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(light piano music playing)

(items thudding)

(sighs)

♪♪

(wind whistling)

♪♪

(exhales)

(sighs)

(loud splash)

Bye-bye.

♪♪

(inhales, sighs)

(humming)

Stede Bonnet:
Can't believe you made me
breakfast in bed.

Blackbeard:
Yeah, me neither.

I don't think
I've ever even made
regular breakfast.

What have we got?

Toast with a bite
already taken.

-Blackbeard: That was me.
-Marmalade, of course.

And strangely,
some twine.

What's that about?

Yeah, it's
a piece of twine.
I panicked.

Uh, didn't know what
else to put on there,

so I thought that I
should add a flourish,

so I put the twine on.

It worked. It does.
It actually made it.

Just my way
of sayin' thank you.

-For what?
-(deep breath)

Okay, you know
that night that I died?

-Mm, yeah.
-You appeared to me.

-Appeared?
-Yeah.

-Like a ghost?
-No, like a mermaid.

Or a mer-man.
You were a mer-person.

Wow. How'd I look?

Fantastic.

Ya know,
orange and sparkly,

and you sort of just

appeared
out of the darkness
under the water.

You saved my life.

Well, I'm glad
I could help.

I'm sure you'll return
the favor next time

we're in
a near-death situation.

How 'bout we just avoid
all near-death situations?

(laughs)
Yeah. Nice idea.

Not bloody likely
with our line of work.

-Izzy Hands: Hiya, boys.
-Jesus!

-Fuck off.
-It is my duty to inform
the Captain that the ship

has docked
on the Republic of Pirates.

Thank you.
You could inform
me on deck.

Aye, aye.
Also, it's good to see

that it's not
just the ship...

that has been well
and truly... docked.

-Congratulations.
-(Stede sighs)

(whispers)
He's jealous.

(pipe organ music playing)

(birds cawing)

(clock ticking)

What is this doing
in my office?

Well, that's
from the Prince.

He delivered one
to every ship
in the fleet.

Something about
celebrating a time
of peace

between pirate
and civilized society.

-Oh, because,
"time" and "time."
-Ah, mm.

-Nice.
-(sputters)

Man, it's really ugly,
isn't it? Ay.

(kicks clock)

(clock chimes loudly)

At least it's loud!

-(light music playing)
-(street chatter)

(goat bleats)

Hey, you seein'
all these knobs

with the red,
knotty doodads
on their shoulders?

Pretty stylish, aye?

Zheng's recruitin'.
(chuckles) She must
have some big plans.

Alright, we get it.
Your queen's a genius.

I'm just sayin'
she's ambitious,
that's all.

-Alright.
-Borderline brilliant, actually.

Wait, hey, isn't
that her over there?

Zheng!
Hey, girl!
What up?

Jim:
Ah, looks like
she remembers you.

-And it's not looking good.
-Oluwande: Nope.

(Auntie grunts)

Stede:
We've been living
around here for weeks.

Can't believe I didn't
know about this place.

Blackbeard:
Oh, no. This place is great.

I know everyone.
Hey, Maxie!

(Stede chuckles)

Yeah.
My favorite thing
about this place,

I've never
been stabbed.

-Wow, that's a first.
-Yeah.

Well, um, I spent a lot
of time at the beach

writing you letters.

What kind
of letters?

Just letters.
Putting them
in bottles.

Throwing 'em
in the sea.

Letters in bottles.
It's not the most reliable

postal service,
but I love that.

I love that
ya did that.

Hey. Don't mean
to interrupt, but--

You want
an autograph.
Here we go.

Having a lovely
little meal here
with my friend.

Um,
but I tell you what,
I'm feeling in a,

in a nice
and generous mood.

Once we finish
our meal,

I will sign
whatever you want.

Are you
Stede Bonnet?

You wasted Ned Low?

Wh-- Uh, yes
and yes, I suppose.

Do we have
a problem here?

-We're just huge fans.
-(roughnecks laughing)

Um, we're gonna be
at Jackie's later,
we'll buy ya a round.

-Stede: Wow.
-Oh, bring your friend, too.

-Stede: Spanish Jackie's.
-(Blackbeard chuckles)

-Roughneck: So awesome
we got a chance to meet him.
-What?

Congrats, mate.
You're infamous.

Come on.
I mean, a few roughnecks

outside a fish shack
does not infamy make.

Tell ya what.
Why don't we go
and get that drink, ay?

You can try out
your new fame.

-Maybe just one.
-Mm-hmm.

Should we get the bill?

Pirates don't pay,
especially famous ones.

-(Stede squeals)
-Run for it.

-Go, go, go, go.
-Stede: We didn't pay.

-(Stede/Blackbeard laughing)
-We didn't pay!

