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It's lost. For the moment,
Nassau town is lost.

That much is painfully clear.
It is our duty now to secure
ourselves here.

I think we're all probably
angry about what he did on
the Underhill estate,

but Billy has influence
that is best not ignored.

Billy told me I should worry
that you will be Madi's end.

After you fled,
reprisals were visited

upon our loved ones
upon the Edwards estate.

I wonder, ma'am,
if he might want you to leave

when he learns
of your current
state of being.

She's flying
the governor's banner.
It's him!

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

reinforce them,
and move to retake Nassau.

I am prepared
to surrender the governor's
remaining forces to you,

control of the fort,
all of it,

in exchange
for the cache.

No.
Trust me.

*

*

Lay your muskets here!

Where have you been?

And where's Flint?

In a moment,
a woman I don't know

is going to walk
out of that fort.

She's going to move
towards a longboat

in which we'll have
placed two men

to row her to
Governor Roger's ship.

We have ensured that
she'll arrive unharmed

to deliver a message
to the governor.

We ensured?

I'm sorry.

When and why
did we decide
to do that?

Because Captain Flint
has offered himself

as collateral
to Eleanor Guthrie
inside the fort.

If we breach
our pledge,
he dies.

Collateral?

What the fuck
are you talking about?

To guarantee
our compliance...

as part of a bargain
in which the British

will be surrendering
their position in Nassau.

Every man on the beach
will need to be told.

Pass the word.

Now.

I would appreciate it
if you'd double check...

...the transport.
Yes, ma'am.

There are some supplies
that I would like to be
transported over, too.

Thank you.

Go and find
Mrs. Hannah.

She'll know what to do.

No one will harm you
out there.

How can you be so sure?

Because they know if anything
happens to you, Flint dies.

And no one is going to
test me to see if I'm
serious about that.

When you get to the ship,
when you get to him,

you know
what to say to him.

Yes, ma'am.

And you know
what not to say to him.

If he balks
about leaving,

which he is
almost certain to do...

it might help
if he knew

it wasn't just your welfare
that was in question.

I won't have him
learning about it like this.

I just won't.

I understand.

You should be going.

*

Eleanor Guthrie--

Eleanor Guthrie told you
she'd surrender the fort

and all of Nassau
with it

if Flint agreed
to act as her hostage
to guarantee the deal?

Are you really
gonna make me ask?

It wasn't all she got.

What else did she get?

It was agreed

that in addition
to guaranteeing

the safe departure
from the island

of her
and all her people...

that we would retrieve
and surrender to her

the cache of gems
remaining from the Urca gold.

It guarantees
a quick victory

to a fight
we'd otherwise be far
from guaranteed to win.

Guaranteed?

When is anything
ever...?

And you agreed to this?
I didn't agree
to anything.

The offer was
put to Captain Flint.
He had little time to decide.

I trust his judgment.

They're right
in our path.

What do you
want to do?

I have this.

What the hell is this?

Um, Mrs. Rogers has asked me
to relay a message that is
of the utmost importance.

I should certainly
hope it is.

She intends to
surrender her position.
What?

She has negotiated
an arrangement with
Captain Flint

in which he will
pay for this surrender
with a stolen cache of gems

to secure
your future together.

She asks
that you withdraw

to allow for
this transaction to proceed,

retire to Port Royal
for a fortnight

and await her arrival.

If she has not arrived--
Someone clear
that launch.

Mr. Molin, get us underway.
We proceed. Prepare to make
our landing.

- Clear away that launch!
- My lord.

Prepare for landing!

Is the governor
still approaching?

He is, ma'am.

If I wanted to fire
a warning shot,

how close would I have to aim
for it to be effective?

How close?

I'm not interested
in holing his ship,

but need him to understand
that I am committed to this.

What's the distance
to his ship?

What's the distance
to the governor's ship?

1,200 yards,
approximately.

Closing.

I'd lead her
by two ship lengths.

Continue our approach.

Again, please.

Ma'am.

Again, please.

Reload.

