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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.

You set aside
some of the gold?
She did.

How much?
Mm.

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.

Where's Vane?
The militia arrived
before he could get away.

We had no choice but to run.

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.

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.

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.

Tell your governor!

You tell him I'm coming!

*

"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...

Then 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.

Two flags
on the starboard bow!

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.

- Aye, Captain.
- Maintain course.

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.

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 a landing today.

Hmm.

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 larboard 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.

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.

If you please.

Lads,
hey, listen up.

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.

*

What is it?

The governor's sloops
aren't moving.

Well, what what would
you have them doing?

Outgunned as they are,
maybe nothing.

Maybe something.

What the hell
does that mean?

The Revenge is almost
in range of the fort.

No guns.

It's just as Billy said.

Standby the anchor!

And signal The Eagle to offer
her larboard batteries

to hold those sloops at bay.

What the fuck
is The Defian doing?

Why is she cutting
across our bow?

The Defiant's
altering course!

Helm!
Hard to starboard!

Hard over!

Trim in all the sails!
Brace up sharp!

*

- Take the larboard low!
- Move ahead!

Let the sheets fly!
Let the sheets fly!

Let the sheets fly!

Let go of the line!
Watch out for the cannons!

Look out!
Brace yourselves!

Can we get free?

Get to the guns!

Get the shots!

Looks like
the barricade held, sir.

Your orders?

Open fire.

Eastern battery,
open fire.

- Fire!
- Fire!

Take cover!

- Fire!
- Fire!

Brace ahead!

Signal the sloops to engage.

Engage the sloops!

Signal to persuit!

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 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.

All hands!

Reset the topsails
and t'gallants!

Now!

Ready top sails!

Ready those guns!

T'gallants!

- Pull! Pull!
- Put your backs into it!

Pull those lines!

Pull!
Pull!

Watch those
in the corner.

Top sails!

Reload with chain shot
and target their canvas.

Reload
with chain shot!
Go!

Fire!

Gun crews!

On my mark!

Fire!

Ah!

Abandon ship!
All hands!

Abandon ship!

Get the ladders over!

Get on the longboats.

What are you doing?

I'll be the slowest one.

Get on the ladder!

It's all right.
Go.

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 with 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?

Come on!
Get her in the longboat!

I got ya!

Fall, sir!

We're not
gonna make it!

*

Return fire!

In the wind!

Shall we pursue
the man-of-war, my Lord?

It'd be at 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.

Oh, fuck.

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.

We are who we are.

Nothing so important
changes so quickly.

Mrs. Rogers?

The governor requests
your presence.

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.

- 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.

Governor?

I'll send for you
as soon as I'm satisfied

the street is secure.

Captain.

*

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.

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.

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?

That is 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.

*

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!

Prepare to be boarded!

My Lord, the squad is returning
from the outer beaches.

All told,
the captives 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?

Informants?

Well, there must be someone
in town who knows

where the pirates
are going 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?

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 him 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.

Don't look at me!
Keep moving.

You heard, move.

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.

I doubt they'll turn
on their own kind, my Lord.

It isn't that sort
of a war anymore.

I want the trials started
as soon as possible.

I want this behind us.

Of course.

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?

The scouts are returning.

I'll meet you inside.

*

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.

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.

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.

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--

Too long.

What you're suggesting,
we don't have time for that.

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 threatening 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.

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.

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.

I 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.

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 of part of

starts splitting
right down the middle?

That isn't going to happen.

It already is.

What did he do?

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
if I was your partner,

it didn't matter
whatever 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.

*

Long John Silver.

Welcome home.