All language subtitles for bss02e04

Land ho!

I'd like to go back
and retrieve the gold.

Refit, hire a consort,
finish the job.

Is that possible?
Well, it might have
been possible.

Before the bay fell
into the hands of a madman.

Either we act now to remove
him or no one will.

Congratulations, Jack.

Now you know what
it's like to rise
from the grave.

We're gonna sail again.

Your judgment with her
is clouded at best.

And there's nothing
I can do to counter it

when I'm on the wrong
side of that door.

Found the prize
they was hiding.

Her father
is Lord Peter Ashe,

governor of
the Carolina colony.

Lord Ashe won't be
trifled with.

I have no intentions
of trifling with him.

Charles Vane and the animals
he commands

have until sunrise tomorrow
to vacate that fort

or, so help me God,

I will rain holy hell
down upon him.

Go on.

"If you fail
to meet these demands,

if you remain when
the deadline arrives,

I will respond swiftly
and definitively.

And as I currently sit
fully outside your means
of retaliation,

this response will continue
unabated until you,

your men,
and that structure

are rendered
fully incapacitated.

Until dawn,
Captain James Flint."

Get him out of here.

Put him behind
a door somewhere.

I want him whole
when he delivers
my answer.

Make ready the guns
in the northwest.

Move everything we have
to the southwest bastion.

He's telling the truth.
The southwest bastion

is too weak to support
any batteries at all.

We have no guns
that can reach his position.

Somehow Flint knew
exactly where to sit

to take advantage.

Then find out
how close I can get.

Now.

Tell me right now
you had nothing
to do with this.

Charles, look at me.
Tell me this isn't part
of your plan

to push me into the sea.
Look at me.

I had no idea
this was coming.

I had no idea that Flint
would be so fucking reckless

as to threaten
the fort itself.

I had no idea Hornigold
would be so fucking petty

as to divulge secrets
about its weaknesses,

risk its destruction
for his own personal gain.

I told you what I would
do if challenged like this.

I know.
I may not be able
to hit his ship,

but I can hit
the rest of them.

I can turn that
whole goddamn bay
into a graveyard.

But you won't.
You doubt me?

No, I have faith
in your ability

to formulate a plan
more effective than this.

The initial barrage
will be targeted at
the southeast bastion.

Once the turrets are destroyed,
we'll turn our aim

to the weaker of
the defensive walls.

Hammer them until
the interior is exposed

and the fort is vulnerable
to an assault from the ground.

At this point, there's no limit
to the damage we can inflict.

How long to rebuild?
Rebuild?

After we secure possession
of what's left of the fort,

how long will it take
you and your men to rebuild
what we've destroyed?

10 weeks before
the batteries are restored.

Twice that to resecure
the interior.

It is a risk,

but a relatively short
window in the grand scheme.

A short window that coincides
with a British warship

sitting in anchor
40 miles from here

and my having stolen
a Spanish warship

in full view of a company
of Spanish soldiers.

We'll just have to keep
our fingers crossed for
a while, then, won't we?

Are you suggesting
the threat we posed

to Captain Vane is an empty
one and we have no intent
of following through?

I am fully committed,
as are we all,

to the removal
of Captain Vane
from that fort.

But we'd be fools
to ignore

the catastrophic risks
that lie down this road.

I have committed men
and resources to aid you

in retrieving the Urca gold.

In exchange for which
you've assured me
of your assistance

of expelling Captain Vane
from that fort by any
means necessary.

Now, as I hear you waver,

I feel forced to ask,
if the sun rises tomorrow

and Vane has not
ceded to our demands,

then what will you do?

I was told
it was urgent.

He said he wanted
to see you right away.

What about?

It's all right.
It has nothing to do
with you and I.

He'll be arriving
in less than two hours.

I'm sorry, who?

The fourth
Earl of Ashbourne.

Lord Proprietor
to the Carolina colony,

including
the Bahama Islands,

and peer of the realm.

Lord Alfred Hamilton.

My father.

