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VANE: The governor has
everything he needs

and no reason to suspect
anything is amiss.

If we can intercept
that caravan,

we can secure both the money
to start our war

and the partner
to help us fight it.

BONNY: Either we get
Jack and the cache...

or we get nothing.

Where's Vane?

The militia arrived
before he could get away.

We had no choice but to run.

FLINT: Charles Vane
swinging over Nassau

is a statement we cannot
afford to be made.

You cannot stay. I'll go back
and address the situation.

By the time I'm through,

the governor won't be able
to hang Vane

out of fear
of losing the street.

Set a course
to intercept her.

That ship will be upon us
in two hours. Maybe less.

ELEANOR: I know you now.
I trust you now.

I love you now. So I will
tell you the absolute truth

about how I'm going to react
when faced with the thing

sitting in that cell
in your fort...

I honestly don't know.

♪

♪

[ men shouting ]

[ waves crashing ]
[ distant men talking ]

[ door opens ]

We're not far now.

We should be sighting
the island soon.

And Hornigold?

He's two miles astern,
give or take.

Managed to keep ahead of him
through the night.

It will be tight ferrying everyone
ashore before he's upon us,

but, uh, Mr. Silver has
suggested a radical solution.

I noticed that
you've locked it.

Do you mind me asking
who has the key?

Neptune.

I threw it over the side
a few hours ago.

If you're concerned about
the men stealing from it--

I am concerned about the men
stealing from it.

There's treasure
inside that box,

a handful of which could provide
a lifetime of prosperity.

Facing that kind
of temptation,

there are few men
I would trust to self-deny.

But it is not the treasure
that concerns me most.

Charles Vane's sacrifice
is in that box.

If your man is unsuccessful
in seeing to his rescue,

Charles Vane's death
is inside that box.

Along with my good name.

Along with her lost love.

Along with your late
quartermaster's life.

All the awful sacrifices made
to assemble that box

are now part of its contents,

and those things...

are sacred things
that I trust in no man's hands.

The next time
that chest is opened

will be after Anne and I
walk away with it,

And once the smoke
is cleared...

and all is done.

Captain, it's time.

[ lock clatters ]

[ soft footsteps ]

[ distant door closes ]

[ breathing deeply ]

"I, Charles Vane,
do hereby plead guilty

to the charges of treason
and high seas piracy.

I understand that
the sentence for my crimes

is to be hanged by the neck
until dead.

It is my hope that in
exchange for this plea

I might be spared
the humiliation

of a public trial,

and that my execution
be carried out...

privately and mercifully."

At noon tomorrow, you'll be
transported under guard to the bay,

where you'll be boarded
onto the Shark

and sent to London to face
a Court of the Admiralty.

Agree to this plea, and the
governor will endorse it.

We'll see to it
that it is heard favorably

and your experience in London
will be short and dignified.

Refuse to sign it, and your
experience will be anything but.

You came all the way down here
to ask me to beg for mercy?

What a fantasy
this must have been for you.

Well, even if I did sign that,

we both know how empty
the victory would be,

seeing as you
don't give a shit

about my piracy
or my treason.

The only crime of mine
that angers you

is the one that
no one else cared enough about

to even call a crime.

Am I wrong?

Is the murder of Richard Guthrie
mentioned anywhere on that page?

You fucking coward.

When Charles Vane
takes something from a man,

he looks him in the eye and
gives him a chance to deny him.

It's all bullshit.

It was always bullshit.

You stole my father from me
in the dead of night

like a rank fucking cutpurse,

and you did it because you
weren't man enough to face me,

to show yourself.

So you found the lowest,
cruelest, weakest deed imaginable

and acted it out
upon an innocent man

with whom you had no quarrel...

...knowing that I had finally

begun to build something
with him,

that I was finally
able to see the good in him.

He was a shit.

What did you just say?

He was a cowardly,
selfish, treacherous shit

who cared only for himself
and for you not at all.

You know this.

All your life
you knew this.

Then suddenly he walks
back through your door,

tells you he can give you
all of the things you want,

tells you I'm your enemy,
and, just like that,

his love is sacred and mine
is a inconvenient obstacle

to your ambitions.

The life cycle
of your affections--

a man you love
who speaks the truth

shunted aside
in favor of the next

who will tell you
whatever you want to hear.

Goodbye, Charles.

He betrayed you, Eleanor.

