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I think you intend
to return to that beach,

and seize every last ounce
of gold off of it,

and I think you're going
to need my help to do it.

I have committed
men and resources

to aid you in retrieving
the Urca gold,

in exchange for which
you assured me,

expelling Captain Vane
from that fort.

We'll procure a ship,

we'll recruit men,

and we'll create from nothing,
a new crew.

You asked
for better captains.

I give you
Captain Jack Rackham.

I can't be your wife, Jack.

You and I are gonna
be partners

till they put
us in the ground.

That is the crown jewel taken

from the good
fortune prize.

Her father's
Lord Peter Ashe,

governor of
the Carolina Colony.

Her father is a very
influential man,

he and I were friends.

When you return
her to her father,

you're going to explain

what it is you're trying
to accomplish here.

A Nassau that
can self-govern.

You are no
longer a hostage.

I'm gonna get
you out of here.

You will turn on absolutely
anyone, won't you?

Listen to me clearly.

You will hear
from me again.

You think there's something
valuable enough to make

the British Navy forget that
you and I are pirates?

Not what, who.

This is Eleanor Guthrie,

the trade boss
in Nassau.

Imagine sir,
how London would react

to the arrival
of the queen of thieves.

I am so very sorry
for what--

You destroyed our lives!
Miranda--

I want to see that
noose around your neck,

and I want
to pull the lever

with my own two ha-- !

I have placed
Captain Flint under arrest!

His trial will
be swift and final!

Flint stole from me,
and I'm making it right.

You hate Flint, I hate Flint.

But right now, he's talking
about how we survive,

what comes next.

I suggest we get him
the hell out of there.

Everyone is a monster
to someone.

Since you are so convinced
that I am yours,

I will be it.

What are you doing here?

Figured if anyone was going
to make a trophy of you,

it really ought
to be me.

Her word,

will be the last
word for this place.

My men will need
to lean on something solid.

They look
to me for that,

but they'll also look
to their new quartermaster.

There's something
you ought to know,

before my misfortune at
the hands of Vane's leftenants,

our friend, the scout,
confessed something to me.

He told me that he could
sell the gold's location

to another crew in exchange
for a larger share

of the prize.

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Mast approaching,
starboard side!

Rig the capstan!

Sir?

There are men here
to see--

May I help you?

You're Drummond.

Mary's your wife.

Mary's our sister.

Caleb, Tom, and...

Edgar.
Edgar, that's right.

And you came all the way
from Williamsburg

just to be
upset with me?

We came
from Williamsburg

to make sure that you
honored your vows to her.

End of today,
either you're gonna
be her current husband

or her late one.

I'm sorry,
but, um, there's
someplace I have to be.

You're coming with us.

I understand your anger,

but I've lived
long enough

to know that
any promise made

beside
the word "forever"

is no more than
a lie agreed upon.

There is no forever.

Everything moves
towards its end.

And the closer we get to ours,
the louder that clock ticks,

the less a sane man
would let a promise

deprive him of happiness.

I explained
all this to Mary,

who told me
she understood

and that she would not
protest our separation.

Are you calling
my sister a liar?

Well...

you're here.

I can think of
at least three lies

she must have told you
to bring that about.

First, I imagine
she told you

I retired from
a prosperous trade

to settle
with her here.

But what she likely
did not mention

is that that trade
was high seas piracy.

Second, she told you
my name was Drummond,

but when I
plied that trade,

I was called Teach.

And third,

she clearly
led you to believe

that you could
point your sword
in my direction

and survive
the experience.

This, too, was something
less than the truth.

Nassau awaits.

Let us away.

♪

Who goes there?

I said,
"Who goes there?

You are
the magistrate here.

Hazzard.

Bridgetown,
St. Kitts,

Martinique,
Nevis...

their magistrates
hanged men for piracy.

They all
receive visits from me.

The word went forth--

any capital sentence
served against a pirate

would hear my answer.

You must'a known.
You must'a heard.

And yet you chose
to hang those three men
in your square.

Why?

If I didn't--

if I let
my fear of you

prevent me from
enforcing the law,

then civilization
in this place is dead.

I also know
that most of those other
magistrates you visited,

they were corrupt men,
dishonest men.

