. They're saying you're heading south and I'm to stay here. I can't get a straight answer past that. Sit down. [seagull screeching] She agreed. Madam Guthrie. Everything we want for Nassau. Control, a stake, Rogers' defeat and humiliation. There's now a real path to have it done. But... there is one final test... to prove our worth and to lessen the risk on her end. What is it? Flint. She wants him dead and she wants me to do it. Jesus. On some level, they can't be blamed. Flint will stop at nothing till all the West Indies are ablaze. Without him, our prospects of success in Nassau are certainly greatly improved. And as far as he and I go, it's not as if he wouldn't do the same to me were the roles reversed. Jack, how are you gonna do that? I don't know. I'll have to find him, get through the army of maroons he calls allies, get through Long John Silver, and the animal whose leash he now holds. And somehow escape it all alive... all without you. But even if you could do all those things... I mean, how could you be someone who would do that? [sniffles] The world would know that you were the one to betray every last one of our brothers. Betray the memory of Charles Vane. Charles Vane is dead. I do it for us. That's how it started. That's how it's going to end. We should be going. ♪ ♪ You'll... you know... I will. [claps] Look lively. Let's get underway. [men shouting] ♪ ♪ [men chattering] Seems confident it's to be done, doesn't he? To rescue her without paying the governor his ransom. He is confident in his plan... as am I. Maybe. One of you is more confident than the other, I think. What are you saying? HANDS: You're confident in his plan, maybe because it's a good plan. Maybe because it's the only plan. But maybe it's just because if his plan don't succeed, you'll have to show him that you prepared for the failure. That the world ain't gonna be what he wanted. And that a treasure he wanted left in the ground ain't in the ground no more. And when that happens... and the extreme reaction follows, it's one of two roads ahead. You're either gonna have to concede and let him have his way...or you're gonna have to kill him. You know this, don't you? ♪ ♪ 4x08: XXXVI MAX: Lend us your help and we will do whatever must be done to move Nassau forward. She agreed. Madam Guthrie. Everything we want for Nassau. But Flint... she wants him dead, and she wants me to do it. They all turned on me, and I want them all to pay for it. I tried once, but I didn't possess the instrument to make it work. You do. Nothing justifies trading her life for your war. No one is saying that we let her die. - You cannot guarantee that... - We will sail to Nassau. And we will find her and we will bring her home. HANDS: You're confident in his plan maybe because it's a good plan. But maybe you'll have to show him that you're prepared for the failure and that a treasure he wanted left in the ground... ain't in the ground no more. ♪ ♪ [insects chirping] [birds warbling] ♪ ♪ [bird calling] [thuds] [crickets chirping] [labored breathing] [hammer clicks] - [clinks] - [gasps] Seemed only fair that I remind you... that our fates are now linked. If this plan to secure the cache ends badly for me, you can be certain it will end badly for you. It was where I said it would be, was it? [distant dog barking] That's how close Mr. Gates was to Flint. Stored his most prized possessions in his cellar. Avery's journals. Despite that measure of trust, all it took was a disagreement over a little money for Flint to kill him. There are no two people close enough that something cannot separate them. Some point at which they were never fully connected to begin with. It happened with Gates and Flint. It will happen with Flint and Silver. This plan will work. You want the exchange of the money to happen off this island, somewhere no one need know of it. There it is. You'll lead them there... and they will follow you. ♪ ♪ [knocking, door opens] Kofi and his men are on their way to Nassau. What happens after this? They'll use resistance routes to evade detection by the governor's soldiers. They're probably already nearing town by now. They'll find friends there, discover through them where Madi is being held, and be back to the beach for us to recover by morning. Once we know where she is, we'll move to get her out of there. What happens after all of it? Assume your plan succeeds, and we retrieve her alive. Assume your war begins... spreads throughout the New World. I saw what came of Nassau when it was touched by it. In the first instant, it was deprived of Eleanor Guthrie's commerce or Jack Rackham's prosperity or Woodes Rogers' oppression. There's nothing in Nassau but horror. You said it was just a transition. That something better lay beyond it, something meaningful. But what if that isn't so? What if the result of this war isn't beyond the horror? What if it is the horror itself? Have you given this any thought at all? [wood creaking] [sighs] If we are to truly reach a moment where we might be finished with England... cleared away to make room for something else... there most certainly lies a dark moment between here and there. A moment of terror...where everything appears to be without hope. I know this. But I cannot believe that that is all there is. I cannot believe we are so poorly made as that. Incapable of surviving in the state to which we are born. Grown so used to the yoke that there can be no progress without it. It's a lot to ask...to wager so much suffering on blind faith. Well, it isn't entirely faith. We'll have the right people in place to lead us through it and hold the world together while it finds its balance. You think so much of what you and I can accomplish together. You and her. You and Madi. She's as wise as her father. She's as strong as her mother. There isn't a man or woman in Nassau who'd argue that she isn't the best of them all. The cache is critical to our war, but so is she. Critical to holding our alliance together. We absolutely must get her back alive. And you think I'm the one best suited to lead our people through this? I think that you are the best of us. The two of you together are the world in balance. [sighs] For all the damage Billy's done, at least he got that right. [horse neighs] MAX: Better. Sorry I was not here to do this yesterday. The meetings with Madam Guthrie and her man grow longer every day. [water sloshing] I believe I am gaining her trust. I believe I have persuaded them our proposal is sound, and still the questions continue. But I feel as though something is coming, a moment in which this will cease to be our idea and become her own. If I am able to reach that moment and emerge from it a true partner to her, if Jack is able to fulfill his end of the bargain, I am beginning to see a future for us in which... [distant dog barking] Why are you doing this? Talking about us like it's a thing? A future? I don't know who broke it first. But it broke. And there ain't no putting it back together again. [knocking on door] Are you all right? Wait. Is there something you need? Yeah. There is. - [men chattering] - [crickets chirping] [door opens] [door closes] [panting] They waited an hour before disbanding. Evidently, that is the lifespan of "the governor is on his way" as a viable measure of delay. The solution to our problems is not going to come from a council meeting. They are losing faith in you. They see the problems we face in rebuilding this colony, the dangers if we fail. And they are growing more and more skeptical by the day that you have anything in the way of a solution. My fear is it's worse than that. My fear is they will learn what your solution actually is. I know you intend to ransom away that slave woman to Captain Flint and his maroon allies in exchange for the pirates' cache of gems. As brazenly as you pursued this bargain, did you really believe that no one would find out about it, that I wouldn't find out? My wife made the bargain for the cache, Mr. Soames. All I'm going to do is collect. The pirates are gone, sir. The threat that they presented us is done! The threat the pirates present has never been greater. Their intent is to cause terror and destruction until civilization simply ceases to function. - The threat will not... - The defense of civilization...is not your responsibility, sir! Your duty is to restore stable profits to Nassau. And the men charged to follow you to that end are already questioning their trust in you. If they see pirates return here, if they see skirmishes begin again on this island and they know that it was because you invited it... then you are going to have a mutiny on your hands, sir. ♪ ♪ ELEANOR: "I fear for my husband's safety... "from men I've long called enemies, "from men I once called friends. "I will move