All language subtitles for Black.Sails.S02E05.XIII

When my father arrives,
I would like to propose to him

that we don't hang the pirates

but we pardon them.

Any man who proposes to pardon
a traitor is himself a traitor.

I find his argument persuasive
and I find yours wanting, sir.

You're so close to having
everything you've wanted.

I came to help you get it.

I hear that one of the thieves
assaulted another.

It was all in service
of stealing a young girl

intended to be ransomed to her father.

Her name was Abigail Ashe.

Lieutenant McGraw,
my good friend,
Lord Peter Ashe.

Mr. Featherstone will announce
to his shipmates tomorrow

that he has joined a new crew.

Your crew.

He can't be on the ship right now.

It could spoil whatever chances
we have to retrieve the Urca gold.

I am fully committed to the removal
of Captain Vane from that fort.

You are talking about rendering Nassau
completely unprotected.

I know.

What say you, Captain?

Fire.

It would appear we lost track of time.

Fire!

Fire!

Take cover!

Please.

Please, stop.

Surely you must realize
this is a fruitless errand.

The time for conciliation is well past.

I must try.

Why?

I'm the only one
who can stop him, Pastor.

I'm the only one who
knows why he's doing it.

"My truest love.
Know no shame.
- T.H."

Your father said he would never
let your proposal come to a vote.

I do believe he meant it.

Tell me what chance this has of success.
Be honest.

Ultimately there is tremendous support
for every part of the package.

This entire battle is being waged
over the pardon provision.

Without it, I could get this
passed in a matter of hours.

The rest of it is meaningless
without the pardons.

They're the only hope
for redeeming Nassau.

I know,

which is why we'll
keep on fighting.

I know your father
is a formidable adversary.

So am I.

What is it?

A moment please?

I'm going to make arrangements
to leave for the country.

Leave?

Leave when?

Now.

Tonight.

May I ask why?

This fight with your father.

The more public it gets,
the more visible it gets,

the greater the liability
I will be for you.

Liability?

How could you possibly...

The lieutenant's ship
arrived this morning.

Returned from the Bahama Islands.

I received word not long ago.

The rumours about me and
my relationship with him

have gone quiet
the past few months
he's been away

and I'm concerned that

when he returns

people will start whispering again.

Let them whisper.

It's not the rumours
that concern me.

It's the scrutiny that follows that.

And what that scrutiny might unearth.

So someone might discover
you and he shared a bed.

I'm concerned

they might dig past that

and discover something --

far more damaging

than that.

I can assure you,

Mr. Gates' death

is not one
the Captain took lightly.

When I arrived,

just after the...
deed was done,

I saw the look on his face.

The pain it caused him to...

to do what he did.

But in that moment,
he believed it necessary

to preserve the hunt
for the Urca and her gold.

Flint killed him?

Yes.

And he's still Captain?

How?

After a brief interlude,

the men saw what I am hoping
you will see.

That with the gold still
sitting on that beach,

he represents our best, perhaps
our only chance of retrieving it.

Once this business with Vane
and the fort is over,

that is what the rest of us intend.

Rest of us?

That's why I'm here.

You didn't want me with the men.

You're worried I'll challenge Flint.

Well, the thought crossed my mind.

But I'm hoping

that once you have a moment
to process all of this,

you'll remember

that you are the same man

who when handed a blank page pulled
from Mr. Singleton's corpse,

stood by the Captain for the
sake of the bigger picture.

Then you'll realize you were right then.

And the same kind of perspective
is what's called for now.

Enough!

I'm going to see my brothers now.

Until I know what you're
going to say to the men,

I can't let you say
anything to the men.

He returns at last.

It's good to have
you back, Lieutenant.

Sir.

Welcome home.

Three months.

Feels like twice as long.

Our campaign against
my father and Whitehall

has reached
a most critical stage.

If you were able to secure the support
of the royal governor in Nassau,

it might just be the thing that
turns the tide in our favour.

There is no governor in Nassau.

What do you mean?

I understand the dispute
arose over a bribe.

Money that Governor Thompson
felt he was owed

by a particular pirate captain.

That captain recruited others.

They demanded...

the governor leave
the island at once.

Thompson refused,
at which point

a dozen armed men broke into his home,

dragged his wife and nine-year-old
son out into the street

and slit their throats.

They let him live, so I'm told,

so he would tell the tale

and so that there would be
no misunderstanding

about who is running Nassau now.

Stupid fuckers.

By the time I left, men were
beginning to occupy the fort.