-(chatter, laughter)
-And so I said
to the poor bastard,

"Not with those shoes on,
you won't." (laughs)

Hey! Thanks, mate. (laughs)

God, this is going
great for you.

-I'm enjoying it.
-You are getting famous.

Here's a couple
of things about that.

Accept drinks,
but, uh, never
finish them.

-Oh.
-Um, never insult
someone's tattoo,

especially if
it's of you.

What?
People have your face
tattooed on their body?

Not just my face.

-Oh, wow.
-Yeah, um, what else?

Number one thing,
for me, is I'd say,

watch out
for the papes'.

-What are they?
-The paper-razzi.

Those assholes
that f-float around,

they're hiding
in the corners
doing drawings

of you without
your permission.

-There's one over there.
-Stede: What?!

-Blackbeard: Yeah. Fuck you!
-Stede: Oh, wow!

Hey, someone's
definitely, probably
gonna try and kill you.

-Oh, really?!
-Yeah. Enjoy the night!

What? What? Kill me?

Lucius:
Maybe there isn't
any bad blood.

Jackie might not
even be here today.

-Dude!
-Lucius: What?

(whispers)
We set one foot in here,

Spanish Jackie
will have our heads.

Spanish Jackie:
More like your balls.

-Frenchie: Oh, Christ.
-(crew muttering)

-Oh, shit.
-Spanish Jackie:
"The Revenge" boys.

I never thought I'd
see you in here again.

-(panicked crosstalk)
-Sorry!

Spanish Jackie:
Everyone, listen up!

Here's the crew
that 86ed Ned Low!

-(bar patrons cheering)
-Hey!

-Come on in!
-Hey.

Don't be scared.
Come on!

The Swede will be
happy to see ya.

This is
my signature cocktail.

I call it the Sot och Saftig,
or the Sweet and Spicy,

just like my wife.

-Okay. Thank you.
-The Swede: Cheers.

Is it just me
or did The Swede
get, like, so hot?

It's an adjustment
for me as well.

Another round...
for the legendary crew
of "The Revenge"!

-(cheering)
-(bell ringing)

Black Pete:
Thank you!

Hey, this free drink
shit is for the birds.
You know what I mean?

Birds love
drinking for free?

No, that's not
what I mean.

I mean, there's
money to be made.

-Let's get our grift on.
-Okay.

-Yeah?
-Yeah, let's do it.

(Spanish Jackie laughs)

Spanish Jackie:
Ah, it looks like
your man is famous.

-Woo, look at me!
-Blackbeard: Hm.

Why you dressed like
a dirty-ass orphan?

(chuckles)
Just takin' a little break
from the leathers, ya know?

Mm.

Natural fibers,
bird shit on your collar.

You goin' through that
"If I was a regular dude"
phase, huh?

Actually, it might
not be a phase.

Ah. Does he know that?

-Crowd (chanting): Stede! Stede!
-(cheering)

Because your guy
just became
the motherfuckin' man.

Okay, here we go.

Oh, Blackbeard,

-are you a poor now?
-Uh, what? No.

I'm just, (sighs)
just trying something
different, man.

-Oh, okay.
-Blackbeard: Jesus.

Back to basics.

-Blackbeard: Love the new look.
-Yeah, now he's mucho caliente.

Fucks like a jackhammer.
(chuckles)

-Crowd (chanting): Stede! Stede!
-I'm a Sea God!

-(Spanish Jackie laughs)
-Shit.

(muffled cheering)

You were kinda like
the break in my day.

-(both chuckle)
-I've, I've never been

called "the break"
in anyone's day before.

Ya know, she just
looked at me like
I was a worm.

Was it as devastating
as it was arousing?

How'd ya do it, Swede?

How'd you, how'd you
make Jackie so happy?

(scoffs)
Hard work.

I put my heart, soul,
my back into it.

My whole body.
(chuckles)

Ya know, if it doesn't
work out with you
and your lady friend,

I could put in a word
with Jackie. Hm?

There's decent turnover
here, husband-wise.

Jim:
I know things
didn't end well,

but he thinks about
you all the time, man.

Olu came with me
because we're like
anchors for each other.

-We're, we're family.
-Oh, yeah. Family who fucked.

-Jim: Not helping. Look.
-Archie: Sorry, sorry.

Ever since Olu
came with us,

all he does is
talk about you

and how he wishes
he could make it up
to you.

Thank you for telling me.

You wanna talk to him?

I would not say no to that.

See you soon,
Pirate Queen.

Don't make yourself
too available.

-(bell dinging)
-(birds cawing)

Izzy:
Havin' a think, are ya?

Hey, ya know what
I did this mornin'?
Bright and early?

-Made your
boyfriend blush.
-Hm.

Ya threw away
your leathers,
I saw ya.

'Course ya did.

How'd it feel?

Fucking great.

(pensive music playing)

Maybe you should
listen to it.

