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Lend us your help
and we will do whatever
must be done

to move Nassau forward.

She agreed.
Madam Guthrie.

Everything we want
for Nassau.

But Flint--
she wants him dead
and she wants me to do it.

They all turned on me,
and I want them all
to pay for it.

I tried once,
but I didn't possess
the instrument to make it work.

You do.
Nothing justifies
trading her life for your war.

No one is saying
that we let her die.

You cannot
guarantee that--
We will sail to Nassau.

We will find her
and we will bring her home.

You're confident in his plan
maybe because it's a good plan.

But maybe you'll have to
show him that you're prepared
for the failure

and that a treasure
he wanted left in the ground...

ain't in the ground
no more.

*

*

Seemed only fair
that I remind you that
our fates are now linked.

If this plan
to secure the cache
ends badly for me,

you can be certain
it will end badly for you.

It was where I said
it would be, was it?

That's how close
Mr. Gates was
to Flint.

Stored his most prized
possessions in his cellar.

Avery's journals.

Despite
that measure of trust,

all it took
was a disagreement
over a little money

for Flint to kill him.

There are no two people
close enough

that something
cannot separate them.

Some point at which
they were never fully
connected to begin with.

It happened
with Gates and Flint.

It will happen
with Flint and Silver.

This plan will work.

You want the exchange
of the money to happen
off this island,

somewhere no one
need know of it.

There it is.

You'll
lead them there

and they will
follow you.

*

Kofi and his men
are on their way to Nassau.

What happens
after this?

They'll use
resistance routes

to evade detection
by the governor's soldiers.

They're probably already
nearing town by now.

They'll find
friends there,

discover through them
where Madi is being held,

and be back to the beach
for us to recover by morning.

Once we know
where she is,

we'll move to get her
out of there.

What happens
after all of it?

Assume your plan
succeeds

and we
retrieve her alive.

Assume your war
begins...

spreads throughout
the New World.

I saw what came of Nassau
when it was touched by it.

In the first instant,

it was deprived of
Eleanor Guthrie's commerce

or Jack Rackham's
prosperity

or Woodes Rogers'
oppression.

There's nothing
in Nassau but horror.

You said it was
just a transition.

That something better
lay beyond it,

something meaningful.

But what if
that isn't so?

What if the result of this war
isn't beyond the horror?

What if it is
the horror itself?

Have you given this
any thought at all?

If we are to truly
reach a moment

where we might be
finished with England...

clear the way to make room
for something else...

there most certainly lies
a dark moment between
here and there.

A moment of terror

where everything appears
to be without hope.

I know this.

But I cannot believe that
that is all there is.

I cannot believe we are
so poorly made as that.

Incapable of surviving
in the state to which
we are born.

Grown so used to the yoke
that there can be no
progress without it.

It's a lot to ask...

to wager
so much suffering
on blind faith.

Well, it isn't
entirely faith.

We'll have the right people
in place to lead us through it

and hold the world together
while it finds its balance.

You think so much
of what you and I
can accomplish together.

You and her.

You and Madi.

She's as wise
as her father.

She's as strong
as her mother.

There isn't a man
or woman in Nassau

who'd argue that she isn't
the best of them all.

The cache is
critical to our war,
but so is she.

Critical to holding
our alliance together.

We absolutely
must get her back alive.

And you think
I'm the one best suited

to lead our people
through this?

I think that you are
the best of us.

The two of you together
are the world in balance.

For all the damage Billy's done,
at least he got that right.

Better.

Sorry I was not here
to do this yesterday.

The meetings with
Madam Guthrie and her man
grow longer every day.

I believe I am
gaining her trust.

I believe
I have persuaded them
our proposal is sound,

and still
the questions continue.

But I feel as though
something is coming,

a moment in which
this will cease
to be our idea

and become her own.

If I am able
to reach that moment

and emerge from it
a true partner to her,

if Jack is able to fulfill
his end of the bargain,

I am beginning to see
a future for us in which...

Why are you doing this?

Talking about us
like it's a thing?

A future?

I don't know
who broke it first.