Had I stayed another day,

I'm not sure

they would have let me
leave with my ship.

But what is clear is this,

right now,

there's no law in Nassau.

I'm trying to imagine
standing up before the lords

and suggesting pardons
for these people.

I'm having a difficult time of it.

The men responsible for this crime
deserve to be punished.

But we cannot,
we must not

allow their actions
to condemn the rest.

As a matter of political reality,

our plan is dead.

Not necessarily.

Beg your pardon?

The navy hasn't made its case yet.

The navy isn't going to make a case.

The navy will do whatever
Parliament tells it to do.

We're in a time of war.

If the Sea Lords

were to recommend a change of
strategy, who would ignore them?

The war has got
nothing to do with it.

Doesn't it?

Isn't a lawless Nassau a weakness
that Spain could exploit?

How would you do it?

By offering our plan
directly to the Sea Lords.

Making our case to them.

They'd hear you?

Yes, I think they would.

Ahem, Lieutenant.

May I -- speak with you
in private, please?

Now.

It's clear to me now
that what lies ahead
is the road to ruin.

And I'm asking you
to stop this right now

before we've all gone
too far to turn back.

What do you see, lad?

Leeward tower just lost
another ten foot of her wall.

The dust is still clearing.

You don't like it?

No.

No, no, no.

It's quite good.

But --

here's the thing...

The crew's banner is a sacred thing.

It must simultaneously --

strike fear in the
hearts of hardened men

while inspiring and...

unifying
all those who sail under it.

It must be something

approaching perfection.

Any idea what direction that might be?

Darling, I think we'll
both know it when we see it.

Don't you?

Charlotte.

Oh.

Never sailed with a...

Captain
this particular before.

We all have the same swords out there.

We all have the same guns.

But great art...

has felled empires

and therein lies all the difference.

I don't understand what that means.

No, but I do.
So, not to worry.

While the rest of this island
sits about gawking

at the chaos of the day

contemplating the
end of the world,

we would do well to use
this time to prepare.

I'd like to be first men back in
the water when the smoke clears

with every detail accounted for.

Well, while we're on it,

we still got details to sort

of a much bigger size than all that.

Stores ain't procured,

articles ain't signed.

I've seen the draft articles.
I'm fine with them as is.

But the men ain't.

They got some changes
you and I ought to discuss.

Ooh, changes.

Yes.

You two making any progress?

Slowly but surely.

I'm sorry,

you were saying
something about the articles.

It can wait.

That ain't letting up anytime soon.

Excuse me.

Fucking nightmare it must be up there.

You think he's still in it?

Who, Charles?

He could get out of that
fort without being seen.

He's stubborn but he ain't stupid.

No, I'd say he's terribly stupid
when it comes to being stubborn.

Given a choice between
capitulation and survival,

I don't imagine that to be much
of a choice for him at all.

He's in that fort,
I assure you.

You think he'll make it?

I think Charles Vane
is something you and I survived.

What happens to him now
is no longer of any concern to me.

This morning,

you and Max.

Oh, you know what?
I ain't got no right.

We'll get through it.

Always do,

don't we?

Steady.

Stand.

Ma'am.

Ma'am, are you hurt?

Help me.

Walk on.

Walk on.

It's alright.

I see a way through this.

A way towards the end
which we have all been seeking.

Thomas,

he sees only the principle.

The right.

It's inspiring.
It can be...

... intoxicating.

It's why I love him.

But you,

you see the world as it is.

You see its truths
and how to navigate them.
How to...

... bend them to your will.
It's why I love you.

Men like Thomas

need men like you.

To protect them from the world.

And that is what I am asking you to do.

The danger is simply too great.

Anything that has ever
been worth doing

has been worth doing
in the face of a little danger.

I have been the subject of
enough ridicule and innuendo

to know the difference between
a little danger and mortal danger,

and I'm telling you that
what you and Thomas and I

face right now

is the latter.

What's been going on in this
house isn't just some affair.

No.

No, it isn't.

But since when did you care
what people think?

This isn't a question of scandal.

It isn't a state of mind.

They hang men for this.

Don't be naïve.

When they have political motive,

they use it as a pretense

to hang men.

Don't treat me like I'm someone else.
I know what London is, too.

Alfred Hamilton

does not want those
pardons issued.

He has committed himself to doing
everything in his power to prevent it.

And when he finds out what's
been going on in this house,

he will use it to ruin us.

Even if he were to find out,

he wouldn't use it against us.

