All language subtitles for Black.Sails.S01E08.VIII.720p.BluRay.x264-DEMAND.inghi

There is a place
not far from here

where you could be
feared and respected.

Eight men
who support Hamund.
You said it yourself.

We kill him,
they all become threats
to both of us.

They disappear
all at once tonight.

Between you and Flint,
I'm not certain who I
should be more afraid of.

- Leave with me.
- I've spent my life trying
to build something here.

- (sobbing)
- What if I forgo payment
for the schedule

in exchange for my share
of the prize?

When the time comes for me
to reveal the last piece,

I will be right
by your side.

It wasn't Singleton
that stole the page.

- It was him.
- You're lying to them.

If no one knows,
everyone wins.

I believe in this place.
If there's anyone who can do

what's necessary to make it
something better, it's you.

Once we have the money,
Flint dies.

- No argument.
- Not from me.

(theme music playing)

(rattling)

(music playing)

(thumping, squeaking)

(thunder rumbling)

Ca va?

Mr. Rackham,
a word.

Sit.

Won't you tell me what you
think of our little production?

The theme is
"Evenings in Paris."

I'll give you three
guesses whose idea it was.

Mr. Rackham,
I just saw the bursar.

He says I'm no longer
to receive my distribution

of the house's profits.
Your instruction?

Yes, I did some
rough calculations
to figure the amount

you've been skimming
from the take since we first
began this arrangement.

It only seems fair
to garnish your proceeds
to account for it.

(laughs)
Mr. Rackham, I understand
your new friend

has helped to bring
the girls into line,

has them reporting
their income in a most
honest fashion.

That must be
very nice for you.

But let us get something
very straight.

I'm not
one of the girls.

I will have my cut

or everyone in
this street will know
what became of Mr. Noonan.

- You would do that?
- Don't you dare doubt it.

Well, Mrs. Mapleton,
that sounds like gross
insubordination to me.

That, coupled with the graft
you've been responsible for,

leaves me with
no choice but to terminate
your employment here.

- What?
- You're dismissed.

Thank you
for your service.

Pardon me, but have you
lost your mind?

Not that
I'm aware of, no.

I just told you
that I am fully willing

to inform every
merchant in Nassau

that you murdered your way
into ownership of this place.

They will band together
to see you hanged.

Which ones exactly?

Which merchants will see
Mr. Rackham hanged?

Mr. Connors
the wheelwright?

(laughing)

Or perhaps Mr. Peterson
the butcher.

Maybe Mr. Rusch
the lapidary?

They all have enjoyed
steep discounts here
lately.

Affordable now
that the books are
in good order.

I wonder,
given their fondness
for the new management,

which one of them would
much care what you think
happened to Mr. Noonan?

You forgot the only name
that matters, dear.

The lady across the street.
She finds out about this--

Oh, Madam Guthrie knows.
She's fine with it.

But by all means,
go ahead, tell her again.
I can't see any harm in it.

You will regret
this, sir.

I'm sure I won't.
Au revoir.

(thunder rumbles)

(chuckles)

Please don't judge me,
but I really enjoyed that.

You do not believe she will
attempt to strike back at you?

I wouldn't
put it past her.

But at the moment
I'll live with the potential
for future trouble

over the certainty of actual
trouble she was causing.

To a profitable
venture.

And a partner significantly
more pleasing to the eye.

(wind whistling)

(crewmen yelling)

(music playing)

(men chatting)

What am I supposed
to do with this?

If he's to continue
on the ship, the crutch
is too much of an impediment.

He shall have to wear this
whether he likes it or not.

Come on, Randall.

Dr. Howell made this
'specially for you.

Help you
move around better.

Perhaps you'll even be able
to visit the shitter once in
a while without needing my help.

Whoa, easy there.

You're responsible
for him.

You figure it out.

"Oh, Mr. Silver.

How can I ever thank you?

First you save me
from ending up as a stain
on the Walrus's underside.

Then you secured
my position on the crew

on the verge
of an historic haul.

And if that
weren't enough,

you're still
trying to find
something comfortable

to put at the end
of my stump.

From the bottom
of my heart, thank you."

You're welcome.

(thumps)

(thunder crackles)

Launch from the Ranger.

Captain Gates
is coming over.

Crazy bastard.

What could be
so fucking important

that he has to row
through all that shit
out there?

(thunder crackles)

(grunting)

We make landfall
in the morning.

The last part
of the schedule
if you don't mind.

What's that?

My own reconnaissance.

