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I'm prepared to prosecute
a defense of the harbor

and repel the navy
from here definitively

if you agree to join me in
sailing away from here for good.

I stole it from you, the Urca gold.

Whatever happens out here,
one thing is certain...

you and I would be
a hell of a lot better off

as partners than as rivals.

I will have a launch
ferry me to the sand alone,

and I will make
the pardon address.

It shouldn't be you.
If you send someone

known to the men on
that beach, it might work.

Be it proclaimed that
any man on this island

who will renounce piracy
will be offered

a full and unqualified pardon.

All of you, that is, but one.

There shall be a bounty
of £10,000 sterling

for the capture of Charles Vane,
dead or alive.

Since we've been becalmed,
our rate of drift has suggested

we had a good chance of making
landfall on one of these islands.

Does it hurt?

Less so.

You know, fresh water helps.

The men have been asking questions.

Soon we'll need an answer.

What's next for us?

I've been thinking about
our engagement with Captain Hornigold.

He offered pardons to our entire crew.

He had no way of knowing
how many men we even had,

which suggests he had the number
covered by a wide margin.

And once someone's given him 100,

what's to say they
haven't given him 200?

500? More?

Go on.

And Billy said something to me.

Said that someone else likely
procured those pardons for Hornigold.

I started wondering.

If you're Whitehall
and you have it in your head

you want to finally retake
Nassau from the pirates,

isn't the opening move in that attack

the introduction of a universal pardon?

You been putting this
together all this time

and never saying
anything to me about it?

Well, you and I haven't exactly been

on the warmest of terms lately.

No, I... I suppose not.

Well, then it's clear.

The men must be prepared
to return to an embattled Nassau.

They must know we're about to join
a fight to resist a British incursion.

It's likely over already.

The fight. If there was one at all.

It's likely it didn't last long.

The pardons will be tempting,

but our men resisted.

Our men resisted because
you and I told them to.

For whatever reason, when you
and I speak with one voice,

we seem to be able
to compel them to any end.

But Nassau will not be able to
maintain that sort of resolve.

Not without you or I there
to help instill it.

How can you be so sure about this?

When I assembled my staff of
advisors for this enterprise,

I spared no expense.

Some of the most promising sons

of the most prominent
families in London.

Brilliant minds. Full of ambition.

In this moment, I think it fair to say

I wouldn't trade you
for any 10 of them.

You're very kind.

No, I'm very accountable.

By daybreak tomorrow, I'm told
more than half of the pirates

will have accepted the King's pardon

and we will be ready to move
my flag onto the island.

In the 30 days that follow,

I will need to accomplish
90 days worth of progress

just to keep schedule.

I will need someone
by my side at all times

to aid in seeing it done.

A senior counselor
serving without portfolio.

At the moment, I believe you
represent the best candidate for it.

Because I suggested
sending Hornigold to the beach?

Because you're smart

without needing anyone
to explain to you how to be.

And because you're not afraid
of being thought to be wrong

when you know that you're right.

Won't the promising sons

resent my presence
in such a senior capacity?

I'm fairly certain I don't care.

Do you?

No.

Good.

Then you're hired.

Let us begin.

£10,000 they're paying
for Vane's head, Jack.

Now, I know you ain't got
no need for the money,

but for fuck's sake,
don't be greedy.

You and I have known
each other for years.

It's the least
you could do for a friend.

Who is he?

Look, sooner or later,

there's gonna be 100 more
men out here, Jack,

and this ain't gonna be
your decision anymore.

Open it.

You recognize him?

What the fuck, Jack?

Paul something or other.

Come on, Jack. Let us in.
Why just you?

Island full of murdering,
thieving fucks

and you were the only one
they can't forgive?

How does that make any sense?

I don't know.

But whatever the reason,
the men behind that door

will soon be joined by hundreds
more seeking the bounty.

In an hour.
We'll be besieged.

The men have cast their lots.

They are resolved that
you convince Captain Vane

to depart the fort.

They believe that turning him over
might convince the British commander

to allow them to keep
the fort and the gold.

Safe to say the fight to defend Nassau
is off to an inauspicious beginning.