Now who's being naïve?

It would be just as
embarrassing for the Earl

as it would be for any of us.

Do you really think
he wants that?

You are underestimating him.

He will find a way to exploit it.

Why take the risk?

For the sake of the pirates of Nassau?

Miranda, I saw it.

I was there.

Thomas was right about its promise.

And once the pirate issue has abated,

it'll need help to rebuild.
Help from people like us.

You're suggesting we go there.

A restored New Providence Island
will need a governor.

Who better qualified
to oversee the building

of the New World than Thomas?

With these pardons,
we can accomplish that
and leave London behind.

I've known Admiral Hennessey
since I was a boy.

He's the closest thing
I have to a father.

Let me raise the plan with him.

Seek his counsel.

There's no risk in that.

This is too important not to try.

Fire!

- Reload the cannons.
- Reload! Reload!

Quickly, boys, quickly.

Let's go. Let's go.

Two-six, heave!

- Heave!
- Fire!

- Two-six!
- Heave!

Cease fire!

Cease fire!

- Cease fire!
- Cease fire!

Prepare to move ashore.

Ready the longboats.

The courtyard wall's

destroyed.

A breach in the northwestern corridor.

Seaward-facing batteries are gone

as are most of the westward guns.

How many did we lose?

Seven.

Another nine injured.

How long do you expect?

Before the men are massing
themselves on the beach

to begin their assault?

Two hours.

Maybe less.

Larson.

Take her back to the cell.

Make sure she remains safe
while I'm gone.

No one

is to touch her.

Understood?

Aye.

While you're gone?

Where are you going?

No matter how many of his men
we kill, he can find more.

Eventually

they breach

and we die.

So you're leaving?

It's too great of a force to defeat

if we attempt to fight the body of it.

Only way to beat it

is to cut off its head.

I had the misfortune
of being in his presence

when Mr. Underhill received
word of your proposal

to form a partnership to sell
his goods on your ships.

He said no.

But it was the manner in which he
said no that is most promising.

I don't understand what it is
he hopes to achieve by...

His anger,

I believe, was due to the fact

that he wanted to say yes.

- Ma'am.
- What is it?

Ma'am, an errant shot from the warship

hit a set a stores outside the
southwest gates. Set it ablaze.

How close to the Intrepid's
storehouse there?

A few hundred yards, ma'am.

The problem is it's been
freshly stocked with...

With powder, I know.
Inform Mr. Lawrence

he needs to move his powder stock
to my warehouse here immediately.

And ask Virgil to take five men
to help put out that fire.

- Any sign of capitulation?
- Ma'am?

Captain Vane, has he made
any signal to surrender?

No, ma'am.

You're dismissed.

What the fuck does that mean?
He wants to say yes.

You desire legitimacy
in the eyes of London.

But you cannot have it
until you find a way

to ship something
other than stolen goods.

The landowners want greater profits.

But they cannot have them
until they find a way

to ship their products
out of the port of Nassau

free from the danger of the pirates.

There is a partnership to be had here.

I can broker it.

And there is only one thing
standing in the way.

If you were to appear
to divest yourself

of your association with
the crews on account...

You are unbelievable.

All I'd have to do is give up the fence

and you can make
all my dreams come true.

You're a smart girl, Eleanor.

And though I know
you're standing there,

parsing this, trying to identify

how my interests
diverge from yours here,

I suspect you're not finding it.

And it's because
it isn't there to be found.

You want me to prove to Underhill
that I can be his partner?

That I can be trustworthy?

Then you have to prove the same to me.

I have spent a lifetime exposed
to your self-serving lies.

They're the manure
from which I sprouted.

And if I can identify
the specific motive or not,

I still come to expect that stench
anytime you darken my door.

Find Mr. Silver for me, if you please.

Captain.

You've explained to your men
their responsibilities here?

Aye, they know your plans to recover the
gold must be kept secret and silent.

If it were to be discovered
by another crew,

they could become competition
for its retrieval.

You know how to keep a
secret between three men?

Shoot two of them.

What kind of fool tries to
keep a secret amongst 100?

The faster we retake the fort,

the faster you'll be back on the water

en route to the Urca
with my men in your service.

Even if the information
were to be divulged

that the gold is still to be won,

even if another crew could
discern its specific location,

even if they could refit rapidly
enough to get out there ahead of you,

they'd still be facing a warship
standing between them and their prize.

Adhere to our plan,
you will have your gold

and I'll have my fort.

