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They obstructed the harbor.
I know.

Two ships they sunk. I know, I...

Then why didn't you warn us?
I did warn you!

We don't have sufficient
numbers to move on Nassau,

but if we could increase
those numbers...

Increase them how?
The Underhill plantation.

Captured nine more
just east of the fence line.

I want the trial started
as soon as possible.

What did he do?

Set a course for Nassau to
send a message when we return.

When I informed Sarah of my intent
to formally end our marriage,

her family persuaded
my old creditors

to accelerate my
timetables for repayment.

I would default.

Three men know the resting
place of the chest,

and one woman.

He told it to me
before we left home.

There will be
no pirate king here.

Of that much I am certain.

Long John Silver. Welcome home.

What is this?

I said, what's going on here?

What do you want from me?

Blacksmith pays for these.

Jeweler pays for these.

The law pays for you.

500 pieces for Long John Silver.

I'm sorry, I think you're mistaken.
I'm not...

I seen you. Huh?

Before.

Before you was Long.

Now...

they say you're supposed
to be a pirate king.

A strongman.

That true?

Hmm.

That's what I thought.

More lies.

So,

you returned.

You're angry.

Ah.

And you just killed
one of the governor's men.

Now write that.

I killed who?

Killed him.

What?

500 pieces they pay
before you did it.

I think more after.

Fuck you.

Write.

I am told it will begin soon.

The executions of the men

captured on the beach yesterday.

It's for the best
to have it done.

It could have been you.

I gave you...

both of you,

a place to stand here.

I gave you a life,

and you repaid me

by conspiring with my enemies.

Ma'am, I don't know what
you think you heard, but...

Quiet.

I know you were responsible
for Captain Rackham's escape.

I know you solicited her
to aid you in the effort.

I know you relayed information
to the pirate resistance

throughout the purges here.

I have been monitoring
all of it since it began.

Monitoring?

You intercepted his message.

The warning that was
to alert Captain Flint

of the governor's
obstructing the harbor.

Why aren't we out there?

Why didn't you report us
to Captain Berringer?

Let fall!

The continued pirate threat
makes Captain Berringer

a necessary, if temporary, evil.

But I do not care
for the idea of having him

trampling through my affairs,

encouraged by one scandal
to search for more,

which is why I secured an
agreement from the governor

that my informants would be held
immune from any prosecution

for their prior associations
with the pirates.

This will all pass soon enough

if we let it.

My grandfather was a pirate
of another sort.

When he was a young man,
he swindled a ship,

hired it to privateers,

and earned a share of their
spoils for his trouble.

But he had an ambition for something
far greater than plunder,

a desire to build
something more permanent.

So, plunder
purchased more ships.

Ships generated more profits,

profits became wealth,

which became influence,
which became power.

By the time I was born,

my grandfather was
one of the wealthiest men

in the New World.

If I go to him,

if I plead our case
and gain his support,

that might be all we need,
all Nassau needs,

to emerge from this intact.

He could pay my debts?

Several times over, yes.

He could send us ships?

And guns?

And mercenaries?

Yes.

But?

My father was ill-favored
by his family,

and that was before he
made their name synonymous

with piracy in the West Indies.

And all I've done since
is make their name

synonymous with scandal
in London.

It is far from
a foregone conclusion

that they'll be inclined
to offer me their help.

But,

given our state of affairs,

it seems more than worth a try.

And unlike in the past...

I now have something
to offer them

that may make the ask
more attractive.

What's that?

You.

They can purchase ships
and influence and power,

but they cannot purchase
what they ultimately want.

And that is for the family to
be known within London society

for something more than being
a backwater merchant clan.

Calling you a part of it
certainly wouldn't hurt matters.

What is it?

Steady, now.

She drifted into the harbor
a little while ago.

A message from Teach
upon his return.

There he intends to sit.

Denying passage
in or out of the bay.

If we cede to his demand,
he will leave.

What demand is that?

That we surrender to him
the woman he holds responsible

for the murder of Charles Vane.

He also holds 61 more of my
men prisoner aboard his ship.

If we refuse,

he promises they will meet
the same fate as these men.

He won't turn her over.

Not for 60 men.

Not for 600 men.