Teach is still on the bay.

There may yet be a way
to salvage some defense.

It's over.

It's over.

Now all that remains is that
we escape this place and survive.

All the doors are covered
by men seeking the bounty.

And I have to imagine the tunnel
exits are being watched as well,

given Hornigold's
familiarity with them.

Then I suggest we
manufacture a new exit.

♪

You all right?

No.

Who are they?

Maroons. Escaped slaves.

They must have a camp upriver.

Judging by their numbers,
a large one.

They must have spied
the ship from a distance.

From up in the hills there.

We've taken slaves
onto the crew before.

Freed a lot of them. Won't that
put us in good stead with them?

We've sold more than we've
freed, and they know it.

And even if we hadn't,
they'd assume we did.

Pick up your man.

It's all right.

Shit.

Ah!

Which is your captain?

I am.

What is your name?

Flint.

Which one is your quartermaster?

I am.

You speak for your men?

Yes?

Then I speak with you.

How did you find this place?

We were defeated in battle.

Thrown by a storm onto your shore.

There was no design in it.

Who else knew your position?

Who else knows where to find you?

No one.

We're alone.

I give you my word.

Were you me, would you wager the lives

of all those in your care

on the word of a pirate?

That one.

Where are they taking him?

They'll interrogate us one by one,

make sure our stories jibe.

And then what?

For those that survive the
first purge, it'll be hard labor.

Though not like any you've ever known.

But of the kind they've known.

Cruel and violent.

Whatever methods they've
seen done to their own kind,

they feel resolved to repeat it
upon those they deem complicit.

Who are you?

My name is Ben Gunn.

I'm the last of 13 crewmen
on a slave trader

captured whilst careening on the
windward side of the island.

I've learned 12 hard
lessons from that woman.

Each with the same end.

That sooner or later,
death awaits any man

who lays eyes on this place.

And that before it arrives,
she is determined to make you fear it.

We need to get out of here.

Rapidly.

Where the fuck have you been?

Just putting some things in order.
You said you'd put him out, Jack.

Quite right. Quick goodbye.
Last cigar. Surely you don't mind.

Did you do it?
Yeah.

Fuse is lit.

In a few minutes, that wall
is going to be a lot shorter.

Finding it hard to believe there is
near enough material in that magazine

to cause the sort of damage
you seem to think it will.

Believe it.

I have lost years of my
life these last months

trying to rebuild this place.

I'll be goddamned if the new governor

is going to inherit
the fruits of all that labor.

Not whole, at any rate.

Now, when it happens,

we should have a clear
path over the rubble.

We'll cover your escape to the jetty.

It's not going to be easy.

The whole island
is seeking that bounty.

My escape?

You plan to stay?

Teach respects you.

You'll sail with him without looking
over your shoulder the whole time

wondering whether he's gonna back
someone else to take your place.

But me, I have no interest in
living as a target of his.

Jack, you know there's no way
I'd ever let that happen.

Nor would I be a ward of yours.

I've made something for myself here.

I'll make it again somehow,

but I've come too far to go back.

You'll take the pardon, I presume.

Who knows?
I haven't got that far yet.

But wherever we land, Anne
and I will be taken care of.

Taken care of? How?

You set aside some of the gold?

She did.

How much?

Mmm.

Quit fucking around. Put him out.

Right, just a moment.

Fucking never liked you.

What?

I was just gonna say,
"I'll see you soon,"

but that would probably
be a lie, wouldn't it?

Probably.

Godspeed, Charles.

Fuck you, Jack.

Commodore reports
no change in their posture,

but he believes
it's only a matter of time

until we can expect their surrender.

Teach and his men will
never take the pardons.

His crew will be filled with fanatics.

Even fanatics need to eat.

With the beach secured
and no escape possible,

they have no means
to replenish supplies.

Time is against them.

You haven't asked.

About the status of Captain Vane.

I understand that there are a great
many elements to this operation,

of which Charles is just one.

I trust that if there's any
development on that issue

you will let me know.

Good.

Then may I ask what it is
that's causing you to make that face?

My appointment as your advisor.