There are a dozen bays
and inlets within a day's
journey from here

that will make reasonable
locations for the Urca
to take on water.

If the course
you write down
leads to one of them,

odds are that your
information is accurate.

And if it doesn't?

(thunder crackles)

Division Bay.

The course leads
to Division Bay.

Shoals on
the eastern shore,

but if we approach
from the windward,

we should be able to take up
a strong opening position.

Take this
to Mr. De Groot.

Tell him to adjust
our course accordingly

and set up our final
approach for the morning.

Something else?

Well, now that I've fulfilled
my end of the bargain,

I'm just wondering
where you and I stand.

Keep wondering.

I best be getting back.

Let's not tempt fate.

Talbot Rhodes.
Private stock.

I've been waiting
for an occasion.

My reckoning is
tomorrow

we'll either
be able to afford
a lot more of it or--

We'll be too dead
to care.

(clucking)

(music continues)

(retching)

(knocking)

Captain asked me
to pass these to you.

A new course.

The captain accepted
the last segment of the Urca
route as valid?

One thing you
should not doubt.

Certainty is not a word
I throw around lightly.

Now this information,
I am quite certain
I have it right.

(door opens, closes)

That man has a strange
way of handling

the prospect of imminent
wealth beyond reason.

Ma'am.

What are you
doing here?

Captain Hornigold
asked me to sit in

on Captain Lawrence's final
preparations before departure.

They're just finishing
upstairs.

Mm.

I'm fine.

Believe it or not,
this place didn't collapse

the moment you walked
out the door.

You really believe my concern
is for this place?

It's a ship killer
out there.

I can't even imagine
what it's like
further north.

You'd been opposed to hunting
the Urca from the beginning.

Perhaps God's on your side
of this one.

I just think of
all the trouble that
fucking schedule caused.

The trouble
it caused Max and I.

Caused you and I.

The thought that it could all
end up being for nothing--

Perhaps the trouble
was going to happen anyway.

Schedule or no.

Perhaps.

Tomorrow a thing
that you conceived

out of thin air
becomes real.

A thing that will
give this place

a chance to find some
small measure of peace.

That is not nothing.

(thunder rumbles)

Henderson?

It wasn't Henderson.

It was something
like Henderson.
Harrison? Harvey?

I don't know who the fuck
you're talking about.

The man that nicked
that bottle was called Cregg.

Cregg! That's him.
Cregg.

Mr. Cregg.
Carpenter's mate.

Had a nose
for sniffing out booze

on a prize ship
like a fucking bloodhound.

Oh, Cregg.
I remember walking in
on him once

digging through a stash
on a prize.

(laughs)
He--

he found
this bottle of booze
behind a baseboard.

Now he's convinced that
the prize captain's been
hiding his best liquor.

So he pops the cork
and takes this big swig

in front of all of us.

- And it was piss.
- It was piss.

(both laughing)

Aye, Cregg.

- Oh, God.
- Flint: Oh, Cregg.

I brought him over
with me, you know.

We served together under
Avery when we was kids.

Huh.
He was my first bunkmate.

For years he went on
how he'd got this

huge stash hidden away.

And I should live
to survive him

because one day
I will be a rich man.

As you know, we lost
him on the Pembroke.

So I open his locker
and what do I find?

12 pesos,
a busted pocket watch,

and a letter
with instructions

to deliver it
to his sister in New York.

Lying sack of shit

was Mr. Cregg.

So I bought the boys
a round with the pesos,

traded the pocket watch
for a bit of tail,

and spent two weeks
that winter in New York

trying to deliver that fucking
letter to his sister.

Looked high and low.

Never found her.

So on the way home,

I waited till we were
in open water

and I could see no land
in any direction,

and I dropped it
over the side.

Returned to the sea.

There are no legacies
in this life, are there?

No monuments.
No history.

Just the water.

It pays us

and then it claims us.

Swallows us whole.

As if we'd never
been here at all.

Well...

I better be
getting back.

(door creaks, closes)

(children talking)

(men grunting)

How the fuck can you
cut Mapleton loose without
even telling me?

I'm sorry.
I wasn't aware you were her
attorney in this matter.

She'll run her mouth
all over the fucking
island about Noonan.

Who cares? The only people
who could conceivably
make trouble for us

are currently elbow deep
in free prostitute downstairs.

What's worse, you keep counsel
with a whore about it.

Wait, what?

You think you can
trust her, you dumb shit?

That's what this
is about? Max?

You fucked her,
didn't you?

Jesus H. Christ.
I can't win with you.

