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They
obstructed the harbor.
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?

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.

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.

Long John Silver.
Welcome home.

*

What is this?

I said,
what's going on here?

What do you want from me?

Blacksmith pays for these.

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.

What?

500 pieces they pay
before you did it.

I think more after.

Fuck you.

Write.

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?

Let fall!

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.

What is it?

Steady, now.

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.

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.

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.

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?

We can't sit still
and let him hold us
hostage.

We 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.

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.

Insurrection
against the lawfully
appointed governor,

high seas piracy,
treason.

Does the accused
have any words to say

in his own defense?

Fuck... you.

- Oh, get him.
- This is injustice!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Gentlemen,
that's enough!

Get out there.
Go on.

...testimony
in your defense.

Having had
that evidence...

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...

threatening 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.

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.

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.

"More lies."

Who else's lies am I to be
held responsible for?

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.

I heard his name was...

Israel Hands.

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.

A degrading beating
before all the crews
on the beach.

A pistol shot
just missing his eye,

rendering him
a misshapen wretch.

You talk too much.

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.

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.

I am the new beginning
for Nassau.

And you'd trade
all that for what?

500 pieces?

You think
you're worth more?

To the right people.

Who?

Who would pay
so much for you?

Enough.

Is she asleep yet?

Audrey?

Are you asleep yet?

Yes.

Your daughter.

Ruth, fix some more
hot water, would you?

Ruth?

What is it?

We're under attack!

Move! Move!

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.

Wait!

If you shoot,

I'll have to
do the same.

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.

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.

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."

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.

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?

It's the governor's banner!

Glass, please.
Quickly.

Well,
the good news is...

Ben's squad
just found a storehouse
filled to the ceiling

with 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.

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.

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.

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.

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--
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.

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!

Plantation men!

It's over now!
We're under attack!

- Fall back! Fall back!
- Fall back!

Fall back to the corn field!

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's 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.

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.

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.

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.

To the 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.

I asked him
what he thought it meant.

"Dinner."

I don't know what made me
think of that story.

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.

Cannon fire
from the port!

He's underway,
Captain.

Using the fort guns
for cover.

Do we pursue?

Slip the cables.

Set a course
to overtake her.

Slip the cable!

Set course to pursue!

Ma'am?

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.