heaven and earth to protect him, "but while playing this role, "the limits of my influence are ever-present." [clears throat] I was just packing everything away as you asked, my Lord. Ready my things. I sail at first light. ♪ ♪ She must've slipped in behind us during the night. She's already at anchor. [men chattering] Looks like she's been waiting for us. It looks like she knew where to wait for us. Jesus Christ! On their rail! He caught them. How's that possible? Overnight? MAN: All up on deck! ♪ ♪ Back the fore-topsails. Bring us about. - Back the fore-topsails! - Gun crews at the ready! Bring us about! What are you doing? We bring our guns to bear, he'll think twice about killing her. Belay that order! MAN: Belay that order! Go get it. Bring it up here right now. Go get what? What did you bring with us? Your plan failed. We're moving onto my plan. Do not repeat your order. Do not think about it. [sighs] [footsteps approaching] SILVER: Bring it up here. Get it where they can see it. [man grunts] [panting] Signal him. Go! DE GROOT: Signal the Eurydice. Do it now! MAN: Strike the bell! [bell ringing] SILVER: Open it. [spyglass clinks] DOOLEY: He's hauling up the anchor. Where the fuck is he going? Wherever he's going, we follow him. [people chattering] MAPLETON: This should be good. What is it I can do for our lord governor? I don't come on behalf of the governor, ma'am. You are Governor Rogers' woman, are you not? I am... which is why I believe you and I may be able to help each other. Really, ma'am, someplace private may be more appropriate. [chuckles] Privacy always comes with a price, dear. Let's see what it is you have to say first, shall we? MAN: I'm sure you would, yeah. The governor moves in a dark and destructive direction. His grief and his anger... I believe, have unmoored him from sound judgment and have left us all in grave danger if he is not reined in. You've noticed this, have you? You were excluded from the council. On the outside of its goings-on. I don't know what information you were privy to... I appreciate your concern. Come back when you like. I may be able to help you get back inside. Back on the council? Go on. I found a journal Eleanor kept. In it, she mentioned...that when Nassau last threatened to descend into chaos...you were the one to whom she turned to help prevent it. The men surrounding the governor now have all failed to challenge him in any meaningful way. I am hoping that if I could provide you with information from inside his office... it might help you maneuver your way back onto the council. That sounds an awful lot like treason to me. And what exactly, aside from good government, do you hope to gain from this, hmm? Eleanor promised me passage to London. A release from my service, that I might return home. If I help you...will you help me? ♪ ♪ When you asked me if I could help you learn where the governor's ship went...to what place he drew Captain Flint, I thought it unlikely I could be of much help. But you will never believe what just walked through my door. - [thunder rumbling] - [wind howling] - Is that not it? - What? We don't seem to be preparing for a landing. Is that not our destination ahead? No, it isn't. It's a way-point. Two features on that island are the markers. Maybe two peaks or some points along the coast. You run a line through them, and that direction becomes the course the governor will set to reach our final destination. How do you know that? [thunder rumbles] I don't understand. If the governor knows our destination, why can't he just plot a course directly to a spot on the chart? Because Skeleton Island is not on any chart, not on any civilized one, at any rate. Remote. Well outside any established trade route. It's been used from time to time for transactions neither party...wished would ever be acknowledged. [Silver shouting in distance] - SILVER: Of course I love her. - [thunder rumbling] I let you try it your way! I did trust you. But I'm through wagering with her life now. If what it takes to secure her release is to turn over the cache, I'm very glad I brought it with us. We had it. We had it in our hands. This war was breathing air, it was alive. Now Julius is back in that camp, pointing to a hole in the ground, telling anyone who will listen, "This is what it looks like when you trust a pirate." Yesterday, he had nothing. He was shouting at the rain. Now you've given him all he needs to kill this war dead. My God. The number of times I have followed you blindly, backed you with the men blindly, put men in the fucking ground... good men, friends... because you said, "I know the way. "Don't ask me how. "Just do as I say." I may not have understood it, I may not have supported it, but I did it! And God damn it, right now you're going to return the favor! [thunder rumbles] We will find a way to put it all back together with whatever we have left at our disposal. But do not ask me to choose between a war and a wife. I do not think you're going to like the answer. Whatever must be done to secure Madi's release, I'm going to do it. I do not expect your understanding, but I demand your support. As my partner, as my friend. Do I have it? Do I have it? Yes. [thunder rumbles] ♪ ♪ - [exhales] - [clatters] IDELLE: I got what you asked. These are the ships either in port or soon expected to be... and willing to accept passengers. [distant chattering] You really intend to leave... whether Jack returns alive or not? Jack will return. Jack went to hunt Captain Flint. Chances are good you've seen the last of him. You killed a friend of mine. Her name was Charlotte... and you did it for reasons that had nothing to do with her. There were men I knew that would've killed you for me. I wanted to ask them. Had the money. But Max refused. I couldn't tell then if it was... because she was afraid of you. Wouldn't have blamed her. I was. Or if it was something else. But I respected her wishes. Obeyed when she said we'd protect you despite what you'd done. Do you know why? Because despite the world reminding her every day of her life that she's undeserving of being given anything by it, that she was unworthy of what little she'd managed to take from it... despite all of that, she never believed a word of it. That woman has been fighting the whole goddamn world since the day she was born. She's a breath away from winning that fight. For whatever reason, she wants to share the spoils with you. And you'd walk away. You killed my friend. I wanted you to know that. ♪ ♪ [horse neighing] We are not going to Mr. Grace's library. I understood there was someone you wanted me to meet there today. Has something changed? [horse nickering] [men chattering] - [bell ringing] - [seagull screeching] [goat bleating] [door opens] Walk with me. [horse nickering] [seagull screeching] Those are the pirates. They've inhabited the east bank, across from Springett Island for years. The governor promises this is the year he'll chase them off, but there they are. Seven major shipping concerns in the city here. In less than years, more goods will move through here than any English-speaking port outside London. There will be civilization here. Where will the pirates be? On the east bank, across from Springett Island. Why? Because the shipping concern charges a premium for the risk the pirates present. I assume the governor, too, profits from this. There is theft, but everyone benefits. Why would anyone want to end it? - [men chattering] - [cow mooing] How well did you know my granddaughter? I knew her well. Was she happy? Happy? There are things I know about Nassau, about her. There are things that are harder to know across an ocean. I honestly do not know. Her grandfather disowned her some time ago, assumed she'd simply become one with the wild men. When the trial began and Guthrie became a contemptible name to utter in London, didn't help matters. But I held out hope from the beginning. A fantasy that despite what we'd heard of her, she was learning, growing. And that someday, she'd seek me out and...a woman who reminded me of myself when I was younger would arrive in Boston and... I'd walk the Charles with her and... teach her the things a woman can do in this world. It's the wrong river and the wrong woman, but perhaps to get even this close to a fantasy is something. So, let us assume that we're past conversations about ledgers and that the measuring of you and your proposal are done and that we are partners in a venture...to acquire and reform Nassau. So, now all that's left to know about this venture... is who is going to lead it. ♪ ♪ Edward Houghton. The only male heir to his family's banking operation. Supremely uncurious, bordering on dim, but fundamentally decent. The investments he's overseen have shown modest gains at best