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- (Blackbeard groans)
- Stede Bonnet: Yes!

(light music playing)

Yes, I'm here!

- (Blackbeard mumbles, groans)
- What is it? What is it?

I thought I lost you.

(groaning)

- (grunts)
- (wails) Ahh! Ahh.

Oh, God! Did you
mean to do that?

Think you broke my nose!

- Was that on purpose? Ed?
- (cheery theme music plays)

Alright, everyone. Great to
see us all together here again.

What happened to your face?

Bet Blackbeard did
that, didn't he?

Uh, it was an accident.

- (crew scoffs) - Okay? I think
Ed just sat up too quickly.

- That's what they all say.
- As you know, he's gone through quite the ordeal,

and he does need to
regain his strength.

Yeah. He'll probably get around
to killing you after he's rested.

Lucius: Yeah, I'd say it's
a pretty obvious mistake

- letting him get strong again.
- Yes. Hello?

Kick him off the ship already!

- Facts, facts!
- Stede: Hey, hey, hang on.

We don't just banish
people, do we?

That's not us.

Let's give him some time,
perhaps to rebound a bit.

Uh, medically speaking,
the man can't speak,

and his brain is maybe couscous.

Also, gonna need
that steak back.

- It's dinner.
- Right. Yes, aye.

Uh, maybe we should
put it to the vote.

(sighs) Do we have
to do this now?

(all agreeing, shouting)

Buttons (echoing):
Hello there, traveler.

You've been down to the
gravy basket, haven't you?

Been down there a
few times myself.

Did ya have a vision?

(unsettling music playing)

(Blackbeard groans)

Hey.

Oh... he's seen better
days, hasn't he?

At least he's still
got both legs!

Yes!

Oh, he can't hear
you, he's got no head.

You've got a head, though,

which you should...

- look after.
- What do you want, Bonnet?

Uh, well, here's the thing.

The crew, they're in a bit
of a deadlock over the whole

banishment of Ed thing,

and I just thought,
seeing as, well,

you were the one who
kept his body aboard,

maybe you should weigh in.

You've already
murdered him once.

Seems like a pretty
good payback. (chuckles)

So, what do you think?

My vote?

A rotten leg's got to come off.

Right.

Just to confirm, was that a
nay or yay on the banishment?

So! We, the crew of "The
Revenge," have voted

and we've chosen
banishment, unfortunately.

So, uh, yeah.
Effective immediately.

Your complimentary dinghy
awaits you portside.

- Now leave, please.
- Fuck off.

Alright. Rude.

- Oluwande: Uh, uh...
- (laughs) Fuck you.

It's the first time I've been
on this side of a walk of shame.

- Way to make this awkward, bruh.
- Shitty sailing with you.

You're making it really
hard to look up to you, man.

Hey, made you this
sandwich, uh, for the trip.

Don't you want your sammie?

Ed? Say something, at least.

(Blackbeard sighs)

You're not a fuckin' mermaid.

- (Blackbeard grunts)
- What?

(water splashes)

I'm no mermaid?
What does that mean?

(scoffs) Pay him no heed.

He's still half dead.

Here. Walk with
me over yonder.

I'll explain.

I'm huntin' for a vessel.

So's I can turn into a bird.

Alright. Fine. Yeah.

Let's do it.

- (light music playing)
- Blackbeard: So...

here I go again on my own.

Fuck off, nature.

Walkin' down the only
road I've ever known.

Like a gyp...

A wolf.

(rabbit squeaks)

♪♪

Are you a friend, Wolf?

I don't even know why I got
this one. It's a big spider.

I don't even like spiders,
but I thought maybe

I'd be able to get
over my fear of spiders

if I got a big
spider on my hand.

But every time I look
at it, I freak out.

So that's why I wear those
black leather gloves.

God, look how much
I'm opening up to you.

(sighs) I feel like I've just
found my new best friend.

We're just like two
lone wolves, you and me.

It's a very rare thing,

to find someone who
understands you.