What are you doing here?

I need to speak with you alone.

You need to leave here right now.

I will see you when I am able.

I have come upon some information
which changes things for you.

You must not move against that fort.

Miranda, you don't
understand what's going on.

I understand why you need that fort.

I understand why you need that gold.

I understand why you need this island.

I understand it all because I was there

the day our lives ended
and all of this began.

But I have been devoted
to you since that day.

I have been loyal

and protective and fucking
committed to you since that day,

and I am asking you to come with me

so that I can save your life.

There's an opportunity here today.

An opportunity that may not
present itself again.

If we act right now,

we can prevent a catastrophic
loss to the Empire.

We can make England stronger
tomorrow than she is today.

We can save Nassau and all it takes

is for us to do
a very reasonable thing.

Military pardons?

I know how it will be perceived, sir.

I know how it looks for me to even
raise the subject with you here.

But this is too important to be
deterred by dangers imagined.

And if I have learned
anything from you,

it is that it is moments like these

that are the precise
measure of a man's courage.

Good God.

You perceive the danger
about this to be imagined.

I told you when this began
to be careful of those people.

To be aware of just how
sharp and unexpected

the knife would be if you
discounted that danger.

I'd thought you'd heard me, son.

I heard you, sir.

But I've come to see that you
and I were wrong about him.

Lord Hamilton isn't someone
we should be wary of,

he is exactly the kind of man
we should be listening to.

On the day I was made an officer,

you pulled me aside.

You told me how proud you were of me.

You told me that a measure of a man

is in the moment when he is
confronted by himself.

By opposing voices in his head,

both arguing that they are
right, but one has to be wrong.

To know the difference in that moment,
that is what makes an officer.

What makes a man.

Well, I see the difference here, sir.

I know it.

He arrived just before you did.

And he told me what you did.

After he invited you into his home,

trusted you to assist
his son and daughter,

and you flagrantly violated that trust.

Sir, I don't know
what he told you, but...

Yes, you do.

I would like to defend you.

I would like to remind myself
that every man has his flaws,

his weaknesses that torment him.

I would like to help you
recover from yours.

But not this. It is too profane.

It is too loathsome to be dismissed.

This is your end.

Sir, please let me explain.

Be grateful it didn't happen
on the gallows.

You thought I wouldn't
hear what you'd done?

In my own house?

That not even the faintest
whisper of it would reach me?

Now, this ends quietly,

permanently,

and in the manner of my choosing.

You are summarily
discharged from service.

No charges will be drawn against you

provided you leave London quietly

and are neither seen
nor heard from again.

If either the earl or I

feel that this bargain
has been breached,

the charges brought against you
will be swift and unyielding.

Where's Thomas?

They came. The earl's men.

It happened quickly before I
could do anything to stop it.

- They took him.
- Took him? Took him where?

Bethlem Royal Hospital.

He is to be committed there,

owing to his uncontrollable grief

over having learned
of my affair with you.

- Our affair?
- That is what the story will be.

I have been given until nightfall

to vacate this house.

And then you and I are to disappear.

I have friends in
Amsterdam, Paris, Brussels.

I can get you set up comfortably.

Perhaps at some point, I can figure
out a way to get you back here.

- I'm not leaving.
- James.

- We're gonna get him out of there.
- We can't.

- You watch me.
- You think you're angry about this?

- I'm beyond that.
- I am enraged!

He is my husband.

Before they took him away,
he made me promise him...

that no matter what happened
next, that you and I...

would take care of each other.

The danger here is real.

Thomas is gone.

And now you and I
must leave this place.

We need to get you moving.

When we get to the harbor,
I'll arrange passage for you.

Anything you need that you don't
have, I'll see sent to you.

In the meantime, my friends

will ensure that you're taken care of.

We won't be with your friends.

We're not going to Paris.

Or Brussels or Amsterdam.

Then where are you going?

Open the crate.

Pass 'em down. Pass 'em down.

Idelle said you were looking for me?

To your knowledge,
have any of Flint's crew

made their way up to the
brothel since coming ashore?

Not that I'm aware of.

Back from a lengthy journey

and not one of them has
felt the need to have a go?

Preparing for battle.

Perhaps they have set
pleasure aside for the moment.

Mmm, or maybe they was told to
stay the fuck away from here.

To prevent them
from divulging a secret.

- Charlotte.
- Don't.

- What?
- You're crowding me.

I understand this is very important
to you, but I can't work like this.

You have regular custom with the men
of Captain Flint's crew, yes?