I'm told he expects a full
report of our efforts

to devise a plan for
the management of Nassau.

And you're concerned
how he'll receive it?

I'm concerned about
how he'll receive one
particular part of it.

The part you and I
have yet to discuss.

I didn't think we had
one of those.

These past few months

I have come to trust you.

Very much.

Which is why I feel
I can ask for your help.

When my father arrives,
I intend to propose
something to him

which could be very
dangerous politically.

What is it you want
me to help you with?

I want you to try
to talk me out of it.

Yes?

Ma'am,
you're needed.

All right.

It's a Spanish warship!

Excuse me. Excuse me.
There's a Spanish galleon
anchored in the harbor!

Is today some sort
of holiday that I've
forgotten about?

Spanish warship
anchored in the bay.

Word is it's Flint's
crew sailing her.

And it's scaring the shit
out of everyone on the beach.

Flint's sailing
a Spanish warship?

Think we should try and lure
some of them inside?

Wait.
Does he have it?

Does he have what?

Did Flint get
to the Urca gold?

I don't know.

Hold there.

The fuck are you doing?

The situation
is as we feared.

That warship is fully
outside our field of fire.

And given our severe
disadvantage,

might she provide us
valuable leverage?

Make sure Flint knows
the moment he fires
those guns,

her body gets dumped
over the wall.

Your reply to Flint
will be significantly

more effective if it
comes from me personally.

You might want to keep
quiet now, miss.

You have questions
about my loyalties

as it relates
to Miss Guthrie?

Then accuse me.
Challenge me.
Fight me.

Or shut the fuck up
about it.

Open the gate!

What are you doing here?

Putting an end to this.

Miss Guthrie.

Captain Vane has issued
a reply to your ultimatum.

It's being read aloud
on the beach as we speak.

I think you should see it.

Give us the room.

I have as much right--
Now, please!

"You must ask yourselves
who represents

the greater threat
to your interests--

my men in this fort

or the madman on the water."

It's effective.

Mm, I can see that.

What I cannot see
is how Charles Vane
alone was clever enough

to turn this all
into political theater

in which he is the defender
of the island's welfare.

Are you suggesting he had
help in crafting his reply?

Did he?

Were I to have aided
Captain Vane against
your efforts,

helped him move
into a more favorable
position last night,

what would such a move
say about the trust you
and I are supposed to share?

I believe I was clear
yesterday about the danger
he represents

and my desire to see
him removed from that fort.

Though you conveniently
omitted the part

about how you were prepared
to use a Spanish warship

to annihilate the fort
to achieve that end.

Your refusal
to acknowledge the urgency

of the situation
gave me no choice but--

But to do what?
Disregard our partnership?

Ignore the resources
and influence and trust
I have invested in you?

This isn't personal.

It's too important
for that.

All right, then.

What is it you wish
to accomplish here?

To see him removed
from the fort.

Then this is
a stupid fucking way
of going about it.

He'll never voluntarily
leave if he thinks it will
show weakness to do so.

You want him out,
here's how you do it.

You move this ship.
You allow him to save
face on this score.

And then you and he
and I sit down at a table
and we sort it out.

Eleanor, I don't care
if he leaves voluntarily.

If I give up this position,
I will never regain it.

And without this position,
the decision is his
and his alone.

No, I simply
cannot risk that.

Not with what's at stake.

You are talking about
rendering this bay,

rendering Nassau
completely unprotected.

I know!

And I am perfectly aware
of the danger that presents.

But when it comes to Charles
Vane, you and I simply do not
see him in the same way.

Now, if you
can see a way,

an effective, credible
way out of this

that doesn't involve
disabling the fort,

I would love to hear it.

If you think that
he will hear reason.

Not with you holding
a gun to his head.

Then I suggest
you talk to him.

Because one way or another,
he is leaving that fort.

And right now my way
is the only way

that I can be
certain of that.

My name is Charles Vane
and you are now my guest.

As such, no harm
will come to you as long
as you do exactly as I say.

You understand?

The other one,
he said no talking.

Captain Low?