You'll always be
safe with me. Okay?

- (rabbit squeals)
- (gasps, yells)

What the fuck? What the
fuck?! Who the fuck did that?!

- Teach?
- Read?

- What the fuck? (laughs)
- Oh. Oh, my God. (laughs) Ah!

Stede: Well, it really
does sound like hell,

this gravy bucket thing.

Betwixt hell and high
heaven, to be more precise.

So he escaped, but now
he's sort of unmoored?

Aye. Can't tell what's real

and what's the basket anymore.

Ooh!

♪♪

They'll have a beaut
of a vessel in there.

♪♪

Hello! Are these
things for sale?

They are available, yes.
For lovers of beauty.

Well, uh, my friend
is looking for a bowl.

Specifically, somethin' suitable

for an avian
transmogrification ceremony.

Stede: Ah, yes, he's, uh,
turning into a bird, apparently.

Huh. Well, you might wanna check
down yonder by the headboards.

Have a little dig around.

- Superb.
- (chuckling scoff)

Oh, my God. This is a
Louis XIV Giltwood console!

Look at the detailing!
That is exquisite.

Don't you have an
incredible eye?

Anne Bonny. Collector.

Stede Bonnet. Lover of beauty.

- (laughs)
- Mary Read: Annie!

Look who I fuckin' found.

Where's my Annie fuckin' Bonny?

Eddie motherfucking Teach!

- Oh!
- Oh, my darling! Fuck.

-(sing-songy) Good to see you. Yes, it is.
-(Anne mumbles along)

Hello, Edward.

(sighs) Jesus
Christ. Here we go.

Hi.

(chickens clucking)

I wasn't looking
for you, by the way.

- Uh...
- Oh, mate, I don't care if you were.

Wait, you two know each other?

- What are the fuckin' odds?
- Very high, apparently.

- Shipmates. (laughs)
- Former.

Huh.

- Well, you should both stay for dinner.
- Mary: Yeah.

Oh, I, I don't wanna make
him feel uncomfortable.

Him? Hey, look, you
do whatever you want.

You're good at that.

Um, I mean, I could.

Potentially, I
could... have dinner.

Whatever.

- Whatever.
- Whatever.

Is it just me or does the
energy around here seem off?

By "the energy," do we mean him?

- (birds cawing)
- (startled) Ooh!

Roach: Or him?

Well... mythical creature?

Anything to say for yourself?

(yells) Fuck you!

Or them?

- (scrubbing)
- (grunting)

Frenchie: Do you
still see blood?

Yeah. We'll get it.
Just keep scrubbing.

(shushes) They're
lookin' this way.

-They've got... (whispers) a feral quality.
-Roach: Mm-hmm.

I hate to say it,

but I think Blackbeard
really messed them up.

- Wee John Feeney: Hm.
- I think I know what we should do for them.

They just need to be reminded

that they have value.

-Wee John: Mm-hmm.
-And that this is a... safe space.

Sea la madre, they're
definitely planning something.

- Yeah.
- Sharp, innit.

It's gonna be really disappointing
if we kill them in self-defense.

- (sighs) Yeah.
- Great scrubbing.

- So clean. (laughs)
- Oh.

Mary: So, the jail guard,

with the most beautiful
eyes I've ever seen,

pulls his entire
fuckin' face off.

Turns out, this one had
sliced the face off some Brit

- and come to my rescue. (laughs)
- (chuckles) Wow.

Now that-that's, that's romance.

The trick is, you gotta
slice, cut while ya peel.

Most people, they
try to muscle it,

and that's how ya tear a face.

Quite the shift, going
from wearing people's faces

to becoming antique collectors.

So, what about you
two? How did you meet?

Well, I'd been gut-stabbed,

and he just so
happened upon the ship

I was bleeding out on.

- Nice.
- Yes. Ed saved my life, actually.

Well, actually, um, I was
planning on killing him myself.

- Anne: Mm.
- Blackbeard: Burning his face off,

taking his identity,
the whole lot.