But it broke.

And there ain't
no putting it back
together again.

Are you all right?

Is there
something you need?

Yeah.

There is.

They waited an hour
before disbanding.

Evidently, that is the lifespan
of "the governor is on his way"

as a viable measure
of delay.

The solution to our problems
is not going to come from
a council meeting.

They are losing
faith in you.

They see the problems we face
in rebuilding this colony,

the dangers if we fail.

And they are
growing more and more
skeptical by the day

that you have anything
in the way of a solution.

My fear is
it's worse than that.

My fear is
they will learn what
your solution actually is.

I know you intend to
ransom away that slave woman

to Captain Flint
and his maroon allies

in exchange
for the pirates'
cache of gems.

As brazenly as you pursued
this bargain,

did you really believe
that no one would find out
about it,

that I wouldn't find out?

My wife made the bargain
for the cache, Mr. Soames.

All I'm going to do
is collect.

The pirates
are gone, sir.

The threat that
they presented us
is done!

The threat
the pirates present
has never been greater.

Their intent is to cause
terror and destruction

until civilization
simply ceases to function.

The threat will not--
The defense of civilization
is not your responsibility, sir!

Your duty is to restore
stable profits to Nassau.

And the men charged
to follow you to that end

are already questioning
their trust in you.

If they see pirates
return here,

if they see skirmishes
begin again on this island

and they know
that it was because
you invited it...

then you are going to have
a mutiny on your hands, sir.

*

"I fear for
my husband's safety

"from men I've long
called enemies,

"from men I once
called friends.

"I will move
heaven and earth
to protect him,

but while playing this role,
the limits of my influence
are ever-present."

I was just
packing everything away
as you asked, my lord.

Ready my things.

I sail at first light.

*

She must've
slipped in behind us
during the night.

She's already
at anchor.

Looks like she's been
waiting for us.

It looks like she knew
where to wait for us.

Jesus Christ!
On their rail!

He caught them.

How's that possible?
Overnight?

All up on deck!

*

Back the fore-topsails.
Bring us about.

Back the fore-topsails!
Gun crews at the ready!

Bring us about!
What are you doing?

We bring our guns to bear,
he'll think twice about
killing her.

Belay that order!

Belay that order!

Go get it.
Bring it up here
right now.

Go get what?

What did you
bring with us?

Your plan failed.
We're moving onto my plan.

Do not repeat your order.

Do not think about it.

Bring it up here.

Get it
where they can see it.

Signal him.

Go!

Signal the Eurydice.

Do it now!

Strike the bell!

Open it.

- He's hauling up the anchor.
- Where the fuck is he going?

Wherever he's going,
we follow him.

This should be good.

What is it I can do
for our lord governor?

I don't come on behalf
of the governor, ma'am.

You are Governor Rogers'
woman, are you not?

I am, which is why
I believe you and I
may be able to help each other.

Really, ma'am,
someplace private
may be more appropriate.

Privacy always comes
with a price, dear.

Let's see what it is
you have to say first,
shall we?

I'm sure
you would, yeah.

The governor moves in a dark
and destructive direction.

His grief
and his anger...

I believe,
have unmoored him
from sound judgment

and have left us
all in grave danger
if he is not reined in.

You've noticed this,
have you?

You were excluded
from the council.

On the outside
of its goings-on.

I don't know
what information
you were privy to--

I appreciate
your concern.

Come back
when you like.

I may be able to help you
get back inside.

Back on the council?

Go on.

I found a journal
Eleanor kept.

In it, she mentioned that
when Nassau last threatened
to descend into chaos...

you were the one
to whom she turned
to help prevent it.

The men surrounding
the governor

now have all failed
to challenge him in
any meaningful way.

I am hoping that
if I could provide you

with information
from inside his office...

it might help you
maneuver your way
back onto the council.

That sounds an awful lot
like treason to me.

And what exactly,
aside from good government,

do you hope to gain
from this, hmm?

Eleanor promised me
passage to London.

A release
from my service,

that I might
return home.

If I help you...

will you help me?