I beg your pardon,
my lord,

but she demanded
that I relay what follows--

her words precisely--

in spite of any protest
you offered.

She says she knows
that you will be angry

and that this will be hard
for you to understand...

...but she said...

She said you should trust
that her commitment to you

remains inviolable...

and that
this is no betrayal...

but an act of love.

And an act she is determined
to see through to its end.

Mr. Molin.

Come hard to starboard
and make your course
north-nor'-west.

Sir?
Stand down
the gun crews.

- Hard to starboard.
- Set course north-nor'-west.

Stand down
the gun crews.

Set course
for north-northwest.

Thank you.

*

Are you all right?

I am.

What happened?

I heard the governor
took Captain Teach's ship

and threatened
an invasion.

Why now
does he sail away?

Flint just agreed
to trade the cache

in exchange for
a complete surrender.

To trade it?

All of it?
All of it.

The money that was
to be our treasury

upon which the viability
of this entire enterprise
was premised.

If this bargain consummates,
it will be gone.

So much to give up.

But I think he made
the right decision.

Controlling Nassau
without the cache will
be a challenge,

but one I don't think
can be avoided.

You're kidding me!

No.

Are you kidding me?

You did not see what I saw
at the Underhill estate.

There has been immeasurable,
unspeakable suffering
on this island

as a result
of Billy's actions.

Whatever trust
may have been

between the slaves here
and our alliance is gone.

This enterprise is
on the verge of collapse

and it cannot
withstand a fight against
the governor's men right now.

What price
can be too high
to prevent it?

Drastic measures
will need to be taken

of which, I'm afraid,
this will only be the first.

What is that
supposed to mean?

The damage done
to this alliance
was caused by Billy.

It may be that the only way
to repair this damage

is to remove
that which caused it.

Remove him?

It will be the only way
to regain the trust

of those slave communities
uncertain about what this
alliance stands for.

And you know
as well as I

Billy cannot exist alongside
Captain Flint for long.

Sooner or later,
one or the other must go.

If we win Nassau
even through surrender,

we are still
going to have to control it.

Without the resources
afforded by the cache

or the force supplied
by Billy and his men,

how the fuck do you imagine
we're going to do that?

We will struggle
through it,

train men,
gain strength
through numbers,

hunt for that
which we need.

It will be difficult.

But since when did we expect
this would be anything else?

What?

Jesus.

You sound
exactly like him.

Why is this a problem?

Where are you going?

I have a siege to manage,
for which I'm going to need
Billy's help.

Wait!

Billy
was your friend.

This is not
easy for me,

but I know
it is harder for you.

Please.

Don't forget
that I know that.

I haven't.

If this goes away,

Flint's war,

if it all ended
and we had to walk
away from it...

Walk away?

...would I be
enough for you?

Uh, you know what?
You don't have
to answer that.

We'll send Kofi
to retrieve the cache.

Your mother
will trust him.

No news
from outside the walls?

A ketch was seen departing
the day before last.

We were told it was sent
to retrieve the cache,

but since then,
nothing.

He's dead, isn't he?

Mr. Scott.

Were you with him?

I've heard about his role
amongst your maroon allies.

Were you with him
before he died?

I was.

I've been told
that he departed the island
before all of this started.

That he killed two soldiers
in the process.

Everyone assumed
he'd turned,

that somehow one of you
had turned him,

but that isn't
what happened, is it?

No, it isn't.

For how long had he been
secretly aiding them?

He began, he said,
after the Spanish raid.

Did he say
why he did it?

He told me that he feared
for the safety of his wife
and his daughter,

so he had them transported
to a place they'd be safe.

They weren't killed
in the raid?

Are they still alive?

Yes, they are.

For so long,
I thought I knew
what I was.

A daughter
who usurped her father.

A woman who
had taken control
of a wild place.

Scott was proof of that.

The one who saw me
that way, too,

who substantiated it.

And all that time,
all he saw was a girl
so ambitious...

she would never
doubt his story.

So, she would continue
to play the part.

Draw everyone's attention
away from himself.

You did do
all those things.

I know I did.

