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So, let us assume
that the measuring of you
and your proposal are done

and that
we are partners

in a venture to acquire
and reform Nassau.

Jack went to hunt
Captain Flint.

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

When Anne was
recruiting spies
in Port Royal,

she met a man with an estate
in the wilderness.

This man found it profitable
to offer his services
to wealthy families

with a need
to make troublesome
family members disappear.

What families?

Flint doesn't need
to get far.

All he needs is to bury
that gold somewhere unknown
and he's won.

Accept the treaty
and John Silver lives.

This war, it will not be
bargained away to avoid a fight.

Even if you
could kill me, how are you
going to explain it to her?

She believes in this.

If it costs a war to save her,
you'll have lost her anyway.

Even you cannot
construct a story to
make her forgive you that.

Is this war more important
than her life?

Answer the question.

I wanna hear you say it.

What's to be done
with the unwanted ones?

The men who do not fit,

whom civilization
must prune from the vine

to protect its sense
of itself.

Every culture
since earliest antiquity
has survived this way,

defining itself
by the things it excludes.

So long as
there is progress,

there will always be
human debris in its wake,

on the outside
looking in.

And sooner or later,

one must answer
the question--

what becomes of them?

In London,

the solution
is to call them criminals.

To throw them
in a deep, dark hole

and hope
it never runs over.

I would argue that justice
demands we do better than that.

That a civilization is judged
not by who it excludes,

but by how it treats
the excluded.

That is not
what I asked.

Many of them men
incarcerated here
have enemies, sir.

Such is the nature
of being anathema
to the empire.

And the only way
I can protect them

is to ensure that once
they walk through these gates,

their anonymity
is protected, too.

Here, they must cease to be
to be able to find peace.

I already said
I'm not an enemy of his,
nor is the man who sent me.

Yes, and I believe you
when you say it.

But still--
Do you know where
I come from, sir?

No, I don't.
I come from Nassau.

My name
is Tom Morgan.

I come on behalf
of Long John Silver.

Have you heard of him?

Yes, of course.

Good.

Then I ask you again
and for the last time,

is the prisoner
we are looking for here

or isn't he?

*

Come on!

Come on!

Ready, set.

Come up.

Quick!
Get to cover!

Get on the beach!

When we make our landing,
pass word to the men
I need Flint alive.

If he departed with the money,
he's the one who knows
its whereabouts.

What of the others,
my lord?

There are no others.

No quarter,
Mr. Utley.

- Come on, run!
- Go!

Get to cover!

Give me your hand!

Give me your hand!

- Ready to starboard!
- Starboard!

Bring her about!

Back to the ship!

*

Jesus.

Yeah.

Make ready
to take on survivors.

An hour ago,

we were upon a fool's errand
to capture Captain Flint

and find an island
that does not exist--

you're welcome for that,
by the way--

evade a ship
full of redcoats,

fight through
a ship full of pirates,

and somehow get past
Long John Silver.

I don't know
if you've noticed,

but this is considerably
better luck than you and I
have experienced lately.

And yet somehow,
I get the sense

you and I are possessed
of different instincts

as to how
to react to this.

How would you like
to react to it?

Throw him in a sack,
sail away from here,

let the Guthrie woman
and her lawyers deal
with the governor,

and be alive
come tomorrow.

He's headed
for open water.

I noticed.

He has everything
he came for?

We were at the camp.

They told me
you brought the cache
to ransom for her life.

It's in the ground.

Ashore.

I'm the only one
who knows where.

It comes out
when Madi is safe,

when the governor
is dead or captured,

and when we are ready
to return together
to the camp

to resume the war to which
we all committed ourselves.

Then and only then.

Can you live with that?

She runs or she wants room
to fight this out?

You've met the man.
What do you think?

He'll never stop until
we're all hanging
in his square.

Unless we defeat him
today, together.

Get us underway
and ready the guns.

- Make ready the guns!
- We should speak.

The three of us.

Woodes Rogers
isn't going to
receive a letter

from anyone's lawyer
informing him I've beaten him.

I'm going
to tell him so.

Jack--
I want my money back.

If it takes rescuing the girl
to get Flint to dig it up,

then, Augustus, you and I
are in the rescuing
business today.

Get us after that ship.

Well, here I am.
What exactly is on the agenda?

Where did you go?

You were to follow us
to the camp.