*

When you asked me
if I could help you learn

where the governor's
ship went...

to what place he drew
Captain Flint,

I thought it unlikely
I could be of much help.

But you will never believe
what just walked
through my door.

Is that not it?
What?

We don't seem to be
preparing for a landing.

Is that not
our destination ahead?

No, it isn't.

It's a waypoint.

Two features on that island
are the markers.

Maybe two mountain peaks
or some points along
the coast.

You run a line through them,
and that direction becomes

the course
the governor will set to reach
our final destination.

How do you know that?

I don't understand.

If the governor knows
our destination,

why can't he just
plot a course directly
to a spot on the chart?

Because Skeleton Island
is not on any chart,

not on any civilized one,
at any rate.

Remote.

Well outside any
established trade route.

It's been used
from time to time

for transactions
neither party wished
would ever be acknowledged.

Of course I love her.

I let you
try it your way!

I did trust you.

But I'm through wagering
with her life now.

If what it takes
to secure her release
is to turn over the cache,

I'm very glad
I brought it with us.

We had it.

We had it
in our hands.

This war was breathing air,
it was alive.

Now Julius
is back in that camp,

pointing to a hole
in the ground,

telling anyone
who will listen,

"This is what it looks like
when you trust a pirate."

Yesterday,
he had nothing.

He was shouting
at the rain.

Now you've given him
all he needs to kill
this war dead.

My God.

The number of times
I have followed you blindly,

backed you
with the men blindly,

put men
in the fucking ground--

good men, friends--
because you said,
"I know the way.

Don't ask me how.

Just do as I say."

I may not have understood it,
I may not have supported it,

but I did it!

And God damn it,
right now you're going
to return the favor!

We will find a way
to put it all back together

with whatever we have left
at our disposal.

But do not ask me to choose
between a war and a wife.

I do not think you're
going to like the answer.

Whatever must be done
to secure Madi's release,

I'm going to do it.

I do not expect
your understanding,

but I demand
your support.

As my partner,

as my friend.

Do I have it?

Do I have it?

Yes.

*

I got what you asked.

These are
the ships either in port
or soon expected to be

and willing
to accept passengers.

You really intend
to leave...

whether Jack
returns alive or not?

Jack will return.

Jack went to hunt
Captain Flint.

Chances are good
you've seen the last of him.

You killed
a friend of mine.

Her name was Charlotte...

and you did it
for reasons that
had nothing to do with her.

There were men I knew that
would've killed you for me.

I wanted to ask them.

Had the money.

But Max refused.

I couldn't tell then
if it was because she was
afraid of you.

I wouldn't
have blamed her.

I was.

Or if it was
something else.

But I respected
her wishes.

Obeyed when
she said we'd protect you
despite what you'd done.

Do you know why?

Because despite
the world reminding her
every day of her life

that she's undeserving
of being given anything by it,

that she was unworthy of
what little she'd managed
to take from it...

despite all of that,

she never believed
a word of it.

That woman
has been the fighting
the whole goddamn world

since the day
she was born.

She's a breath away
from winning that fight.

For whatever reason,

she wants to share
the spoils with you.

And you'd walk away.

You killed my friend.

I wanted you
to know that.

*

We are not going
to Mr. Grace's library.

I understood there was
someone you wanted me
to meet there today.

Has something changed?

Walk with me.

Those are the pirates.

They've inhabited
the east bank,

across from
Springett Island for years.

The governor promises
this is the year he'll
chase them off,

but there they are.

Seven major shipping concerns
in the city here.

In less than 10 years,
more goods will move
through here

than any
English-speaking port
outside London.

There will be
civilization here.

Where will the pirates be?

On the east bank,
across from Springett Island.

Why?

Because
the shipping concern

charges a premium for the risk
the pirates present.

I assume the governor, too,
profits from this.

There is theft,
but everyone benefits.

Why would anyone
want to end it?

How well did you know
my granddaughter?

I knew her well.

Was she happy?

Happy?

There are things
I know about Nassau,

about her.

There are things that
are harder to know
across an ocean.