I understand that you don't care

what reaction your people
may have to it,

but your people, I'm afraid,
are only half the issue.

I have enemies on that island.

Enemies who may be far less likely
to accede to your authority,

seeing me beside you
offering my counsel.

I have no idea what the
future may hold for me here,

but I believe your success
is key to it.

The last thing I would want
to do is undermine you.

Jesus Christ.

Mr. Dufresne, pass word to the men.

Captain Vane is very likely at large.

Remind them of the prize that
awaits his captor, please.

She's everything here.

Priestess, governess, warlord.

They say there's a king,
her husband,

that he exists abroad,
salvaging those rare items

necessary for life here,
but impossible to produce.

I've seen no evidence of him.

Here her word is supreme.

She's not to be underestimated.

What about the other one?

Down there.

Daughter, I believe.

From the deference she's shown,

I imagine she's next in line.

Why?

If we do nothing, they likely kill us.

If we attempt to escape,
they likely kill us

or the forest does it for them.

Oughtn't we be searching
for a third option with a better ending?

Like what?

I think they want us to think
they're all of one mind here.

But in a place like this,
how can that be?

There is a sympathetic
ear out there.

We just need to find it.

♪

Pass word to the commodore.

Resistance within the fort
has been defeated.

The fort wall already breached,
there was little chance to resist.

And the gold?

What will I say was the
effect of the blast

on our efforts to retrieve it?

Jesus, I don't know.

Tell him... tell him
it didn't help matters.

Name, please.

William Tennyson.

Where were you born?

Please prepare a document for Mr. Scott.
Of course, sir.

Good to see you, friend.

Glad you'll be joining our efforts.

If this is what Nassau is to be,

I see no value in resisting
what is clearly inevitable.

Hardly a ringing endorsement.

I admit, I have my reservations
with the new regime,

but I sleep better on
this side of the pardon

than I did on the other.

So how can I be of help to you?

Funny you should ask.
I've just returned from the fort.

Damage is extensive.

I know you were tasked with
restoring it the first time.

And I would be happy to do so again.
Don't be too eager.

Captain Rackham's slave laborers
are nowhere to be found.

They escaped?

Someone must have left
the pen unlocked.

They overran a handful of guards.

Well, perhaps I can help in finding
them and bringing them back.

You'd do that?

I oversaw them for weeks.
They know me.

They might be persuaded to return

knowing that they
would be treated fairly,

rather than risk
being caught by, uh...

less-understanding redcoats.

Can we slip through the east channel
when the tide rises?

They've maneuvered
a frigate around the Hog.

They'd rake any ship that
emerged on the other side.

Don't think there's any
way we can challenge

that blockade directly, do you?

Not exactly.

We're working on something,
though, to even the odds a bit.

But there's something else
that you should know first.

What?

Is she on deck?

Yes, sir.

There's good reason, it would seem,

that you were the only one to
whom they refused a pardon.

The Delicia, quarterdeck.

♪

It's been hours.

Imagine they're through
interrogating us.

Well, they've tortured the same story
out of four different men now.

I imagine that'll convince
them of the truth of it.

Ben says this is how
it went with his crew.

Killed a handful to show they could

and then the chains and hard labor.

If they put them to work,
how did they all die?

Trying to escape.

Escape?

How far did they get?

Not far, most of them.

Overseer shot all but half a dozen
before they made it to the tree line.

Four of those six
that made it into the woods

died within a few hours...

traps, dead ends, hunted down.

The other one made it

a full two days before
they recaptured him.

Him?

Couldn't find a way out.

But if he made it that long,

maybe he knows enough
to piece together a plan.

I hate to be the one to say this,

but is it possible we've missed
the point of that story?

They all died.

So why are we entertaining this?

It may be flawed, but it's a plan.

Gives him focus.

Keeps his mind off the fact that
there might not be a better plan.

Why would we want to take
that away from him?

I see no way out of this.

No matter what I do,
it leads to the same outcome.

And I wonder if it wouldn't be best

just to accept that I have
no choice in the matter.

You're curious again.