No.

I don't expect he will.

Nor do we have the stores to
maintain this blockade for long.

So we need to move quickly.

You'll gather your men.

You will stand ready
to depart upon nightfall.

And whilst the enemy
remains focused on us,

you will make your landing
to the west

and move undetected into town.

You will find Eleanor Guthrie

and you will bring her
out of Nassau, back here.

There ain't no good
way in from the west.

I agree. Perhaps an
approach from the lagoon.

Do it.

We depart for the Underhill
plantation on the hour,

arrive just before dark,
approach from the east,

eliminate the overseers,

secure the main house,
and in so doing

establish a camp
capable of Billy's plan.

Your plan.

You will be leading our forces.

Does that not make it
your plan, too?

What choice do I have?

I must say, it, uh,
caught me by surprise,

your assertion that Mr. Silver

had revealed the whereabouts
of the buried cache.

- Assertion?
- Maybe he told you.

Felt close enough to you
to share it, or maybe...

you saw an opportunity

to counter my leverage
with Billy.

And all it took was a lie

that's terribly
inconvenient to disprove.

And what choice did I have?

The moment we arrived,

it was instantly clear to me...

He is the one keeping
this place together.

His men look up to him,
rely on him,

trust him.

Many of your men
even trust him, as well.

He is going to be relevant
to what happens next here.

That much is painfully obvious.

And your first instinct
is to dismiss him.

Had I not stepped in,

who knows how destructive
that could have become

for everyone?

Can't sit still and let
him hold us hostage.

Can't fight him directly

or we risk losing what few
soldiers we have left.

And even if I could
slip a ship past him

to seek aid from your
family in the colonies,

you'd have to be on that ship.

And you'd never get that far
before he caught you.

I won't risk that.

All right.

Here's what we're gonna do.

I board the sloop...

No... and I run.

You just said it's too far
to outrun him.

To Philadelphia it's too far,

but I can make safe harbor
somewhere nearer.

Outrun for a day,
pull him away from here,

then seek shelter
in a friendly port

strong enough
to prevent his entry.

Meanwhile...

the door will be open for you

to reach your grandfather
and gain his aid.

Why you?

Why not have someone else
lead him away?

Because he won't leave that
position to chase someone else.

He'd chase you,

and I believe,
given the opportunity,

he might chase me for a chance

at ending this regime
once and for all.

From where I stand, it's
the only way out of this.

Insurrection against the
lawfully appointed governor,

high seas piracy, treason.

Does the accused
have any words to say

in his own defense?

Fuck... you.

- Oh, get him.
- This is injustice!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Gentlemen, that's enough!

Get out there. Go on.

Bring in the next man!

It's been like that all day.

We've condemned
a dozen men since morning.

And between them,

I've yet to see
an ounce of remorse.

Savages to the bitter end.

When you condemn
a dozen men in as many hours,

perhaps remorse
is a bit much to ask.

You object to these trials.

I do not object to trials,

I do not object to hangings.

What I do object to,
however, is spectacle,

certain to increase
defiance and anger

rather than sooth it.

We should be moving past this,

not wallowing in it.

That's a very noble perspective.

And I might share it were it
not for the soldier of mine

found with his throat
slit this morning...

with a note attached...

threatening that any
further hanging of pirates

would be met
with more reprisals.

A note attributed

to Long John Silver.

I believe our current war
is far from over.

I believe there are yet
still radicals amongst us

eager to do us harm in the
name of their pirate king.

And I believe there is more
you could be doing

to aid us in ferreting out
those radicals.

If you choose to.

I am very sorry
for the loss of your man,

and I will be vigilant,
as I always am,

about any information
that might allow us

to make Nassau safe.

But promises were made

by the governor to me,

by me to my informants.

And if oaths are no
longer kept here,

if boundaries are no
longer respected here,

then there is no civilization
left here to defend,

and I do not know
what we are fighting for.

In a matter of hours,

the governor and his wife
will set sail from here

aboard separate vessels

to seek aid in our efforts.

He to Port Royal,
she to Philadelphia.

I alone am to be left in
charge of Nassau's security.

And I gave our lord
governor my solemn oath

that I would see it protected

against any and all enemies.

