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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.

They say you are inseparable.

They say he relies upon
you more than any other.

I come on a mission of mercy.

I come on behalf of Captain Flint.

But if you insist
on making me your villain,

I'll play the part.

From this moment on,

any man participating in
the act of high seas piracy

will be presumed to be one of your men.

I will catch him and I will hang him.

Were I you, I might
encourage Governor Rogers

not just to send the gold,

but the man responsible for
stealing it in the first place.

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

If we can intercept that caravan,

we can secure both the
money to start our war

and the partner to help us fight it.

Please, don't touch that.

All these things...

Porcelain, books...

All so goddamn fragile.

The energy it must
take to maintain it all.

And for what?

I can understand a woman's
desire for domesticity,

but a man's?

That I can't understand.

I can't understand how
you cannot understand.

You have no instinct
towards earning for yourself

a life more comfortable?

I don't.

And had I that instinct,

I would resist it with every
inch of will I could muster.

For that is the single most

dangerous weapon they possess,

the one they tempt.

"Give us your submission,

and we will give you
the comfort you need."

No, I can think of no measure
of comfort worth that price.

This is taking too long.

No sign of Featherstone's man.

No word on what route

they'll take Jack across the island.

Word was Jack would be underway by noon.

If we wait here any longer,

either we're gonna miss him

or someone's gonna
find us hiding out here.

No one will find us because
no one's looking for us.

The war has left the island.

They all saw it happen.

There are at least half a dozen routes

that Rogers could choose
to send Jack and the cache

to meet the transport
ship on the south coast.

We can't afford to guess wrong.

Can't afford to guess?

We can't afford not to guess.

We miss that caravan, you lose, what?

Money? Your war?

What I got to lose ain't
something so easy to recover from.

There is no "your loss,"
"his loss,""my loss."

This is not an either/or proposition.

We're all in this for our own reasons.

You want your partner
back. He wants victory.

I want to set my home aright.

But we must hold the
line and stand together.

We must.

There's simply no alternative.

There's a rider approaching.

Is it Featherstone's
man? It is. Here he comes.

That's for you.

Consider that your share.

For the company.

I suspect I'll be leaving shortly.

Don't despair. Some other poor
bastard'll take my place soon enough.

I wish I could assure you

that he would be as generous
as I with his scraps.

Either way, you mustn't settle

for whatever refuse finds
its way into this cell.

There's a whole world out there

that every so often rewards ambition.

Mark my words.

Today the crumbs, tomorrow the loaf.

Perhaps someday the
whole damn boulangerie.

You're welcome.

Be careful of the ammunition cases.

Anne exchanged the cache for my release.

Yes.

This does not seem like a release.

Spain has demanded I deliver
you along with the cache.

I am told that once you and
the cache arrive at Havana,

my debt to Spain will be repaid.

I did not appreciate having terms
altered after the fact in this way,

but in this moment I am simply
in no position to refuse them.

I see.

Perhaps you were right,

that in a place like this

there is no progress
without awful sacrifice.

Make ready to depart.
Yes, sir!

If it's any consolation,

no harm was done to your partner.

She left the transaction unscathed.

Ready, my lord.

Let's go.

So she's alive? Anne?

Prepare to mount up!

She is. You have my word.

Hup! Hup! Hup!

So we are able to see the island,

but the island cannot see us.

How is this possible?

Well, Mr. De Groot says
that from this position,

when viewed from the beach,

our hull sits beneath the horizon

while our masts are above it.

Now, with the sails furled,

the masts are too thin to be seen.

Thus, our lookout has
a view of the beach,

but the beach has no view of him or us.

It's a neat trick, I must say.

How does one determine this position,

one in which we exist and
don't exist at the same time?

One waits for Mr. De
Groot to finish speaking,

frowns thoughtfully,

and then repeats phonetically
what he said to the men.

A few months ago,

all they let me do
on this ship was cook.

I'm learning as fast as I can.

Clearly.

Yes, something less
than confidence-inspiring

for the men, I would think,

were I to admit the depths of
my ignorance on the subject.

What the men think of you...

Your men and my men...

Would seem to be evolving as we speak.

Ah, yes.

The story about what happened last night

has been retold as many times

as there are men on this ship.