You don't need to worry
about him anymore.

How can you be sure?

I cut his head off.

Good.

Now, your father
is Lord Peter Ashe,

governor of
the Carolina colony.
Is that right?

What is the total value
of his estate?

I don't know.

How many rooms in his house?
How many slaves?

Honestly, I don't know.
Haven't seen him in years.

I've been at school
in London.

Are you close with him?

What?

I'm asking if there's
any reason I should expect

he may not be willing
to pay to ensure no harm
comes to you?

You're asking
if he loves me?

He'll pay you
what you ask.

Can you write?

Of course.

Then write the following.

You're a prisoner
of the pirate Captain
Charles Vane.

Your ransom,
should your father ever wish
to see you alive again,

is £250,000.

The next contact I'll make
will be to arrive

in Charlestown harbor
with you in my possession.

If I sense a trap
or my demands are unmet,

I'll kill you and throw
your body into the bay.

Do you understand?

She's writing
the letter now.

I want it on its way
to Charlestown

before whatever's
going to happen here
tomorrow happens.

Right.

Who are they?

Friends from the beach.

They have pledged their
services to Captain Vane

to defend the fort
and to discourage any
move against it.

It seems his pronouncement
has had the intended effect.

And 40 men becomes 60

and the fight ahead
only gets bloodier.

Then get out there.
Sit with the captains.

Talk some sense into them.

Tell them that
it's their ships and cargo

that will be subject
to his extortion the moment
it suits him.

I'll get to the beach.
Appeal directly to the crews.

If we can stop anyone else
from going up there,

we can keep this from
getting out of hand.

Can I assume when you
say you'll go to the beach

to make this appeal,
you mean me?

All right, then.

Why do you think
they went up that hill?

Beg your pardon?

If we're to stop any more
men from joining his side,

isn't it a prerequisite
that we try and understand

the thinking of the men
who have already joined him?

Sorry, are you
asking my opinion?

Oh.

Well, uh...

I suppose one could argue
that it's simple fear.

Their fear of losing
the fort

being greater than their fear
of Vane remaining in it.

But then again,

it's possible this has
nothing to do with the fort.

Nor with Vane.

Perhaps it's just them
expressing their opinions
about you.

So you think
that they see me

as the villain
in this particular story?

I think that would
explain their decision, yes.

And you?

What do you think?

You see me
as the villain here?

I see you as the agent
most likely

of securing my share
of the gold on that beach.

As long as that
remains true,

I am not
bothered in the least
by whatever labels

anyone else decides
to affix to you.

Why?

What do you think
about it?

I'm sorry?

It bothers you,
doesn't it?

What they think?

With the things
you've done...

My God.

It must be awful
being you.

Time is short.

You'd better be off.

We have reasonable
proposals to recruit men
for the expedition.

To procure supplies
and to ferry them.

But it will be
the approach to dealing
with the Nassau pirates

by which the entire
plan will be judged.

I feel that's where
we're strongest.

Targeted raid
on the beach under cover
from two men-of-war.

Public trials
and hangings of roughly
a dozen of the ringleaders.

And the replacement
of the governor with
an officer of our choosing.

It's precise,
it's affordable,

and it'll play well
with the Sea Lords.

I understand that's
the expected proposal.

The safest one.
But it's not the one
I would like to make.

When my father arrives,
I would like to propose
to him

that we don't
hang the pirates.

That we pardon them.
I'm sorry, what was that?

I want to pardon them.

You want to pardon them?
Yes.

How many?
All of them.

All right.
The island needs
commerce to survive.

It needs labor.
It needs men and women
vested in its interest.

Don't these men
fit that description?

Couldn't they become
part of the solution?

You don't need me
to answer that.

They're men.
They're traitors
to the Crown.

What difference
does that make?

Makes some difference
to the Crown.

Just answer me this,
would it work?

To pardon a traitor
is the act of a coward.

And given our current
war footing,

precisely no one in
Whitehall wants to wear
that label right now.

If you propose
this to your father,

he will almost certainly
distance himself from it
and most likely from you.