She's in the camp
with the men and it's,
"Come on, Jack,

let's go kill everybody
and see if we can't get
her out of there.

Hope you don't mind.
Made that decision
on your behalf."

And now she's out, making us
a small fortune, by the way,

and you're pissed off
about that, too.

Might you consider
making up your fucking
mind about it, please?

- Fuck you, Jack.
- "Fuck you, Jack."

Yes, I know.
Fuck me.

(door slams)

Listen here!

When we crest the point ahead
and spot the Urca in anchor,

we'll begin
our final run at her.

- Take it.
- The Spanish banner may
earn us a few hundred yards

of confusion
before the captain
identifies us and opens fire.

So we'll close fast
on her,

hammer her well
with our guns,

and then take the fight
to her decks.

That fight will be the fight
of our lives,

make no mistake.

But on the other side

lies paradise.

(cheering)

I'll see you there.
Mr. De Groot?

A full complement,
if you please.

- (whistles)
- Signal the Ranger.

- Aye, captain.
- Full sail,
final approach.

Check our position.

- This is the course.
- Well, check it again.

Captain, this is
the location you requested.

Your true manifest.
Your false manifest.

And, most importantly,
your bribe money.

Godspeed, Captain.

Perhaps we should go over
the details one more time.

The harbormaster's
name is Singer.

The foreman's
name is Smith.

The warehouse
manager's Clay,

and the customs man
is Kent.

Now if you don't let me
board my ship

and leave this place,
none of it will matter

as the goods
in my hold will be rotten
by the time I arrive.

- Goodbye.
- Godspeed.

I have to
hand it to you,

you said you'd rebuild things
here without your father,

and damned if you
didn't do just that.

Still one step
yet to accomplish.

Removing my father
entirely.

Excuse me?

I know he's out
in the Underhill estate.

If you think he isn't scheming
to undo everything

we've done here,
you're kidding yourself.

You are truly
amazing.

In a moment when stability
is at hand and the world
is at your feet,

your first instinct
is to go out in search
of someone new to fight.

Captain, a moment.

God.

Can't believe you left me
for that old lady.

Captain Hornigold
is right.

(cannonfire blasts)

What the fuck?

- Where did that come from?
- (cannonfire rumbles)

Jesus Christ, Ben,
why are your men firing
on their own ship?

My men aren't the ones
doing the firing.

(cannonfire continues)

We need to get you
off the beach now.

Is someone shooting
the guns off out here?

What the hell
is going on?

Someone has taken over
the fort.

(cannonfire continues)

Captain, after an
inventory of our stores,

the men have assented
to your plan.

Provided we find a suitable
place to land the Walrus,

you'll have two days
to send out scouts

and hopefully
locate the Urca.

Given their mood,
I'd say we were lucky
to get that long.

Do it, then.

- What?
- It's Mr. De Groot.

He's put his foot down.

Once we make landfall,
he wants Flint tried
immediately.

Oh, Jesus.

He's bitter about the fact
that we didn't listen to him
regarding the cook.

He says there's
no Urca out here

and that justice has been
delayed long enough.

That's not gonna happen,
so let's discuss reality.

He said that
you'd say that.

And after all your talk,
you're just protecting Flint.

I'm protecting all of us.

These men are right
on the edge

and he wants to rile
them up more

by talking about a lying,
thieving captain,

then stand on a deserted beach
and talk about an election.

Before you know it,
half a dozen men will have
laid claim to the captaincy.

Camps will divide.

It won't be dark yet
before the fighting starts.

We're gonna see Flint
pay for his crimes.

But we'll do it at home

and we'll do it
like civilized men.

That's how
we avoid the abyss.

We knew you spent the night
drinking together.

How can we take you
at your word?

You don't have
to take my word.

Good enough for you?

Mr. Gates...

Logan:
Sails!

To the south!

Is it the Urca?

Captain,
is it her?

Captain,
is it the Urca?

Man-of-war!
She's a man-of-war!

Spanish banners!

In less than half an hour,
she'll be right on top of us.

Get orders to the Ranger.

Tell her
to raise the black

and fire two shots
over our bow.

- Mr. De Groot.
- Captain?

Rig a spring
to the forward anchor,
then drop her immediately.

Drop anchor?

You mean
to fight her?

You all
have your orders!

Captain, join me.

- We don't have time.
- Make time.

If he engages that ship
in battle, we're dead.

- I know.
- I know you know.

But does Mr. Gates?

I can't let you
go down this road.

As far that
man-of-war knows,

we're Spanish merchantmen
under attack by pirate raiders.