You expressed your concern to me

that to truly partner with your captain,

you would need to join
him down a dark path.

And that you fear it...

It might lead you to a place

you would not be able to return from.

You're concerned about me.

The alliance between your crew

and my people is critical.

Without it, we are all nowhere.

If your mind is not clear

and the alliance cannot hold,

all will be lost.

So, yes, I am concerned.

Hmm. Yes.

Last night was not an experience

I hope to repeat anytime soon.

But my mind is clear.

Mr. Silver, I need to speak with you.

Alone, please.

What the fuck happened?

In that... Camp,

they killed Parker.

They killed Louis.

They killed Graves
and they killed Simon.

They chose them from among
us to be tortured and killed.

And that one was the
one doing the choosing.

What is it you're hiding from?

Excuse me?

I only meant I know
you must be very busy,

what with your responsibilities.

But to still be here
so late in the morning,

I assume there's
something you're avoiding.

For what it's worth,

I believe the madam chose
me for you because I am new.

I have no notions about
what you once were.

No motive to gossip.

Georgia.

Yes?

I know the games.

I have played them all.

If you ever wish to be in my bed again,

that is the last one you
will ever play with me.

Yes?

Miss Guthrie's downstairs.

She's asking for you.

Yes?

What happened?

The cache is in our possession.

It's on its way as we speak

to the transport and then to Havana.

With Jack.

Yes.

The governor is seeing to it personally

that the transport sets
sail with its cargo.

Within a matter of hours,

the Spanish issue will be closed

and we will be free to move forward.

And Anne?

The men said she was angered.

When she realized
that Jack wasn't there,

she let the cache go.

Anne was unharmed.

Unharmed?
Yes.

I advised the governor to
send eight men to the exchange

to deter any attempt
on her part to fight...

When did she realize?

I'm sorry?

That Jack was not there.

When did Anne realize
that she had been lied to?

Was it before or after
they secured the cache?

Before, I think. Why?

When you told me this was to be,

I was upset by the thought
of having lied to Anne.

I was devastated by the certainty

it would unavoidably lead to her death.

For the moment she realized
that Jack was not there,

that she had been crossed

and that she would likely
never see him again,

she would attempt to kill anyone

she deemed responsible.

Eight?

You could have sent a thousand men.

It would not have deterred her.

And now you are saying to me

that she knew she had been crossed

and chose to walk away to save herself?

Do you speak Spanish?

Beg pardon?

RHabla español?

A little.

You?
Hardly at all.

If I'm in Havana in a day or two,

I assume I'll be hearing a lot of it...

Shouted by bitter old women in a crowd,

growled by angry officials.

It seems a rotten thing
to wish upon anyone,

an unflattering eulogy
in an unfamiliar town.

It'll be quick,

to whatever extent it
sets your mind at ease.

The gold is theirs.

The gems are theirs.

They don't need anything
from you anymore,

and as such they're likely to want

to put the entire affair
behind them and move on.

I'm sorry. "If"?

Beg pardon?

You said, "If I'm in Havana."

In your mind this
outcome is still in doubt.

Well, the odds are
certainly in its favor,

but it is by no means a certainty.

How so exactly?

You said Anne is alive, did you not?

I would argue as long as that is true,

there's a chance, however remote,

that she will frustrate your efforts

to send me off to my death.

Out of curiosity,

how would she go about doing that?

Well, I have no idea.

Everything and anything
in her power, I imagine,

up to and including walking out

in the middle of the road ahead of us

to be run over by your horses

in the hope of slowing
you down for even a moment.

It is fascinating to me

how stubbornly you people expect

the unlikeliest of outcomes
because you prefer them.

You expect the world to
become what you want it to be

despite all available evidence
and experience to the contrary.

This was not the way I'd hoped
this affair would play out.

But I can assure you

it is most certainly
not going to play out

the way you hope it will either,

because even to stand
in the road ahead of us,

she would have to know
which road to stand in.

You held the route secret.

I held a number of
potential routes secret

before settling upon this one

so that even if the
secrets were compromised,

anyone intending to hit us
would be more than likely

in possession of the wrong route.

Let me be
sure I have this right.

So the plan to recover
the stolen cache of gems...

Your plan to recover
the stolen cache of gems

has worked in exactly the
manner you suggested it would.