I look forward very much

to be working with you
to that end.

Philadelphia?

What is in Philadelphia worth
leaving things here in this state?

My grandfather
spent his winters there

negotiating with his
suppliers for the spring.

I'll find him there
and secure his assistance.

I must strongly
advise against it,

against you and the governor
being gone in this moment.

We are so very close
to winning this war

and finally bringing Nassau
out of the dark.

But I fear we cannot complete
the victory on our own.

We're going to need help, and this is
the only way I know how to get it.

You and I both know that there are
men on both sides of this war

whose identities are
so enmeshed in this conflict

that they are more afraid of ending
it than they are of losing it.

And I believe you are about
to elevate one of those men

into a position
of significant power.

That may very well be,

but Captain Berringer is loyal.

Captain Berringer is strong.

And at this moment,
Captain Berringer

is a man before whom
Nassau lives in terror.

Right now, that might
be what she needs.

The governor will return soon

and I soon thereafter.

We just need things
to hold until then.

And this seems like
our best chance at it.

"More lies."

Who else's lies am I to be
held responsible for?

I heard a story once...

told to me by Captain Flint,

who knows Nassau's history
as well as any other.

A story about a man
consigned to the wrecks.

A man who was quite
specifically disfigured.

A man who sailed
with Edward Teach

in his early days.

One of his most trusted men...

and one of the deadliest men
that Nassau ever knew.

I heard that on the day
Governor Thompson fled,

it was actually this man
who wielded the knife

that killed his wife and son.

So, all Teach and Jennings
and the giants

were hailed as the fathers
of the pirate republic.

It was actually another
who cut the cord.

I heard his name was...

Israel Hands.

It's a pleasure to make
your acquaintance.

Though, given the rest
of the story,

it is of some curiosity to me
that you're still here.

See, I heard
that when Captain Teach

began to see Charles Vane
as his heir apparent,

Israel Hands became jealous
of Teach's affection

and that it led to a falling
out with the captain

that was most humiliating.

A degrading beating before
all the crews on the beach.

A pistol shot
just missing his eye,

rendering him
a misshapen wretch.

You talk too much.

So, you can understand
my confusion,

given that Nassau's first king

embarrassed you so
thoroughly and so publicly,

forbade any other crew
from having you.

Why on earth
would you have stayed?

I sincerely hope it isn't because
you're still holding out

for some sort of apology
from Teach.

Fuck Teach.

Yeah, fuck Teach.

Huh? We are brothers that
sail beneath the black.

How can a man like that
be the best of us?

Well, they followed Teach,
and where did it lead?

An English governor
raising his flag over Nassau.

Fuck Teach.

He was almost the end of us.

But now I'm here

and things are about
to begin again.

You?

Who are you that I ought
to pay you any mind?

I'm no one.

From nowhere.

Belonging to nothing.

I'm a wretch like you.

And yet

mountains of gold have changed
hands because I chose it.

Thousands of men in Nassau are
living in fear of my return

because I decreed it.

Hundreds of dead redcoats
in a forest not far from here

because I made it so.

I'm the reason grown men
lie awake at night.

I am a new beginning for Nassau.

And you'd trade
all of that for what?

500 pieces?

You think you're worth more?

To the right people.

Who?

Who would pay so much for you?

Enough.

Is she asleep yet?

Audrey?

Are you asleep yet?

Yes.

Your daughter.

Ruth, fix some more
hot water, would you?

Ruth?

What is it?

We're under attack!

Move! Move!

The main slave quarters.

Take as many extra
weapons as you can.

Let's get them armed.

It's only a matter of time
before militia arrive

from other estates
that heard the alarm.

Wait!

If you shoot,

I'll have to do the same.

Hello, Ruth.

You knew my father.

I had heard
that you might be coming

to set us free.

Yes.

I'm glad that you came.

And now I need you to go.

They say your ship
is ready to depart.

The launch awaits you
at the jetty.

I should be going.

How long do you think
to Port Royal?

I'll make it.

I promise you I will make it.

Don't you dare let him
catch you, don't you dare.

I won't.

You wait until morning
to depart.

I don't want him lurking in the dark
out there awaiting another departure.

I know.