When my men
brought him to me first,

he begged for mercy.

Then he promised
to make me rich.

But when he realized
neither had any effect,

he promised
to deliver you to me.

Promised to exchange
your life for his.

That is who
your father was, Eleanor.

And you know it's true.

[ grunting ]

[ Eleanor screams ]

[ breathing heavily ]

You're not a man.

You're deformed.
Unformed.

Flesh, bone, and bile,

and missing all that which takes
shape through a mother's love.

You cannot comprehend
what you took from me

or why it was good,

because there is
no goodness in you.

There is no humanity
in you,

no capacity
for compromise,

nor instinct
toward repair,

nor progress.

Nor forgiveness.

You are an animal.

Nassau is moving on
from you, and so am I.

[ Eleanor knocks ]

ELEANOR:
Open up.

[ door opens ]

[ door slams ]

What is this?

He insisted upon seeing
his senior counselors.

I see that. Why's he
doing it in his bedroom?

Because I confined him
to his bed.

Confined him?
He was fine a few hours ago.

He collapsed after you left.

I believe his fever
is worsening.

I will do what I can.

How long can we wait
for Captain Hornigold's return

before we can assume that he's
failed to seize Captain Flint's ship?

At which point
I must strongly urge

that we shift preparations

from retrieving
the stolen Urca treasure

to preparing for a Spanish
move against the island.

Gentlemen, if Captain Hornigold
fails to retrieve the cache,

then we will redouble
our efforts and try again.

However, when he returns,

it would be easier for me
to prosecute those efforts

if I am not dead
from exhaustion.

Now, your counsel
is invaluable,

but until I'm able
to recover my health,

I ask that all information
you need to relay to me

be done through
Ms. Guthrie here.

I beg your pardon, my lord.

On this issue, I need no
counsel, Mr. Soames, thank you.

Thank you all.

Go away.

[ coughs ]

You collapsed.

You saw him.

Yes.

I know what you took
with you into that cell.

I don't care
what happened.

Just tell me
whether you were able

to leave it behind
in that cell.

There is no
leaving it behind,

but I'm ready
to move forward.

♪

[ distant men shouting ]

[ shouting continues ]

MAN:
Depth at 14 fathoms!

MAN ♪2: Mr. De Groot,
depth at 14 fathoms.

FLINT: Hang the starboard
and stern anchors.

Hang the starboard
and the stern anchors.

He thinks
we've lost our minds.

Always a possibility.

Well, he's carrying
out the order,

so have to hope he sees
some credibility in it.

That or he doesn't
know how to say no

to the both of us
at the same time.

You still see some credibility
in the idea, don't you?

Are you fucking kidding me?

When I offered this suggestion,

I told you
it was just a suggestion.

You said it would work.

Well, it's a certainty
if we anchor and try and ferry

ourselves and all
our cargo ashore,

our long-boats
will be easy targets

for Hornigold's guns.

In the absence
of any better suggestions,

yours was worth a try.

Depth at 12 fathoms!

Depth at 12 fathoms!

Captain, both anchors
are hung and ready.

Awaiting your order.

Depth at 10 fathoms!

Why isn't he reducing sail?

Depth at eight fathoms!

Depth at eight fathoms!

Captain, if we miss our mark
by as little as a boat length,

it could be catastrophic.

He knows.

Depth at five fathoms!

Depth at five fathoms!

Hard to port,
Mr. Williamson.

Aye, sir.

Let fall the starboard anchor.

Take courses and topgallants.

Let go starboard anchor.

Let go of starboard
anchor, quickly.

[ ship creaking ]

Hard to starboard
if you please, Mr. Williamson.

Let fall the stern anchor.

On your stern anchor,
let fall!

Surge the stern cable.

Surge the bow.
Ready for impact.

[ rumbling ]
[ men grunt ]

Douse the topsails!

Open the gunports.

Take the courses and come
about on a starboard tack.

Break off
our pursuit, sir?

Unless you'd like to approach
into the teeth of his broadsides.

Bring us up the coast.

We'll deploy our men
onto the sand,

free of his great guns,

and then march them in to...

engage.

♪

Jesus.

Whoa. Whoa.

[ whickers ]

You know, my father
used to tell me

that when the world promises
undesirable outcomes,

only a fool believes
he can alter the latter

without first addressing
the state of the former.