I honestly do not know.

Her grandfather
disowned her some time ago,

assumed she'd simply
become one with the wild men.

When the trial began

and Guthrie became
a contemptible name
to utter in London,

didn't help matters.

But I held out hope
from the beginning.

A fantasy that despite
what we'd heard of her,

she was learning,
growing.

And that someday,
she'd seek me out and...

a woman who reminded me
of myself when I was younger
would arrive in Boston

and I'd walk
the Charles with her

and teach her
the things a woman
can do in this world.

It's the wrong river
and the wrong woman,

but perhaps to
get even this close
to a fantasy is something.

So, let us assume that
we're past conversations
about ledgers

and that the measuring of you
and your proposal are done

and that we are partners
in a venture

to acquire
and reform Nassau.

So, now all that's left
to know about this venture

is who is going
to lead it.

*

Edward Houghton.

The only male heir
to his family's banking
operation.

Supremely uncurious,

bordering on dim,
but fundamentally decent.

The investments he's overseen
have shown modest gains at best

and losses
more frequently.

This is not the man
you would like to put
in charge of Nassau.

I'd like to put you
in charge of Nassau.

But on this particular issue,
the world won't much care
for what I'd like.

And of the men available,
this one has merits.

His family would be
relieved beyond measure

that he'd found himself
a future far away from
their business.

He'd come with money,

he'd open doors
to new partners...

and he'd be most amenable
to doing whatever else
you told him to do.

You think he would
listen to me as an advisor?

You think he would
listen to me as a wife.

I suppose
it needn't be him.

But to have
the kind of control
you will need to have,

there will need to be
someone occupying the role,

and that someone solves
a number of problems
all at once.

Money,
limited ambition...

and reform-minded
parents

who would find your story
most intriguing.

In terms of
your obligations to him,

there are plenty of ways
for a man like that

to retain satisfaction
in a place like Nassau

with little
or no participation
from you.

You'd likely retain
as much freedom

in that regard
as you desired.

To rise
from where you began

to where you now stand,

I cannot imagine
the road you've traveled.

The humiliations

and the sacrifices

and the defeats...

and the illusions
maintained

at so great a cost
to your sense of self.

But that road
has led you to me.

I am the gate
through which your journey
becomes something else.

I can make the dreams
you have built real.

The toll is small,
but it must be paid.

Tell me you're ready
to pay it...

and you and I
will walk downstairs,

I will
introduce you to him,

and-- as I imagine,
you'll have no difficulty
taking things from there.

Our partnership
may move forward
fully formed.

Are you ready to do it?

*

That is a very old man.

The governor's woman
overheard his ship was
bound for Skeleton Island.

That man, I have it
on good authority,

is the last man on this island
once sailed with Avery.

Claims to have been
to Skeleton Island

and can show us the way.

And you believe
he can do it?

Two possible outcomes
as far as I can tell.

One, he fails,

in which case
we sail around
till we tire of it,

then go back to the camp.

Or two,

by some miracle,
he actually succeeds
in getting us there.

And I can't tell
which of the two
is of more concern.

What does that mean?

Killing Flint
was already going to be
a near impossible feat.

Now we need
to evade the governor
and his soldiers as well.

Wouldn't it make
a whole lot more sense

to just wait for the governor
to kill him for us?

If Woodes Rogers
secures that cache,

he secures
his position here
as well.

Negates our plan
to see him removed.

He wins.

Yeah, but--
Everything we need
is on that island.

Flint, Rogers,

and my cache of gems.

If that very old man
over there can get us there...

why are we
still standing here?

If you leave him alive
long enough,

he's going to
make you pay for it.

He won't move against me.

This will pass.

And that's the end
of this conversation.

So many lies

to deny a simple truth.

What?

The crown
does not divide.

It cannot be shared.

You know it.
You want it done.

You just don't know
how to ask yet.

Hear me very clearly.

There is no hidden message
and no equivocation.

You will make
no move against him.

You will not speak
of doing so

to any man on this crew
nor to me again.

Do it and you'll
answer for it.