♪♪

(indistinct chatter)

-I just threw a violin.
-(group laughing)

Blackbeard didn't wanna
kill Ned Low himself?

No, you see--
Well, maybe.

But we're
a partnership.

We take turns
on making
our decisions.

That's what we do.
It works for us,
always has.

Right, Blackbeard?

-Where is he? Ed?
-Man (yells):
Stede fucking Bonnet!

(crowd murmurs)

I'm gonna
fucking kill you!

(crowd gasps, oohs)

-(man screaming)
-(crowd laughing)

Looks like I got someone
all hot and bothered.

(laughter)

Gentlemen Pirate's
the fuckin' dude!

-(cheering)
-You're not wrong.

♪♪

Ed? I've been looking
everywhere for you.

Hey, I'm just
getting some air.

Someone tried to kill me,
just like you said they would!

But I set them alight,
and then I said a cool thing
and everyone laughed!

(halfheartedly) Whoa.

Your first immolation.
I'm sorry I missed it.

People are so jazzed!
I even got my ear pierced!

It hurt like hell!
It's been a great day.

Hey, I'm happy for you.
I really am.

You don't sound
that happy.

Man, I said to you
that I needed to take
this slow,

and it's been
the complete opposite.

I think last night
was... a mistake.

I'm not ready
for whatever this is.

Well, you know,
this can be whatever
we want it to be.

I don't even
know who I am.

Alright? I know I don't
wanna be a pirate.

And you. L-Look at you,
you're blowing up, ya know?

You're the toast of the town.
Everyone wants a piece--

-Ed, you're panicking!
-I'm-I'm not panicking. Alright?

And here's the news,
I'm leaving.

What?

I got a job on a little
fishing boat

and I'm leaving.

I'm a fisherman now.

Oh, Ed. Seriously?
You're not a fisherman.

I am.
I-I caught a fish.
You saw that?

-One fish?
-Yeah. You liked that fi--
You said it was a good fish.

It was a fine fish.
It was... whatever.

-I was just making
you feel good!
-Oh, whatever? Whatever?

Okay, you know what?
Fuck you. No.

If you're not taking
my fishing seriously,
fine.

Come on,
it's not about that!

It's everything
about that!

It's everything
about fishing.

Why don't we
just stop now,

before we say something
we can't take back.

You're just blowing this up.

Fishermen and pirates
are nothing alike.

You're a coward!

-Hey!
-Tiff: What?

What is that
doing here?

Queen said she didn't
want it in her quarters.

Well, I do not
wanna see it here.

Put it below deck.
Fuck's sake.

Ugh! (sighs)

Planks, ahoy!
Planks! Authentic!

100% Gentleman Pirate-certified
replica planks!

-Anyone for a plank?
Yes, sir! Yes, sir!
-Patron: Over here! Over here!

Black Pete:
This is a genuine signature.

Very few of these available.
This deal won't last.

The Gentleman Pirate,
the genuine article!

-We need more of these, babe.
-I'm going as fast as I can

with a missing
finger, hon.

Fancy man
from Barbados!

Wee John Feeney:
Ya know, for another
piece of eight,

I can do the back
of his head on the front
of your torso.

-Yeah, absolutely. Yeah.
-I've got all day, buddy.

Stede:
Some people are
afraid of success,

but... I feel like
you guys get me.

You like me for me.

I've only known you
a few hours, Bonnet,

but I'd fuckin' die for ya.

A bit intense,
but (sighs)
I like the feeling.

(indistinct chatter)

VIPs only.

Oh, Mr. Hands.

Steak Knife.
Fuck off a minute.

Steak Knife:
Fucking off, sir.

Whatever you wanna say,
you can say it in front
of my friends.

-Fuck off, Bill.
-Yes, sir, Mr. Hands.

Oh, Bill?

I know what happened.
Edward left you.

So, this is
a victory lap, then?

Might take you a while
with your horsey leg.

For the record,

I think you're
good for him.

You balance
each other out.

Took me a long time
to realize that,
but... I do now.

-Fat lot of good
it's done us.
-Hm.

Yeah, well... (groans)

ya know what he did
when I told him
I loved him?

-He shot me.
-He shot you.
Yeah, I know.

-(groans)
-(bangs table)

He's a complicated man.

No pressure,
but, um, this might
be your last shot.

What we talkin' about?

Que valga la pena.

(light piano music playing)

I have a hard time
with trust.

You know that saying,
"Fool me once, shame on me;

fool me twice,
I need to end
your life"?

Okay. That's not
how that goes.

That's how
I was taught.

Look, I-I'm sorry I left.

Okay? It was, it was
just all that stuff

about killin' my friends.
It was just--

-It was a little bit intense.
-You don't have to explain.

Uh... I...

(deep breath)
I missed you.

You missed
the break in your day.