I wagered that despite
all I'd heard about you,

your mercilessness,
your cruelty,

that you could
tell the difference.

That you could see
I was an honest man.

No!

No, no, no.

No!

Keep 'em coming!

Throw down a rope!

We need it
to pull up plunder!

Keep movin' up
the decks, down below.

How many more you got
comin' up?

Another three.

Is it done?

It is.

Once the plunder is stowed,
get us underway.

Every man to his charge.

Looks like we garnered
a good haul out of it.

Get everything
into the hold.

The men did well
under the circumstances.

Not all of them.

Lost his nerve.
I want him replaced
on the Vanguard

before we go over
the side again.

He lost his footing.

I don't think
it had anything to do
with his nerve.

Replace him.

He's getting worse.

He's fine.

Are you sure
about that?

We just faced a band
of colonial regulars
out there.

He's entitled to a mood.

♪

Is it her?

It's her.
Right where she's
supposed to be.

Bring us alongside.

Spread your sheets!
Stand ready with grapples!

Spread the sheets!

Ready the grapples!

His men are jumping ship.

They aren't his men.

They're his cargo.

When Jack asked me
to hunt her,

he said she was
hauling timber.

He said the supplies
were badly needed
for fort repairs.

Funny...

I don't remember him
saying anything about slaves.

You know who I am?

What you cannot know
is where I come from,

what I once was.

If you knew that,

I imagine you would've made
different choices today.

The evidence
has been delivered.

The accused
has been measured.

Now let us talk
about judgment.

Miss Guthrie,
do you have anything
to say in your defense

before sentence
is pronounced?

I have but one regret...

...that though
the pirates of Nassau

filled my purse
with coin,

I never took
the opportunity

to let them fill me
with anything else.

- I apologize.
- Miss Guthrie...

This must seem in such
poor taste to you.

I assume this
is your production.

Were the world
as I wished it,

news of Eleanor's trial
would be received

with the gravity due
to someone who did so much
for this place.

They are who they are,

and someone must provide them
with the things they need.

Right now, this is
what they need.

...found guilty of these
and countless other crimes

for which the sentence...

is death.

Any news from London?

The trial is set to begin
sometime next week.

The spectacle around it
is said to be so great,

the king himself
receives daily updates.

Hmm.
With that much attention
on the politics in play,

do you believe
there is any way

she will be offered
some sort of clemency?

I would think
there is always
a chance for mercy

for one willing
to beg for it.

But I do not imagine
you came to see our play.

What is it I can do for you?

When Captains Flint
and Rackham

made their pact
those months ago,

settled their differences
over the possession
of the Urca gold,

they asked me to oversee
the restoration of the fort.

To ensure
Nassau was protected.

But without the men
to do the work,
there is no progress.

The fort remains compromised
and we are all exposed.

And since
Captain Vernon's crew
walked off the site,

there's been
little to no labor
provided to me at all.

It's only been
a few days.

Give him a break.

It's been two weeks.

You wanted
to replace Eleanor.

She was the one
Nassau relied upon

to solve those problems
no one else could or would.

I hope for all our sakes
you are up to the task.

He said he would
see this done.
I know.

He assured everyone
he would be responsible
for restoring the fort.

The street comes to me
with the problems it
cannot solve for itself,

and right now Jack
is first among them.

I know.

Fuck's sake.
I'll go talk to him.

♪

Thank you, Celeste.

I have no notes.

Fuckin' leeches
down there.

You ain't careful,
they're gonna
bleed you dry.

What man wouldn't,
given the opportunity,

purchase the adoration
of the masses

when the cost
is so small?

That mess is costing you
100 pound a day.

Well, in about 800 years,
you'll be able to say,
"I told you so."

In the meantime,
perhaps we might at least
enjoy ourselves.

Why ain't there anyone
up at the fort?

I'd like to thank you
for at least allowing me
to finish wiping

before starting that song.

It's been two weeks.
What you waiting for?

I'm working on it.
Are you?

Mm.
'Cause it sure as shit
don't look like

you're working
on anything here.

Well, you should
spend more time here.

It's a process.
I'm not fuckin' around, Jack.
I need to know.

