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My instinct is the same now
as it was then.

I will show them
what the consequences are

for threatening that
which I hold most dear.

Secure the rest of them.

Set a course for Nassau.

- You want to withdraw?
- If we don't,

it will be the end
of whatever trust

exists between us
and the slaves
on the island.

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.

- 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.

*

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?

Get them back
in the barracks.

Nassau's fallen.
Aye.

Get them back inside!

Protect the lady!
It's okay, It's okay!

Quick, get on here!
Help her up!
Help her up!

Get on!

Go, go, go!

Over here!

Yah!

Yah!

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.

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.

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 here and there,
they were unsuccessful.

*

...it's 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 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.

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.
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 then held
in the fort for Max.

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.

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.

Coming aboard.

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--

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.

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.

Excuse me.

Still reports coming in.

More muskets!

I think we're all
properly angry

about what he did
on the Underhill estate.

What he did?
Yes.

But a very wise women
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?

Here he comes.

The Boyd brothers
launched a raid on one of
the governor's munitions stores.

We just managed
to put it down.

I think we 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?

What happened
on that estate?

Was the aftermath
not what we feared?

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?

Of 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

to delivering all 42 of you
to the lord 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 honestly couldn't say.

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.

You choose...

or it starts
with your partner here.

Mr. Carver.

Come on!
Ah!

Who's next?

We 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.

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.

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'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'd 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.

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?

You told me once that
the people he holds closest

are the most at risk
of being consumed by him.

He and I have
discussed it at length.

So, I thank you
for your concern.

But I'm going to be
just fine.

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.

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.

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.

Go get her now.

What the hell
happened in there?

We won.

That's all that matters.

There will be no mission
to Philadelphia.

I assume that much
is clear by now.

Our chances of success there
were slim to begin with.

The idea
that I might stand
in front of my grandfather

and suggest that Nassau
was 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
murder wantonly
in the streets.

Oh, Christ.

I am right back
where I started.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

When my family
first arrived here...

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.

I stay,

and our child is raised
amongst all this brutality.

I go, and my husband
is left alone to face it
all on his own.

Amazing, this place.

It somehow leaves
no options other than
to hurt the ones you love.

Ma'am, there's a messenger
at the gate.

They've agreed
to the exchange.

That's it!

Another one now!

Knock his fucking
teeth out.

Any man stood a chance
against him is dead.

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?

Any man.

Absolutely--
absolutely not.

The ones of us
they don't get down here,

we're just gonna swing
in Port Royal in a few days.

Get up. Get up!
You gotta trust me.

He asks you for a name,
you don't say shit.

And you let him
take me.

Another name, Captain.

Captain?

Will you be choosing
or will I?

All right.

Her.

...nice and slow.

You like her,
don't you?

Make her bleed.

I think she
likes you, Mr. Milton.

Take her!

Yes, my love.

Get up. Get up!

Ooh.

On your feet. Get up!

- What you waiting for?
- Come on, get up!

On your feet.

Come on, my pretty.

Anne, get up.

Move!

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.

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.

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
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.

They're ready.

*

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 we 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.

- All clear!
- Clear the fort!

*

Close the gate!

What can I do
for you, ma'am?

Why are they
still in chains?

We freed the ones
who 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.

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.

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.

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 it ended and I 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?

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?

Neither can I.

But there may be
a way that we can
take something from it...

if you'll help me.

What is it?

Sails have been spotted
on the horizon.

Sails?

Whose sails?

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?

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!

Make a course
towards the fort.

As close as we can get.

And ready the men.

We'll make our landing
under cover of the fort's guns,

reinforce them,
and move to retake Nassau.

Ma'am?

Shall I begin moving
the guns to the beach?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Let me know
when it's done.

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?

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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.

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.

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.