But always
with a man behind me

doing his damnedest
to bend it all to
his benefit.

My father, Scott,
Charles, you.

So many
goddamn men here.

Too many
goddamn men here.

Woodes Rogers.

He's really so different
from the rest of us?

There's very little
I wouldn't do to
protect my wife.

Of course, my lord.

I had concerns when
we first arrived in Nassau,

and I told her
as much...

that the instincts
that had allowed her
to survive for so long there,

to thrive there,

would eventually
return.

And that when they did,
it would cause conflict
between us.

I don't believe that's
what's happened, my lord.

You don't?

She's done this
out of devotion to you.

There's no doubt
in my mind about that.

No, I don't
doubt it either.

I know she has
no love for Flint

nor any sympathy
for his cause.

I fear the instincts
that have awoken in her

are more insidious
than that.

She has begun
to believe again

that disorder in Nassau
is inevitable,

that civilization
is powerless,

either through
lack of will

or capacity
to do anything about it.

Civilization

has a number of faces.

To think them
all powerless

to alter
Nassau's future...

is a terrible mistake.

Yes?

Harbor patrol
is deploying.

We've arrived.

Harbor patrol?

My lord,
where are we?

There is very little
I wouldn't do to
protect my wife.

What the hell
have you done?

If the British Empire
will not aid us in fighting
our present enemy,

perhaps a different
empire will.

Strike our colors.

Raise the white flag
and make a course to
enter the harbor.

Strike our colors!

Raise the white flag!

- Strike our colors!
- Raise the white flag!

*

If they fire on us...

we'll be sunk before
we get our gunports open.

They won't
fire on us.

I beg
your pardon, sir,

but we're at war.

Why wouldn't they?

The most recognizable
British governor
in the New World

is attempting to sail
a man-of-war

requesting parley
into the port of Havana.

If you were them,

wouldn't you
want to know why?

Your contact?

Juan Antonio Grandal.

Colonial Intelligence.

Atención!

Descansen!

That's the Walrus.

Everything we've put
that ship through...

and she just
refuses to die.

It's fucking
unnatural.

They'll all
follow you.

You know that,
don't you?

Flint thinks
these people would run

when confronted
by the governor's men.

He's so convinced they won't
stand behind you and fight,

he's ready
to hand over the cache
to avoid the outcome.

And he's wrong.

You're exactly
what I hoped you'd be.

A rational man
to lead Nassau.

That's the first
in recent memory.

And one that they'd
allow them to lead them
into a rational future--

This doesn't
have anything to do
with reason, and you know it.

You want them
following me

only to the extent that
I, in turn, will follow you.

I'm a convenience
designed to aid you
in ruling over Nassau

with the same
uncompromising grip
you'd vilify from Flint.

If I choose
to side with him,

trade the cache
for the fort and his life,

are you
honestly suggesting
you'd let it happen?

That you wouldn't
use your men

to force a scenario
by which he ends up dead?

I'm not gonna
stand by and watch

while all our futures
are destroyed.

No.

But perhaps
it's worth focusing
on how hard I'm working

to persuade you
not to make that decision.

I would far, far
rather do this with you
than against you.

And I have faith you can see
what is abundantly clear here.

We have Nassau.

We have a ship with which
to hunt and acquire more.

And when that cache arrives,
we will have the money
to govern it all.

We made a deal, Billy.

We gave our word to Madi,
her mother, their people

that we were all
committed to the same war.

That's Flint's deal,
not mine.

And not yours.

Their people need
a place to call home?

Here it is.

And we are contemplating
throwing it away

to continue a war
that, sooner or later,
is guaranteed to end in defeat.

You know I'm right.

You know I'm right.

Slow them down.

The sooner
that ship's afloat,

the sooner
they'll all want to hunt,

and we need them
on the beach.

Consider it done.

I would like
to be alone.

All right.

You'd like
to be a part of this?

What would you do?

Sooner or later, that cache
is going to arrive,

and there'll be
no more delaying.

I'm committed to Flint.

I'm committed to Madi.

Yet the road
they intend to travel

is one I'm losing
the ability to understand.

