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

that we don't hang the pirates
but we pardon them.

Any man who proposes
to pardon a traitor
is himself a traitor.

I find his argument
persuasive and I find
yours wanting, sir.

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

I came to help you get it.

I hear that
one of the thieves
assaulted another.

It was all in service
of stealing a young girl

intended to be ransomed
to her father.

Her name was Abigail Ashe.

Lieutenant McGraw,
my good friend
Lord Peter Ashe.

Mr. Featherstone
will announce to his
shipmates tomorrow

that he has
joined a new crew.
Your crew.

He can't be on
the ship right now.

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

I am fully committed
to the removal of Captain
Vane from that fort.

You are talking
about rendering Nassau
completely unprotected.

I know.
What say you, Captain?

Fire.

It would appear
we lost track of time.

Fire!
Fire!

Take cover!

Please.

Please, stop.

Surely you must realize
this is a fruitless errand.

The time for conciliation
is well past.

I must try.

Why?

I'm the only one
who can stop him, Pastor.

I'm the only one who
knows why he's doing it.

Your father said
he would never let your
proposal come to a vote.

I do believe he meant it.

Tell me what chance
this has of success.
Be honest.

Ultimately there is
tremendous support for
every part of the package.

This entire battle
is being waged over
the pardon provision.

Without it, I could get this
passed in a matter of hours.

The rest of it
is meaningless
without the pardons.

They're the only hope
for redeeming Nassau.

I know, which is why
we'll keep on fighting.

I know your father
is a formidable adversary.

So am I.

What is it?

A moment please?

I'm going to
make arrangements to
leave for the country.

Leave?
Leave when?

Now.

Tonight.
May I ask why?

This fight
with your father.

The more public it gets,
the more visible it gets,

the greater the liability
I will be for you.

Liability?
How could you possibly--

The lieutenant's ship
arrived this morning.

Returned from
the Bahama Islands.

I received word
not long ago.

The rumors about
me and my relationship
with him

have gone quiet the past
few months he's been away

and I'm concerned
that when he returns

people will start
whispering again.

Let them whisper.

It's not the rumors
that concern me.

It's the scrutiny
that follows that.

And what that scrutiny
might unearth.

So someone might
discover you and he
shared a bed.

I'm concerned
they might dig past that

and discover something

far more damaging

than that.

I can assure you,
Mr. Gates' death

is not one the captain
took lightly.

When I arrived

just after
the deed was done,

I saw the look
on his face.

The pain it caused him
to do what he did.

But in that moment,
he believed it necessary

to preserve the hunt
for the Urca and her gold.

Flint killed him?

Yes.

And he's still captain?

How?

After a brief interlude,

the men saw what I am hoping
you will see.

That with the gold still
sitting on that beach,

he represents our best,
perhaps our only chance
of retrieving it.

Once this business with Vane
and the fort is over,

that is what the rest
of us intend.

Rest of us?

That's why I'm here.

You didn't want me
with the men.

You're worried
I'll challenge Flint.

Well, the thought
crossed my mind.

But I'm hoping

that once you have a moment
to process all of this,

you'll remember that you are
the same man

who when handed
a blank page pulled from
Mr. Singleton's corpse,

stood by the captain
for the sake of the bigger
picture.

Then you'll realize
you were right then.

And the same kind
of perspective is what's
called for now.

Enough!

I'm going to see
my brothers now.

Until I know what you're
going to say to the men,

I can't let you say
anything to the men.

He returns at last.
It's good to have you
back, Lieutenant.

Sir.
Welcome home.

Three months.

Feels like twice as long.

Our campaign against
my father and Whitehall

has reached a most
critical stage.

If you were able
to secure the support

of the royal governor
in Nassau,

it might just be
the thing that turns
the tide in our favor.

There is no governor
in Nassau.

What do you mean?

I understand the dispute
arose over a bribe.

Money that Governor
Thompson felt he was owed

by a particular
pirate captain.

That captain
recruited others.

They demanded the governor
leave the island at once.

Thompson refused,
at which point

a dozen armed men
broke into his home,

dragged his wife
and nine-year-old son
out into the street

and slit their throats.

They let him live,
so I'm told,

so he would tell the tale

and so that there would be
no misunderstanding

about who is running
Nassau now.

Stupid fuckers.

By the time I left,
men were beginning to
occupy the fort.

Had I stayed another day,
I'm not sure

they would have let me
leave with my ship.

But what is clear is this,

right now,
there's no law in Nassau.