But he decided I wasn't
going to doggie heaven.

More like I relented.

And for a short time
after that, at least,

we sailed the seas happily.

Until he completely boned it.

(whispers) Can we
not do this now?

(whispers) Can do
it anytime I like.

- (cuckoo clock chirps)
- Fuckin' clock.

Bollocks! I gotta
go check on dinner.

- (goat bleats)
- What happened to your beard?

I liked it when it
was longer better.

Well, I got the crazy
notion to shave it off.

- Immediately regretted it.
- Anne Bonny: Mary!

Come and help me.
This rabbit is fucked!

- (clanking in kitchen)
- Mary: Coming!

Fuckin' have to do
everything around here.

Fuckin' kill the rabbit,
fuckin' cook the rabbit.

Fuck's sake.

For what it's worth,
I like your beard.

The length.

(clanking)

(softly) Thank you.

(inhales) Um,

Buttons was saying something
about a, a gravy bowl,

and... you're
half-dead or something.

- Mary: You really screwed it up this time.
- I'm fine.

- (laughter from kitchen) - And maybe don't
listen to a man who's becoming a bird.

- Mary: Don't touch me!
- Anne: Oh, I do as I please.

- (groaning)
- (slicing)

- There ya go, how's that?
- (items breaking)

What the hell?

Sorry. Sorry. Dinner's
gonna be a minute.

Uh, someone forgot to take the
intestines out of the rabbit.

Nobody minds a bit of
shit on their rabbit.

- Top up?
- Blackbeard: Yeah.

Ooh. Uh, you've,
you've got a thing.

- Huh?
- On your... In your back.

You got something sticking
outta your shoulder.

Oh. Fuck me. (chuckles)

Do you want a hand with that?

No. Annie put it in there,

Annie can take it out.

(flirtatious) Aw,

you want me to take
it out now, do you?

(flirtatious) Aw, is
there a fuckin' echo

in the room, is there?

- (laughs) Get over here.
- Ooh.

- Flick it.
- Ow!

- Yeah. Flick it.
- Ooh!

- Anne: How's that? How's that?
- Mary: Ow. Ooh!

- Anne: How's that?
- (Mary moans)

Anne: Six inches of silver

- in your scapula.
- Um...

- Anne: Ooh, it's inside.
- Oh.

Anne: How lovely
and deep that is.

We could leave if
you want some...

- Mary: Oh! Oh.
- Privacy.

Alright, you lot.
Just this way.

Oh, you gotta close your eyes

- 'cause it's a surprise.
- Oh, yeah, right.

We're not too much into
surprises these days.

Fair enough.

Anyway, brace yourselves.

(inhales) Ta-da!

- (screaming)
- Fuck!

Guys, it's called a pine-ata.

Yeah. Y-You... So, you just
pull this string and then...

And then ya try to
hit it with a stick!

(screams)

- Time for blindfolding.
- (screams) Stay the fuck away from me!

You won't want to stay the
fuck away from this cake!

(battle cries)

- God's sake, take it away!
- (all screaming)

Stede: There's quite
a bit of rabbit poop,

but I think we can salvage it.

You're sensitive, aren't you?

Hm? You appreciate things.

You have taste.

Eddie was crazy to let you go.

(inhales) I'm not
sure either of us...

have let go, exactly.

(coughing)

Real smooth. (coughing)

Slowing down, old man.

So... (exhales) what was
up with all the stabbing?

Just something we do.
Keeps things fresh.

- (chickens clucking)
- Stede stabbed me once.

- (screaming)
- (groans)

- (laughing)
- Had to make him do it.

(inhales) He's so fragile.

- You've got a type.
- Type?

- (Mary laughs)
- No, I don't.

Artsy outsider was
always your thing.

- Bullshit.
- You're caught up in this whirlpool,

- just like me and Annie.
- (spits, coughs)

I just didn't belong
back with my old life.

Mary and the kids.