Only now you believe
this is a bad thing...

Evidence of a plan to rescue Mr. Rackham

and once again recover
the cache of gems.

That is what you're suggesting, yes?

I can understand why this
may be hard to believe,

but I know Anne Bonny well enough

to know that it is a certainty
something here is amiss.

That her behavior should coincide

with the presence of
Captain Flint on the island

only hours before

most certainly points
to a plot being underway.

I beg your pardon.

So now Captain Flint is
somehow involved in this plot

despite the fact that his
ship left the island hours ago?

And I am to redeploy men into the
interior away from Nassau Town,

leaving their positions undefended?

I'm sorry, are you suggesting

there's some ulterior motive here?

I'm suggesting that
simply because the governor

decided to put his... Trust in you,

I have no intention of doing the same.

The situation is well in hand.

Thank you for your concern.

Well in hand?

I'm telling you the
situation is potentially

about to get entirely out of hand.

You're not fucking hearing me.

Even if somebody wanted to move
against the governor's caravan,

they wouldn't know where to
find the governor's caravan.

The route was altered multiple times.

False schedules were distributed.

Nobody knows exactly when
they were set to leave.

Nobody knows what route
they finally decided upon.

Nobody knows who...
I know.

I know the route.

A boy in my employ saw scouts

on the west trail road late last night.

That is it, is it not?

I am assuming you did not send men

to scout the decoy routes?

Did you tell anyone what
your boy has told you?

No. And would your boy

sell his information
without your knowledge?

No. Good.

Then we have nothing
to fucking worry about.

Ladies.

Fuck your pride.

If I can swallow mine
to be standing here,

you'll do the same to listen.

Because if you and I can't figure out

a way to work together in this moment,

everything may be lost.

How many people know about this?

No one outside that room.

In less than an hour,

I need to move this ship to the coast

to retrieve our captain
and a fortune in gems

upon which the lives of well
over a thousand people depend.

Now that is all going up in smoke

because Mr. Dobbs
cannot control his anger.

It don't have to.

No.

If we let him leave that room,

he's going to tell his men what happened

and we're going to
have a war on our hands.

I understand that,

but the answer is not going to be

finishing what Dobbs started

and murdering that man.

All right.

Then we put a knife in his hands

and we let him even the score.

For reasons passing understanding,

Mr. Dobbs still has a number
of friends on this crew.

How do we explain his
disappearance to them?

This story is getting out,

and when it does, all hell
is going to break loose.

Then what do we do?

This is the man responsible.

He's the only man responsible.

I suggest you and I address
the combined crew together.

This man will be held
to account and punished

swiftly and severely.

May I have a knife, please?

Wait a minute. Hold on.

Until I know what he's going to say,

I can't let anyone walk out of here.

He isn't going to say anything.

He has to say something.

He's going to say that he
spoke impertinently to me,

Kofi took offense,

and it will not be spoken of again.

Just like that.

Yes. Now let him go.

If he says a word...

When I speak, my men listen,

and they do as I say.

A secret caravan to move
Rackham to a secret transport,

and no one knows about this but you.

Me, the governor, his cabinet,

eight dragoons, their
quartermaster, the carriage driver...

Plenty of people know
about it, just not you.

And you believe there's a plot underway

to attack this secret caravan...

A plot that somehow
involves Captain Flint,

whom everyone saw sail
into open water hours ago.

Jesus! Chamberlain can ignore this.

He doesn't know me, he doesn't
know Bonny, he doesn't know Flint.

Now, if it turns out that I'm right
about this, he'll look like a fool,

but at least his ignorance of the
players involved will be some defense.

If you choose to ignore me,

it will be far harder
for you to find an excuse.

I watched it depart, the Walrus.

Had a man with a glass
watching her set sail,

watching her clear the
horizon and disappear...

Do you know what? I
don't have time for this.

...except for the glints of light.

What?

I had my man keep his glass

to the spot on the horizon

where the Walrus disappeared.

And roughly every 15 minutes,

he reported seeing glints of light

from her last position.

What the fuck does that mean?

Oh, it could mean nothing.

Random artifact of
sunlight off the water.

Or it could be the reflection of
a spyglass upon one of her masts...

The ship beneath bare poles,

waiting silently, invisibly,
for a signal to return.