I hear Philadelphia is lovely.

Try not to dawdle there.

I will see you back here again.

Soon.

Soon.

He wants to know
when you're leaving.

You have no intention
of leaving, do you?

What exactly do you
suggest I tell him?

Whatever the fuck
you wanna tell him.

Anne.

At a certain point,
there is a good chance

he'll just decide to kill you
than take your no for an answer.

He can try.

"He can try."

I'll pass that one along.

I go looking
for Eleanor Guthrie,

you know I'm gonna
find her, too.

Max.

Said if I turned over the
cache, you'd be safe.

And it ain't just the lie.

She tried to take you
away from me.

When I left that island...

all I could think about was having
a chance to make her pay...

for what she done.

Now that we're here...

it would be so easy.

And I don't wanna do it.

Don't wanna live with it after.

The sight of her hurt
in that way.

Just don't want it.

That fucking island.

Makes you do shit
you don't wanna do.

How is it we haven't
figured that out by now?

What the hell are we
doing back here, Jack?

It's the governor's banner!

Glass, please. Quickly.

Well, the good news is...

Ben's squad just found a
storehouse filled to the ceiling

of salt pork, corn.

They must have been readying
a shipment back into Nassau.

So, between that and the
ordinance we just scavenged,

we may be better supplied than the
British in Nassau at this moment.

That said,

the strangest thing just happened
out by the slave quarters.

The doors were locked

from the inside.

How did you know that?

What?

What did she tell you?

When I acquired those weapons
we used to fight the British,

it apparently aroused suspicion
amongst the estate owners,

concerned that the alliance
between your people and mine

might prove dangerous to maintaining
control over their holdings,

so they took precautions

against any move
that might incite revolt.

Any man who had a woman,

any woman who had a
child was separated.

With families distributed amongst the
other plantations on the island,

if any one community revolted

or by inaction allowed
an estate to be toppled,

their husbands and wives

and children who are held
on the other plantations

would be punished most severely.

If we complete this conquest,

if we force a situation

which might see these people's
husbands and wives and children

brutalized this way,

many of them would die by their own
hand before they let that happen.

We'll move quickly, take the
other plantations as well.

To seven different estates?

Wait a minute.

We have no choice.
You want to withdraw?

If we don't, knowing
full well the cost,

it will be the end
of whatever trust exists

between us and the slaves
on the island,

or anywhere, for that matter.

The end of any alliance
that might be between us.

How is leaving them here
any better?

The only way to free them safely

is if it is all at once.

Simultaneous revolts
across the island

initiated by one very loud

and very clear signal
that will be heard by all.

If we take Nassau first...
Take it first?

It would demonstrate
to the slave communities

the viability of our enterprise.

Show them that beyond revolt
lies a safe harbor

with allies strong enough
to protect them.

It is the only way to ensure that the
greatest number of them survive.

I lost six men tonight.

The men I have left
know this estate

means supplies
and full stomachs.

They know they are
stronger with it.

And, thus, fewer of them will die in
the weeks ahead than would without it.

And you want to walk away. We
didn't come here to take an estate.

We came here
to make a statement,

not just to expel England,
but to defeat them.

And to do it together.
That has always been the goal.

And right now, that requires a painful
but necessary tactical retreat.

I'm asking you...

please...

don't do this.

Militia's approaching.

The neighboring estates must've
heard the guns and rallied.

This was never gonna be easy.

It just is what it is.

There's been a change
in circumstances.

We need to be gone
before that militia arrives.

Gather all the weapons you can.

We're gonna be moving back towards...
We're not going anywhere.

Henry, Davis,
restrain the captain.

What are you doing?

I'm through following you down a
path only you seem able to see.

Towards a victory
only you seem able to define.

We will hold our position here

until we can find
our way into Nassau

and free the rest of the men.

And we will do it without you.

Do it.

The rest of you form a firing
line to repel that militia.

Are you sure you want to keep
following him down that path?

Stand your men down

and follow me away from here,

for any man who offers
resistance to that militia

will be held responsible
for... Fire!

Plantation men!

It's over now!
We're under attack!

- Fall back! Fall back!
- Fall back!

Fall back to the corn field!

It's been confirmed.