And that was the second
time you left your wife,

- was it?
- (softly) Ex-wife.

It feels funny to say that.

You're a heartbreaker, Stede.

Oh, I, I don't know about that.

I mean... I may have
wounded a heart or two.

Coy boy. Wound this.

- Oh, they're gonna be so jealous.
- Um, I'm... Look,

- I-I honestly I-I...
- Mm.

Nah. Knock off.
Pile of junk... Ooh!

Stede: Buttons! U-Uh,
you're still here?

(in deep voice) Eureka.

- Um, th-this is not what it looks like.
- (Anne groans)

I-I had a sore back
and she's, she's, uh...

- (Anne groaning)
- medically trained?

(stomach gurgling)

- Are you alright?
- I don't feel good.

(groaning)

(groans) Aw, look,
she poisoned me.

- What?
- (Anne retches)

(retching)

One half of this room has some
serious emotional problems.

- And it's not us.
- Well, it's not us!

Right, so, is everybody else's arms
and various limbs getting tired?

- Roach: Mm-hmm.
- Yep.

Alright, look.
Look, look, look.

I think there's actually an
easier way to resolve this.

Yes? Right. So, you all think
that we're plottin' against you?

- (crew members agreeing) - Which,
in hindsight, m-maybe was inaccurate.

- I don't know. You tell me.
- Okay. So, can we all agree

to just, to just not
jump the other crew

and-and solve this
as fuckin' adults?

You're saying this is like
a... space that is... safe?

- Black Pete: Yeah.
- Yeah, babe.

- Wee John: I love that.
- A safe space.

(all agreeing)

A lot has gone unsaid.

I think now is a
great time to discuss

- lingering issues. Mm?
- Yeah, yeah, absolutely.

Um, can we talk about the, the
fucked up sleeping arrangements?

- Because, ugh!
- Wee John: Excuse me.

Do you even have
a name, new guy?

Yeah, "Fuck You" is her name.

Hey, stupid name for a person.

You know my name is Archie.

(all shouting)

(legs clattering)

Ah! It's done!

Maybe next time he'll
think twice about

not doing his
fucking j... (grunts)

- (all exclaim)
- (Izzy groaning)

Fuck off, twats!
Leave me alone.

I'm already gone.

You're born alone,
you die alone.

You're born alone,
you die alone.

Yeah, he's definitely more
disturbed than any of us.

- (all agreeing) - Izzy:
You're born alone, die alone...

Rabbit's delicious, hon.

- So tender.
- Mm.

So glad you love it, my darling.

- Mm.
- Oh, and I got the gift you left me

in my glass, earlier.

How's the rabbit, guys?

It's lovely.

- I can barely taste the shit.
- Buttons: Mm!

I can tell this rabbit was
actually quite intelligent, huh?

From the texture.

So, Stede... what's it
like being back at sea?

- It's really nice. Yeah.
- Mary: Mm.

I-I missed it.

Yeah, you must have. 'Cause
you left your wife twice.

Wait, what?

You left me for Mary.

Look, I-I was going to
tell you. It's just...

- Ed.
- One second. (clears throat)

(Mary laughs)

(whispers) I told
you in confidence.

Ed?

Ed...

can I please explain?

Please, take the blanket off.

Blackbeard: Fuck off. Go away.

You can't blame me for not
telling you about Mary.

Yes, I can. I'm
blaming you right now.

- I'm blaming the fuck outta you.
- Well, it's not fair.

- You hardly gave me a chance to say anything.
- Fair?!

Know what's not fair?

You ditching me without
a note or anything,

then expecting me to just
melt back into your arms

soon as you pop your
fuckin' head up.

I never expected that.

I never expected
a headbutt either,

- but I received one.
- Ugh, God. Yeah, throw that back

- in my face now, too.
- I will actually

- because it bloody well hurt!
- Nice. Nice one. Good!

I'm glad it fuckin' hurt!
It was supposed to hurt!

That's the point of headbutts!