and losses more frequently. This is not the man you would like to put in charge of Nassau. I'd like to put you in charge of Nassau. But on this particular issue, the world won't much care for what I'd like. And of the men available, this one has merits. His family would be relieved beyond measure that he'd found himself a future far away from their business. He'd come with money, he'd open doors to new partners...and he'd be most amenable to doing whatever else you told him to do. You think he would listen to me as an advisor? [sighs] [people laughing] You think he would listen to me as a wife. I suppose it needn't be him. But to have the kind of control you will need to have, there will need to be someone occupying the role, and that someone... solves a number of problems all at once. Money, limited ambition... and reform-minded parents would find your story most intriguing. In terms of your obligations to him, there are plenty of ways for a man like that to retain satisfaction in a place like Nassau with little or no participation from you. You'd likely retain as much freedom in that regard as you desired. To rise from where you began...to where you now stand, I cannot imagine the road you've traveled. The humiliations...and the sacrifices and the defeats... and the illusions maintained at so great a cost to your sense of self. But that road has led you to me. [people applauding] I am the gate through which your journey becomes something else. I can make the dreams you have built real. The toll is small, but it must be paid. Tell me you're ready to pay it...and you and I will walk downstairs, I will introduce you to him, and... as I imagine, you'll have no difficulty taking things from there. Our partnership may move forward fully formed. Are you ready to do it? [chatter] ♪ ♪ JACK: That is a very old man. The governor's woman overheard his ship was bound for Skeleton Island. That man, I have it on good authority, is the last man on this island once sailed with Avery. Claims to have been to Skeleton Island and can show us the way. And you believe he can do it? Two possible outcomes as far as I can tell. One, he fails, in which case we sail around till we tire of it, then go back to the camp. Or two, by some miracle, he actually succeeds in getting us there. And I can't tell which of the two is of more concern. What does that mean? Killing Flint was already going to be a near impossible feat. Now we need to evade the governor and his soldiers as well. Wouldn't it make a whole lot more sense to just wait for the governor to kill him for us? If Woodes Rogers secures that cache, he secures his position here as well. Negates our plan to see him removed. - He wins. - Yeah, but... Everything we need is on that island. Flint, Rogers, and my cache of gems. If that very old man over there can get us there... why are we still standing here? [violin playing] - [men chattering] - [wood creaking] If you leave him alive long enough, he's going to make you pay for it. SILVER: He won't move against me. This will pass. And that's the end of this conversation. So many lies... to deny a simple truth. What? The crown does not divide. It cannot be shared. You know it. You want it done. You just don't know how to ask yet. Hear me very clearly. There is no hidden message and no equivocation. You will make no move against him. You will not speak of doing so to any man on this crew nor to me again. Do it and you'll answer for it. [horse snorts] ANNE: fuck you doing out here? It's a fucking mess out here. Come inside. [wind blowing] Or don't. [horse neighs] I don't care. It happened. She has committed to the plan, to me. The moment we have been working towards since we arrived...it happened. That's good news. So, why do you look like that? I told her I could not agree to it. You told her no? She needs for there to be a man in the governor's office, not Jack. A man of her choosing, and she wants me to be his wife. His wife?! In name only and for appearance's sake, nothing more. The power would rest with us. Just for appearance? And you said no? Why would you do that? I remember when I first met Eleanor, how stunned I was. A woman who spoke the way she did, who had no fear of the world or the men who reigned over it. When I became her lover, I watched the decisions she made...and resolved to learn from them. When I became her rival, I watched the mistakes she made and resolved never to repeat them. But at the end, when I felt I had surpassed her in every way, it seemed as though there was something she was still trying to say to me. Surrendering everything she had sacrificed so dearly for, because it would have come at the expense of the one she loved. She was trying to tell me, I just could not hear her, about what is truly important. I said no to Marion Guthrie's plan... despite having no alternative and at the risk of losing the entire endeavor because I refuse to situate a man in a position where he might interfere one day with my ability to repair things with you. You are the bravest person I have ever known. The truest person I have ever known. And I betrayed you and it sickens me. I am so sorry for working so hard to protect the wrong things. For failing to see that there is nothing important that does not include you. ♪ ♪ [violin playing] FLINT: The story, as it was recounted to me, is that Avery was the first Englishman to find the island. [metal squeaking] The Spanish had been using it to conduct illicit transactions for decades. Avery plans to lie in wait for them. He and his crew of arrive... and sail inland. ♪ ♪ FLINT: But as they move up the inlet, they see something most unexpected. She was Spanish, but not one of the ships they'd been hunting. This ship had been there far longer than that. Captain's log identifies her having set sail from Havana in . souls aboard. Avery finds the remains of all . Slaughtered. Brutally so. Evidence that a number of them had been dismembered while still alive. There were natives on the island? All bodies were found still on the ship, locked inside the hold. Locked from within. They ate each other alive. FLINT: Avery claimed to have seen the log. It said that the crew had refused to go inland to forage for food or for fresh water. That the first men in had returned, reporting sounds coming from the forest. [howling] FLINT: The men said it sounded to them... like the voice of God... warning them to stay away. [birds chirping] ♪ ♪ FLINT: It's an open question how much of this story Avery invented. But what is undeniably true...is how undeniably effective that story has been in achieving a result. [door opens] - Captain... - [grunts] It's no accident that Billy chose it. A place likely to put us all out of balance, where our imaginations might run wild... and our darkest impulses somehow made... far more difficult to resist. If we are to survive this experience...if our cause is to survive, some of us must find a way to keep our wits about us on behalf of those who cannot. See the truth ahead of us, through the fear and the haze. Mr. Silver, I fear, is compromised in this regard. At this moment... I find myself in need of a new partner. ♪ ♪ - [squelches] - [gun clatters] [squelches] [exhales] I knew it would come to this. I tried to tell him. We fight, only two outcomes I can see... I die or you die. Either way, he's gonna take me to blame for it. That's how far you've burrowed into his head. He won't put you out of it until he sees you for what you are. Go. ♪ ♪ [both grunting] HANDS: Do you see it now? Do you see it? Prepare a launch. [whistle blowing] [birds chirping] Captain Flint killed one of my men...and managed to haul the cache to shore. I came in the hopes my presence might buy us some time before you reacted to this news... and until I am able to remedy the situation. What sort of remedy is that? SILVER: I sent six of my men after him. The best men I have left. Their orders, in no uncertain terms, are to track Captain Flint...and retrieve the cache. BILLY: There was another order... wasn't there? Yes. What else did you tell them to do? ♪ ♪ I instructed them to kill Captain Flint. ♪ ♪ 4x09: XXXVII SILVER: Your plan failed. We're moving on to my plan. Go get it. Bring it up here right now. Go get what? FLINT: We had it in our hands. This war was breathing air. It was alive. Do not ask me to choose between a war and a wife. DE GROOT: Skeleton Island, well outside the established trade route. FLINT: It's no accident that Billy chose it... a place likely to put us all out of balance. That man, I have it on good authority, claims to have been to Skeleton Island, and can show us the way. FLINT: I find myself in need of a new partner. If our cause is to survive, some of us must find a way to keep our wits about us on behalf of those who