The governor was spotted
boarding the brig.

They're hauling back
their anchor as we speak.

He'll be gone within the hour,

off in search of aid, no doubt, to
secure his possession of Nassau,

win the war for England.

And with him will depart
a number of soldiers,

diminishing the number of bodies

between us and Eleanor Guthrie.

That many fewer obstacles between
us and justice for Charles' murder.

If you still wish Anne to lead the
vanguard to do it, tell me now.

I'll have it done.

Would you like to know
what I think?

I think Anne is right.

She said something
to me earlier.

She said only a fool would give his life
to earn the admiration of a corpse.

I wanted to strangle her.

But part of me could not help
but note in that moment

she sounded an awful lot
like someone else I once knew,

someone you and I both once knew

who shared Anne's mistrust

of sentimentality.

And just after
he joined my crew...

I spent two weeks careening on
this shit island with no name.

I knew right away he was
different than the others.

He was so like me
when I was a younger man.

And that he and I

somehow were fated
to matter to one another.

I was consumed with the question
of whether our similarities

would be a blessing or a curse.

So, whilst the others
were careening,

a number of us were inland

by a spring.

The sun climbs up
over the top of the trees

in just a way that
it shines off the pool...

lighting up all around us.

In that moment,

a bird lands on the water...

Massive, snow-white beast,

big as a boar.

To this day, I've never
seen anything like it.

Between the sun
and the size of it,

it just felt...

meaningful.

The answer to a question I
did not yet know how to ask.

I told him

that there were men in the east

who would have seen in that
bird the darkest of all omens,

bringer of death.

But then,

there are other men near Clifton...
my... my mother's home...

Who would've called it
a sign of great fortune,

an indication from the heavens

that someone up there favored
our endeavor together.

And I asked him
what he thought it meant.

"Dinner."

I don't know what made me
think of that story.

There are moments in the dead
of night when I can't sleep

and I wonder if I will ever
be able to truly rest again

until I know that Eleanor Guthrie
has paid for what she took from me.

And then there are other moments

when I wonder if it would actually
please him to see her dead,

to know the scales
had been evened.

Or if despite
all they had been through,

despite the anger
and the blood and the betrayal

and all he'd done to her
and she to him,

despite what I or you or what
anybody else might think of it,

if wherever he was,

he still didn't
just a little bit love her.

I wonder if he were here now,

watching us battle with the
choice to kill her in his name

or defeat the governor

and perhaps therein win the
war we all together started,

if he might call us fools.

And then I wonder if maybe we
don't have to work that hard

to imagine what he'd say.

Maybe we've already heard it,

and the only choice is
whether we choose to listen.

Cannon fire from the port!

He's underway, Captain.

Using the fort guns for cover.

Do we pursue?

Slip the cables.

Set a course to overtake her.

Slip the cable!

Set course to pursue!

Ma'am?

Long John Silver.

So big a name
for so small a man.

What is it
you have to say to me?

You owe me.

Certainly your fortune.

Probably your life.

You might wanna consider that
and then choose a new tone,

especially given that
in the very near future

your life might end up
in my hands yet again.

Is that so?

Is Teach still free?

Is Rackham?

Is Flint?

This war may feel over,

but as long as we're all
free, it's far from it.

And if somehow
we prevail in Nassau,

what happens to former friends

who've since aligned themselves
so warmly with the governor?

I've come to offer you a chance

to earn back our friendship.

Or, more specifically,
to buy it back.

An amount of money that proves
your desire to come... No.

No?

I am tired of this.

This thing
that perpetuates itself

with anger and bluster
and blood.

I do not want to be your friend.

What I want is
for all of this to end.

For it to end, you must end.

I imagine I have some obligation

to surrender you
to Captain Berringer,

but the spectacle he would make
of your trial and execution

would only fan the flames of
what is burning in Nassau now.

I am tempted to put the sword
to you and your man both,

and bury this story for good,

but what am I

if I spend my days pleading
for a return to civility

and then do dark things
under the cover of night?

So, you will remain
in my custody

until I can find a place far
from here to deposit you.

You will be gone,

but you will live.

And for that, I will consider
whatever debts I may owe you

to be paid in full.