Now, I only know what
I've heard of your father,

but if half of what
I've heard is true,

he's not a man
one wants as an enemy.

If you're asking
me as your liaison
to the Admiralty,

my advice to you

is that this is a maneuver
only to be approached

with utmost caution.

But as your friend,

I suggest you forget
you ever thought of it.

They came through
the gate like locusts,

Vane and his men.

Brothers of mine
being hacked to pieces.

I swear to Christ Almighty,

it wasn't the screams
that haunt me most.

It was their laughter.

I thought they said
no one survived

the raid from Captain
Hornigold's crew.

Well, I guess one of them
must have gotten away.

So what do you
make of this business

between Captains
Flint and Vane?

Thank you.
Lovely performance.

Hello, friend.

Man around the bend
has something to say

about this business
at the fort.

The fuck's going
on in there?

Pulled a man out
of the water.

Up by the north point.

That's lucky.

We were just about
to send for one of you.

Excuse me?

You're a Walrus man,
aren't you?

Sorry, what are you
talking about?

He's one of yours.

I assume Captain Flint
wasn't amenable to
your suggestion.

He's not listening
to me and this place
is slipping into ruin.

It's my commitment
to see this fort protected

from all enemies,
all threats.

So as you consider
where to lay your support,

consider which of us
represents the greatest threat--

my men in this fort
or the madman on the water?

How many criers did you pay?
Four total, as you asked.

Sent to the ends
of the camps.

But what
I don't understand

is why we're supporting
Captain Vane's position.

We're not supporting it,
we're relaying it.

With all due respect,
I can't see the difference.

I think I can
live with that.

So what do we do now?

The only one who can
stop this is Flint.

I'll just have to find
someone to convince him.

He's moving in a direction that
promises unimaginable chaos.

He won't listen to me,

but perhaps he would listen
to an appeal from you.

I appreciate
your frustration.

Were there something
I could do to help,
I assure you I would.

You can make him
see how destructive
his actions would be.

You can make him--
If you believe--

if you believe anyone
can make him see anything,

you must not know him
very well at all.

I'm sorry.
I can't help you.

You weren't here
the last time they came.

200 Spanish soldiers
walked onto the beach.

They burned the huts
on the beach and then
the structures in town.

When the whole of Nassau
was a smoking wreck,

they turned
their eye inland.

They raped,
they murdered,

they laid waste.

And all because
there was no fort
to protect the bay.

The men in charge
had allowed it to fall
into disrepair.

Please, help me
to dissuade him

from putting us
on that path again.

If you're concerned
for your safety,

perhaps you should
request sanctuary

along with your father
at the Underhill estate.

I'd be happy
to carry the message.

You think this is about me?

You asked me
for my help yesterday
with Mr. Underhill.

I gave it my best efforts.
You asked me today again
for my help,

but I'm sorry,

what you ask
is simply impossible.

You don't give a shit
about the rest of us, fine.

But Flint.
Don't you care
enough about him

to at least try to stop
him from doing this?

Don't I care about him?

He's the one in the most
immediate danger.

And you would do nothing--
You who have enabled him,

encouraged his violence,

you ask if I care
about him?

How dare you?

Get out of my house.

Yes? What?

New recruits?
Mm-hmm.

It would appear your
reconciliation with Captain
Vane has borne fruit.

Though, perhaps,
of the low-hanging variety.

Thank you for your concern.

Did you know?

Before she opened
the door?

No, I didn't know.

You must care for her
a great deal.

Not once all night
did you so much as look
in my direction.

I've seen enough to know
to keep my distance from you,

thank you very much.

The situation
was not of my making.

If it was anyone's,
it was yours.

I'm sorry, what?

The conflict within her.
I had it under control.

Right until the moment
you walked in on her and me.

For that was the moment
you began the competition
between you and me.

What is happening here,
the three of us,

it is only temporary.

A state of denial
until she finally
makes a choice.

A choice
between you and I?

Anne and I have been
by each other's sides

since she was
13 years old.