cannot. SILVER: I sent six of my men after him. I instructed them to kill Captain Flint. ♪ ♪ [footsteps] [heavy breathing] ♪ ♪ [chuckles] What are we looking at? Nassau. Thereabouts. A few days over the horizon, just waiting for us. Can't you see it? After I just climbed that fucking hill, - are you being serious right now? - [chuckles] In a few weeks time, I will lead a pirate fleet of unprecedented strength over that horizon into a battle of unprecedented importance. With a little luck, that battle will end with us taking Nassau and beginning a revolution. I cannot do it without you. So it would benefit all involved, you not the least, if, when the battle begins, you aren't killed by the first fool lucky enough to swing a sword your way. You wanna teach me to fight? I know you know how to fight. I want to teach you how to fight and not die. You'll have more control with that. I know how you feel about being seen without the leg, but when the fighting truly begins, all that matters is what makes for the greatest... advantage. The men... I have to manage how they see me. I understand that's part of my job. But for pride to be an issue between you and I... well, I... I think we're playing past that by now. Don't you? Hmm. ♪ ♪ Do you really imagine a few weeks of this is going to make much of a difference? Am I not what I am at this point? It's better than nothing. Right. You're not concerned about this? Concerned? Well, you say you'll be teaching me to fight. But if every man fights differently, seems to me what you'll really be teaching me is how to defeat you. I'll take my chances. Shall we? [birds screeching] ♪ ♪ Tell me you know where they are. Laid eyes on Flint and the other just as we entered the trees. At some distance, but we saw them. Sent the men after them. Carrying that chest, they won't get far. Well, Flint doesn't need to get far. All he needs is to bury that gold somewhere unknown and he's won. How long did he give you? The governor. He said I have till sunrise tomorrow to return the cache. But I don't think we're going to have that long. He gave me the time for his benefit, not mine. He's preparing to make a move. I know not what, but he's preparing for it. And there's little I can do about it until I secure that chest and have it to bargain with. - [distant gun] - [bird screeches] ♪ ♪ [birds warbling] Which one of them is going to prevail? Which one? Mr. Silver assures me he can retrieve the cache from Flint and resume our transaction on its original terms. If he is incorrect... I will have some difficult choices to make. You know the two of them. Now that they're facing each other as opponents, I'm asking what sort of outcome I should expect. Silver has the men. And... Flint is on his own out there and disadvantaged. That said... Flint's been on his own and disadvantaged countless times since I've known him. And here we are. Suppose what I'm saying is... if I were you, I would assume the worst... and act accordingly now while you know you still can. [distant men chattering] My Lord, the mist is heavy. It may be our best chance to move with minimal casualties. I'd like to see her again. She'll never accept your offer. You are, for now, a necessary evil here. Do not test my patience. Bring her up from below. Now. - [insects chirping] - [birds calling] [grunting] What's this? We tracked him this far, but the trail splits in two. Well, it seems he may intend to divide our numbers, improve his chances. If they say you know his mind as if it were your own, we thought you might have a better idea which way he went than we could. How in the fuck would I know which way he decided to go? All Flint needs is an hour, maybe less, to conceal that chest in a way we couldn't hope to recover. Every moment we stand here deliberating is a moment closer to his victory. The three of you, that way. You, the other trail now! He's right. Flint likely seeks to separate them, gain an advantage. I know. So it's likely you've just sent one of those two groups to their death. As long as they expose his position. I wonder if he knows... just how much you learned from him. ♪ ♪ [grunting] Your opponent's wrist is from whence the attack is born. It is its past tense from which it cannot separate itself. The end of the blade, where the attack arrives, is its present tense, which also cannot be denied. You're still watching my eyes, which is a good way of getting yourself killed. How exactly is one supposed to watch two points in space at the same time? Practice. All warfare is the same. Two questions are of paramount importance... who was my opponent yesterday, and who is he today? Answer those two questions, and there is very little he can... hide from you. What? Who you were. [scoffs] I have no idea who you were. Not before we found you, at any rate. Jesus Christ, don't do that. If you want to know where I come from, just ask. I think I just did. You know all there is to know. I was born in Whitechapel, never knew my mother. I had a wholly unremarkable youth. - Spent most of it at a home for... - Home for boys. I know, I know. You, uh... you told me once or twice of your experiences there. [sighs] Except it isn't true. Is it? Why would you say that? I remember when you first told me, it sounded like a... invention. ♪ ♪ About one story that bled into others I'd heard told elsewhere to the crew. I didn't think much of it at the time. I suppose I assumed that if you ever became somebody worth knowing, I'd learn the truth of it eventually. Only...in this moment, I'm realizing that never happened. And what is of some concern to me is that... despite how invested we each are in the future of the other... you just told me that story again. Why is that? [sighs] It isn't important. All right. Although, you know that isn't true either. Why isn't it true? I'm sorry, the more I try and dismiss this, I... ♪ ♪ You know my story. Thomas, Miranda, all of it. Know the role it played in motivating me to do the things that I've done, the things I will do. It has made me transparent to you. Not only that, but when I told you this story, you insinuated yourself into it. The latest in a line of ill-fated partners, situating yourself such that... were you and I ever to come to blows... I'd be forced to hesitate before doing you any harm. - Slow down, I... - I'm not angry with you. It's just... you know my story. And for some reason, I cannot figure... I don't want you to know mine. [crutch scrapes] Wait a minute. I... I understand your concern. I just... [sighs] We'll resume tomorrow. Is that all right? ♪ ♪ [insects chirping] We found him. I don't see the chest. Track marks go back yards. He dragged it here. Should we fetch Mr. Hands? [blade scrapes] [birds chirping] [snaps loudly] We should head back. [distant rustling] [neck snaps] [groans] [Colin groaning] [both grunting] [groans] [grunts] [shouts] [panting] - [wood creaking] - [men chattering] You sailed with Avery. Long time ago. years? More, even, maybe? More, aye. Mm-hmm. You do know where you're going, yes? No, seriously, I've got quite a lot riding on this. One day, you'll leave the account. Take a wife, father children. See less and less of the sea until she becomes like a painting hanging on the wall, static and irrelevant... to your daily existence. But she'll keep on calling you. And when she does, you'll step into that painting and feel the swell beneath your feet. It'll all come back as if it were like yesterday. Is that so? I've watched you and yours handle the account since I and mine left it. Accomplish things that no one I ever sailed with could dream of. From what I've overheard, if you reach Skeleton Island, might mean the end of the governor. Maybe keep the account alive a little while longer. Is that so? That and more. Then I'll take you to it. Hold on to this for as long as you can, for all of us who once had it... and walked away. [door opens] [door closes] You have no idea the restraint this takes. How urgent the instinct towards violence. How certain the conviction that it would be deserved, given what you and your partners have destroyed, what you've taken from me. To me, compromise seems a loathsome, unbearable act. What compromise can there be with the man responsible for the death of my wife? Or with those who would follow him? [metal scraping, clicking] You're luckier than you know... [clicking and scraping continue] so much luckier than you know that in this moment I can still hear the faintest of voices in my head arguing against the alternative. [knitting needles clicking] If I must compromise to avert a dark end, then so must you. [chandelier squeaking] I've offered you freedom for your people. I have offered you more than you have any right to expect. And still, you will not say yes. So I come to you