Do you need to know
or does your husband?

You know I hate it
when you call her that.

Course I do.
That's why I call her that.

She's got a right
to be angry.

Her share of the gold
is sitting up there,

along with mine.
And mine.

Please, relay
to whom you must,

Jack Rackham is not lazy.
Jack Rackham is not stupid.

Jack Rackham is not blind.

And Jack Rackham is not
unaware that currently

there are no men
working on that fort.

That said, on the list
of people on this island

who are most concerned
with seeing that fort
restored,

there is everyone else,
and then there is one name

that's-- that's way
at the top of it.

Jack Rackham.
Yeah.

Jack Rackham,
exactly.

Don't treat me
like I'm someone else.

I'm on your
fucking side of this,

same as I've
always been.

I am just asking you
to tell me what the plan is.

Jack!

You're about
to find out.

Your days of approaching
unannounced are behind you.

I reassigned Mr. Dobbs
off the Vanguard, as you asked.

I told him
his skill in the rig

was too valuable to risk
putting him in harm's way.

Thank you.

Then now that that's sorted,

there is another replacement
on the Vanguard

that we should discuss.

Who's that?

You.

Is that so?

I understand we faced
colonial regulars
out there last night.

So?

These raids were
difficult enough

when the element
of surprise was
in our favor.

But now?
Now it would seem your days

of approaching unannounced
may also be at an end.

Every time
you go ashore,

there is a risk
you don't return--

a risk Nassau loses
its most recognizable figure

and a risk that would seem
to be escalating.

I am suggesting
it's time we take you
out of harm's way as well.

We're fighting a war
to protect Nassau.

A war in which our most
effective weapon

is the fear that we can
instill in our enemies.

We've succeeded
in making Captain Flint

the name of grim death
to all of them.

The only way
that we can ensure that
that story continues

is if he is
the one telling it.

That story
is telling itself,
and you know it.

We've been assigned
responsibility for raids
we were nowhere near.

Jesus, I've been
given credit

for having been
a part of some of them.

They are so terrified of you,
they're terrified of me.

You think that's a reason
we should relent?

Who the fuck said anything
about relenting?

Look, I am talking about
letting someone else

stand in and play
your role now and again.

Thank you
for your concern,

but I'll decide
when it's time to start
altering our tactics.

No, I'll decide.

This crew has spilled
a great deal of blood

to make your name
what it is.

It doesn't
belong to you.

It's a jointly held asset

belonging to every man
on this crew

who sacrificed
some part of himself
to build it.

They have a say
about how it is managed,

and I am the voice of it.

It is clear to me
that this raid was more
dangerous than the last.

They are adapting,
and it is of some
concern to me

that you either cannot
or will not acknowledge it.

I understand this is all
incredibly personal to you

after the loss
of Mrs. Barlow.

Now, wait a minute--

And I understand the burden
of playing the role
you currently play

must be taking a toll even you
cannot fully comprehend.

Stop.

Now you have wormed
your way into the heads
of the men out there.

And they've granted you
authority over them
because of it.

But in my head,
you are not welcome.

It's worse than I feared.

The wound should've
been far further along
towards quieting itself.

It's less than ideal.

Have you been cleaning it
as we discussed?

When I can.

It's harder
when we're at sea.

I understand
your aversion to being seen
using the crutches.

Well,
if you understand it,

I wish you'd stop
hectoring me about it.

But the boot
was never intended
for a wound this new.

Unless you remove
some of the pressure,

the wound will only continue
to get more irritated.

I'll lean more
on the ropes.

With all your weight?
On a moving deck?

I'll manage.

If the decay progresses,
I'll have to remove
more of your leg.

Please let me explain.

What is there to explain?

You couldn't figure out
how to repair the fort,

so you lured me into
capturing a ship full
of slaves to do the job.

It was the first solid lead
on a slaver we'd had in weeks.

I needed someone
who I could be certain
would win her.

So you lied to me
about it.

What the fuck
made you think

I would just hand them
over to you,

knowing
what you know of me?

The three of us
stood in this room--
you, Flint, and I--

and we agreed
that the fort's restoration

was critical
to Nassau's security.

We agreed you would
hire men to restore it.