-(Zheng laughs)
-'Cause that's what
you used to say.

I missed the break
in my day.

-(both laughing)
-I love when you say that.

(softly) Okay.

(mellow music playing)

Let's get you
back on the ship.
You need it.

Besides...
you stay here
much longer,

you're gonna end up
on the wrong end of a sword.

(Stede chuckles)

Jim:
Look at you, you got
all four limbs.

-He was concerned you were
gonna stab him, but--
-So, yeah.

I-I'm, I'm gonna,
I'm gonna go
with Zheng now.

-Oh.
-So, thank you
for being kinda nosy

and crossing
boundaries,

and-- (chuckles)
you know what you did.

All good,
Pirate Queen.

Stede:
What's she doing here?

She's recruited
half the island.

Well, she better
back off my guys.

As I understand it,
there might be a bit
of room on the ship.

Oh, would we get
our own room or...?

-(Archie/Jim laugh)
-Don't push it.

I mean,
we can also share.

-I mean, we've been doing that--
-Oluwande: Alright.

Oh, I see...
We're all friendly now.

Zheng, last we
saw each other,

you were tryna
kill everyone.

Hi, Stede.

Congrats on
the Ned Low thing,
that's big for you.

Leave my crew alone.

Are you sure
they're yours?

Oh, they are.
We've been through
hell together.

This might make things
a bit awkward, Cap--

-S-Stede, but--
-Et tu, Olu?

You're gonna
stab me in the back
right in front of me?

For her?

I took her entire crew down
with chamomile tea!

Let's not
do this here.

Stede: Do what?
We're just talking,
aren't we?

-Unless...
-(crowd oohs)

...you had something
else in mind.

I'm going to pretend
you didn't just touch
your sword.

Should I pretend
you're not poaching
my crew?

It's not poaching
if they wanna leave.

Maybe go spend
some time with your
serial killer boyfriend.

Or did he already
leave you again?

-Oh, damn.
-(crowd murmurs)

(tense music playing)

Who told ya that?

Oh, shit, really?

That was a lucky shot,
but, yeah, figures.

I got this, boss.

That was really mean.

I'd back up.

-Now, I'll be mean.
-Okie-doke.

(crowd murmurs)

(choking)

Steak Knife!

-No! What have you done?
-(Steak Knife choking)

(cries)
Steak! Fight it! Steak-y!

♪♪

-Draw.
-Oh, Bonnet, no.

I'll make this quick.

You're gonna die
quickly, are you?

(Stede grunts)

-Ah!
-You fight like a towel boy.

(grunts)
Aha!

♪♪

I've killed mediocre men.

I've killed exceptional men.

But you're the worst kind:

a mediocre man who thinks
he's exceptional.

Thing about being mediocre,
no one sees you coming.

(grunts)

(groans)

-(Archie laughing)
-Shit.

You got fucked up, bro.
You got fucked up.

-(grunts)
-(Archie yells)

-Hell no!
-(grunting)

(upbeat music playing)

-(fighting)
-(grunting)

(indistinct yelling)

♪♪

(bottle shatters)

Oh, hell no!
Y'all take this
shit outside!

-(patron screaming)
-I said, take this shit outside!

(clock ticking)

Stede:
Oh! (groans)

Black Pete:
Stay down, Stede! Stay down!

-(grunting)
-Oh, no!

Jim:
Stede, please don't get up.

Say "mercy"
and this all ends.

-Oluwande: Just do it.
-Black Pete: Say it.

-Quit.
-Black Pete: Say it, Stede.

(cries) Merci...

(sighs of relief)

beaucoup.

(disappointed murmurs)

-(Stede whimpers)
-(Zheng yells)

-Is this how you
plank someone, Stede?!
-(Stede groans)

-Am I doing it right?
-(crowd exclaims)

Stede:
Well, actually. (grunts)

-(crowd exclaims)
-Oh, no, no, no.

-Fuck.
-Fuckin' hell.

(clock ticking)

Now the plank walks you!

(yells)

(clock chimes)

(explosions)

(cannonfire)

(solemn music playing)

(pedestrians screaming)

-Oh, my God!
-Oh, God!

(explosions)

♪♪

-(cannonball whizzes)
-(explosion)

♪♪

(screaming)

♪♪

This rope is so rough
on my tender fingies.

I shouldn't have
agreed to do all this.

What if we just...
(exhales) don't?

-(Roach laughs)
-I'm so relaxed, man.

How did ya
think of this?

My curl pattern
was messed up
by the salt air,

I was permanently
sunburned,

-my toenails were
coming through my shoes.
-(Fang groans)

And I said to myself,
"Roach, buddy,

you need to take
care of yourself."

Yeah, that's so,
so, so important.

Hey...
check this out.

(light music playing)

(Fang gasps)

What?
What are you doing?

Huh?