one last time, to ensure you cannot say no. - Accept the treaty... - I will consider no treaty of yours. ... and John Silver lives. Refuse... and he dies... along with the rest of the men who followed him here. And from what I understand, he is the one who matters most to you. The one with whom you might lead a life if you can set aside your pride in this moment. Do not make the same mistake I did. [knitting needles clicking] Do the deal. The voice you hear in your head... I imagine I know who it sounds like, as I know Eleanor wanted those things. But I hear other voices. [clicking continues] A chorus of voices. Multitudes. They reach back centuries. Men and women...and children who'd lost their lives... to men like you. Men and women and children forced to wear your chains. I must answer to them and this war... their war... Flint's war... my war...it will not be bargained away to avoid a fight, to save John Silver's life... or his men's... or mine. And you believe what you will, but it was neither I nor Flint... nor the Spanish raider who killed your wife. That, you did. [clicking stops] Sergeant. Take her below. - Are your men ready? - They are, my Lord. Then we move now. Ready the launches. [door closes] [distant men chattering] [birds calling] [sighs] - Any sign of them? - No. Nor the chest, nor any trail for either. - We should move. - Move where? Flint's almost certainly disposed of the cache by now. For all we know, he's headed back to the Walrus as we speak. Leverages his sole knowledge of the chest's location to gain control of the men. Then maybe attempts to rescue Madi, maybe not. Maybe he's already factored her death into this. A martyr to feed the cause. fuck him...for dictating this outcome to me, for swearing his friendship falsely to me, for his arrogance, his indifference. HANDS: So, what are you gonna do about it? You've been warned so many times...by Billy, by me, by Flint's own actions. And despite that, despite this, I think when we meet him again, you will look for reasons to forget it all again. You've come all this way, traveled all this distance, and when he starts talking, you won't have learned a goddamn thing. We've come all this way. How far are we from where the paths split? Hm. Two hundred yards, give or take. More. He never would have got this far ahead of your men carrying that chest. The chest was never here. He left it behind. [grunting] You think they'll figure it out that we dropped it down here? We need to get it in the ground. Come on. [both grunting] DOOLEY: Heard some talk in the camp before we left. They were talking about what happens when it's over...if the war ends up what everyone says it will be... about the spoils we all stand to gain from it. But what you're talking about is bigger than that, isn't it? But if we succeed... if we are to succeed and leave this island with the alliance intact, I'm having a hard time seeing how Mr. Silver can be a part of that now. He'll come round. Once she's safe, then he'll be able to see things clearly again. I hope so. If not, if he needs to go... You're too important to what comes next to have to bear a burden like that. So, when the time comes, I'll do it. fuck! FLINT: You're still leaning forward. - [sighs] - Let's go again. I have no story to tell. [seagulls screeching] It all might seem as though I'm trying to conceal something from you, but... [sighs] truth is... there is no story to tell. No one's past is that unremarkable. Not unremarkable, just... without relevance. A long time ago, I absolved myself from the obligation of finding any. No need to account for all my life's events in the context of a story that somehow... defines me. Events, some of which, no one could divine any meaning from... other than that the world is a place of unending horrors. I've come to peace with the knowledge... that there is no storyteller imposing any coherence, nor sense, nor grace upon those events. Therefore, there's no duty on my part to search for it. You know of me all I can bear to be known. All that is relevant to be known. That is to say, you know my genuine friendship... and loyalty. Can that be enough and there still be trust between us? ♪ ♪ Again. We're nearing the turn point. Good. That's good. Once the range marks align, we'll have a sense what direction we're to head in to reach the island. How far out, do you think? Oh... could be a few days, maybe less. When we sailed for the Urca gold, I remember something of this feeling. So much to be gained. But this is different, isn't it? How so? Well, then, even a complete and thorough success meant a qualified victory. On some level, whether we were prepared to acknowledge it out loud or not, I believe we both knew the fortune would likely cause as many problems as it would solve. But now,if that man out there can fulfill his promise to us, if we can prevail over Flint and the governor... and I feel we can... I don't know why, but I feel it. Am I mad? Tell me. I'm asking. I don't think you are. I've...thought the same thing. [clears throat] The result ahead of us... promises to be a victory...of a different sort. A true victory. Freedom... in every sense of the word. [exhales] How many men in the history of the world have ever known it? How remarkable a moment is this? How fortunate are we to be standing on the threshold of it? [knocking at door] Yes? [distant chatter] What is it? [men chattering] James said he saw him clutch for his chest. Then... he just dropped. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. - Should we...? - Mm-hmm. MAN: His heart gave out. [chatter] So, you asked him to recount for you what he knew days ago, yes? - Of course. - 'Course you did. Good. And you can get us to our destination without his assistance, yes? MAN # : His heart gave out! Do not fuck with me. [man shouts indistinctly] Of course I can, truly. I'm almost certain I can figure it out. [men chattering] MAN: Get the fuck up and sail. - [birds chirping] - [insects chirping] [men chattering] All is well? I thought I heard it. Thought you heard what? A woman. Or what sounded like a woman. Wailing... just faintly from the trees. [birds calling] Mr. Wallis swears he saw a mermaid swimming beneath the surface. [wood creaking] Mr. Jones heard the voice of his mother accusing him of infidelity to her memory. The mind is prone to mischief, I suppose. Mm-hmm. - Especially in a place like this... - [wind howling] remote and... full of stories. There are no monsters in the dark... though there are dangers. Let's take care to tell the difference. Lay our attention on the latter. ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ [birds chirping] ♪ ♪ [chest thudding] [panting] [chest thuds] ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ [grunting] [groaning] [grunting] [groans] [groans] fuck! [screams] [swords clank] [groaning] ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ [grunting] [growls] [Dooley groans] [grunting] [groans] [grunting] - [groaning] - [gasping] [grunts] [blade rings] [thuds] [panting] ♪ ♪ [man shouting] MAN # : Hey, the hold's on fire! What happened? [men shouting] MAN # : Men in the water! Launches in the water! - MAN: From the Eurydice! - [men shouting] Oh, good God. [panting] Don't wait for me! Go! [birds calling] [breathing heavily] They'll be upon us soon. You'll have to put it in the ground. Can you do it? I'll stall them. [men shouting] [shouting continues] [grunting] Jesus! [coughing] We need to get above. You said our only chance of saving the ship is to flood this hold. DE GROOT: It's too far gone. In a couple of minutes that fire will reach the magazine. What choice do we have? Abandon ship. Abandon ship! - MAN: Abandon ship! - All hands! [coughing] ♪ ♪ [birds chirping] [gun cocks] It would be preferable to me if we resolved this another way. Cache is in the ground by now. And I'll need as many men as we can get for what comes next. That includes you. [clicks] He'll be here in a moment. You still think you'll persuade him to see this all your way? [scoffs] I don't think so. But I'd prefer not to find out. [blades ring] [grunting] [groans] [shouting] [shouts] [shouts] [shouts] - [bones crack] - [shouts] SILVER: That's enough! [Hands groans] [panting] [groans] Tell me where it is. - I can't do that. - fuck you! Where is it? - You're making a mistake. - fuck you! Where is it? In the ground... where it stays until Madi is freed, and we gather it and return it to the camp, all of us. FLINT: I know you cannot see why this must be. But it must be. And every moment we waste is a moment we could be working to retrieve her. That's all this has ever been, isn't it? A partnership only insofar as it enables you to do whatever it is that matters to you in any given moment. And right now it matters far less to you