- Alright.
- Ugh, I'm such a fuckin' idiot.

(sighs) I trusted you.

(sniffles) I
trusted us. (scoffs)

But I was just a whim.
Yeah, just a whim to you.

Another plaything like your, your
fancy toy unicorn boat and your wife.

I was a whim to you... Yeah.

You were gonna burn
my face off, remember?

I got over that pretty
quick, didn't I?

(sighs) We were moving so fast.

We're both whim-proned.

And two people prone to whims
shouldn't just run off to China.

I was all in, mate.

- I was all in.
- (sighs) I panicked.

Then you shaved your
beard off, for me,

- and...
- Again with the beard.

I'm sorry if my horrible,
naked chin disgusts you

- so much.
- I love your chin.

Naked or otherwise.

- Ed.
- Don't.

- I love...
- No, don't.

You don't get to say that to me.

- I love everything about you.
- (Blackbeard groans)

You don't have to
say it back to me.

(light music playing)

I'm not about to.

I love being near you.

It's nice. It feels good.

Breathing the same air.

- (laughter)
- (clanking)

"Breathing the same..."

Oh, my God, it was
so fucking earnest.

Oh, it worked. Have you
guys even had sex yet?

- (scoffs) That is private.
- That's none of your business.

-Oh, I called it! I fucking called it!
-You fucking called it!

- Mary: You've not even given each other a handy?
- A little tickle?

- Excuse me. Our private lives are our private lives, alright?
- What are you talking about?

Anne: I'll tell you
what, though, Ed.

I think he might like the ladies

'cause he gave me
a proper tonguing

- in the kitchen.
- Mary: Ooh!

No, she kissed me

right before she threw up.

- Oh! You bloody devil.
- (laughs) I know.

- I'm sorry, love.
- I know exactly what's happening here.

I know what's goin'
on. It's a game.

This is just a
sick game for them,

and now we're part of it.

I would've expected as much from
Anne here, who's a fucking psycho!

- Hey!
- Stede: Come on!

- Ya steal people's faces.
- That's right.

And you, Mary, what the
fuck happened to you?

We moved to a swamp

to sell fucking antiques
to fuckin' no one.

We get our fun where we can!

What?!

We can leave any time.

It's you who is scared that you're
too old to go back to pirating.

- I never fuckin' said...
- Yes, she did!

- Bitch!
- Don't you say that fucking word!

Bitch, please. Why don't
you go and dust some

- end tables or something?
- (Anne screams)

- (cuckoo clock chirps)
- (Mary yells)

(clock stops)

Been wanting to do
that for fuckin' years.

- Nice. Really healthy.
- Well done, Mary.

I bet Anne really loved that
ugly piece of shit clock.

Oh. Are you a
united front now?

You lightweights.

You fuckin' 14-year-old boys.

(panting) Me and Annie,

we're what an adult
relationship looks like.

- (Stede snorts) - Adult?
The fuck you talkin' about?

Really? I mean,
she stabbed you,

you poisoned her, and then
she jumped on my face.

Just you watch.

You're hot for each other now,

but eventually, your charms'll
lose impact and become annoyances.

The mystery? Gone. The
magic? In the wind.

Fun and games are
all that's left.

The only distraction to the last
unknown in your relationship:

which of you will
slump over first?

(flames crackling)

There. I torched it all.

- (fire crackling)
- Anne: We're free.

You didn't... Y-You...

Even the little posh tables
and that big cupboard thingy?

Yeah, the armoire.

Everything must go.

(romantic music playing)

You are so... fucking
hot right now.

I know.

Yeah. Your house is on fire!

♪♪

- Oh, shit. Come on.
- See you, guys.

- Hold it.
- I am holding it.

Uh, um, sorry, and
twist it a bit, please?

- (Jim groans)
- Yeah, that's the one.

- Ooh, yeah, yeah.
- Ah. Alright.

Well, that's quite
lovely, innit?

Yeah. Gold paint's
a nice touch.

I thought it'd be overkill, but.