It's all right.

Just one.
He won't let the others near me.

Has he paid you a visit yet
since his recent arrival?

No, but he will.

Can't stay away for long, that one.

If or when he finally
decides to visit you,

I'd like to know what he has
to say about the Urca gold.

You haven't heard?

Everyone's saying it wasn't there.

They ran into a man of war instead,
managed to nick that ship.

Yes, I know.
Just indulge me, will you?

- Mr. Rackham.
- Mm.

- A word.
- With me?

Thank you, love.

"Thank you, love?"

- What's this?
- We need to talk about these articles.

And I thought it best if we
could have the conversation

just you and I.

All right. What's the
matter with the articles?

A few things.

- Max...
- Let me stop you there.

Yes, it's unorthodox to entitle a
woman to a share of the profits,

but this is clearly a special case.

That particular woman is a font

of prostitutional intelligence.

And believe me, if I could see
a way to replace her, I would.

But at the moment, she is worth
far, far more to this crew

than the share it costs to have her.

I understand,
but you must understand

that's not an easy thing
to sell men on a new ship

used to a certain way of doing things.

Are you saying you can't sell it?

No, I might be able to with
a great deal of cajoling.

The problem is Max's share

ain't the only item
the men took issue with.

Fuck's your problem?

The crew have elected to set sail.

Yeah?

Small prize nearby.

Probably not much by way of profit,

but an easy prize to consummate
our new arrangement.

That's good news, then, yeah?

So again, fuck's your problem?

There was a complication

in the finalizing of the articles.

Opposition from the men

on two particular issues.

Shit. I knew this was gonna happen.

- It's the whore's share, ain't it?
- It is.

Resistance to the idea of formalizing
her interest in writing.

It's the second of the two
issues I find more troubling.

- What's that?
- You.

It would appear that while the
crew seems able to forgive

or at least forget my part

in the Mr. Hamund situation,

they are aware that you were
the prime mover behind it

and they are less willing to forgive it
or forget it in your case.

They don't want me nor the whore?

It was put to me that they will accept
one or the other, but not both.

Fucking hell.

How are we gonna get her
to keep turning out those leads

when she finds out she ain't
getting her own share?

What?

It's only temporary.
Till I gain their trust.

Sooner than later, I'll be able to
make the case to them directly.

And you'll be back sailing with us
like this never happened.

You chose her.

They gave me a choice,
but it was no choice.

Had I gone the other way,

they'd be stewing about how I
value my relationship with you

over securing their leads.

It would have cost me their
trust and then the captaincy.

Most assuredly soon there after.

This is what is best for both
of us in the final analysis.

We will sail at the head of this crew,

it just requires this sacrifice
in the short term to ensure it.

Anne? Anne?

Perhaps it would help
if we went back to the beginning?

You said you were
captured by the navy.

You said you escaped their
custody, made your way back here,

but you didn't mention the means
by which you managed that escape.

- Why are you here?
- I beg your pardon?

Why are you the one
here defending him?

Oh, yes. I suppose it must
come as some surprise

given the state of things
when last we saw each other.

But it's become clear to me that a
crew requires two men to function.

One to tell them what to do and another
to tell them why they should want to do it.

In Mr. Gates' absence,
the latter role was unfilled.

And I thought I could fill it.

How the fuck did you manage that?

I tried to tell you once,
I'm a hard man not to like.

And at the end of the day,
and all else being equal,

liked is just as good as feared.

We like him.

You thought Flint
killed both me and Gates

and then you queued up to be
the next to fill the post.

I don't know if you're either
very dangerous or very stupid.

Possibly a bit of both.

But I am certain I will avoid
the mistake you both made.

I don't believe in him.

To me, he is a means of
securing a very valuable prize.

No more, no less.

Which is why I need to know...

when asked by the men,

what will you tell them happened on
the bow of the Walrus that night?

How did you end up in the water?

You keep focusing on how I went in.

Perhaps you should be more worried
about the thing that took me out.

I can see how the men could've
been taken in by you...

with what they've been through.

But know this...

had I been here,

I doubt it would have been
this easy for you.

Sooner or later, you need to release me.

You have no choice.

And the longer you delay,

the more likely I might choose

to take it personally.

I would say I have some choice.

Not while he's here you don't.

We like him, too.

You must understand, though
you perceive my actions in recent weeks

to have been taken with little
regard for your welfare,

the truth is exactly the opposite.