I tried that!
Well, you're going to need
to try harder!

How?

I offer the men exorbitant
wages to do the work.

Do you know what they say?
"You can afford more.
We want double that."

All right, double it,
it's a deal. Fuck it.

You know what they say then?
"You can't tell us what to do.
We're free men.

We'll work when we please."
Would you like to take a guess
how that is going?

It's five different crews,
it's hundreds of men,

untold thousands in wages,
and I swear to God,

I think
that hole in the wall

is bigger now
than when we started.

I stood between
you and him, Jack.

When Flint was ready
to wage war against you

over the gold,
I was the one who said

you would manage it
as well as anyone could.

For the good of this place,
I was the one who said
you could be trusted.

Why?

Why did you stand behind me
in that moment?

I'll tell you why.
Because you and I had been
through enough shit

for you to know
that I would do
the same for you,

that I have done the same
for you, and would again
without hesitation.

I made a commitment
to you, with you,

to restore this place,
to make it strong again.

I see no other way
to have it done.

And I will have it done.

I will move heaven
and earth to have it done

because I refuse
to let you down.

I knew this would
be difficult for you,
so I kept it from you.

Please know that I meant
no slight by it.

No lack of respect
or friendship.

It's quite the opposite.

Ship on the horizon!

Ship on the horizon!

Under bare poles!

Whose banner is that?

Hallendale.
Here.

What the fuck's
he doing out there?

Lying in wait?
With his banner raised?

Sails furled.

Not a soul on the deck
or in the rig.

Possible they abandoned her?

Took a prize and decided
to sail away on it?

Had to have been
a hell of a prize.

Even Hallendale
isn't stupid enough

to leave a ship
like that behind.

He could've sailed it
back to Nassau
with a few dozen men.

Less.

Why don't we go in closer,
see what's what?

What if they're
in distress?

Alter our course
to close with her.

Bear away to port.

Bear away to port!

What?

You'll lose our advantage
in this wind.

Delay our return to Nassau
by a day, maybe two.

And we're in dire
need of resupply.

Short on foodstuffs,
very short on shot.

That storm
in the southwest
isn't dying away.

And we dawdle,
we'll find ourselves

right in
the middle of it.

And there's a good chance
that that ship we're about
to approach

is quiet because all its men
are below deck with a plague.

You think I should've
tried to talk them
out of this.

Yeah.

You rally the men
to fight behind the idea

that these are days
in which all of Nassau
must stand together.

Either that
means something
or it doesn't.

And how the hell
would I argue the latter,

just so we could
avoid a delay?

These days any man
who can sew a black flag

and get 10 fools
to follow him
can take a prize.

They can take it
because of the fear

that I and men like me
have instilled in their prey.

But they can't do
what I can do.

They're not
built for it.

And sooner or later,
they'll be exposed.

Any fool who followed
Hallendale

deserves whatever end
they got in his company.

You were right.
This war is getting
more dangerous.

The strong among us
must stand together
and face it.

But the fools
and the pretenders...

they were never truly
among us to begin with.

As their quartermaster,
it's your decision.

But that's how I might've
argued it to my men...

to avoid
unnecessary delay.

Bring your captain on!

There's no damage.

Longboats are gone.

Looks like they just
up and left her here.

Sweep the hold before
the captain goes across
just in case there's--

"We die alone."

Someone get me a glass.

Fresh water's
been pumped out.

Food stores as well.

They've scavenged
half the rig to anchor
this far from shore.

They marooned him,
left him for dead.

Seawater.

Bastard went mad.

The whole crew,
every man,

all decide
to maroon him

and they go
to this much effort
to do it in deep water

rather than keeping
the ship and leaving
him ashore?

Why the fuck
would they do that?

We need to get out of here.

What is it?

Get out of here now.

- Sail!
- Sail!

Heading?
Headed this way!

East-southeast!

Get us underway!

Do it now!

British colors.

Not Navy.

She's a hunter.

Carrying 50 guns,
maybe more.

It's already a mile
inside the horizon.

Must've been trailing us
with her sail reduced
until we took the bait.

Drew us into a position
where he's got
the weather gauge.

Landmass to the west,
storm to the south,

and no point of sail
on which we can outrun her.