Now, we are
living in a world

where Nassau
has embraced English rule,

where former pirates
now exchange pleasantries

with soldiers in the street,

and where the last man
to stand up and defy England

is about to be shipped
back there to be hanged.

And exactly no one
seems to give a shit about it.

So I'm here
to remedy all that.

Before we go any further, there's
something you need to know.

Circumstances
have changed in town

dramatically since Jack's escape
and Captain Vane's capture.

The governor knows
there was a spy

that made
the escape possible.

His people
are on high alert.

The street is anxious.

Getting that kind
of information again

may be impossible.

There'll be time
for spies again.

We're not up to that yet.

The first order of business

for which I will
need your help

is rescuing Captain Vane.

Rescuing?
There are a hundred redcoats

between him and the
front door of the fort.

Even if there was a way
to get to him,

he's set to be
shipped out tomorrow.

There isn't nearly time
to find it--

Of course there isn't.

So we need to make sure
they don't ship him out.

Not tomorrow, not ever.

We force them to try him here.

Buy ourselves days,
maybe weeks,

while they
figure out a process

and we find a plan
to set him free.

How?

How do we keep him
off the ship?

By making sure people
give a shit about it.

You sent for me?

Dr. Marcus says that
the stress of receiving visitors

is aggravating his condition,

so I will seal off
this room from today.

No one will be permitted in

other than myself
and the doctor.

As long as this state
of affairs is necessary,

I would like you
to tend to him.

Of course.

How long
has he been asleep?

He woke a few hours ago
just for a moment.

Did you inform him
of this plan to sequester him?

No.
Why not?

Because he looked at me
and addressed me as Sarah.

He thought I was his wife.

He was delirious
with fever.

If his condition changes,
please send word.

♪

[ man speaking
native language ]

Is that it?

FLINT:
It is.

How long before
their force arrives?

A few days for Captain Hornigold
to return to Nassau

and report that the cache
is defended by a small army.

Three days to muster
soldiers and supply ships.

A week, more or less,

before the governor's forces
arrive on our coasts.

Then we have much
preparation to do

and little time to do it.

What happened to him?

It was all
a misunderstanding.

What was that?

What was what?

You told me that that man was
taken to task by her bodyguard.

Was that not the case?

Dobbs assaulted him.

He believes him responsible

for choosing the men
to be interrogated by them.

I didn't mention it
to you because...

I don't know.
I just didn't.

But it's been sorted.

Good. Sorted how?

I had three men hold him down while
Dooley and Wayne administered a beating.

The message was received.
I'm quite certain.

Sorted.

[ speaks native language ]

We were successful.

The war we sought
will soon be under way.

On our terms.

I was there in Nassau,

and she's there.

Eleanor is there.

In a position
of great influence, they say,

at the right hand
of the governor.

She is one of them now.

I stood in Nassau
and I realized

when this war begins,

it will have
many different meanings,

but to you this war
is a civil war

between two cities
you held together for so long

with unseen bonds.

You will have people
on both sides of it.

You will have daughters
on both sides of it.

And I want you to know...

[ whispers softly ]

Only... you.

You have information
about the identity

of the spy
within our midst.

It's Idelle.

She's the one
that learned the secret route

for the governor's caravan.

The one that made possible
Captain Rackham's escape.

Have you told anyone
of this?

No.

Why not?

I beg your pardon, ma'am?

I know Eleanor engaged you
those months ago to watch me.

If you took
this information to her,

it would likely garner you
credit with her at my expense.

I know
you have considered it.

I am asking why
you did not do it.

Eleanor Guthrie
used that chair

not just
to vanquish her enemies,

but to create new ones.

Because some people can only
understand themselves

through the eyes
of those who hate them.

They thrive only
on sowing the seeds

of their own
eventual destruction.

Miss Guthrie
has new clothes now.

Miss Guthrie
has new friends now.

But to my eye,
she looks the same.

You think
I will outlast her here,

so you would cast your lot
with me and not her?

Something like that.
Yes, ma'am.

Will you please make sure, when
the governor's men visit the inn,

they are serviced
by girls you trust?

There will be no more information
seeping out of the inn.

Of course.

Will you tell her?
Miss Guthrie.

Will you inform her
of our suspicions

about the source
of the leak?

Davis-- Davis, you remember
the time the captain...

GUNN:
Do you know him?

I do not.

But Featherstone says he's one of the
most gifted purveyors of bullshit

he's ever met.