Your ship disappears

and then you arrive here
as though none of it happened.

Before we discuss
anything else, I wanna
know where you went.

I went to Philadelphia

to see Joseph Guthrie.

You went to see
Joseph Guthrie?

I presented him with a plan
to join our cause.

Every rebellion can use
a wealthy convert or two
early in the game.

What did he say?

He politely passed.

Anne remained
to be tended to
in the city.

Max with her.

Now that
we're all caught up,

might we agree there are
more pressing issues at hand?

Namely, what we intend
to do from here.

I intend to
assume command here,

pursue the governor,
and capture his ship whole.

Is that so?

We'll need to take her
without the use of
our great guns.

It will be technically
beyond your capacities.

Without the guns?

Why would you--
It would put Madi's life
at greater risk.

Securing her alive
is all that matters today.

Return her, him,

and the cache
back to the camp intact

along with the governor
defeated and in chains.

And news of it
will travel far and wide.

The war will be fully,

undeniably, and maybe
unstoppably underway.

Victory here today
changes everything

for everyone forever.

And it is most likely
to happen under my direction.

Do you have anything
to say about this?

He's right.

And you know it.

You people.

We need to watch him.

The governor is
the danger ahead of us.

But if he has a chance

to put knives in our backs
for the money, he'll do it.

You don't think
I know that?

What the hell is this?

You cannot honestly believe
that placating me

is going to repair
what's been broken here.

I absolutely think
that it is repairable.

And no one
is placating anyone.

Then what exactly is it
you think you're doing here?

I know
what it's like...

to have lost her.

And then seeing a way
to have her back.

I understand what
that must've felt like.

You asked me once
what I would do,

what I would sacrifice

if it meant having
Thomas back again.

I honestly don't know
what I would've done.

I honestly couldn't say
I wouldn't have done
what you did.

I told you I'd see you
through this.

Put things back together again
so that we can move forward.

I meant it.

Please know...

I was so conflicted
about all this when it began.

I knew it would be difficult
to separate them...

Flint and Silver.

They'd grown so close,

it was hard to know
where one ended

and the other began.

I worried that
the act of separating them
might destroy them both...

when what I wanted
was to remove Flint.

There was
no other way.

But the things I've done
in the pursuit of it...

were intended
to honor my oath.

But somehow,
here I am now.

What I've just done...

there's no
coming back from that.

There is no difference
between Flint and Silver now.

Or between Flint
and any of them.

They are all
enemies of mine.

Now, I believe they are
outmatched today.

I believe
at the end of the day,

there will be no more
of them left alive.

But if somehow...

they are able to
prevail today against us...

fight their way through
the British soldiers above,

through the governor,
through me...

I will ensure
that at the end of it all,

when they walk through
this final door,

there is defeat
awaiting them.

You think killing me
means defeat for them?

You will have given them
a martyr to unite them.

*

Still no sign of her.

I thought he'd try
to block us in ahead.

He's out there.

Maybe there,
ready to loose his guns
once we clear the mouth.

We should veer to starboard
as far as is possible

and be prepared
to take fire when we do.

The captain suggests Eurydice
is likely lying in wait
beyond that headland.

We should take measures
to prepare for it.

In the meantime,

why don't you tell me
what the fuck you're
actually doing here?

You presented a plan
to the Guthrie family

to bolster piracy
in Nassau...

with Max at your side?

I sincerely doubt
you'd go along with any plan

that promised support
for the account.

And from there,

my questions
only multiply.

Which is probably not a state
you want to leave me in.

A state of
multiplying questions.

I suppose that makes
two of us.

Because there is
something in the air

between you
and your friend up there.

It's just tension
between steadfast partners.

Or it's something else.

We could suffer
under the weight
of our respective questions.

Or would you like to start
trading answers?

*

Helm!

Hard to starboard!

Put the wind
on the port quarter.

Mr. Featherstone,
set the foresail

as soon
as we alter course.

What's happening?

We're gonna get hit.

My lord, shall we withdraw
in favor of a wider approach?

No.

I beg your pardon, sir,

but there are easier ways
to attempt to board her.

I do not wish
to board her.

I wish to cause
confusion and terror
amongst her men.

I wish to shatter
their spirits.

I wish to break them.

And then
I wish to board her.

Keep her main mast
aligned over the bow.

Bow guns
we fire at will.