I'm trying to imagine
standing up before the lords

and suggesting pardons
for these people.

I'm having a difficult
time of it.

The men responsible
for this crime deserve
to be punished.

But we cannot,
we must not

allow their actions
to condemn the rest.

As a matter
of political reality,

our plan is dead.

Not necessarily.

Beg your pardon?

The navy hasn't made
its case yet.

The navy isn't going
to make a case.

The navy will do whatever
Parliament tells it to do.

We're in a time of war.
If the Sea Lords

were to recommend
a change of strategy,
who would ignore them?

The war has got
nothing to do with it.
Doesn't it?

Isn't a lawless Nassau
a weakness that Spain
could exploit?

How would you do it?

By offering our plan
directly to the Sea Lords.

Making our case to them.

They'd hear you?
Yes, I think they would.

Ahem, Lieutenant.

May I speak with you
in private, please?

Now.

It's clear to me now
that what lies ahead
is the road to ruin.

And I'm asking you
to stop this right now

before we've all gone
too far to turn back.

What do you see, lad?

Leeward tower just lost
another 10 foot of her wall.

The dust is still clearing.

You don't like it?
No. No, no, no.

It's quite good.

But here's the thing...

the crew's banner
is a sacred thing.

It must simultaneously
strike fear

in the hearts
of hardened men

while inspiring
and unifying all those
who sail under it.

It must be something
approaching perfection.

Any idea what direction
that might be?

Darling, I think we'll
both know it when we see it.

Don't you?

Charlotte.

Oh.

Never sailed with a captain
this particular before.

We all have the same
swords out there.

We all have the same guns.

But great art...

...has felled empires

and therein lies
all the difference.

I don't understand
what that means.

No, but I do.
So not to worry.

While the rest of this island
sits about gawking

at the chaos of the day
contemplating the end
of the world,

we would do well to use
this time to prepare.

I'd like to be first
men back in the water
when the smoke clears

with every detail
accounted for.

Well, while we're on it,
we still got details to sort

of a much bigger size
than all that.

Stores ain't procured,
articles ain't signed.

I've seen the draft articles.
I'm fine with them as is.

But the men ain't.

They got some changes
you and I ought to discuss.

Ooh, changes.

Yes.

You two making
any progress?

Slowly but surely.

I'm sorry, you were
saying something about
the articles.

It can wait.

That ain't letting up
anytime soon.

Excuse me.

Fucking nightmare
it must be up there.

You think
he's still in it?

Who, Charles?

He could get out
of that fort without
being seen.

He's stubborn
but he ain't stupid.

No, I'd say he's
terribly stupid when it
comes to being stubborn.

Given a choice
between capitulation
and survival,

I don't image that to be much
of a choice for him at all.

He's in that fort,
I assure you.

You think he'll make it?

I think Charles Vane is
something you and I survived.

What happens to him now
is no longer of any
concern to me.

This morning,
you and Max.

You know what?
I ain't got no right.

We'll get through it.

Always do, don't we?

Steady.

Stand.

Ma'am.
Ma'am, are you hurt?

Help me.

Walk on.
Walk on.

It's all right.
I see a way through this.

A way towards the end
which we have all been seeking.

Thomas, he sees
only the principle.

The right.

It's inspiring.

It can be intoxicating.

It's why I love him.

But you, you see
the world as it is.

You see its truths
and how to navigate them.

How to bend them
to your will.

It's why I love you.

Men like Thomas
need men like you.

To protect them
from the world.

And that is what
I am asking you to do.

The danger
is simply too great.

Anything that has ever
been worth doing

has been worth doing in
the face of a little danger.

I have been
the subject of enough
ridicule and innuendo

to know the difference
between a little danger
and mortal danger,

and I'm telling you that
what you and Thomas and I

face right now
is the latter.

What's been going on
in this house isn't
just some affair.

No.
No, it isn't.

But since when did you care
what people think?

This isn't
a question of scandal.

It isn't a state of mind.
They hang men for this.

Don't be naive.

When they have
political motive,

they use it as a pretense
to hang men.

Don't treat me
like I'm someone else.

I know what
London is, too.

Alfred Hamilton does not
want those pardons issued.

He has committed himself
to doing everything in
his power to prevent it.

And when he finds out
what's been going on
in this house,

he will use it
to ruin us.

Even if he were
to find out,

he wouldn't use it
against us.

Now who's being naive?

It would be
just as embarrassing
for the earl

as it would be
for any of us.

Do you really
think he wants that?