Ready to follow me through a door

that is somehow less frightening

knowing I await you
on the other side.

I miss you.

I miss you, too.

When we arrive out there...

I am to leave you behind?

Yes.

What if I were to stay?

I hear Brussels is nice.

Paris, maybe.

Though I don't speak French.

Whatever the fuck it is
they speak in Brussels.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, fucking hell, Jack.

Is it really as bad as all that?

Tomorrow we can be on our way
to anywhere in the world

with enough money
to live however we like.

Even where we was when we started.

Some people might
even call that success.

Fuck those people.

We got the world right now.

Any part of it we choose.

We were so close
to accomplishing something

that would have written
our names into history.

There's no piece of the world
for sale that can replace that.

It ain't good and it ain't fair.

But it is what it is.

We need to leave Nassau behind us.

Up.

Go, please.

Do you know who I am?

You're her daughter.

I understand from your men that
you were defeated in battle.

Then you were offered
pardons for all your men.

Is that true?
Yes.

But you refused. All of you.

To a man you refused
to be pardoned. Why?

Why did we refuse the pardons?

Every man has his own reasons.

Some remember the injustice
of the merchant service

and are too angry
to ever to return to it.

Some hate England too much

to ever call themselves English again.

And some, I suppose, feel
Nassau's been theirs for so long,

they have no interest
in signing a document

that would surrender it to the king.

No.

There are 1,000
men and women here.

Among them there is no
shortage of anger

or hate or fear.

Perhaps you have noticed.

They have suffered cruelties
you cannot possibly imagine.

Sisters separated from brothers.

Husbands from their wives.

Mothers from their sons.

No one has greater cause
to swear England an enemy

and desire vengeance
against her as we do.

Yet I believe if we were offered
the same choice as yours faced,

a chance to be made free
in the eyes of the law,

it would not have been
so roundly rejected.

I'm asking you
why you think that is.

I'm very much aware my men's
lives hang in the balance.

So I would like to give you the
answer you're looking for,

but I don't think you're
going to want to hear it.

Perhaps you are mistaken
in this moment

as to which of the two of us
is in need of protection.

Answer the question.

Your men are filled
with anger towards England,

as are mine,

but my captain wanted
England to see that anger

and make them fear it.

And for whatever reason,

your mother would prefer
your men fear England.

I see.

Take him back, please.

You asked the question.
I answered.

Wait a minute. Wait...
wait... wait a minute.

I think you see our interests are more
closely aligned than your mother does.

I have two dozen men
in a cage out there

of the opinion that
she intends to kill us all

sooner than later.

And you're going to do
nothing about it?

You done this before?

No, you?

No.

I suppose she's due some credit.

Dragged off to London
in shackles

and returns
in a governor's service.

And convinces him to turn the
whole of the world against you.

I don't doubt
your anger towards her,

but I have to ask...

if, in the course of our maneuver,

we are forced to choose
between escape and her death,

where are you?

She was on that deck for a reason.

So I'd see her.

To provoke me into making a mistake.

What matters most
is achieving our goal.

To exit this bay
with the fleet intact

and to move on from this place.

Charles Vane sees past his anger

to achieve the greater end.

How did that happen?

I was taught a lesson once.

It's been effective.

Taught by whom?

Her.

It's ready.

They are without option now.

Sooner or later they'll
realize their only escape

is to surrender
Captain Vane and stand down.

Gentlemen.

I should be going.

What would they say?

Who?

Your enemies on the island.

You seem concerned about what I'm
gonna hear them say about you.

Maybe it would be better
to hear it now

while all else is quiet.

They would say I'm untrustworthy.

That I would turn on
anyone at any time,

no matter how close
they were to me...

no matter who it hurt
or how severely.

That, given my history,

only a fool would allow me
to get close to them again.

Would they be right?

You tamed this place once.

Despite what anyone may say of you,

and I desire your counsel,

despite what anyone
may say of you.

So let us move forward,

despite what anyone, whether
from your world or from mine,

may say of you.

What is it?

She's under a white banner.
Gunports closed.

How the hell did she get so close?

She was hidden behind their line.

By the time she emerged,
she was fully underway.