We order
the Ranger to flee,

the Spaniard passes us
to give chase,

and before she realizes her
error, we've got her trapped.

She's got 100 guns.

We do this properly,
she'll never get a chance
to use them.

We'll rake her
stern to bow,

the Ranger will rake
her bow to stern.

With a little luck,
we'll hammer her
into submission

before she can bring
her broadsides to bear.

To accomplish what,
exactly?

The Urca. She's here.
Can't you see that?

All I can see
is an empty bay,

a guardacosta warship,

and a captain that's lost
his fucking grip on reality.

Guardacosta?
You think that ship's
here on patrol?

That she just happened
by this place at this time?

That ship
is an escort.

It's the only
explanation.

The Urca
has no escort.

Was that not
the justification
for this entire endeavor?

They altered their plans.
Found a ship they could spare.

I'm taking the Ranger
and I'm leaving.

What did you
just say?

I'm gonna weigh anchor
and I'm gonna make
a run for it.

If I can keep ahead
of it before dark,

there's just a chance
we can slip away.

Without the Ranger,
I have no chance
against that ship.

I know.

So you're deliberately
challenging my authority here?

Deliberately
violating your duty?

My duty?

My duty is to them,
not to you.

Although I have
violated it more times

than I can remember
in your defense.

Helped you
deceive good men

who put their trust in me
because I was convinced

they would be
better off for it.

Well, not here.
Not this.

This is fucking madness.

Mr. Gates, if you
walk through that door

with the intent
of subverting my plans,

I will have no alternative
but to interpret that as
an incitement of mutiny.

You think
I'm inciting mutiny?

- You are inciting mutiny.
- I'm managing one!

There are men
out there right now

that know
about Singleton,

the book, the cook,
all of it.

They know.
And they mean to see
you hanged for it.

You told them?

After Billy, I just--

I didn't want to believe
you could be capable of doing
something like that.

But I couldn't convince
myself that you weren't.

That's when I realized,
this has got to end.

So what, then?

You preside over a trial
that sees me hanged?

No.

We're going to go home

and I will see you
and Mrs. Barlow secreted away

before anybody
knows you're gone.

You're gonna go
to Boston.

You're gonna take
the pardon that she's
offered you.

And that is the last
that you and I will
ever see of each other.

Please.

Please, don't do this.

I'm sorry.

Take a moment.

I'll deal with them.

(door opens)

(choking)

This is not
what I wanted.

This is not what
I wanted.

(whimpers)
I'm sorry.

(cracks)

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(sobbing)
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(sobs)

I'm sorry.

(door creaks)

I came to lend
credence to your case

that the Urca
is still to be won.

What the fuck
are you doing to him?

- Making sure there's
nothing incriminating--
- Stop. Stop.

There's no way
out of this.

Take it from me,

there's always
a way.

Sir.

- What is it?
- A small band of men were
seen approaching the fort

from the west this morning.
No one's been able
to identify them.

Are all the home crews
accounted for?

Aye. Every one.
They had nothing
to do with this.

Naft: Could this be
a first move by England
to reclaim the island?

Frasier:
Without a single
ship involved?

This does not have
the air of a state move.
This is something else.

Captain, how easily
are the great guns

- on the fort repositioned?
- What difference does
that make?

He's asking if the fort
can turn her guns around

and bring them to bear
on the street-- on us.

Let's hope whomever's
up there is not mad enough
to consider that.

That's less than
confidence-inspiring.

I have lieutenants
calling in favors

from the crews
of the Colonial Dawn
and the Medusa.

I'll have 250 men assembled
and ready to storm the fort
in a matter of hours.

By first light tomorrow,
I'll be back in my chair

and whoever did this
will be hanging by
his goddamn--

- What is it?
- Quick, you all
need to see this.

Man:
Go back inside.

Miss Guthrie.

I think it's time
we talked.

Mr. Gates's heart
has given out.

He's dead?

Mr. Logan.

Signal Mr. Thompson
on the Ranger.

Inform him
he's now in command.

His orders
are to sail north.

When we fire on the target,
he's to tack hard to port
and do the same.

Hoist the signals
from the foremast
below the yard.

Get 'em up
and down quickly before
the Spaniard sees them.

(door closes)

The question you need
to ask yourself

is "What good
can I do?"

You can
call this murder.

A number of the men
might even believe you,

but will that be enough

to stop this fight
that is about to happen?

Because if it's not,
a fight we might win

becomes a battle
we are doomed to lose.