And a man determined, above
anything else in life, to be famous.

Which makes him
the perfect fit for us.

...stronger and safer
than ever was before.

What's he saying?

The governor wants him
to believe that Charles Vane

is the cause
of all their ill.

It's a lot easier
to watch a man swing

if you're comfortable
hating him just a little bit.

His task is to start
reminding everyone

there's someone else
out there

that they're far more
comfortable hating.

Who?

What is it?

When I sent for you, there
were approximately 20 of them.

In ten minutes,
it has grown two-fold.

What is he saying?

That the law and order
promised by the new regime

is little more than a veneer,

behind which Eleanor Guthrie
has returned

to settle old scores and restore her
tyranny over Nassau once again.

I hear they will threaten
to stand in the way

of any attempt to remove
Charles Vane off the island,

that if he's to be tried,
it must be here, in the open,

where they can see it
with their own eyes.

Fucking kidding me.

Vane is scheduled to be moved

from the fort to the Shark
in a few hours.

Chamberlain is making
arrangements right now.

Is there anything
you can do about this?

To dispel
what is building down there,

it is going
to require appeasement

or it is going
to require force.

Appeasement.
Hold his trial here.

To begin with,
the lawyers aren't even sure

that we have the authority
to do that

without a judge yet appointed,

and even if it were legitimate,

proceeding like that
would last weeks.

Dredge up a dark past just when
progress is so near at hand.

If the alternative
is an armed clash

between those men
and the dozens of soldiers

it would take to subdue them,

a little time
spent confronting the past

may be the lesser evil.

I can't believe
this is a coincidence--

a plot to steal the cache
followed so closely

by something
as choreographed as this.

I'll take this
to the governor.

You should be careful.

I understand the governor
has tasked you

with being his eyes and ears
while he convalesces.

In this particular instance,

you would be wise
to make sure,

whatever happens
to Captain Vane,

those men have no reason

to believe it happened
because of you.

Whatever happens will be
the governor's decision.

Of course.

Any change?
No.

May I have a moment
with him, please?

I warned you...

...the closer
you let me get to you,

the more dangerous
I would be.

I've never given a damn
what people think of me.

But I give a damn
what you think.

I hope that when you wake,

you will understand
why I did what I did,

you will see that it
was all I could think to do

to protect you...

the only way I know how.

[ birds squawking ]
[ dog barking ]

Any news?

They say it shouldn't
be long now

before Mr. Scott
leaves us.

We need to talk about that.

What about it?

We're about to enter
into a battle

where every man
must be behind us

as any man with motive
not to be so

could sink us.

It would seem
that you have made sure

that he has one.

If it'd gotten out,
what he did,

you would likely be stranded
back in Nassau.

Most of our men
would be dead,

and those that weren't

would be back
in those cages right now.

So you sent the vanguard to make
sure that he understood this?

To prevent him
from getting any ideas

about doing it again, yes.

If you have something to add,

you should
just fucking say it.

That's not why you did it.

Really? Would you like to
tell me why I did it, then?

Well, I wasn't there,

but, um, I'd hazard the guess

that you learned
of what had happened,

told him
how fucking stupid he was,

and in that moment,

he gave you a look
that amounted to something

less than contrite.

And in that moment,
you felt it.

Felt what?

Darkness.

Hate.

Showing indifference
to the authority

that you sacrificed
so much to acquire,

disdain for refusing
to acknowledge

that his actions,
had you not intervened,

would have led to an outcome

that he would have held you
responsible for reversing.

Pride.

Questioning what kind
of man you are

if you don't seek retribution
for the offense.

So what are you saying?

You saying
I went too far with him?

Maybe you went too far.

Maybe you didn't
go far enough.

Maybe you did it
just right.

The point is that
while you were doing it,

you heard a voice telling you
that disciplining him

would prevent him
from repeating the offense,

a voice
that sounded like reason,

and there was reason to it,

as the most compelling lies

are comprised almost
entirely of the truth.

But that's what it does.

Cloaks itself
in whatever it must

to move you to action.

And the more
you deny its presence,

the more powerful it gets,

and the more likely it is
to consume you entirely

without you ever
even knowing it was there.

Now, if you and I
are to lead these men together,

you must learn to know
its presence well

so that you may use it--
rather than it use you.

You have some experience
with this, I imagine,

living in fear
of such a thing within you?

Yeah, I do.