whether she lives or dies than it happens your way, on your terms. I think you know it's far more complicated than that. I'm certain she does. Hup! FLINT: Even if you could kill me, even if that somehow helped you see her alive again, how are you going to explain it to her? She believes in this as much as I do. You know this. If it costs the war to save her, you'll have lost her anyway. Even you cannot construct a story to make her forgive you that. You do this, and you're gonna regret it. ♪ ♪ [grunts] No! Don't! ♪ ♪ [distant explosions] [man shouting] - [wood creaking] - [explosions] [screaming] [gasps] Swim for the shore! Try to reach the shore! [gun] Get to the shore! Away from the ship! [gun continues] - [gun continues] - [men screaming] [gasps] [men screaming] [gasps] [panting] - [distant gun] - [men shouting] [gun continues] [exhales] SILVER: Can't you see it? It isn't utility that's behind his investment in me... nor necessity, nor dependency. I understand you fear a false motive. But this much is clear to me now... I have earned his respect. And after all the tragedies that man has suffered... the loss of Thomas, the events of Charles Town... I have earned his trust. I have his true friendship... and so he's going to have mine. And as long as that is true, I cannot imagine what is possible. [distant gun] ♪ ♪ 4x10: XXXVIII So, let us assume that the measuring of you and your proposal are done... and that we are partners... in a venture to acquire and reform Nassau. Jack went to hunt Captain Flint. Chances are good you've seen the last of him. When Anne was recruiting spies in Port Royal, she met a man with an estate in the wilderness. This man found it profitable to offer his services to wealthy families with a need to make troublesome family members disappear. What families? SILVER: Flint doesn't need to get far. All he needs is to bury that gold somewhere unknown and he's won. Accept the treaty and John Silver lives. This war, it will not be bargained away to avoid a fight. FLINT: Even if you could kill me, how are you going to explain it to her? She believes in this. If it costs a war to save her, you'll have lost her anyway. Even you cannot construct a story to make her forgive you that. SILVER: Is this war more important than her life? SILVER: Answer the question. I wanna hear you say it. MAN: What's to be done with the unwanted ones? The men who do not fit, whom civilization must prune from the vine to protect its sense of itself. Every culture since earliest antiquity has survived this way, defining itself by the things it excludes. So long as there is progress, there will always be human debris in its wake, on the outside looking in. And sooner or later, one must answer the question... what becomes of them? In London, the solution is to call them criminals. To throw them in a deep, dark hole and hope it never runs over. I would argue that justice demands we do better than that. That a civilization is judged not by who it excludes, but by how it treats the excluded. That is not what I asked. Many of the men incarcerated here have enemies, sir. Such is the nature of being anathema to the empire. And the only way I can protect them is to ensure that once they walk through these gates, their anonymity is protected, too. Here, they must cease to be... to be able to find peace. I already said I'm not an enemy of his, nor is the man who sent me. Yes, and I believe you when you say it. But still... Do you know where I come from, sir? - No, I don't. - I come from Nassau. My name is Tom Morgan. I come on behalf of Long John Silver. Have you heard of him? Yes, of course. Good. Then I ask you again and for the last time, is the prisoner we are looking for here... or isn't he? [clock ticking] ♪ ♪ - [gun] - [man shouting] FLINT: Come on! Come on! - [gun continues] - [men grunting] Ready, set. Come up. Quick! Get to cover! [man shouting] Get on the beach! [men shouting] When we make our landing, pass word to the men I need Flint alive. If he departed with the money, he's the one who knows its whereabouts. What of the others, my Lord? There are no others. No quarter, Mr. Utley. [gun continues] FLINT: Come on, run! Go! [men shouting] FLINT: Get to cover! [grunts] Give me your hand! Give me your hand! [grunts] [whistle blowing] [bell ringing] - MAN: Ready to starboard! - Starboard! Bring her about! MAN: Back to the ship! ♪ ♪ [men chattering] Jesus. Yeah. Make ready to take on survivors. [insects chirping] An hour ago, we were upon a fool's errand to capture Captain Flint and find an island that does not exist... you're welcome for that, by the way... evade a ship full of redcoats, fight through a ship full of pirates, and somehow get past Long John Silver. I don't know if you've noticed, but this is considerably better luck than you and I have experienced lately. And yet somehow, I get the sense you and I are possessed of different instincts as to how to react to this. How would you like to react to it? Throw him in a sack, sail away from here, let the Guthrie woman and her lawyers deal with the governor, and be alive come tomorrow. [men chattering] He's headed for open water. I noticed. He has everything he came for? We were at the camp. They told me you brought the cache to ransom for her life. It's in the ground. Ashore. I'm the only one who knows where. It comes out when Madi is safe, when the governor is dead or captured, and when we are ready to return together to the camp to resume the war to which we all committed ourselves. Then and only then. Can you live with that? [birds chirping] She runs or she wants room to fight this out? You've met the man. What do you think? He'll never stop until we're all hanging in his square. Unless we defeat him today, together. Get us underway and ready the guns. - MAN: Make ready the guns! - We should speak. The three of us. [men shouting] Woodes Rogers isn't going to receive a letter from anyone's lawyer informing him I've beat him. I'm going to tell him so. - Jack... - I want my money back. If it takes rescuing the girl to get Flint to dig it up, then, Augustus, you and I are in the rescuing business today. Get us after that ship. [footsteps thudding] [wood creaking] Well, here I am. What exactly is on the agenda? Where did you go? [fly buzzing] You were to follow us to the camp. Your ship disappears... and then you arrive here as though none of it happened. Before we discuss anything else, I wanna know where you went. I went to Philadelphia... to see Joseph Guthrie. You went to see Joseph Guthrie? I presented him with a plan to join our cause. Every rebellion can use a wealthy convert or two early in the game. What did he say? He politely passed. Anne remained to be tended to in the city. Max with her. Now that we're all caught up, might we agree there are more pressing issues at hand? Namely, what we intend to do from here. I intend to assume command here, pursue the governor, and capture his ship whole. Is that so? We'll need to take her without the use of our great guns. It will be technically beyond your capacities. Without the guns? Why would you... It would put Madi's life at greater risk. Securing her alive is all that matters today. Return her, him, and the cache back to the camp intact along with the governor defeated and in chains. And news of it will travel far and wide. The war will be fully, undeniably, and maybe unstoppably underway. Victory here today changes everything for everyone forever. And it is most likely to happen under my direction. Do you have anything to say about this? He's right. And you know it. [sighs] You people. [sighs] We need to watch him. The governor is the danger ahead of us. But if he has a chance to put knives in our backs for the money, he'll do it. You don't think I know that? What the hell is this? You cannot honestly believe that placating me is going to repair what's been broken here. I absolutely think that it is repairable. And no one is placating anyone. Then what exactly is it you think you're doing here? I know what it's like... to have lost her. And then seeing a way to have her back. I understand what that must've felt like. You asked me once what I would do, what I would sacrifice if it meant having Thomas back again. I honestly don't know... what I would've done. I honestly couldn't say I wouldn't have done what you did. I told you I'd see you through this. Put things back together again so that we can move forward. I meant it. [wood creaking] [gasps] Please know... I was so conflicted about all this when it began. I knew it would be difficult to separate them... Flint and Silver. They'd grown so close, it was hard to know where one ended and the other began. I worried that the act of separating them might destroy them both... when what I wanted was to remove