Fuck you doing out here?

It's a fucking mess out here.
Come inside.

Or don't.

I don't care.

It happened.

She has committed
to the plan, to me.

The moment we have
been working towards
since we arrived...

it happened.

That's good news.

So, why do you
look like that?

I told her
I could not agree to it.

You told her no?

She needs for there to be
a man in the governor's office,
not Jack.

A man of her choosing,
and she wants me
to be his wife.

His wife?!

In name only and for
appearance's sake,
nothing more.

The power
would rest with us.

Just for appearance?

And you said no?

Why would you do that?

I remember when
I first met Eleanor,

how stunned I was.

A woman who spoke
the way she did,

who had no fear of the world
or the men who reigned over it.

When I became her lover,
I watched the decisions
she made...

and resolved
to learn from them.

When I became her rival,
I watched the mistakes
she made

and resolved
never to repeat them.

But at the end,

when I felt I had
surpassed her in every way,

it seemed as though
there was something she was
still trying to say to me.

Surrendering everything
she had sacrificed
so dearly for,

because it would have
come at the expense of
the one she loved.

She was trying to tell me,
I just could not hear her,

about what is
truly important.

I said no
to Marion Guthrie's plan...

despite having
no alternative

and at the risk of losing
the entire endeavor

because I refuse
to situate a man
in a position

where he might
interfere one day

with my ability
to repair things with you.

You are the bravest person
I have ever known.

The truest person
I have ever known.

And I betrayed you
and it sickens me.

I am so sorry
for working so hard
to protect the wrong things.

For failing to see that
there is nothing important

that does not
include you.

*

The story,
as it was recounted to me,

is that Avery was
the first Englishman
to find the island.

The Spanish had been
using it to conduct illicit
transactions for decades.

Avery plans to lie
in wait for them.

He and his crew
of 44 arrive

and sail inland.

*

But as they move
up the inlet,

they see something
most unexpected.

She was Spanish,

but not one of the ships
they'd been hunting.

This ship had been there
far longer than that.

Captain's log identifies her
having set sail

from Havana in 1636.

31 souls aboard.

Avery finds
the remains of all 31.

Slaughtered.

Brutally so.

Evidence that
a number of them

had been dismembered
while still alive.

There were natives
on the island?

All 31 bodies were found
still on the ship,

locked inside the hull.

Locked from within.

They ate
each other alive.

Avery claimed
to have seen the log.

It said that the crew
had refused to go inland

to forage for food
or fresh water.

That the first men in
had returned,

reporting sounds
coming from the forest.

The men said
it sounded to them
like the voice of God...

...warning them
to stay away.

*

It's an open question
how much of the story
Avery invented.

But what is
undeniably true

is how undeniably effective
that story has been

in achieving a result.

Captain...

It's no accident
that Billy chose it.

A place likely
to put us all
out of balance,

where our imaginations
might run wild

and our darkest
impulses

somehow made far more
difficult to resist.

If we are to survive
this experience...

if our cause
is to survive,

some of us must find a way
to keep our wits about us

on behalf
of those who cannot.

See the truth
ahead of us

through the fear
and the haze.

Mr. Silver, I fear,

is compromised
in this regard.

At this moment...

I find myself in need
of a new partner.

*

I knew
it would come to this.

I tried to tell him.

We fight,

only two outcomes
I can see--

I die or you die.

Either way,
he's gonna take me
to blame for it.

That's how far you've
burrowed into his head.

He won't
put you out of it

until he sees you
for what you are.

Go.

*

Do you see it now?

Do you see it?

Prepare a launch.

Captain Flint
killed one of my men

and managed to haul
the cache to shore.

I came in the hopes

my presence
might buy us some time

before you reacted
to this news...

and until I am able
to remedy the situation.

What sort
of remedy is that?

I sent six
of my men after him.

The best men I have left.

Their orders,
in no uncertain terms,

are to track
Captain Flint

and retrieve the cache.

There was another order...

wasn't there?

Yes.

What else did you
tell them to do?

*

I instructed them
to kill Captain Flint.