All of my attempts to regain
control of this place

have been with an eye
towards protecting you.

You really have no idea
what this is about, do you?

- Eleanor.
- You left me.

After mother was killed in the
Rosario raid, you left me here.

What kind of a reprehensible shit

does something like that
to a little girl

and then asks her to trust him again?

Your mother's loss

was almost unbearable to me.

I must confess that in that moment,

the only way I could think to carry on

was to immerse myself in business.

And to remove myself from this place.

From her memory.

And for that, I am sorry.

Bullshit.

It wasn't about Mother.

It wasn't about an oversight.

You left me here
because I wasn't your son.

Yes.

I was focused on the work

and I saw no future in which a daughter

would have a meaningful part in that.

But, Eleanor,

look how wrong I was.

Look at what you've accomplished here.

Pirate crews...

repurposed as merchant
shippers and showing profits.

You have proved the conceit possible.

You are making real

what was for decades a fantasy.

The idea that this place
can be transformed,

made profitable, redeemed from
within and on its own terms?

You are doing this
without any help from me,

nor from Whitehall, nor from
anyone in London at all.

It is entirely of your own making.

And it is miraculous.

One day, years from now,

someone in London will sit down,

light his pipe and tell his children

of the unlikely success story
that was Nassau.

And he will say
it all began with a woman

who decided to make it so.

You have proven me so very wrong.

And I could not be
prouder of you for it.

Miss Guthrie? Miss Guthrie?

I have Flint here. It would
be best if we could be alone.

You can use the parlor upstairs.

Everyone out.

Now!

While you were gone,

Captain Vane and his men

slaughtered another
pirate crew in the bay.

There are whispers it was to avenge
an offense against Eleanor Guthrie.

There are also whispers

that it was to steal a hostage
being held by that crew.

A girl who is now held in that fort.

A girl who would be in harm's way
if you were to launch your attack.

You pulled me away from my men
out of concern for a girl?

The girl's name is Abigail Ashe.

Peter's daughter?

You need to obtain her
from Captain Vane.

Alive and unharmed.

And you need to return her
to Carolina, to her father.

I understand you have feelings
over the girl's welfare, however...

And when you return her,

you're going to explain to Peter

what it is you are trying to
accomplish here.

A Nassau that can self-govern,

pardons for your men, and a
stake in their own future.

What you want. What Thomas wanted.

What we all wanted.

And he is going to help you achieve it.

- He's gonna help me?
- Yes.

And how exactly is he gonna do that?

Thomas knew no one more
skilled or effective

at maneuvering an agenda
through Parliament than Peter.

If he wanted to convince them

to support your vision for
this place, he could do that.

You know he could do that.

We tried it before, it didn't work.

It was a different time.

There's no Alfred Hamilton now.

There's no war with Spain now.

Peter was faced with both those
things and almost succeeded.

Without them,
it is well within his reach.

Miranda, Peter Ashe isn't
the man that you remember.

Six months ago, he hanged
four men in his harbor

for possession of pirated goods.

This is not a man
that we can negotiate with...

- that I can negotiate with.
- Of course you can.

Because you will have just presented
him with his only daughter.

Safe and unharmed
and without conditions.

And you will have reminded him
that you are still the man

who sat in Thomas' salon and spoke of

virtue and reason and forgiveness.

That found inspiration in him.

And you will remind Peter
that somewhere in his heart,

so is he.

This is too important

to put all our fates
in the hands of one man.

Especially a man so committed

to seeing me and everyone else
I know hanged in his harbor.

There is no other way to achieve
what you want to achieve...

Yes there is!

It is sitting on a beach
filled with Spanish soldiers,

and I'm through delaying.

There is no other way

once you're willing to tell the
truth about your intentions here.

I think that I've made
my intentions very clear.

No.

You've been anything but clear.

You say you fight for the sake of
Nassau, for the sake of your men,

for the sake of Thomas and his memory.

But the truth of the matter is,
it isn't for any of those things.

What the fuck do you think
I am fighting for?

I think you are fighting
for the sake of fighting.

Because it's the only state
in which you can function.

The only way to keep
that voice in your head

from driving you mad.

What are you talking about?
What voice?

The one telling you
to be ashamed of yourself...

for having loved him.

You were told that it was shameful.

And part of you believed it.

Thomas was my husband.

I loved him and he loved me.

But what he shared with you...

it was entirely something else.

It's time you allowed
yourself to accept that.

The only thing I am ashamed of...

is that I didn't do
something to save him

when we had the chance.