Because the men went into it
infected with your suspicions,

with your doubts.

So, Mr. Quartermaster,

is that truly what's
in their best interests?

St. Augustine.

Beg pardon?

When the warship
draws close,

she'll ask our
last port of call.

St. Augustine's
the closest.

And as she's likely
a customs ship,

we must identify our cargo
as anything but tobacco.

Seville regulates
the trade heavily.

Thank you, Mr. Dufresne.

What the fuck
did you do?

Spend enough time
on an island,

begin to forget
there's a whole world
out there.

A world where the rules
are different.

I went out there,
found men who don't
know the rules here

and who don't much care
to learn them.

They helped me surprise
Captain Hornigold's men,

we took his fort,
and not once were
any of them burdened

with the thought,
"What if this were to
upset Eleanor Guthrie?"

Well, they're about
to learn the rules, Charles.

The hard way.
You think I'm gonna
let this stand?

That Hornigold will?
We have men lining up

in droves to back us
in retaking it.

I'd expect nothing less.

Just out of curiosity,

how long do you think
that's gonna take?

Can you take back
that fort before...

I sink another ship
in the bay?

Three more?

All of them?

Who knows?

If my men hold out
long enough,

we may just decide
to sink the Walrus

when she returns with your
precious Spanish gold

just out of spite.

So that's what this is.

You're annoyed at me,
so you're gonna destroy
everything I've built.

Never said I wanted
to destroy anything.

Then what do you want?

Hornigold
controlled the fort.

The fort controls the bay.
The bay controls commerce.

That meant
he was your partner.

Now, I control
the fort.

So I will be
your partner.

You are kidding me.

I was a tenant in this
place for a long time.

Didn't work out
so well.

Now I'd like a stake.

You've absolutely
lost your mind.

I remember
the first time I saw you.

You were about 13.

You'd snuck down
to the beach

despite Mr. Scott's
rules forbidding it.

A girl that age

looking like you did.

And you just walked up
and down between the camps

like you owned the place.

Fearless.

Then you saw me
watching you and you
didn't look away.

Didn't cower.

You just gave me
this look--

this little smile--

that said you refused
to be afraid of me.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

I know you.

Better than your father,
better than Scott.

Maybe better than anyone.

You don't give a shit
about money or respect.

Or the things
you've built here.

I think you're just tired
of fathers

telling you what to do.

And so I'm offering you
a life free from them.

With me in that fort,
you do as you like.

As long as it
doesn't cross me,

you'll hear
no complaints.

You know I have no choice
but to say yes.

But before I do,
know this,

you'll sit
in that fort for a while.
You'll get comfortable.

And that's the day
I'm gonna push you
and your men

right into
the fucking sea.

God, I missed that look.

Ben.

What the hell
did he say?

He wants your seat
on the consortium.
To be a partner to us.

Well, I have 300 men out there
more than happy to deny him.

- You can't, Ben.
- Oh, watch me.

I told him
about the tunnels.

The tunnels that you would
use to launch a surprise
attack into the fort.

- I told him.
- Jesus!

You told me to keep emotion
from clouding judgment.

To act in everyone's
best interest.

I believe that's
what I'm doing.

This is not
the end of this.

Captain.
Welcome back.

I hear congratulations
are in order.

Steward of the fort.
Stroke of pure genius.

In some ways, Jack,
it had to come to this.

- Don't you think?
- Come to what?

Me deciding
if you live or die.

Captain, I don't know
what you've heard--

Hamund pulls you
out of bed...

marches you down
to the wrecks

to look for a stash
of stolen pearls.

And somehow,
only you and your dog
make it back alive.

- (sighs)
- Quite a moment.

Jack Rackham
with nothing to say.

Had I a shrewd
quartermaster right now,

he would tell me
that I can't let
what you did stand.

He would say an offense
like that

demanded an example
be made of both of you.

The bloodier the better.

But today,
I'm a little less worried

about perception
than I used to be.

As long as I hold
that fort,

doesn't really matter.

So the street
will know what you did.

They will know
you betrayed your
brothers for a woman.

That story will spread
far and wide

and you'll never sail
beneath the black again.

You'll sit
in this place and rot

with the rest
of the whores.

Something tells me that'll
sting worse than dying.

Loyalty, Jack.

It's supposed
to mean something.

It does to me, anyway.

Oh.

Love what you've
done with the place.

(speaking Spanish)

Here she comes.

(speaking Spanish)

Cazadora.
Marco Fernandez, captain.

Cazadora.
Marco Fernandez, capitain.