Someone get me a chart!
Chart for the captain!

Full and by
on the starboard tack
as close as you can.

Can we fight her?
Behind the wind?

With barely a broadside
worth of shot on hand?

We won't stand a chance.

We may not have a choice.

We got all the money
in the world.

Maybe we could find a room
that ain't in the middle
of a whorehouse.

I own a tavern, a brothel,
a tanner, a butcher--

interests in a dozen other
concerns on the street.

I am the one they come to here
when they need things,

want things, fear things.

In another time
and another place,
they would call me a queen.

I built this from nothing.

And none of it is real.

What ain't real
about it?

Because it is built upon
things I cannot control,
cannot predict.

It is built on sand.

And when the day comes
when that foundation shifts,

when civilization returns,

do you know what they
will call me then?

The whore
that lost everything.

I like it in this room.

Reminds me that nothing
has changed yet.

You saying
this ain't real?

Of course it is.

The fort
will be repaired.

If he says it,
he'll do it.

When you first opened that door
and showed me the Urca gold,

do you know what I saw?

A solution.

The mortar that would secure
the sand beneath our feet.

The thing I could offer
to England or Spain

or whomever arrived
here and threatened
to reorder things,

and say, "Take this
and leave me be."

Everything is dependent
upon that gold,

and right now it is
sitting in a fort

with no guns
and full of holes.

Charles is gonna agree
to Jack's plan.

In a month,
the fort will be whole.

Made so by slave labor?

Has it not occurred
to anyone

that if Jack has not
been able to persuade men
to repair the fort,

it is even less likely
he will be able to persuade
them to defend it?

The fuck are you saying?

I am saying that if England
were to return right now,

there is nothing to stop them
from capturing that fort.

And so long as that gold
is inside it,

they will be capturing
our futures along with it.

The gold must be
removed from the fort

whether Jack wants it or not.

You're getting awful close

to doing the one thing
you said you'd never do.

Don't ask me
to take sides
between you and him.

It doesn't matter.
Can't be done.

There's a reason
it's up there
in the first place.

There's no other place
to put it and secure it.

Not in its current form, no.

Heave! Heave!

He's well
within range.

Then why
isn't he firing?

Closing in, making sure
he doesn't miss.

And he doesn't
need to rush.

There's nothing
we can do to stop it.

On this side of that coast,

he'll always be faster,
more maneuverable.

Whoever that is
out there, he has us.

Bullshit.

That man
has a goddamned answer
for everything.

He's working on
an answer for this.

She's opening
her gun ports!

Gun crews, prepare
to return fire!

Gun crews at the ready!

Cartridge.

Gun crews ready!

Crew of the Walrus!

In my capacity as duly
appointed servant

of His Majesty
King George the First,

I address you directly.

Hornigold.

Time is short,
so I will be plain

and offer you
the same terms as accepted

by the late
Captain Hallendale's men.

Surrender,
and I am authorized

to offer you full,
unqualified pardons.

Your ship will
be commandeered

and you will be given
a choice of either
entering into my service

or being set free
at the nearest
convenient port,

your names cleared
and your accounts squared.

Refuse and I shall
grant no quarter.

Do you think
they'll take it?

I don't care.

Make the guns ready.

There'll be
no battle today.

Our disadvantage
is too great.

But what price surrender?

To beg forgiveness
from a thing that took
my woman from me?

My friend?

Murdered her,

displayed her body
for their amusement.

I can walk away
from this fight
if I just sign my name

beneath a solemn oath
never again to do
violence against it.

No.

Not after all
it has taken from me.

Not after all
it has taken from you.

I will do great violence

against that thing.

They say they will
pardon us all,

but I say
to offer to pardon

something one fears
is the act of a coward.

To offer them in volume

suggests that their fear of us
is becoming unmanageable,

that we have shown them
what we are capable of

and it terrifies them.

Do any of you
want to surrender
to men who fear you?

Lay down arms
in a battle that
we are winning?

Neither do I.

Fuck Benjamin Hornigold,

his king,
and their pardons.

This war
isn't nearly over.

We're not fighting,
and we're not surrendering.

So what are we doing?

We're going that way.