We have sailed together.
We've killed together.

We have shared things you
couldn't begin to imagine.

You've shared a bed
with her for a week.

You'd be amazed what can
change in a week in my bed.

I understand you're feeling
quite indispensable of late.

But rest assured,
it only seems that way.

I wouldn't get
too comfortable
were I you.

And what if I can get
you back on the water
with a crew?

Would I still only seem
indispensable then, too?

One of the girls
has a lead?

Mm, but which one?

They're so mistrustful
of male authority figures.

It'll take some time
before they report these
things to you and not me.

Come.

Mr. Featherstone.
Been a regular
for months now.

The navigator on
the Colonial Dawn.

Finest on the island,
so he says.

He's all right.
Go on.

Put my tongue in his bum,
he'd tell me anything.

So I did and he did.

He's looking to move.

Said the men were split badly
over the mess on the beach.

Some backing Flint,
some saying he'd gone mad.

Said the crew
been fraying for
some time, anyway.

Said in all likelihood,
a lot of those men

would follow him
wherever he went

on account of his skills.

And we have a plan

to sway him and his men
to our camp?

I'm going to fuck
the living shit out of him.

Mon Dieu, Idelle.

If he chooses to join
Captain Rackham's crew,

that decision
must be heartfelt.

It cannot be cast into doubt
the moment the pleasure fades.

And for that,
you cannot just fuck him.

You must seduce him.

Yes, there is
a difference.

The breath in his ear.

The arch in your back
when he thinks he is
making you finish.

The look in your eyes
when you finally breathe again

that tells him
you would do anything
he asked in that moment.

Anything at all
without hesitation.

The story you tell him
that night about when you
were a little girl,

about the place you hid
from your mother

where the world
was quiet.

A story you've never
told another soul.

The look of confusion
you show him

when you wake up
the next morning

that tells him despite
the thousand other men

you've awoken beside,
that he is unique.

That he has seen
you vulnerable.

And that you cannot
live without him.

I completely understand.

Just so we're clear,
I still fuck the shit
out of him, yes?

Yes.

Is there anything else
you would like to add?

Uh, no.
No, I don't think so.

Tell me again,

who are those men
camped out in your
family's storehouse?

What men?

Perfect.

We're doing wrong.

He can't be on
the ship right now.

Captain is holding
things together
with both hands

and Billy will,
understandably,

have some feelings about
the events of this past week.

If those feeling
were expressed right now,

it could spoil whatever
chances we have to retrieve
the Urca gold.

Where is this?

It's all right.
You made it home.

What was that?

Get... Gates.

Featherstone
and Idelle?

Max told me.
Ah.

Been in there
going on three hours.

Do you think
she can do it?

Swing him our way?

I think I have
underestimated
my last whore

for a while,
given the week
I've been having.

I've put a lot of bodies in
the ground for you, haven't I?

Excuse me?

Watched your back.

Cleaned up
your messes.

Carried out your plans.

I didn't always understand.

Didn't always agree.

But I did it.

Some fucked-up, awful shit
'cause I knew you
needed it done.

I don't think the night
you had last night

comes even close
to something to bitch about.

I know you know
this is significantly
more complicated

than the quantity
of tits I have access
to at any given moment.

I know she's dangerous.

Especially to me.

I ain't in my right
head about her.

She knows it.

And it ain't hard
to imagine her intent

is to play us off
one against the other.

But I'm asking you
to do this for me.

I'm asking you
to watch my back

on the other side
of that door.

'Cause I know as long
as you are, there ain't shit
she can do to get between us.

Mr. Featherstone will announce
to his shipmates tomorrow

that he has joined
a new crew.

Your crew.

What?

He believes a number
of his men will join him

upon hearing this news.

At least 28 men.

That's more than
half his crew.

In addition to these
new recruits,

you will be granted command
of their ship as well.

Congratulations, Captain.

A few more men in the fort
now than two hours ago,

though I believe
we stemmed the tide there.

The captains I've spoken
with are on firm agreement
with our position.