I can't tell
if this was a warning

or a welcome.

[ horn blowing ]

♪

I need to make an offering
at his burial.

Something of mine
that he can take with him.

I'm sorry. I...

I don't know what to say.

[ sobbing ]

[ frogs croaking ]

[ whickers ]

[ door opens ]

What?

I'm sorry. I didn't get
word until it was done.

I came immediately.

Well, what happened?

The crew of the Shark
is standing down.

The governor
has scrapped his plans

to move Captain Vane
off the island

and then scheduled
an accelerated trial

for the captain
here in Nassau.

Shit. When did they
schedule it to begin?

In the middle of the night.
Last night.

It's already happened.

You said there
was no judge appointed here.

It was supposed to take days before
they could start the process.

They appointed a judge,
they impaneled a jury.

It was over before
anyone knew it began.

Where is Vane now?

Still in the fort.

But when I left the street,

they were carrying the timber

to assemble a gallows
in the square.

They mean to hang him today.

[ pounding ]

ELEANOR: The governor is
still in need of bed rest,

but Dr. Marcus will inform us
when that situation changes.

Gentlemen.

When the governor arrived
and the island embraced him,

a bargain was struck.

Authority was ceded, in exchange
for which the law returned.

Law, which constrained
that authority,

made outcomes
more predictable.

But this outcome would
seem most unpredictable.

The law
was adhered to.

If the bargain changes,

there is no telling what else
will change as a result--

what trust may be lost

and what chaos may abound.

[ quietly ]
I am your friend,

and I will help you
weather whatever challenges

may lie down whatever road
you may choose,

but as your friend,
I am simply asking you

to consider how treacherous
this road may be--

while there is still time
to avoid it.

No one is taking this decision
lightly, I assure you.

This is no attempt
to circumvent the law.

Indeed, the governor
felt that it was necessary

in order to protect it.

It was a hard choice.

But an earnest one.

[ lock clatters]
[ door opens ]

I assume you understand
what is to happen,

as soon as everything begins.

It'll be loud, confusing.

Men who've never
experienced fear

are said to know it
for the first time.

But in this moment,
there is quiet.

An opportunity to find
some measure of peace.

I would like
to help you do that.

You've done this before?

I have.

Regretfully, I have.

Get many takers, do you?

For the kind of peace
you're offering?

PASTOR: It is
a different experience

to what you may
imagine it being.

Surely a man like you
has faced death before,

but never so nakedly.

And cloaked in glory
or sacrifice,

fully exposed in all
its horror and finality.

In this moment,
you have the opportunity

to enter into that moment
with a clear conscience.

I can help you do that.

To repent.

I have nothing
to repent for with you.

Don't you?

I understand the code
you subscribe to.

I understand you believe
your violence

is justified in the name
of a defiance of tyranny,

but there are mothers who buried
their sons because of you.

Wives widowed
because of you.

Children awoken
in their sleep

to be told their father was never
coming home because of you.

What kind of a man can
experience no remorse from this?

Whatever remorse I have
or do not have is my own.

That I choose not
to share it with you

says more about you
than it does about me.

Me?

I am a shepherd

sent to help you find a path
to God's forgiveness.

A shepherd?

You are the sheep.

And whatever
I have to say to God,

I'll tell him myself
or not at all.

[ distant bell tolling ]

COURT OFFICIAL: When our
lord governor arrived here,

he promised you things.

[ shouting ]

Order. Prosperity.

How many men
are with you?

A dozen.

I don't know how far
they'll go.

Not in the face
of all that out there.

That'll have to be enough.

Position your men
around the crowd.

Tell them
to be ready to move.

I'm gonna
try to shout him down,

raise Eleanor Guthrie,
raise whatever I have to

to try and strike a chord.

Turn as much of that crowd
as I can in our favor.

Your men
should take my lead.

Hopefully it'll be enough
to start a frenzy,

cause enough confusion to break
the ranks of the soldiers.

Then in the chaos of it,

we'll make a move
to free Captain Vane.

Go.

WOMAN:
Do it!

Men who are not men at all,

but beasts governed
by the base instinct,

incapable of anything
but the most primal behaviors.

A constant threat
to every decent,

God-fearing citizen
among us.

As long as those men
roam free,

strife will endure,
fear will abound,

and progress will elude us.

Today marks the silencing

of the most disruptive
of those voices

and a step
towards the return

of civilization
in Nassau.

