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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.

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?

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.

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.

A gift.
One of my favorites.

And you might
find it helpful

in dealing with
my husband going forward.

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.

Stop jacking off
on the figurehead.

Joji!

Last item.

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?

I want to vote.

Hey, don't worry.
We'll sort it out.

Land ho!

Almost took
my fucking head off.

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.
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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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?

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.

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.

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 threatening 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.

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.

Join me.

Won't you?

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?

I know what Low's
cargo is.

No shit?

Stand up.

Will that do?

I believe so.

Congratulations, Jack.

Now you know
what it's like
to rise from the grave.

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.

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.

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.

All right, start again

at the beginning
of the measure.

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 weapons.

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.

Found the prize
they was hiding.

Just where the whore
said she'd be.

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?

I didn't do it for you.

Six men.
Maybe seven.

That should be
achievable now.

And with just
this week's till,

we can most likely
acquire a piragua.

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.

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.