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I am acutely aware

that I'm not the first to have
been a partner to him in this way

and that the ones that have
seen those depths before,

they never surfaced again.

So we have one fleet
and two men claiming it.

There is only one way
I know of to resolve that.

You can't win.
I don't care.

They took my home. I can't
walk away from that.

Can you?

It would've helped having the fleet.

I may be able to add
to our pool of assets...

A cache of gems could be the key

to defeating British forces in Nassau.

If we cannot retrieve that cache,

then the dread fleet in Havana sets sail

to raze all of Nassau to the ground.

I will deny him the cache,
and in doing so,

I will ensure that whatever Nassau is
come Christmas, English will be not it.

The fugitive's name is Anne Bonny.

You know how dangerous she is.

I am alone,

as I promised I would be.

The night you left, at the cave,

you said Jack's been arrested.

What the fuck's going on?

Spanish intelligence.

They learned of the cache.

They demanded the governor
recover it and return it.

And they made clear failure to do so
will result in the end of Nassau.

The governor is a reasonable man.

He is a compassionate man,
but he needs that cache.

Fuck what he needs.

Jack don't want it turned over.

If he did, he'd be the one
asking me to do it.

They are hurting him, Anne.

What?
You were right.

He is defiant.

So they are trying to coerce
him into cooperating,

into asking you to cooperate.

He refuses, so I am
asking on his behalf.

Fuck you.

I understand what you are going through.

Please understand
I am here for his sake.

Surrender the cache and I will
see to it that Jack goes free.

You have my word.

She is going to do it.

She agreed to make the exchange?

She said that?
No.

But neither can she bear
the idea of Jack's torture.

She will resist awhile.

It will tear her to pieces.

But sooner than later,
she will acquiesce.

How can you know this for certain?

She knows.

She knows.

Jack Rackham? Who is Jack Rackham?

At the moment, he's the most
wanted man in the West Indies,

owing to a cache of rare
jewels in his possession,

proceeds from a massive Spanish prize

and, as luck would have it,

our only hope of victory against
Rogers's regime in Nassau.

You left here to secure a fleet of ships

so that we might harass Nassau's
trade and bleed away her strength.

You told me that without those ships,

you could see no other way to
achieve victory in this fight.

Now you have returned
with nothing but him

and a plan to make up
the difference with money?

Not money, bait.

I came upon a trove of information

belonging to Spanish intelligence.

In it was mention of this cache of gems,

cache I know to be in Jack's possession.

Spain is furious
over its very existence.

They see it as an affront.

They are so furious, in fact,

they are willing to burn Nassau to
the ground just to prove the point.

The only way Rogers can prevent this

is to find the cache and return it.

Which means if we were to find it first,

we could dictate what happens next.

And what are you
proposing that might be?

Rogers's strength resides
in his naval consort...

Ships and soldiers on loan
to him from the Crown.

They're well-trained and well-armed.

Against them on even terms, we
wouldn't have a prayer of success,

but if we can get them
to meet us on uneven terms,

terms that dramatically
favor our efforts,

things might be different.

Use the cache to lure him
to committing his forces

onto an undesirable battlefield.

Committing all of his forces there.

With the stakes this high,
he'll have no choice

but to put everything
at his disposal in play.

We compel him into a
single, decisive fight,

one in which we have a massive advantage

and one in which, with a little luck,

we might deal him a catastrophic defeat,

break the back of his military strength,

and open up Nassau
for a direct invasion.

What battlefield is this that will
allow us to defeat that kind of force?

Here.

Here?

Your plan is to lure
the British navy here?

I'd like to speak
with the captain alone.

Now.

How many men?

We imagine Rogers has 500
regulars at his disposal.

What about militia?
Conscripts? The total force?

Twice that, thereabouts.

And what plans for their ships?

Without means to engage them,

their heavy guns would repel any
attempt to defend the beach.

Surely there can be no victory

if you cannot harass their landing.

How do you propose to account for that?

I don't know yet.

And let's say somehow you're able

to eliminate some of their
numbers on the beach.

We have neither the
manpower nor the ammunition

to fight the kind of
battle you're suggesting,

even with the terrain in our favor.