Several of them have
committed men and resources

to the final assault
up the hill.

Though we have yet to hear
from your man Mr. Silver,

word has come in
from the beach.

Support is in our favor,

though division
amongst the remaining
crews is rampant.

Reports of skirmishes
amongst and within the camps
has been arriving--

Numbers, please.

Pardon?

We're well aware
of the discord caused
by Captain Vane's entreaty.

I want to know what
we'll be facing if we
go down this road.

Roughly 65 men in the fort,
plus or minus 10.

We bring to bear
90 men on our own

plus 50 pledged
by sister crews.

On rough
terrain and fighting
an entrenched enemy,

I think it's safe
to assume that casualties

will number threescore
on our side.

As I've said, we ought
harbor no illusions

about the blood that will
be spilled on that hill.

Father, how was your
travel from the country?

Wet.

Well, I think
you're most optimistic

about the Admiralty's
willingness to outfit

these ships you assume
you can procure.

But as for the rest of it,

seems like
a reasonable proposal.

Do you agree, Lieutenant?

Yes.
Yes, I would, sir.

I see.
Well, then, perhaps
we can discuss

the one element
you so conveniently
elected to ignore.

What about the pirate
raiders of Nassau?

I want to put
them to work.

To work?
At what?

Tilling, harvesting,
coopering,

building, smithing,
fishing.

What are you
talking about, Thomas?

I intend to secure
them pardons.

A blanket amnesty for
any man who will accept it.

In exchange
for his allegiance,

his renunciation
of violence and his labor.

What a piece
of work you are.

You asked me
to formulate a plan.

That's what I've done.

I asked you
to formulate a plan

that would secure
the support of the navy
in our efforts.

Support without which
there is little chance

of reversing the catastrophic
downward trend in revenue

from the Bahama
territories.

Support that is almost
certain to disappear entirely

and for good
the moment they hear
they are to be associated

with a plan to reward men
who are in open revolt
against the Crown.

This is the solution
most likely to lead to
our desired result.

It also has the virtue
of being the right
thing to do.

Oh, for God's sake.

Lieutenant,
am I right to assume

that a proposal
such as this--

Don't look at him.
Talk to me.

My son is impertinent,
Lieutenant.

My son is indulged.

My son is
self-righteous.

But he's not stupid.

Perhaps you could
explain to me

how you intend
to distract the queen

from her war
to issue these pardons.

I wouldn't need
her to do anything.

A simple act would accomplish
the same thing.

Of Parliament?
There aren't four votes

among the lords for something
as absurd as this.

Sutton, Dunster, Lewis, Form,
Philpott. There's five.

They're easy.
I haven't even opened my
mouth to make an argument.

An argument to abet
sedition in times of war?

A war, sir, to ensure
that a Protestant sits
on the throne of Spain.

Thomas, if I were
a rival of this family,

I would be shouting from
the rooftops that any man

who proposes
to pardon a traitor
in times such as these

is himself a traitor.

We are fighting a war in
the service of the son of God.

And it is treason
to offer forgiveness
to any man who would seek it?

What in the hell is it
you think we're doing here?

This isn't your
goddamn salon, Thomas.

And I don't care
to be lectured to!

If you do not forgive
men their sins,

your father will not
forgive your sins.

I don't want to hear it!
I know you don't.

Lieutenant.

I'll ask you once again,

am I to assume
by your silence

that you are in agreement
with this proposal?

The lieutenant has dutifully
expressed his reservations--

Madam...

you have done enough
to damage the good name
of this family.

I would ask that
you keep both your mouth

and your legs firmly
shut going forward--

I support it.

I found his argument
persuasive.

I find his intent
to be good and true.

And I find
yours wanting, sir.

I will be relaying
my findings to Admiral
Hennessey in short order.

And now I think it's time
you left, sir.

Gentlemen.

Did you just ask my father

to leave his own house?

Right now he will
be dispatching messages
to the Sea Lords,

the Southern Secretary,

his friends
in the Privy Council.