- Fire!
- Take cover!

Helm, prepare to come hard
over to starboard.

Helm,
prepare to come hard
over to starboard!

Now!

Brace for impact!

Brace for impact!

Target the rail!

Target the rail!

Come on, men,
fire at will!

Take cover!

Stay down!

Ready the rest
of the men.

And lead them over the stern.
Board them at the helm.

The helm?

Just get them ready.

When you're onboard,
get below decks and find Madi.

Where are you going?

To turn us around.

Musket!

You.

Join the muskets
on the foremast.

Musket. Reload!

Target on the quarterdeck!

*

- We broken away!
- Yeah!

Hooks at the ready!

You load that now.

*

Come on, men!

Come on!

*

What are you doing
down here?

Are you
a fucking coward?

P-please, sir.

I'm just the cook.

You had a prisoner here.

Is she still alive?

Is she still alive?!

*

*

*

Don't worry.

No one's going
under the ship today.

Though, the thought
had crossed my mind.

No, I'm quite certain
I can do better than that.

I'll need
cutting away completely.

Time is of the essence
for what happens next.

It'll take the better part
of a day, maybe two,
to secure the chest.

Captain Rackham will ferry you
back to the camp
aboard the Lion

to relay the news.

I'd like to stay,
actually.

To help see the chest
secured properly.

Mr. Featherstone
can see her back aboard
the Eurydice.

Provided the majority
of men crewing the Lion

are ours, not yours,

and you remain on the ship
while we retrieve the chest.

Yes?

*

Let's go.

We'll rest up here.

I can keep going.

We'll rest here.

You really are
getting nimble
on that thing.

Pain is
an exceptional tutor.

Hmm.

We won't be going
any farther.

Won't we?

I won't take another step
towards that chest

until I know for certain
that I'm wrong

about what I suspect
is happening here.

I don't know what
you're talking about
Please don't do that.

And what is it
you think is happening?

I show you the chest,
the chest is brought
out of the ground...

and then...

I don't know
what then exactly,

but I doubt
it involves returning it
to the camp as planned.

Am I wrong?

Tell me I am
and we'll continue
on our way.

And then what?

This war...

your war...

her war...

Julius will be
no obstacle to it.

As long as you and she
stand for it...

as long as the treasure
powers it...

nothing can stop it
from beginning now.

Nothing but you.

Why would you
want to do that?

This is
what it would be.

Time after time
after time.

Endlessly.

The measuring of lives

and loves and spirits

so that they may be wagered
in a grand game.

How much ransom
can be afforded
for the cause?

How many casualties
can be tolerated
for the cause?

How much loss?

That isn't a war.

That is
a fucking nightmare.

And I cannot take a single step
towards leaving this forest...

till I know
it's over.

*

This is
how they survive.

You must know this.

You're too smart
not to know this.

They paint the world
full of shadows...

and then tell their children
to stay close to the light.

Their light.

Their reasons,
their judgments.

Because in the darkness,
there be dragons.

But it isn't true.

We can prove
that it isn't true.

In the dark,
there is discovery,

there is possibility,

there is freedom
in the dark

once someone
has illuminated it.

And who has been
so close to doing it
as we are right now?

This isn't
about England...

or her king...

or our freedom,
or any of it.

When I thought
Madi was gone,

I saw--
for the first time,

I saw the world
through your eyes.

A world in which there is
nothing left to lose.

I felt the need
to make sense of the loss.

To impart meaning to it...

whatever the cost.

To exalt her memory
with battles

and victories.

But beneath
all of that,

I recognized
the other thing...

hiding in the spaces.

The one whose shape
you first showed me.

And when asked,

it was honest
about the role
it wanted to play.

It was rage.

And it just wanted
to see the world burn.

I see a life
for myself with her.

And I will not live it
wondering if tomorrow

is the day your nightmare
finally takes her away for good.

So, what next, then?

What decisions
have you made

about what
our tomorrows will be?

I made arrangements...

to ensure that
when we leave here,

it is with
compromises in place

that will diffuse any threat
of widespread rebellion.

All this will be
for nothing.

We will have been
for nothing.

Defined by
their histories...

distorted to fit
into their narrative...

until all
that is left of us

are the monsters in the stories
they tell their children.

I don't care.

You will.

Someday, you will.

Someday.