I beat him,

and then I watched him
return from the dead

to negate my victory,

to watch his partner murder mine

and aggravate the affront.

You and I have our history,

but Flint and I have unfinished business

of a far more serious sort.

My father was a tailor in Leeds.

As was his father

and his father's father.

Time was if a man on the Avondale Road

asked where he might find the
finest clothes in northern England,

he was pointed toward the
shop of a man named Rackham.

Then the men who sell wool

decide they'd prefer not to compete

with the men who imported fine cotton.

And as the men who sell wool

have the ears of the men who make laws,

an embargo is enacted
to increase profits

and calico disappears.

And my father's business

that he inherited from his father

and his father's father

begins to wither and die.

And my father suffers the
compound shame of financial failure

seen through the eyes of his son

and descended into drink.

I'd sit beside him as a
boy at the Sunday service

as he shouted at the
pastor, at the altar...

At anyone who'd listen, really...

At the injustice of it all.

And I'd put my arm over his
shoulder as the insults began,

help carry him out of the church.

God, the insults.

At his funeral, our
neighbors were kind enough

to whisper them rather
than call them out loud.

So, I set to work,

determined to rebuild
what had been taken away.

I was 13 years old.
But I was determined...

...until a man arrived at my door

claiming to hold debts
belonging to my father.

Debts accumulated as my father drank.

Debts he claimed that
now belonged to me.

Debts I could not possibly
have hoped to repay.

Debts over which this man
would have seen me imprisoned...

Imprisoned in a place where the
debts would have been discharged

only through hard labor.

Hard labor with no wages, working at...

Wait for it...

The production of textiles.

"You people, incapable of
accepting the world as it is,"

says the man to whom the
world handed everything.

If no Anne, if no rescue,

if this is defeat for
me, then know this.

You and I were neck and neck
in this race right till the end.

But, Jesus, did I make up a
lot of ground to catch you.

You think the world's
been that kind to me?

That I'm that much softer than you?

That much more fortunate?

Wealthy family, inherited
Daddy's shipping business,

married rich... I read your book.

But there are things you
leave out of the book.

Things you leave out because
if it got around polite society

what you're capable of when pushed,

they might stop inviting
you to their dinner parties.

All you know about me is
what I want you to know.

Riders!

Riders approaching!

Defend the governor!

Captain, fall back and engage!

Defend the left flank! Fall back!

They're gaining, sir!

Defend the governor!

Faster! Don't spare the horses!

Pistol!

Hold your fire. Wait till they're close.

Sir!

Pick your targets!

Ah!

Aah!

Yah! Yah!

Aah!

Ow.

We need to move, now.

Go! Go?

Take the chest to the beach.

We'll be right behind you.

Right behind us?

Yeah.

I thought you said you
and Nassau were through.

Got worried you two'd
be lost without me.

Glad to see I was wrong about that.

And Teach? How has he
taken your change of heart?

Couldn't say.

If you see him, I
suppose you could ask him.

Yah!

Look.

Can you ride with him?

Yeah.

Go. Go!

Oh, God.

Go!

Go!

Go! Go!

Come on! Yah!

Put him down!

Search for tracks!
Search the area! Hold him!

See which way they went!

Thank you.

I've known him since we were children...

Suffered illness and loss by his side.

Watched him give his loyalty,

his sacrifice and his
love to my mother, to me.

So you can just imagine
what that was like,

asking him to accept
what was done to him

at the hands of men
who look so very much

like those he watched murder
his parents when he was a boy.

You can imagine how tempted I was

to take that knife
and put it in his hand

and let him use it to his liking.

You can imagine the restraint it took

for me not to let my people loose.

But where does that leave us?

So I will fight this
thing rising up in me

eager to see more blood spilled today,

and I will serve them
by minding their future

and doing the hard thing

that will lead to the
outcome desired by all of us.

This will not happen again.

It is over, then.

We move forward.

You have my word.

Not a fucking word about it, understand?

Sails! Due west! Headed this way!

I thought you said that no
one could see us from here.

They can't.

Get us underway.

Back to the coast to
retrieve the shore party.

But there's been no signal
yet from the shore party.

That ship will be upon us
in two hours, maybe less.

Get us underway.

Make ready the launches!

Lower the courses.

Lower the courses!

I see you.