How do you propose to gain these things

on the schedule you're suggesting?

I don't know yet.

I'm not going out there
with "I don't know yet."

These people know their
lives are about to change.

They know they'll need
to fight to survive,

but I will not go before them

and argue to have that fight all at once

and risk losing everything all at once

unless I am certain
that fight can be won.

Am I certain that we will prevail?

No.

But the odds will never
be better than they are

right now, in this moment.

Of that, I am most certain.

To find Jack Rackham, you'll
need to go to Nassau, yes?

We assume that he's long gone by now,

but Nassau is where we will
pick up his trail, yes.

There are other things you will
need to secure while you're there.

My husband supplied us
with weapons and shot

to arm ourselves
and to defend this camp.

He also maintained a stockpile on Nassau

in preparation for a day such as this.

As far as we know, it is still
there, guarded by his agents.

Tell me where to find them
and I'll retrieve it.

They will not trust you

nor even acknowledge
the existence of this place

to anyone other than my husband,

and he's too weak to leave our care.

So we will have to send
the next best thing.

She will help you get what you need,

but one more thing.

I know your way is to invest a captain

with unquestioned authority
while in battle,

but this battle is ours
as much as yours.

My word and your word will
govern in concert or not at all.

And when I'm not present, that word
shall be given by my daughter.

Sir.

Touch of the grippe is all, sir.

I'll be all right.

You're the third man to say as
much to me in the last four hours.

I'll see you relieved.

Please report to Dr. Marcus immediately.

Yes, sir.

It's almost over,

this unfortunate arrangement
between you and I.

What?
Contact was made with Anne Bonny.

The situation was explained to her

that the sooner she returns the cache,

the better it would be for you.

She was disturbed but, we
believe, ultimately persuaded.

Disturbed?

You told her I was being tortured.

If the street would hear
you were being mistreated,

if they were to see you
emerge from this place

damaged or not at all,
I'd risk losing them.

I know this.

I imagine you were counting on it,

the notion that all you had
left me were bad options

guaranteed, ultimately,
to serve your ends.

This way, no one hears it but her.

I get what I need,

the island survives,

and no one is harmed.

I face a number of dangers
ahead in stabilizing Nassau.

The one I will resist
to the limits of my ability

is to allow myself
to be cast as its villain.

When the cache is delivered, you'll
both be free to do as you please.

Do you have a wife?

Beg pardon?

Do you have a wife?

I do.

How do you imagine she would feel

if she were told you were suffering

some awful, degrading abuse

and that the only way she could end it

would be to betray your trust?

How do you think she would
feel if she betrayed you,

knowing she likely lost
that trust forever,

and then learned the whole
thing was based on a ruse?

And no one was harmed.

We're all villains in Nassau.

Don't think because you're
new you're any different.

The exchange is to take place tomorrow.

Captain Rackham will be set
free in exchange for the cache.

Once that happens and the
cache is shipped to Havana,

the entirety of the Urca
de Lima's prize gold

will be in Spain's possession.

Captain Rackham...

He's in the governor's custody.

You never mentioned this.

I'm sorry, I...
It's all right.

I've given thought to our
previous conversation.

I'm not without sympathy
for your situation.

I have no desire
to see harm come to you.

If the governor returns
all of the Urca gold,

my superiors have promised not to set
loose the fleet upon this place.

And my superiors are proud men,

and they're angry.

Were I you...

I might encourage Governor Rogers

not just to send the gold,
but to send something more.

An offering to demonstrate
good faith and friendship.

Not just the stolen gold,
but the man responsible

for stealing it in the first place.

And tell him that we asked for
his return, if you'd like.

No one will ever know.

But Nassau's safety
and yours is best served

if, when the gold
is surrendered in Havana...

It's accompanied by Mr. Rackham.

I swore to Anne that these
terms would be honored.

Surrender the cache and Jack goes free.

I gave her my word.
I know.

They changed the rules
so very late in the game.

We could resist, but we have
nothing to bargain with.

Were there anything I could do,

were there anything
the governor could do,

I assure you, it would be done.