That's a ship killer.

Then he'd be mad
to follow us into it,
then, wouldn't he?

Billy, soon as he makes
his break to fire, we run.

Port side batteries
are readied.

Let's encourage them
to see reason.

Prepare to head up
and bring us into
position to fire.

Now.

Now!

There she goes!
She's winding up!

Hard to port.

What the hell
is he doing?

He'll end up
in the middle
of that storm.

Hold on!

There.
Hold her there.

- Fire!
- Fire!

Bring us hard to port.
Make a course to pursue her.

Make sure the hatches
are fully battened.

Secure the lashings.

Mr. Silver, we got hits
all along the starboard side.

When we reach that weather,
we're gonna be taking on
water down here.

Well, seal it up
as best you can.

I'll be down
to lend a hand soon.

It isn't just him.

What?

Captain Hume said
it took him

every ounce of leverage
he could muster

to secure
just 10 pardons.

And now Hornigold
holds 80 of them.

Maybe Flint's right.
Maybe they are getting
nervous.

Or maybe someone else
secured them for him.

Someone larger
than Hume or Hornigold.

Someone to whom the rules
as we understand them
don't apply.

Flint was right
about one thing.

This is only
the beginning.

Something else
is coming.

Judge: "For years you
lorded over the operations

of hundreds,
if not thousands,
of hardened pirates.

How exactly were you
able to manage this?"

Accused:
"One day at a time,
I suppose."

I enjoyed that.

There is a funny thing
about notoriety,

and I have a little
experience with this.

The more people
know of you,

the more of you
those people feel
belongs to them.

Now, right now,
there is a barrister

who feels
entitled to say,

"I am the one
who convicted
Eleanor Guthrie."

A judge who wants to say,
"I was the one who hanged her."

A throng of people outside--

"I was the one
who cheered as she swung."

They all feel entitled
to a part of your story.

And it's a hell of a story.

So you can imagine
how difficult it was for me

to arrange it
so that I could say,

"I am the one
who set her free."

Who the fuck are you?

My name
is Woodes Rogers,

and I am the next governor
of New Providence Island.

Well, assuming
I can subdue her.

That is
where you come in.

I am to set sail
for the West Indies
in two days' time.

I am prepared.

But the one element
I lack is knowledge,

someone who
understands Nassau

and can help me know
what I'm going to find there.

If you agree
to be that person for me,

your sentence
will be commuted

and the charges
against you released.

And what would you
ask of me?

I understand
it is an uncomfortable
position for you,

feeling like you're
betraying people you've
known so closely--

Specifically,
what would I have to do?

To begin with?

A list.

The names of those
on the island

who could
be made allies,

those who would
be harder to sway.

You want to civilize
Nassau?

That is the only name
you need concern
yourself with.

As long as he is alive,
you cannot succeed.

Your slaves
are making progress.

You know I take
no pleasure in it.

If there were
any other way--

Jack, if I thought it
gave you any pleasure,

I'd have killed you
the moment you suggested it.

Hmm.

The first moment
I saw it on the beach,

I thought, "My God,

the things I'm going
to build with this."

A city...

alive in a place
it has no right to be,

in defiance of all reason
and refusing to be dislodged,

but growing and...

a place that,
50 years hence
and when I'm long gone

would force the world
to acknowledge

Jack Rackham was here.

I swear to God,
when I sit here long enough,

I can hear it
laughing at me.

You don't have
to be here, you know.

I have made it clear
to all involved

they are to be
treated fairly.

You think if you refrain
from beating them,
it's any better?

It isn't the violence.

It isn't the labor
or the hunger

or the heat
or the chains.

You know what those men
fear right now?

It's the unknown.

Lash that comes
from nowhere

for reasons
never explained.

A visit from the taskmaster
in the dead of night.

But I remember
that fear.

Right now,
I feel it returning.

What we're doing here,

sitting on Spain's gold
on England's island,

demands a response.

What that response will be,

what form it will take,

what face it will wear...

...by the time
we do know it,

there will be no time

to prepare for the blow
that follows.

Hmm.

Excuse me, sir.

I wonder if you could help me
locate an old friend of mine.

His name
is Charles Vane.

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