Flint. And I saw no other way. But the things I've done in the pursuit of it... were intended to honor my oath. But somehow, here I am now. What I've just done... there's no coming back from that. [inhales, sighs] There is no difference between Flint and Silver now. Or between Flint and any of them. They are all enemies of mine. Now, I believe they are outmatched today. I believe at the end of the day, there will be no more of them left alive. But if somehow... they are able to prevail today against us... fight their way through the British soldiers above, through the governor, through me... I will ensure that at the end of it all, when they walk through this final door, there is defeat awaiting them. You think killing me means defeat for them? You will have given them a martyr to unite them. [exhales] ♪ ♪ [latch clicks] [sheaths knife] - [seagulls screeching] - [men chattering] Still no sign of her. Thought he'd try to block us in ahead. He's out there. Maybe there, ready to loose his guns once we clear the mouth. We should veer to starboard as far as is possible and be prepared to take fire when we do. The captain suggests Eurydice is likely lying in wait beyond that headland. We should take measures to prepare for it. In the meantime, why don't you tell me what the fuck you're actually doing here? You presented a plan to the Guthrie family to bolster piracy in Nassau... with Max at your side? I sincerely doubt you'd go along with any plan that promised support for the account. And from there, my questions only multiply. Which is probably not a state you want to leave me in. A state of multiplying questions. I suppose that makes two of us. Because there is something in the air between you and your friend up there. It's just tension between steadfast partners. Or it's something else. We could suffer under the weight of our respective questions. Or would you like to start trading answers? ♪ ♪ [seagull screeching] [men chattering] Helm! Hard to starboard! Put the wind on the port quarter. Mr. Featherstone, set the foresail, Trim as we alter course. What's happening? We're gonna get hit. My Lord, shall we withdraw in favor of a wider approach? No. I beg your pardon, sir, but there are easier ways to attempt to board her. I do not wish to board her. I wish to cause confusion and terror amongst her men. I wish to shatter their spirits. I wish to break them. And then I wish to board her. Keep her main mast aligned over the bow. Bow gun we fire at will. [cannon fire] [all yelling] - MAN: Fire! - MAN # : Take cover! [screaming] Helm, prepare to come hard over to starboard. MAN: Helm, prepare to come hard over to starboard! Now! Brace for impact! - MAN: Brace for impact! - [bell ringing] [all grunting] [crashing] [wood creaking] [grunts] [men shouting] Target the rail! MAN: Target the rail! MAN # : Come on, men, fire at will! Take cover! MAN: Stay down! [ships groaning] Ready the rest of the men. And lead them over the stern. Board them at the helm. [gun] The helm? Just get them ready. When you're on-board, get below decks and find Madi. Where are you going? To turn us around. Musket! [grunts] You. Join the muskets on the foremast. - [gun] - [man shouting] Musket. Reload! MAN: Target on the quarterdeck! ♪ ♪ [gasps] [grunts] [gun] [grunting] [screams] - MAN: We broken away! - MAN # : Yeah! Hooks at the ready! You load that now. ♪ ♪ [men shouting] [grunts] MAN: Come on, men! MAN # : Come on! [both grunting] [grunting] [man shouts] [both grunting] ♪ ♪ [pants, grunts] [choking, gasping] [screams] - [grunts] - [screams] [men grunting, shouting] [gun continues] [yells] [footsteps thudding] [muffled gun, shouting] What are you doing down here? Are you a fucking coward? P-please, sir. I'm just the cook. [shallow breathing] You had a prisoner here. Is she still alive? [whimpers] Is she still alive?! [grunting] [gun] [both grunting] ♪ ♪ [no audio] ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ [men chattering] Don't worry. No one's going under the ship today. Though, the thought had crossed my mind. No, I'm quite certain I can do better than that. MAN: I'll need cutting away completely. FLINT: Time is of the essence for what happens next. Take the better part of a day, maybe two, to secure the chest. Captain Rackham will ferry you back to the camp aboard the Lion to relay the news. I'd like to stay, actually. To help see the chest secured properly. SILVER: Mr. Featherstone can see her back aboard the Eurydice. Provided the majority of men crewing the Lion are ours, not yours, and you remain on the ship while we retrieve the chest. Yes? ♪ ♪ Let's go. [birds chirping] [Silver panting] We'll rest up here. I can keep going. We'll rest here. [labored breathing] You really are getting nimble on that thing. Pain is an exceptional tutor. Hmm. We won't be going any farther. Won't we? I won't take another step towards that chest until I know for certain that I'm wrong about what I suspect is happening here. I don't know what you're talking about. Please don't do that. And what is it you think is happening? I show you the chest, the chest is brought out of the ground... and then... I don't know what then exactly, but I doubt it involves returning it to the camp as planned. Am I wrong? Tell me I am and we'll continue on our way. [owl hooting] And then what? This war... your war... her war... Julius will be no obstacle to it. As long as you and she stand for it... as long as the treasure powers it... nothing can stop it from beginning now. Nothing but you. Why would you want to do that? This is what it would be. Time after time after time. Endlessly. The measuring of lives... and loves and spirits... so that they may be wagered in a grand game. How much ransom can be afforded for the cause? How many casualties can be tolerated for the cause? How much loss? That isn't a war. That is a fucking nightmare. And I cannot take a single step towards leaving this forest... till I know it's over. ♪ ♪ This is how they survive. You must know this. You're too smart not to know this. They paint the world full of shadows... and then tell their children to stay close to the light. Their light. Their reasons, their judgments. Because in the darkness, there be dragons. But it isn't true. We can prove that it isn't true. In the dark, there is discovery, there is possibility, there is freedom in the dark once someone has illuminated it. And who has been so close to doing it as we are right now? This isn't about England... or her king... or our freedom, or any of it. When I thought Madi was gone, I saw... for the first time, I saw the world through your eyes. A world in which there is nothing left to lose. I felt the need to make sense of the loss... to impart meaning to it... whatever the cost. To exalt her memory with battles... and victories. But beneath all of that, I recognized the other thing... hiding in the spaces. The one whose shape you first showed me. And when asked, it was honest about the role it wanted to play. It was rage. And it just wanted to see the world burn. I see a life for myself with her. And I will not live it wondering if tomorrow is the day your nightmare finally takes her away for good. So, what next, then? What decisions have you made about what our tomorrows will be? I made arrangements... to ensure that when we leave here, it is with compromises in place that will diffuse any threats of widespread rebellion. All this will be for nothing. We will have been for nothing. Defined by their histories... distorted to fit into their narrative... until all that is left of us... are the monsters in the stories they tell their children. I don't care. You will. Someday, you will. Someday. Even if you can persuade her to keep you... she'll no longer be enough. And the comfort will grow stale. And casting about in the dark for some proof that you mattered and finding none, you'll know... that you gave it away... in this moment... on this island. Left it in the ground... along with that chest. This is not what I wanted. But I will stand here with you... for an hour, a day, a year... while you find a way to accept this outcome... so that we might leave here together. For if not... then I must end this another way. ♪ ♪ [birds cawing, wings flapping] [chattering] [bell tolling] [door opens] ♪ ♪ RACKHAM: Captain Flint is gone. Gone? Gone where? Retired from the account. He was persuaded that his efforts were no longer viable, that those closest to him had grown tired of them. And of him. He then chose to walk away from it all. He's no longer a concern of ours. This sounds somewhat less definitive an end than I had expected. But far more effective. For if our intent was to extinguish his war, feeding it a martyr seems like an odd way of going about it. RACKHAM: Flint had allies who