But either Jack is
surrendered with the gold

or Nassau burns.

Yes?

A few things that require your approval.

Is everything all right?
Yes, what is it?

My apologies. Nothing that can't wait.

I beg your pardon.

When the governor's men
arrive at the transaction

without Jack and Anne sees this,

she will resist.

I would humbly ask that the
governor's men refrain...

They have been forbidden
from firing first.

They've been forbidden
from provoking her.

They've been forbidden from using
any violence against her at all

unless in dire and
unavoidable self-defense.

Why?

Because I demanded it.

Out of respect for your partnership.

I do not know which is worse...

That she perish fighting for Jack...

...or that she survive without him.

If it is even truly surviving,

losing half of herself this way.

Is she still in there?

Eleanor Guthrie, is she
still in there with Max?

Yeah.

The fuck's your problem?

I thought I heard them
say something about...

Something about what?

Nothing. Never mind.

We should be sighting the
island in just a few hours' time.

We'll approach just west of Nassau
Town under cover of darkness.

Two longboats will ferry
the landing party to shore.

You'll slip into town to pick up the
trail to find Rackham and Bonny.

The sooner we know where to go
to find the cache, the better.

You'll join our party
towards the tavern,

make contact with
your father's agent there

and arrange for the
acquisition of guns and shot.

She'll not enter the tavern.

She won't enter the tavern.

She'll have an escort of your choosing.

She'll be back on the water
before anyone knows she's there.

Meanwhile, Billy and I will enter
the tavern and begin recruiting.

Still don't understand how you
think that's going to help us.

Recruiting more men?
Recruiting those men.

Any man still left on that island

made a choice to desert the black.

Even if they do join us,

what makes you think they won't
just desert us all over again

the moment the fight begins?

It's about more than the men we win.

It's the message we send
to those we don't.

If they won't take up arms
and fight alongside us,

I want them terrified of the
thought of doing it against us.

Well, then, it shouldn't be you.

If you want them to fear you,

it shouldn't be you
delivering the message.

You're returning from the dead.

But no ghost story I've ever heard of

begins with the ghost
introducing himself.

I mean, you walk in there and
insist on your own fearsomeness

sort of threatens
to do more damage than good.

The message I understand, but I think
someone else needs to deliver it.

Someone?

Who?

Him.

I can think of no one more effective
at capturing men's minds.

And, maybe just as importantly,

given the need to invest the moment
with as much impact as possible...

Who'll be able to take their eyes
off the one-legged creature?

Land on the horizon.
Shall we make our approach?

Do it.

And make ready the launches.

I'll lead the shore party
as soon as we arrive.

That fucking chair.

To gain it, it demands you win partners,

call them friends,

make them promises.

To keep it, it demands
you break them all.

One day when all is settled here,

we should burn that fucking chair.

My God, how I hated you.

There was a time in which
I could not conceive

of how I could ever forgive you.

And in this moment, I am you.

I think my footing in this moment

is far more precarious than yours.

That is not what I hear.

What does that mean?

Once pirates visited the inn

and I heard what pirates said.

Now that soldiers visit the inn...

You hear what soldiers say.

And what is it they're saying about me?

They say you are inseparable.

They say he relies upon you
more than any other.

They sometimes say more.

Did you know his men speak this way?

No.

It is only gossip for now,

but sooner or later, it will affect him.

Erode his support.

Complicate the role he must play here.

The governor's chair is no doubt

as unforgiving as mine.

It will demand the same
kind of sacrifices

and present the same sorts of
dangers to those closest to him.

You must know this as well.

I will not insult you by offering you
warnings of the dangers therein.

But out of respect for our partnership,

I thought you should know
what is being said

and also how near those
dangers may very well be.

Mm.

If you don't say something,
I'm going to have to.

Eight of my men have fallen ill.

One of your warehouses has been
converted into a sick bay.

If we had been honest with
ourselves, we'd have seen it coming.

Where chapter one is
"Conquest of a Foreign Land,"

chapter two is always "Suffer the Illness
to Which the Natives Are Immune."

Those eight men won't be the last.

Many of my people will die.

Every man and woman that
followed me onto this island

will be susceptible to it.