But we must
always remember

however strong the need for
the removal of these traitors,

these relics
of a more savage age,

there is no relish
in this moment,

but there is righteousness

and comfort
in the knowledge that...

What's happening?

Wait.

Billy, they're about
to tie the noose.

I know, just...

wait.

...and that God's will

will be done again in Nassau.

[ crowd shouting angrily ]

Bastard!
Hang him!

COURT OFFICIAL: Does the
condemned have anything to say

before the sentence
is carried out?

[ shouting continues ]

These men who
brought me here today

do not fear me.

They brought me here today
because they fear you.

[ crowd quiets ]

VANE: Because they
know that my voice,

a voice that refuses
to be enslaved,

once lived in you.

And may yet still.

They brought me here today
to show you death

and use it to frighten you

into ignoring that voice.

But know this.

We are many.
They are few.

To fear death
is a choice.

And they can't
hang us all.

Get on with it,
motherfucker.

♪

Billy.

It's all right.

Proceed.

[ neck snaps ]
[ crowd gasps ]

[ wind whistling ]
[ chains rattle softly ]

[ sobbing ]

[ gagging softly ]

Now. Go.

[ grunting ]

♪

Why?

It was the only way
to start it.

He knew it was
the only way.

Start what?

Look at them.

Men, move along.

Move along.

The resistance in Nassau
is now under way.

[ men muttering ]

[ drum beating ]

[ people singing ]

[ people ululating ]

[ blade slices ]

Another sacrifice
for the cause.

And that chest of ours
only gets heavier.

How many,
do you imagine?

Soldiers
in the English force.

How many do you imagine
we'll face?

500, more or less.

Is that so?

From what I saw, I'd say
seven is a reasonable guess.

And that's assuming he doesn't
call in reinforcements

from Carolina, Virginia.

There's no shortage of men eager
to kill pirates these days.

I walked that beach today.

The terrain inland
may be to our advantage,

but that beach is not.

The shore is too broad,
the water too deep.

Their anchorages will get
far closer to the sand

than you'd like.

Even with defensive positions
engineered in the bluffs,

it will be an uphill struggle

to offer any meaningful resistance
at all to their landings.

All struggles are uphill.

That's why
they're called struggles.

[ softly ]
That's quite true.

But there is an aspect
to this particular struggle

I don't believe
you've yet cracked.

I understand your tactical
deployment of the Walrus.

She'll be massively
outnumbered,

but still a critical asset.

I also understand you intend

to place your Mr. De Groot
in command of her.

He'll manage.

Yes, but he wasn't
your first choice.

It was supposed
to be Charles, wasn't it?

Are you suggesting
a better replacement?

Me.

England may have removed
Charles Vane from our number,

but there is too much
of him in me

for England to fully
will him away.

In his absence,
with everything that's at stake,

I will be our Charles Vane.

[ distant drumming continues ]

I've just come back
from the beach,

and I couldn't help but notice

the three additional ships
anchored in the bay

being outfitted for this
battle right along with mine.

Captain Hornigold will be
sailing in consort with you,

accompanied by
his private militia.

Mr. Underhill has formed
a special company of men

from the ranks
of his plantation staff,

men with experience hunting
and capturing slaves.

I will not go into battle

alongside undisciplined
conscripts.

The force I bring to bear

is sufficient to combat
whatever awaits us.

Jesus. He wants the force
you bring to bear.

He wants it.

ELEANOR: I know this
enemy, Commodore.

I know his mind.

He took that cache
with the express purpose

of compelling us
to commit your force

to a battlefield
of his choosing.

Your force is factored
into his thinking.

He has planned for it.

And I assure you,
if you allow him

to dictate
the terms of battle,

you court
a disastrous outcome.

If he expects your force,

then we must send that
which he does not expect.

For we will have victory
against this enemy.

There simply
is no alternative.

[ men shouting ]

Just returned
from around the point.

The word is spreading
throughout the Bahamas

that the governor in Nassau
hanged a pirate in his square.

Made an example of him,
they say,

to show that he is the steward
of law and order

in the West Indies.

He is resolved
to be the Englishman

who ends piracy
in the New World.

The pirate
he hanged in the square

to underscore his point...

was Charles Vane.

♪

I have yet
to inform the men,

as I imagine
they'll have questions

I don't know how to answer,

so I wanted
to ask you first.

What do you
want to do about it?

♪

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