He will stop at nothing
to ensure

that this plan never
sees the light of day.

And now you're
in the line of fire.

People can say what
they like about you.

But you're a good man.

More people
should say that.

And someone should be
willing to defend it.

Pastor.

It's before dawn.

I don't sleep anymore.

I've seen you
at my service.

I've kept my distance,
but I've seen you there.

Heard of your efforts
to join our community.

To make a fresh start.

I've wanted to believe
it to be true.

After--

after what happened
between you and I,

I wanted to believe that
as vile as the act was,

perhaps it was born
of a misguided desire

on your part
to change your ways.

To seek
a more virtuous path.

I do seek
a more virtuous path.

Then why am I also hearing
that you've been receiving
Mr. Guthrie's daughter?

Making requests
of Mr. Underhill
on her behalf?

You don't understand.

I understand more
than you think, ma'am.

I've been to town today.

I hear that one of
the thieves on the beach,

desirous of impressing her,
assaulted another.

Killed him.

And in a display for all
to see, mounted his severed
head on a pike.

Were this not
monstrous enough,

talk is it was all in service
of stealing a young girl

intended to be ransomed
to her father.

None other than the governor
of the Carolina colony.

An upstanding,
God-fearing man

hundreds of leagues
from here is unsafe
from their brutality.

These are Miss Guthrie's
associates.

These are the men on
whose behalf you would act
by doing her bidding.

Men who seek profit
through the most boundless,

wanton, unrepentant
barbarism.

And I'm to believe
that your desire to
repent is genuine?

Lord Ashe?

What?

The governor in Carolina,

it is Lord Peter Ashe,
it is not?

I believe so, but...

Lord Ashe's daughter,
what was her name?

Mrs. Barlow,
what difference
does her name make?

Abigail.

Her name is
Abigail Ashe.

Absolution.

A clean slate for all
those willing to accept it.

A few hours ago,
I informed my father

that this was my intended
solution for the pirate issue
on New Providence Island.

We've talked in this room,
you and I,

about reason.

We've talked
about justice.

We've talked about
virtue and the right.

We've talked and talked.

And now, perhaps,
it is time to do that

which we've only spoken
about behind closed doors.

I am committed
to this end.

But it is a long road
and I will need your help
to see it through.

How can I help?

I don't believe you've
been properly introduced.

Lieutenant McGraw...

my good friend
Lord Peter Ashe.

What the fuck is this?

I heard the news today.

I thought it a sign
it was time to come
and see you.

You're kidding me.

Coming to gloat now?

You don't see it,
do you?

You're so close
to having everything
you've wanted.

Everything I told you
you'll never have.

It's within your reach.

I came to help
you get it.

I remember
when I first saw it.

I'd never seen
a structure like it.

It seemed
indestructible.

If you would have told me then
the decision you face today,

I don't know if I would
have believed it possible.

Richard Guthrie sat on
the throne of commerce
when I arrived.

Made men rich,
they said.

Then his daughter
took his place,

made Nassau strong.

Everyone knows this.

I wonder how many know
that there was one man

standing behind them.

Standing behind
both thrones,

keeping the world
spinning.

You're as invested
in the future of this
place as any.

What would you do?

I know Eleanor's argument.

And I know why you
think it is weak and I do
not disagree with you.

Her judgment
about Captain Vane
has never been right.

But because
she is compromised,

it does not necessarily
follow that she is wrong.

I fear that
to take that fort

will be to divide this island
in a most dangerous way.

To force men to take sides
against each other

at a time when our
very survival demands
the very opposite.

I fear that if we go
down that road,

by the time Spain
or England arrive,

they will find their job
done for them.

They will find Nassau
has destroyed itself.

The world changes.

It is inevitable.

Perhaps the only thing
that is inevitable.

If it were me facing
this decision,

I would make peace
with that.

I would teach myself
to see Captain Vane

as an unfortunate
but unavoidable change

in our landscape.

And I would ensure
that we all live

to see the sunrise
again tomorrow.

Were it me.

What say you, Captain?

Fire.