would've only been emboldened by his death. Some of whom, had they the desire, could and would have fought his war without him to honor his memory. Instead of a martyr, we have fed it a story, a tragedy that diffused their fighting spirit, and enabled the more moderate voices among them to press for a more moderate solution. What is that? A treaty. Its terms conceived by Governor Rogers. Its terms agreed to by the Maroon leaders... over a few scattered objections. ♪ ♪ I can tell you whatever it is you want to hear about Flint's whereabouts. He's dead. He's retired. The truth of it matters not at all. The truth is there will be no Maroon war in the West Indies because the Maroons themselves have agreed to it. All that remains, then, is for you to purchase Woodes Rogers' debts. Force his default and incarceration and see him replaced with a new governor who will honor these terms. [fire crackling] You asked for proof of Captain Flint's removal. I cannot give it to you. But this is a meaningful assurance that the pirate threat is no more. You asked for a governor I would call husband. I cannot give that to you either. But I have given you a candidate whose trustworthiness I can guarantee. [whispers] What candidate? You want me to administrate Nassau? These are the terms under which it will happen. They are the best I can offer. Are they acceptable to you? RACKHAM: Just one more thing. [clears throat] Small favor to ask... before the ink dries on whatever it is you've agreed upon. Once the demand for repayment has been made and his default recorded and the warrant sworn, there will be a trial. And at that trial, the court will solicit affidavits from his creditors. Affidavits that will shape the official narrative of the default. The failure. The humiliation. For a man like Woodes Rogers, how difficult that will be... to sit helpless while history records such an unflattering end to what was once such a promising story. I suppose what I'm asking is... once the time comes to submit that affidavit, I'd so love to help you write it. - [men chattering] - [birds chirping] [dog barking] [horse neighs] Leave. No. The treaty is being ratified. The chiefs from the other camps will be leaving shortly, along with the pirate crews. The war is over. Yes. I don't know why you did this. But I know you did this. Sent me away from that island so I would not see it. Emboldened Julius so I could not oppose it. Orchestrated it. Don't you dare insult me by denying this. Flint's war could only have one result. A life of loss... and misery... and fruitless sacrifice. - I had to stop it. - You had to stop it? And I'm not sorry for it. I lost you once. I would not do it again. Captain Flint didn't retire from this. It was important that they heard that, but they didn't know him like you do. I won't insult you by repeating it. [exhales] He trusted you. He was your friend. And you killed him. No. I did not kill Captain Flint. I unmade him. The man you know could never let go of his war. For if he were to exclude it from himself, he would not be able to understand himself. So I had to return him to an earlier state of being. One in which he could function without the war. Without the violence. Without us. Captain Flint was born out of great tragedy. You know this. I told you this. I found a way to reach into the past... and undo it. ♪ ♪ SILVER: There is a place near Savannah... where men unjustly imprisoned in England are sent in secret. An internment far more humane, but no less secure. Men who enter these gates never leave them. To the rest of the world, they simply cease to be. I don't believe you. I don't believe this. Flint would have fought to the death before allowing it. He resisted... at first. But then I told him what else I had heard about this place. I was told prominent families amongst London society made use of it. I was told the governor in Carolina made use of it. So I sent a man to find out if they'd used it to hide away one particular prisoner. He returned with news. Thomas Hamilton was there. He disbelieved me. He continued to resist. And corralling him took great effort. But the closer we got to Savannah, his resistance began to diminish. I couldn't say why. I wasn't expecting it. Perhaps he'd finally reached the limits of his physical ability to fight. Or perhaps as the promise of seeing Thomas got closer... he grew more comfortable letting go of this man he created in response to his loss. The man whose mind I had come to know so well... whose mind I'd in some ways incorporated into my own. It was a strange experience to see something from it... so unexpected. I choose to believe it... because it wasn't the man I had come to know at all... but one who existed beforehand... waking from a long... and terrible nightmare. [clock ticking] SILVER: Reorienting to the daylight... and the world as it existed before he first closed his eyes... letting the memory of the nightmare fade away. ♪ ♪ [no audio] - [insects chirping] - [dogs barking] You may think what you want of me. I will draw comfort in the knowledge that you're alive to think it. But I'm not the villain you fear I am. I'm not him. [men chattering] You sent a man... to investigate this place? Yes. And he did this and returned to Nassau... all before the Spanish arrived? Yes. You didn't just betray my trust. You have planned to betray it...all that time. Get out. The pirates will be leaving here. The chiefs. But I will stay. And I will wait. A day... a month... a year... forever... in the hopes that you will understand why I did what I did. Get out. ♪ ♪ [Madi crying] RACKHAM: A story is true. A story is untrue. [men chattering] RACKHAM: As time extends, it matters less and less. The stories we want to believe... those are the ones that survive, despite upheaval and transition and progress. ♪ ♪ Those are the stories that shape history. And then what does it matter if it was true when it was born? It's found truth in its maturity, which if a virtue in man ought to be no less so for the things men create. As this relates to your question specifically... I'm sorry. Remind me, what was your question, specifically? - Long John Silver. - Long John Silver, yes. Please forgive me. I will go on from time to time, but generally in the service of thoroughness and always with the best of intentions. I appreciate your indulging me. No need. I was drawn in. [slurps] [chuckles] Long John Silver's story... is a hard one to know. [coughs] RACKHAM: The men who believed most deeply in it... were ultimately destroyed by it. [birds screeching] ♪ ♪ [bird calling] RACKHAM: And those who stood to benefit most from it... were the most eager to leave it all behind. Until all that remains of any of it... are stories bearing only a passing resemblance to the world the rest of us lived in. [no audio] RACKHAM: A world we survived. A world that is no more. I hear it ain't altogether over. I hear there are still men on the account here under the blessing of the governor. I hear he allows for it... as long as it helps drive up prices for the merchants here. I hear he allows you to continue the practice. That's why I came. Two things you must know if you're gonna be spending time here with us. One, the governor. Lovely man. Dear friend. Might be the hero given credit for the Maroon truce, bringing peace to the West Indies, and finally, at long last, bringing law and order to Nassau. But let's just say he had some help. And the true power here... is a little more complicated than that. And two, there is, by law... and strict enforcement of the administration, no piracy in Nassau. Not anymore. Not ever. It's critical for commerce. This is known to the world. Meet me at the jetty. [coins clink] [bell ringing] [seagulls screeching] [goat bleating] RACKHAM: Are we ready to depart? Don't remember talking about bringing on new people. Ah, we didn't. Oh, I know we didn't. He's come from the continent. Served with the regulars in the war. Mark. Mark Read. [bell ringing] You could be more welcoming to new people. Would it hurt? Planning on bringing them all on? All of who? All the fools that have heard you may know where to find Captain Flint's treasure. The ones thinking you may go looking for it again. Thinking you'll make them rich. The ones I worry might just convince you to do it. I've chased Captain Flint's treasure. I've had Captain Flint's treasure. It never ends well. Rather than rush off after it again... maybe let's just do this a while longer. Maybe... Oh, is that it? Still don't understand what was wrong with the one we had. Because what's it all for if it goes unremembered? It's the art that leaves the mark. But to leave it, it must... transcend. It must speak for itself. It must be true. It's fine. It's fine. Get us underway. [men shouting] ♪ ♪