Even if you can
persuade her to keep you...

she'll no longer
be enough.

And the comfort
will grow stale.

And casting about
in the dark

for some proof
that you mattered

and finding none,
you'll know...

that you gave it away

in this moment...

on this island.

Left it
in the ground...

along with her chest.

This is not
what I wanted.

But I will
stand here with you...

for an hour,

a day, a year...

while you find a way
to accept this outcome...

so we might
leave here together.

For if not...

then I must end this
another way.

*

*

Captain Flint is gone.

Gone?

Gone where?

Retired
from the account.

He was persuaded
that his efforts
were no longer viable,

that those closest to him
had grown tired of them.

And of him.

He then chose
to walk away from it all.

He's no longer
a concern of ours.

This sounds somewhat
less definitive an end
than I had expected.

But far more effective.

For if our intent
was to extinguish his war,

feeding it a martyr

seems like an odd way
of going about it.

Flint had allies

who would've only been
emboldened by his death.

Some of whom,
had they the desire,

could and would have
fought his war without him

to honor his memory.

Instead of a martyr,
we have fed it a story,

a tragedy that diffused
their fighting spirit

and enabled
the more moderate
voices among them

to press for
a more moderate solution.

What is that?

A treaty.

Its terms conceived
by Governor Rogers.

Its terms agreed to
by the maroon leaders...

over a few
scattered objections.

*

I can tell you
whatever it is
you want to hear

about Flint's
whereabouts.

He's dead.

He's retired.

The truth of it
matters not at all.

The truth is
there will be no maroon war
in the West Indies

because
the maroons themselves
have agreed to it.

All that remains, then,

is for you to purchase
Woodes Rogers' debts.

Force his default
and incarceration

and see him replaced
with a new governor

who will honor
these terms.

You asked for proof
of Captain Flint's removal.

I cannot
give it to you.

But this is
a meaningful assurance

that the pirate threat
is no more.

You asked for a governor
I would call husband.

I cannot give that
to you either.

But I have given you
a candidate

whose trustworthiness
I can guarantee.

What candidate?

You want me
to administrate Nassau?

These are the terms
under which it will happen.

They are the best
I can offer.

Are they
acceptable to you?

Just one more thing.

It's a small favor
to ask

before the ink dries

on whatever it is
you've agreed upon.

Once the demand
for repayment has been made

and his default recorded
and the warrant sworn,

there will be a trial.

And at that trial,
the court will solicit
affidavits from his creditors.

Affidavits that will shape
the official narrative
of the default.

The failure.

The humiliation.

For a man
like Woodes Rogers,

how difficult
that will be--
to sit helpless

while history records
such an unflattering end

to what was once
such a promising story.

I suppose
what I'm asking is

once the time comes
to submit that affidavit,

I'd so love
to help you write it.

Leave.

No.

The treaty
is being ratified.

The chiefs from the other camps
will be leaving shortly

along with
the pirate crews.

The war is over.

Yes.

I don't know
why you did this.

But I know
you did this.

Sent me away from that island
so I would not see it.

Emboldened Julius
so I could not oppose it.

Orchestrated it.

Don't you dare insult me
by denying this.

Flint's war could only
have one result.

A life of loss...

and misery...

and fruitless
sacrifice.

I had to stop it.
You had to stop it?

And I'm not
sorry for it.

I lost you once.

I would not
do it again.

Captain Flint
didn't retire from this.

It was important
that they heard that,

but they didn't know him
like you do.

I won't insult you
by repeating it.

He trusted you.

He was your friend.

And you killed him.

No.

I did not kill
Captain Flint.

I unmade him.

The man you know could never
let go of his war.

For if he were
to exclude it from himself,

he would not be able
to understand himself.

So I had to return him
to an earlier state of being.

One in which he could
function without the war.

Without the violence.

Without us.

Captain Flint was born
out of great tragedy.

You know this.

I told you this.

I found a way
to reach into the past...

and undo it.

*

There is a place
near Savannah...

where men unjustly
imprisoned in England

are sent in secret.

An internment
far more humane,

but no less secure.

Men who enter these gates
never leave them.

To the rest
of the world,

they simply cease to be.

I don't believe you.

I don't believe this.

Flint would have
fought to the death
before allowing it.

He resisted...

at first.

But then I told him
what else I had heard
about this place.

I was told
prominent families
amongst London society

made use of it.