Yet as I lay here, the three words

I keep hearing in my mind
over and over again are...

"Except for her."

You're one of them.

Whether I choose
to acknowledge it or not,

nature is going to keep
reminding me of this fact

in the coming days
with every death we suffer.

You think I'm a danger to you?

I know I can feel my
connection to London diminish

with every day I'm here.

I can only assume your connection to
this place is growing at a similar rate

and that sooner or later

the instincts that led you into the
prison cell I found you in will return.

You asked me once if it was
true what my enemies say of me.

That I would turn on anyone,
no matter how close,

if it served my ambition.

It was that way once.

But I do not wish
to be that way ever again.

I'm resolved to shed it.

I'm resolved to have
my word mean something.

And I give you my word...

My commitment to you is inviolable.

Not because my freedom
depends on your success here.

Not because I seek to regain
that which was taken from me

nor vengeance upon those who took it.

Then why?

Shh.

They're handing him over to the Spanish?

Max made mention of an exchange

between the governor's
men and Anne Bonny.

I think Anne believes she's handing over

her share of the Urca prize money
in exchange for Jack's release.

But by the time... By the time
Anne realizes they lied to her,

it'll be too late
to do anything about it.

You know this and here
you are doing nothing.

What would you have me do?

Even if I could tell anyone,

how the fuck is their response not,

"Hand over Jack or Nassau burns.

This is a dilemma for us how?"

Then help me.

Help me find out where that
exchange is going to be

so I can stop it.

You want to use Max's girls

to inform on the governor's operation

without telling Max?

Major Andrews is part of the
governor's inner circle

and he's been at this inn
every day for weeks.

The right girl could get enough out
of him to piece the rest together.

When you took that pardon, you
said you wanted a new start.

Chance of a stabler life.

Now all of a sudden, you're ready
to fall in with Charles Vane,

conspire against the fucking governor.

If I'm wrong about this,
then no one need know

you ever made the inquiry.

And we'll all sleep
a little more soundly

knowing our governor isn't quite
the shit I'm afraid he might be.

But if I'm right,

then you and I and a lot of
people are being lied to

about a thing no one ought
to be lied to about.

And this may be our only
chance to find out for sure.

Your name is Eme.

You're an agent of my father's.

You've worked with him here in secret

to supply our camp.

My name is Madi.

Where is your father?

No one has seen him...
He's fine.

He's dying...

With us at home.

I'm so very sorry.

He has asked a favor.

It will not come without risk.

Anything he asks.

What can I do?

I understand this
is the place cowards come

to beg forgiveness from a king.

Sign your name to sleep easy.

Thinking all your sins
have been absolved.

But some sins...

Even a king can't make clean.

You...

All of you.

Every last rotten fuck on this island

has crossed a man far less forgiving

than old George will ever be.

I come as his right hand.

I come on a mission of mercy,

to show you a path to his forgiveness.

I come on behalf of Captain Flint.

Captain Flint is dead.

Not anymore, he's not.

Go now, quickly.

The stockpile is nearby.

My people will transport it
directly to your ship.

Thank you.

Is everything all right?

This was hers, wasn't it?

Eleanor Guthrie's?

It was.

Strange.

I have been here before.

I have no memory of it, but I
know I have been here before.

The last time I saw Eleanor
Guthrie, we were children here.

Playmates.

Now we are on opposing sides
of this thing ahead of us

which will get so very bloody.

What is it all for?

What is it that is coming?

Every name in this volume
belongs to a man

who first pledged his
service to Captain Flint,

to defend Nassau against the Crown.

Every name in this volume
belongs to a man

who turned his back on that pledge.

This volume...

Now belongs to me.

Captain Flint returns
to Nassau tomorrow.

Any man who meets us on the sand

will be accepted back into the fold,

his name redacted from this book,

forgiven for his sins
against his brothers.

But when we set sail,

I will keep the list of names remaining.

Now, those men will not be forgotten.

And I assure you,

those men will hear from us again.

Is that it?

Surely there must be more.

Surely, if Captain Flint
were truly alive,

he can do better than
to send a handful of men

led by half a man

in the dead of night to deliver
a threat as weak as this.