(speaking Spanish)

St, Augustine.
Tobacco trade.

(speaking Spanish)

If I'm not mistaken,
you told him to name us

anything but a tobacco
trader, did you not?

I did.

He means to prove that
that ship is not guardacosta.

That it's here for
the same reason we are.

The Urca.

That ship lets us pass,

he will have managed to both
renew the men's lust for gold

and their faith
in his judgment.

(speaking Spanish)

Hello.

All hands
to their stations.

Quietly, if you please.

At 300 yards,
we open fire.

Time and again
he gambles with our lives.

That is, when he's not
taking them in cold blood.

And once more
his influence grows.

And we're at his mercy
with no way to challenge him.

No, sir.

It only looks that way.

Turn us around
slowly, boys.

They need to think
we're just drifting.

Range?

Hundred yards,
Captain.

- Open.
- Crewman: Open.

(men shouting)

- Come right a few degrees.
- Aye, Captain.

We only get one shot at this.
We miss, we die.

- Clear, tack hull.
- Range?

Approaching
200 yards, Captain.

All crews,
fire on my mark.

Steady.

Almost there.

Captain Flint.

As quartermaster,
I hereby accuse you

of tyrannical crimes
against your crew.

All crews, fire!

Dufresne:
Belay that order!

Your duties
as a member of this crew
have reached an end.

Take a seat.

Beginning with the murders
of Mr. Singleton,

Billy Bones,
and Mr. Gates.

What exactly do you hope
to accomplish by doing this?

In your case,
Mr. Silver, justice.

Once Dufresne
exposes Flint's lies
in their totality,

the crew are gonna want
answers from you, too.

And as I explained
to Mr. Dufresne,

it's his word
against Flint's.

Why would anyone
believe him?

I hold in my hand
a letter

written by Mr. Gates
confessing his knowledge

and complicity in
the captain's myriad crimes.

We're going to lose them.
We don't have time for this.

As well as his knowledge
of the captain's continued
treachery

up to and including
his plan to steal

a portion of the treasure
fleet proceeds for himself.

I gave you all an order!
Fire!

Fire!

Mr. Logan.

It's in Mr. Gates's hand.

Where are you going?

- (gunshot flashes)
- (grunts)

(groans)

(grunting)

Justice, thief.

This time there's
no escaping it.

You're welcome.

Raise the sails.
We're going home.

Who's shooting?!

Sorry.

Had to be done.

There's no running now.

Logan:
The Ranger's coming about.

The Spaniards have got
men in the rigging.

Fire, Mr. Dufresne.
Everything you've got.

Don't waste
this moment.

(cannonfire blasts)

All cannons,
open fire!

Open fire!

(cheering)

(shouting)
Reload!

Gunner:
Ready with this cannon!

Fire!

The Ranger's opened fire!

Again!

...Fire!

She's coming about!

Fire!

Fire!

Below!

To your stations!

(cannonfire roars)

(screams)

(screams)

Set sail!

(men shouting, screaming)

(screams)

Doctor! Doctor!

(screams)

(screams fade)

- (men screaming)
- (gasps)

Max:
No-man's-land.

There was a time
when stopping halfway
across this bridge

would have been
unthinkable to you.

How things change.

I can see that.

Max, I know
we haven't spoken,

but I just want you
to know how sorry I am--

Don't.

You have nothing
to be sorry about.

I was standing between
you and your dreams
for this place.

You did
what you had to do.

I thought you said
this place was just sand.

Sand has
its virtues.

On sand,
nothing is fixed.

Nothing is permanent.

And fates change
so quickly.

Yesterday Captain Hornigold
was immovable from that fort

and Captain Vane
was a beggar.

Now look at them today.

Yesterday I was a whore
of little consequence,

easily dismissed,

easily forgotten.

Today I am a madam

with an income
and allies

and a woman
who has learned the most
important of lessons.

Never let anyone
stand in between you
and your ambitions.

Ma'am,
they're ready.

Congratulations on
the launch of your
endeavor, by the way.

Today you have everything
you have ever wanted.

I suppose we can only guess
what tomorrow will bring.

(coughing)

They think it'll be a while
before she sails again.

In the meantime,
you and I have been charged

with provoking
this whole mess.

Why am I still alive?

Why didn't you kill me?

Get him up.

(groans)

Told you I was certain
about my information
regarding the Urca.

Unfortunately, you and I
failed to take into
account the weather.

The Urca de Lima wrecked
at sea last night.

Dashed by the storm.

(theme music playing)