I was told the governor
in Carolina made use of it.

So I sent a man
to find out

if they used it to hide away
one particular prisoner.

He returned with news.

Thomas Hamilton
was there.

He disbelieved me.

He continued to resist.

And corralling him
took great effort.

But the closer
we got to Savannah,

his resistance
began to diminish.

I couldn't say why.

I wasn't expecting it.

Perhaps he'd finally
reached the limits of his
physical ability to fight.

Or perhaps as the promise
of seeing Thomas got closer...

he grew more comfortable
letting go

of this man he created
in response to his loss.

The man whose mind
I had come to know so well...

whose mind I'd in some ways
incorporated into my own.

It was a strange experience
to see something from it...

so unexpected.

I choose to believe it...

because it wasn't the man
I had come to know at all...

but the one
who existed beforehand...

waking from a long...

and terrible nightmare.

Reorienting
to the daylight...

and the world
as it existed

before he first
closed his eyes...

letting the memory
of the nightmare fade away.

*

You may think
what you want of me.

I will draw comfort
in the knowledge that
you're alive to think it.

But I'm not the villain
you fear I am.

I'm not him.

You sent a man...

to investigate
this place?

Yes.

And he did this
and returned to Nassau...

all before
the Spanish arrived?

Yes.

You didn't just
betray my trust.

You have planned
to betray it...

all that time.

Get out.

The pirates
will be leaving here.

The chiefs.

But I will stay.

And I will wait.

A day...

a month...

a year...

forever...

in the hopes that
you will understand
why I did what I did.

Get out.

*

A story is true.

A story is untrue.

As time extends,

it matters less and less.

The stories
we want to believe...

those are the ones
that survive,

despite upheaval
and transition

and progress.

*

Those are the stories
that shape history.

And then what does it matter
if it was true when it was born?

It's found truth
in its maturity,

which if virtue in man
ought to be no less so
for the things men created.

As this relates
to your question
specifically...

I'm sorry.
Remind me, what was
your question, specifically?

Long John Silver.
Long John Silver, yes.

Please forgive me.

I will go on
from time to time,

but generally
in the service
of thoroughness

and always with
the best of intentions.

I appreciate
your indulging me.

No need.
I was drawn in.

Long
John Silver's story...

is a hard one
to know.

The men who believed
most deeply in it...

were ultimately
destroyed by it.

*

And those who stood
to benefit most from it...

were the most eager
to leave it all behind.

Until all that remains
of any of it

are stories bearing
only a passing resemblance

to the world
the rest of us lived in.

A world we survived.

A world
that is no more.

I hear it ain't
altogether over.

I hear there are still men
on the account here

under the blessing
of the governor.

I hear
he allows for it

as long as it helps
drive up prices for
the merchants here.

I hear he allows you
to continue the practice.

That's why I came.

Two things
you must know

if you're gonna be
spending time here with us.

One, the governor.

Lovely man.
Dear friend.

Might be the hero given credit
for the maroon truce,

bringing peace
to the West Indies,

and finally,
at long last,

bringing law
and order to Nassau.

But let's just say
he had some help.

And the true power here

is a little more
complicated than that.

And two,

there is, by law...

and strict enforcement
of the administration,

no piracy in Nassau.

Not anymore.
Not ever.

It's critical
for commerce.

This is known
to the world.

Meet me
at the jetty.

Are we ready to depart?

Don't remember talking about
bringing on new people.

Ah, we didn't.

Oh, I know we didn't.

He's come from
the continent.

Served with the regulars
in the war.

Mark.
Mark Reed.

You could be more welcoming
to new people.

Would it hurt?

Planning on
bringing them all on?

All of who?

All the fools
that have heard

you may know where to find
Captain Flint's treasure.

The ones thinking you may
go looking for it again.

Thinking you'll
make them rich.

The ones I worry
might just convince
you to do it.

I've chased
Captain Flint's treasure.

I've had
Captain Flint's treasure.

It never ends well.

Rather than rush off
after it again...

maybe let's just do this
a while longer.

Maybe...

Oh, is that it?

Still don't understand
what was wrong with
the one we had.

Because what's it all for
if it goes unremembered?

It's the art
that leaves the mark.

But to leave it,
it must transcend.

It must speak
for itself.

It must be true.

It's fine.

It's fine.

Get us underway.