And I know what Billy's
done-- what should be
unforgivable--

and yet
till so very recently,

there's no one in the world
I'd called a closer friend.

The more he talks,
the more I remember why.

To turn him in now,

to have him killed--
which is what it would take
to side with Flint...

seems like something

I don't know
I have it in me to do.

You don't know, hmm?

You don't know?

Why should I follow you
if you don't know?

Why would anyone?

I don't give a shit
what goes on in there.

Fuck Flint.
Don't fuck Flint.

Fuck Billy.
Don't fuck Billy.

I don't give a shit
what you choose,

but fucking choose!

And don't make me
suffer the thinking.

Worry ain't a good look
for a king,

not in a kingdom
like this

where loyalty
is in short supply.

Did you counsel him
to come here?
No.

But the urgency
of his situation
demanded it.

It was a mistake.

*

Inglés?

I think you know
who I am.

I think you know
what I am.

You and I are enemies
as our kings are at war
with one another.

But their war...

right now their war
is meaningless to me.

I came to Nassau
before it began to
foster commerce,

and toward that end,
to combat piracy,
to defeat it.

That was my war.

And I had that victory
within my reach.

I had it.

But my enemy has
remade itself since then,

made allies with
an army of maroons,

and has now dedicated itself to
disorder of the grandest scale.

Inciting others--
slaves, sailors,

wage laborers alike--

to join their fight
and give their lives

to destroy
the civilized world.

Labor fuels commerce

and commerce
fuels security.

If these people
are successful in
compromising the first,

there is
no end to the damage
they can cause the rest.

In this war...

you and I have far more
that unites our interests

than separates them.

For if Nassau falls,

if it becomes
a dark symbol

of what mayhem
these men can unleash,

a rallying cry
that might be heard
throughout the New World...

how long
before these same men
turn their eyes to Cuba?

To your plantations
and your ships?

How long before
Spanish slaves are
emboldened by it

and set their eyes
on you?

When you are forced
to write to King Philip,

begging his assistance

in staving off the army
of slaves and pirates
on your doorstep...

would you not wish
in that moment

that you had
this one back

when it was possible
to kill this monster
in its cradle...

cheap and quick
and quiet?

I had a younger
brother once.

Simón.

He was a midshipman

aboard A Nuestra Señora
de la Encarnación.

Beneath a flag of surrender,
he was butchered.

And I'm told

you likely
wielded the sword

personally.

Am I misinformed?

No.

You are not my enemy

because my king
tells me so.

Don't insult me
by suggesting otherwise.

If the situation in Nassau
is as you say it is,

why are you here?

Why are you not
in Williamsburg or Kingston

seeking help
from your own?

I've tried.

They won't listen.

Maybe because they care more
about the war against Spain
than I do.

Maybe because this just
isn't as personal to them

as it is for me
or for you.

This is personal to me?

Of course it is.

The pirates offered me
a cache of stolen gems

to persuade me
to surrender.

The cache of gems
representing the last
remaining share

of the Urca plunder.

They're paying
for their war with
your money.

What is it you think
will come from this?

You think I'll commit men
and sail with you?

To fight an insurgency
on your territory,

force my men to decipher
friend from enemy

amongst that sort
of confusion?

My friends
are all besieged
within Fort Nassau.

My wife is there.

I'd beg you
to spare them,

avoid the fort
entirely.

And in exchange,

the fort will offer
no resistance to
your landing.

And once you land,

once you are past
the fort...

I envision
no confusion.

You needn't
decipher anything.

I'd simply ask
that you burn it all
to the ground.

*

A ship was spotted
on the horizon,

approaching
the rendezvous beach
from the south

and flying no colors.

Kofi and his men
are returning.

The wind is dying out.

The cache will be on the sand
in a few hours, at most.

Who knows
they've arrived?

So far?

Him, you, and I.
That's it.

But sooner or later,
people are going to know.

And we're gonna have to
give them instructions

about what happens
to that cache once it lands.

There's no more
putting off a decision.

Giving up that money
is an impossibility.