Yeah, but will it
be load-bearing?

'Cause (scoffs) that
would be embarrassin'.

(tense music playing)

And you? What's your excuse?

I mean, what even are you?

- (knocking at door)
- Fuck off.

- (knocking at door)
- Fuck off!

- (glass breaks)
- You are harassing a cripple!

Fucking twats! (panting)

(sniffles)

(light music playing)

(crying)

(sniffles)

Fucking cocksuckers.

(reciting incantation)

Goddess, devour me.
Balmy water. Balmy water.

Slick my bones.
Spoiled boiled eggs.

Wa-ka-ka-ka.
Wa-ka-ka-ka. Wa-ka-ka-ka.

Lotta your friends are
troubled, aren't they?

Yeah. Ya know,
they're all pirates.

True.

(fire roaring)

What are you gonna do tonight?

Tonight? I don't know.

I was gonna stay with them,

but I don't know.

Maybe I'll just crash in
the trees or somethin'.

- Well, I mean...
- Well, I was thinking if you wanted to,

- I mean, I could ask...
- Well, no, you shouldn't have to...

-Sorry, you go.
-Oh, no, you go. No, sorry.

- Nah, you. No, you.
- Um, okay. (inhales)

I was just gonna say I
could put it to the crew,

and if you wanted to stay
one more night on the ship,

ya know, extenuating
circumstances and all that.

- (softly) Yes.
- What's that?

Uh, it might be nice.

(excitedly) Great!

(animals scatter)

-Yeah.
-(nonchalantly) I mean, yeah. Wait there.

- The sea is my love.
- Jesus Christ.

You're still here.
I forgot about you.

But there is a cruel limit
to the passion I can share

with Her Majesty in
this current form.

No offense, man, but, uh, I just
need you to not be weird right now.

To love the sea as
she must be loved,

- requires change.
- Oh, my God.

That's what I learned

down in the old gravy basket.

Here, hold that.

♪♪

(speaks indistinctly)

♪♪

(chants indistinctly)

Earth, wind, and fire,
reassemble upon Her Majesty.

I wanna go higher.

Okay.

(sighs)

Buttons, people don't change,

not into birds or otherwise.

- (rustling)
- Buttons?

Buttons? Hey.

Enough fuckin' around, mate.
You're not a fucking... bird.

(bird caws)

("Seabird" by Alessi
Brothers playing)

♪ There's a road
I know I must go ♪

Fuck yeah, brother.

Fly.

Oh, Ed.

- Ooh.
- Hey, um, can you come with?

It's getting a bit dark,
and I-I can't, actually...

I can't find my way
back to the ship.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, comin'.

(Blackbeard panting)

Hey! Buttons turned
into a seagull!

- What?
- Yeah, he flew off.

♪♪

♪ I don't listen to
the news no more ♪

♪ Like an unwound clock, you
just don't seem to care ♪

♪ This world isn't big enough
to keep me away from you ♪

♪ Oh, from you ♪

- ♪ Seabird, seabird, fly
home ♪ - (seagull cawing)

♪ Seabird, seabird, fly home ♪

♪ Like a lonely seabird ♪

♪ You've been away
from land too long ♪

♪ Oh, too long ♪

♪ Suddenly, you're with me ♪

♪ Turn and you're not there ♪

♪ Like a ghost, you haunt me ♪

♪ You find warmth
in a one-night bed ♪

♪ Sunsets, full moons
don't turn you on ♪

♪ Like an untied dog,
you just had to run ♪

♪ Like a lonely seabird ♪

♪ You've been away
from land too long ♪

♪ Oh, no, too long ♪

♪ Sail on, seabird ♪

♪ Seabird, seabird ♪

I won't be eatin' this
way when I'm a bird.

- You won't, will you?
- Buttons: No.

Pescatarian, he calls it.

(Mary chuckles, inhales)

So there's another Mary?

(exhales) You ask me,

it's like a non-stop
knockin' shop on that ship.