A threat that amounts to what?

"Fear my name."

Contented men have short memories

and they have little
reason to fear the dark.

Captain Flint's name
is already half forgotten.

As for you...

I know enough of you
to know that even whole,

you were unworthy of half of
the attention we paid you.

And now, as a goddamn invalid,

you expect that to change?

Tomorrow you will join us...

Or you will all be
looking over your shoulders

the rest of your lives.

My name is John Silver,

and I've got a long fucking memory.

Run to the guard!

What happened?

I'm fine.

Let's go.

Steady.

Lower it.

So John smashed him in his head

and then...
Oh!

You were there, yes?

Where is he?

Are you all right?

I didn't feel it
when I struck down on him.

Didn't feel it when we made
our escape, but, uh...

Oh, I feel it now.

I wasn't talking about the leg.

Give us a moment, please.

You were right.

About the toll it took,

playing this part.

Losing Miranda.

The things that losing
Miranda drove me to.

So I know what you're
feeling in the moment.

I perceived its effects on you.

What I assumed was sorrow, loneliness.

And worst of all terror at
the thing you were becoming.

There is an element of this
journey into the dark that...

I'm only now beginning to appreciate.

What's that?

How good it feels.

You all right?

I was not here.

Who did this?

They say it was John Silver.

They say he speaks for Captain Flint.

Someone saw him alive?

No one saw him.

Only his agents, including one
claiming to be John Silver.

Was it him?

No one who was here knew
him well enough to identify him.

Other than Mr. Dufresne.

But though the identity was in question,

the message they left behind was clear.

They claim Flint will
be returning tomorrow

east of the bay to take on recruits.

Well, if Flint is alive,

if he arrives at that beach,

I can't have him finding 200
men waiting there for him.

I can't have him finding 10 men there.

The image of any men leaving
this place to join him

would unsettle the street.

I'll station men on the beach to...
No, no, no, no.

I'll oversee it myself.

And if Flint doesn't appear?

What does that suggest?

That I, too, am so weak
as to fear a ghost?

No, I prefer there be
no one there to meet him

because no one wants
to be there to meet him.

Can you help see to that?

Yes.

Max may be able to help matters,

but she won't be able to stop all
of them from going down there.

No, I don't imagine she can.

But there may be a way that you
can prevent the rest of them...

Without looking like we're
trying to prevent anything.

You have all become quite skilled
at acquiring information,

but the time has come for things
to flow in the opposite direction.

Instead of coaxing information
out of men's heads,

I need for this place to be
able to put ideas into them.

If tomorrow 100 men appear on the beach

intending to join Captain Flint's crew,

it will be a problem for the governor

and it will be a problem for me.

Every turn you see tonight
must hear how pathetic

you see Captain Flint's ploy,

how absurd it seems to you that any man

given the choice to prosper
in peace in a new Nassau

would ever even consider
returning to the dangers

and deprivations of the account.

If you have any questions
as to how to proceed,

I have appointed a new madam

more than capable
of guiding you through it.

Good evening, girls.

It's nice to be home.

Well, let's get back to work, shall we?

Open it up.

Who wants a good time?

Thank you, my dear, for trusting me

with a task so important
to Nassau's welfare.

Trust you?

Oh, quite right.

Perhaps we shouldn't
get ahead of ourselves.

But at any event, I will see news
spread properly through the night.

Good.

If I may, ma'am, you seem troubled.

I remember watching Miss Guthrie
go through this experience.

And what experience is that?

Learning to bear
the weight of her authority

and the awful and lonely
compromises it demands.

Would you like to know
the advice I gave her then?

In such an office, anyone
who tends to your needs

is going to ask for more
in return than they give.

But if you do not have these needs met,

you will never survive the experience.

Best to make sure...

That whomever you choose
to have tend to you...

All you owe them is a fee.

Georgia?

40 barrels of powder,
half as much in shot,

and four dozen muskets.

My father's allies said this
was the most they could secure

without arousing attention.

Will it be enough?

Well, it's more than we had yesterday,

so it puts us ahead in some regard.