Flint will just keep pushing
for these things,

costly things that we pay for
with our own suffering,

with our own lives.

You know this.

You've always
known this.

Sooner or later,
it has to end.

You send word to the fort
and tell them it's here.

Arrange for them to come out.
I'll have men waiting there.

I'll end it quickly.

All you have to do
is look the other way.

I don't want it happening
in full view of that beach.

Yeah.

What was that?

*

It's arrived.

The cache?

What else does it say?

It's across the island.

Mr. Silver insists
that we exit through
the northwest tunnel

where we'll
be escorted over land
to the southern coast.

Transport
will meet us there.

This wasn't
part of the deal.

Sailing a fortune in jewels
into that harbor

in full view
of a beach filled
with enraged pirates,

you can understand
his reluctance.

This way, there will be
far less risk

of anyone disturbing
the exchange.

I saw his face
when you accepted this deal,
and I imagine you did, too.

If there is anyone
on that beach

with a desire to disrupt
this exchange,

I'm concerned Mr. Silver
may be first among them.

I'm not concerned.

Lieutenant Utley.

Select six of your men
to escort us.

Mr. Soames is in charge
until I return.

*

The men are all
in position?

They are.

About a dozen of them
beyond that tree line.

Once Silver
gives the signal,

they'll close in.

*

They'll have
soldiers with them.

Tell Silver it's important
we wait until they've all
cleared the tunnel

before we make
any kind of move.

When the time comes,

I don't want anyone else
touching Flint.

I'll handle it.

This isn't right.

All those men out there,
you and I have fought
alongside.

I can't believe
I'm the only one
who knows this isn't right.

You built all of this.

The resistance.

It wouldn't have worked
without you.

But part of what you built,
it worked too well.

Long John Silver.

All he had to do
was open his mouth,

say your name,

and everyone listened.

What was it
that he said about me?

He said the reason
Flint's fleet

never got warning
of the barricade
in the harbor

wasn't because
Mr. Featherstone
didn't relay it...

wasn't because Max
intercepted it.

He said it was
because you never
sent it in the first place.

And they all
believed him.

But I don't think anyone
actually believed it.

You weren't indicted
based on the facts,

or our suspicions
or your motives.

He just said it.

Only, no one had
the balls to defy him.

I told them

I should be
the one to do it.

If it was
gonna happen,

Thought it should be
a friend.

But fuck it.

I won't do it.

You've all
forgotten your oaths.

They were given
to this man

when that man
was just a fiction.

To hell with all of you
who can't tell the difference!

To hell
with all of you!

Stop!

Take him
to the Underhill estate.

Do it.

Captain?

Is the cache
on the sand yet?

The cache isn't here.

What the fuck is this?

I don't know.

Stand down.
Just wait!

What are you doing here?

We escaped
the governor's men.

Came back
to rejoin the fight,

but didn't know
if the harbor was
safe to enter.

What are you doing here?

*

You want to trade it?

You want to trade
the cache, my cache?

It was the only way
we could avoid a fight we were
more than likely to lose.

And it guarantees us
control of the island
today and for certain.

All it guarantees
is we no longer
have the cache

that we all agreed
was critical.

And who decided this?

You and Mr. Silver?

Ah.

It won't work.
It's done.

It's already agreed to.

She agreed to it.

Her people agreed.

You've agreed.

But it's all
meaningless

unless and until
he agrees.

Woodes Rogers.

He left the island
for Port Royal
as she asked

to await her arrival
with the money.

He's already
agreed to it.

No, he hasn't.

What is it?

What do you see
out there?

*

I watched him
defeat Edward Teach
in battle...

outnumbered

and through
sheer force of will.

I saw his bloodlust
with my own eyes.

That man will never
surrender his position here.

He will never allow himself
to be defeated by you or I.

Not because
we bribed him,

not because
Eleanor Guthrie
told him so.

He simply will not
allow it to happen.

I don't know
where that man went

or what designs
drew him there,

but this I know--

Woodes Rogers
will be returning...

and this fight
isn't nearly over.