She's subject to our full broadside.

She's either surrendering,
or we have her dead to rights.

Slip the anchor cables.

Break our line over the
approach of a schooner?

I think you overestimate...

While there is still time,
cut the goddamn cables.

♪

Fire ship!

Bloody hell. Cut the anchor cables!
Get us underway.

Cut the anchor!
Cut the anchor cables!

Starboard batteries, fire!

Fire! Fire!

Captain, our fleet is underway.

Too high.

You're aiming too high.
Forget the rigging.

Aim at his hull.

At the waterline.

Aim for the waterline!

Gun crews, redirect to the waterline!

Redirect to the waterline!

Fire!
Fire!

Lieutenant! Get her inside! Go! Go!

♪

I was right.

There is conflict amongst them.

I don't know how deep it runs,

but it is there to be exploited.

The daughter?

This seems to be a significantly
more promising option

than charging into
a trap-laden forest.

I'm not sure why I needed
to say that out loud.

Where are you?

Earlier I told you that I was certain

that the pardons would eliminate

all resistance in Nassau

and you asked me
how I was so certain.

It's because I helped build them.

Peter Ashe, Miranda,
her husband, and I,

we worked to obtain
a universal pardon

and introduce it to Nassau

to eliminate piracy and
restore colonial rule there.

I moved away from those things.

Inch by inch,

I forgot it all.

And now, in this cage,

in the belly of this thing

that has swallowed us whole...

I wonder...

if the civilization of Nassau

isn't exactly what I tried to
achieve all those years ago.

If resisting it doesn't
set me in opposition

to everything I once understood
to be good and right.

To forgive.

To make order of chaos.

I wonder if the pardons
are the victory

and that the most enlightened
thing that I can do is

sit still.

Accept what appears to be inevitable

and let this be the end
of Captain Flint.

No.

No, no, no.
Nothing is inevitable here.

I'm showing you a way in
which we can survive this.

You're new to this,

being responsible for men's lives.

But I know what the woman
who leads this place

is facing right now.

The weight of her people's
welfare on her shoulders.

She will not let us
leave this place alive.

She simply won't permit it.

We'll all face certain death

with our own kind of lie.

Billy's is that he can
fight his way out of it.

Yours is that you can
talk your way past it.

But for me...

I don't know that I have
any more lies left in me.

I know all you want
is to protect us,

to protect me,

but what you intend to do
tomorrow toward that end,

I think it is a grave mistake

and I'm asking you once more
to please reconsider.

Madi.
We share a common enemy.

Does that not make us friends?
Madi!

The men in that cage
are deceitful men.

They will say things that
will sound appealing to you,

especially to you.

But you must not let them sway you.

Your father and I built this place

to separate ourselves
from their world.

But we rely on the things that
father sends back from their world.

We're not that separate from them.

We are separate enough that
we have no need to see them.

To steal from them.
To fight with them.

To know their chains again.

I have worked so hard

to ensure that you've never
had to see those things.

But I have seen those things.

And I will hold them at bay
for as long as I'm able to.

For every day that we avoid
colliding into their world

is a day children are born here,

is a day families exist here.

I'm in no hurry to see that end.

Nor should you be.

Come.

That separation rests entirely

on our existence remaining a secret.

The pirates, for as long
as they draw breath,

could and would for a profit

compromise that secret.

So they must be eliminated.

Why not consult father?

You can get a message to him.

He knows these men.
He sailed with them.

He might have something
to say about killing them.

Your father aids us
from his position in Nassau.

He might have lived
among these men.

He may have fought
beside these men.

He may have even called
some of these men friends.

But when it comes to the safety
of the people in this place,

your father knows
the final decision is mine.

You know where you're going, yes?
Yes.

When you reach the beach, make
no attempt into the trees.

They will find you
and guide you through.

Once you reach the camp,

my wife will see
you are taken care of.

Thank you.

Who's there?

Go. Now. Go!

It's all right.

Stop. The rest of you, disembark now.

I will explain to Captain Hornigold.

Please, come with me.

Lower your weapons. Now!

No! No!

No, no, no!