Captain?

Ah, can't see how many men
on the beach yet.

There's no navy waiting for
us, at least. That's a start.

They won't move them out
of the bay until we're sighted.

Two hours, maybe three, until they're
under way and on sight here.

Make our approach off the coast.

We won't have long.

Hopefully Charles will meet us
at the rendezvous as scheduled.

We'll ferry any recruits on board

as quickly as possible
and be on our way.

What the fuck?

Is that the governor?

What?

If he keeps the men
off the beach with guns,

he only enflames their curiosity.

This way, any man who would join us

will have to wait with him
and suffer his judgment.

And he holds them away with their shame.

So what do we do?

Lord Thomas Hamilton.

I didn't know him,
but I understand you did.

Miss Guthrie tells me you
were part of the first effort

with Lord Hamilton and Peter Ashe
to introduce the pardon to Nassau.

As with most things,
the men first into the breach

bear the heaviest casualties.

But in the hindsight of victory,

they were the ones whose
sacrifice made it possible.

Without Lord Hamilton's
efforts, your efforts,

it's likely I wouldn't have
been successful in my efforts

to finally secure the pardon.

All I have done here

is finish what you began.

I am now what you were then.

And without you, there would be no me.

Clever.

Thank you.

So that's what this is.

We're all reasonable men,
we all want the same thing.

You offer me a pardon,
I accept it, this all ends?

Maybe.

The pardons are on the table.

No one is being hanged.

No one's even being tried.

They've all been forgiven,
just as you wanted.

Just as Thomas Hamilton wanted.

So what is it that you're fighting for

that I'm not already offering?

Thomas Hamilton fought
to introduce the pardons

to make a point.

To seek to change England.

And he was killed for it.

His wife and I went to Charles
Town to argue for the pardons,

to make peace with England,
and she was killed for it.

England has shown herself to me.

Gnarled and gray...

And spiteful of anyone who would
find happiness under her rule.

I'm through seeking
anything from England

except her departure from my island.

It was England's island first.

I don't imagine she's
going to let it go easily.

I don't imagine she would.

I see.

So there we are, then.

There we are, then.

What a story you'll have
to spin to your men

to turn me into the kind of villain
worth losing their lives over.

I've lived on the other
side of those stories.

I'm sure I'll figure something out.

I'm sure you will.

Then let us be very
clear about something.

I am reasonable in seeking peace.

But if you insist upon
making me your villain,

I'll play the part.

So let us assume that,
as of this moment,

the unqualified pardon is no more.

From this moment on,

any man participating in the
act of high seas piracy

will be presumed to be one of your men,

an enemy of the state.

I will hunt him, I will catch
him, and I will hang him.

And while I am aware of your
feelings on the subject,

I am no backwater magistrate
cowering in fear of you.

You know where to find me.

Assuming Idelle's
got the location of the meet,

assuming you can get to Anne first...

What are you gonna say to her?

What do you mean?

If she aborts the exchange,

it isn't as though you can just
leave the island that way,

abandoning Jack to his fate.

Of course not. Nor can you exchange
the money for Jack's release.

If they had been willing to do that,

we wouldn't be in this
mess in the first place.

Did you learn where the
exchange is taking place?

Whoa, boy.

Jack's in there?

We need to see the chest first.

Step aside, let us take a look.

Then we'll let him go.
Fuck that.

I want to see him.

We see the chest first.
Those are our orders.

Wait a minute.

What the fuck's going on?

He ain't in there, is he?

Oi!

Hup, hup!

Hup! Hup!

Hup.

You better be right about this.

Why the fuck did
you hand over the chest?

Because had we held it,

right now we'd be in a standoff
with a superior force,

time working against us,

and no way to secure Jack's release.

This way, the governor
has everything he needs

and no reason to suspect
anything is amiss,

leaving him to proceed with his plan.

A plan you think that we can frustrate?

Jack and the cache are to be
moved aboard a secret caravan

to a ship waiting somewhere
off the southern coast.

If we can intercept that caravan,

we can secure both
the money to start our war

and the partner to help us fight it.

Either we get Jack and the cache

or we get nothing.