Set a course to intercept her.

Bring us port!

Bring us to port!

Six more of them have fallen ill.

There's now a total
of 14 reported cases.

Are any of them mortal?

Not yet, but our forces are dwindling,

and it will get worse
before it gets better.

Meanwhile, Flint is out there somewhere

committed to waging war against us.

And soon news will return to Nassau

as to whether Rackham and his money

are on their way to Havana.

And if they aren't,
if you and I are right,

if something happened and Hornigold's
cavalry weren't in time to stop it,

then in addition to everything
else, we will be at war with Spain.

If you and I were right

and something went wrong
with the governor's caravan,

I fear there is something even more
unsettling we are about to face.

What is that?

You and I will be
immune to this disease,

for it will only attack those
unfamiliar to this place.

You and I know Flint and can fight him.

You and I, though outmatched,

at least know what Spain
is and can make best efforts

to confront whatever
they may send our way.

But there is nothing more dangerous

than the unfamiliar enemy.

If the governor's caravan was attacked,

it means someone knew where to find it.

It means our secrets are no longer ours.

It means there is a spy among us.

Someone help him.

Fetch Dr. Marcus.

Please see to it!

Where's Vane?

The militia arrived
before he could get away.

We had no choice but to run.

Fuck.

Take him and the cache back to
the ship and get out of here.

What? You can't stay behind.

I'll go find Vane.

Once he's free, we'll find
our own way back to the camp.

Captain...

Charles Vane swinging over Nassau

is a statement we
cannot afford to be made.

You cannot stay.

We're about to get the war you wanted

and perhaps a credible path towards
something resembling victory,

but the war is going
to follow that chest

and you're the only one
of us who can marshal it.

He's right.

He's right.

If Charles knew we
were even contemplating

jeopardizing the grander
effort to save him,

he'd kill us all.

Give me two men.

I'll go back and address the situation.

How?

By stirring resentment,

finding sympathetic ears,

reminding them that Charles
Vane was once the best of them...

Still is the best of them.

My parents were agitators.

If we are to win this war,

that may be exactly what we need.

By the time I'm through,

the governor won't be able to hang Vane

out of fear of losing the street.

Charles is here.

It's a very small consolation
given what we lost today.

But you had the foresight
to put Captain Hornigold

in pursuit of Flint's ship.

It's the only reason we
have any prayer at all

of recovering the cache
and avoiding disaster.

If Hornigold is unable
to capture Flint's ship,

Flint is able to dictate

the next chapter of this story.

The choices we will likely then face

will be of the most awful kind...

The ones that promise only bad
outcomes in every direction.

Eleanor, look at me.

The challenges I see
ahead for both you and I

are of the gravest sort.

I need to know that I can rely upon you

to help me navigate through it.

Of course you can.

You understand...

My concern about calling you a partner,

from the moment I first walked
into your cell in London,

was whether you'd be able to
resist Nassau's temptation,

the gravity of your personal history

urging you to resume petty rivalries

and repeat the costliest
of your mistakes,

preventing you from ever
truly moving into the future

I wanted to build here

rather than gravitating
back into your past.

And now...

In the moment I need you the most,

need the best of you the most,

I fear the temptation you are feeling

is about to be at its strongest.

You're wrong. No, I'm not wro...

I am not wrong.

That man sitting in a cell in my fort

is the embodiment of
that temptation for you.

It is self-evident.

Now, I am asking whether you're able

to see past the petty and the personal

to remain focused on what is right now

of vital importance to
both of our futures...

To our very survival.

If you have any regard for me,

any respect at all,

then I'm asking you to tell me the truth

about what you're capable of right now.

The moment you walked
into my cell in London,

do you want to know
what I first thought?

I wasn't thinking about
the charges against me.

I wasn't thinking about
a reprieve from the noose.

I wasn't thinking about piracy,

nor pardons, nor Nassau.

In that moment, I was consumed by
one thought and one thought only...

...the idea that this
may be my opportunity

to gain some measure of revenge

against my father's murderer,

that I might play a role in
the execution of Charles Vane.

I know you now. I trust you now.

I'm devoted to you now.

I love you now.

So I will tell you the absolute truth

about how I'm going to react
when faced with the thing

sitting in that cell in your fort.

I honestly don't know.