You are underestimating him.

He will find a way
to exploit it.

Why take the risk?

For the sake
of the pirates of Nassau?

Miranda, I saw it.
I was there.

Thomas was right
about its promise.

And once the pirate
issue has abated,

it'll need help to rebuild.
Help from people like us.

You're suggesting
we go there.

A restored
New Providence Island
will need a governor.

Who better qualified
to oversee the building

of the New World
than Thomas?

With these pardons,
we can accomplish that
and leave London behind.

I've known
Admiral Hennessey
since I was a boy.

He's the closest thing
I have to a father.

Let me raise
the plan with him.

Seek his counsel.
There's no risk in that.

This is too important
not to try.

Fire!

Reload the cannons.
Reload! Reload!

Quickly, boys, quickly.

Let's go.
Let's go.

Two-six, heave!

Heave!

Fire!

Two-six!
Heave!

Cease fire!

Cease fire!

Cease fire!
Cease fire!

Prepare to move ashore.

Ready the longboats.

The courtyard
wall's destroyed.

A breach in
the northwestern corridor.

Seaward-facing batteries
are gone

as are most of
the westward guns.

How many did we lose?

Seven.

Another nine injured.

How long do you expect?

Before the men are massing
themselves on the beach

to begin their assault?

Two hours.

Maybe less.

Larson.

Take her back
to the cell.

Make sure she remains
safe while I'm gone.

No one is to touch her.
Understood?

Aye.

While you're gone?
Where are you going?

No matter how many
of his men we kill,
he can find more.

Eventually they breach

and we die.

So you're leaving?

It's too great
of a force to defeat

if we attempt to fight
the body of it.

Only way to beat it

is to cut off
its head.

I had the misfortune
of being in his presence

when Mr. Underhill
received word of
your proposal

to form a partnership
to sell his goods
on your ships.

He said no.

But it was the manner
in which he said no
that is most promising.

I don't understand
what it is he hopes
to achieve by--

His anger, I believe,
was due to the fact

that he wanted to say yes.

Ma'am.
What is it?

Ma'am, an errant shot
from the warship

hit a set a stores
outside the southwest gates.
Set it ablaze.

How close to the Intrepid's
storehouse there?

A few hundred
yards, ma'am.

The problem is
it's been freshly
stocked with--

With powder, I know.
Inform Mr. Lawrence

he needs to move his powder
stock to my warehouse
here immediately.

And ask Virgil
to take five men

to help put out that fire.

Any sign of capitulation?
Ma'am?

Captain Vane,
has he made any signal
to surrender?

No, ma'am.

You're dismissed.

What the fuck does that mean?
He wants to say yes.

You desire legitimacy
in the eyes of London.

But you cannot have it
until you find a way

to ship something
other than stolen goods.

The landowners want
greater profits.

But they cannot have them
until they find a way

to ship their products
out of the port of Nassau

free from the danger
of the pirates.

There is a partnership
to be had here.

I can broker it.

And there is only one thing
standing in the way.

If you were to appear
to divest yourself

of your association with
the crews on account--

You are unbelievable.

All I'd have to do
is give up the fence

and you can make
all my dreams come true.

You're a smart girl,
Eleanor.

And though I know
you're standing there,

parsing this,
trying to identify

how my interests
diverge from yours here,

I suspect
you're not finding it.

And it's because
it isn't there to be found.

You want me to prove
to Underhill

that I can be his partner?

That I can be trustworthy?

Then you have to prove
the same to me.

I have spent
a lifetime exposed
to your self-serving lies.

They're the manure
from which I sprouted.

And if I can identify
the specific motive or not,

I still come to expect
that stench anytime you
darken my door.

Find Mr. Silver for me,
if you please.

Captain.

You've explained
to your men

their
responsibilities here?

Aye, they know your plans
to recover the gold must
be kept secret and silent.

If it were
to be discovered
by another crew,

they could become competition
for its retrieval.

You know how
to keep a secret
between three men?

Shoot two of them.

What kind of fool
tries to keep a secret
amongst 100?

The faster
we retake the fort,

the faster you'll be
back on the water

en route to the Urca
with my men in your service.

Even if the information
were to be divulged

that the gold
is still to be won,

even if another crew could
discern its specific location,

even if they could
refit rapidly enough
to get out there ahead of you,

they'd still be facing
a warship standing between
them and their prize.

Adhere to our plan,
you will have your gold

and I'll have my fort.

What are you doing here?

I need to speak
with you alone.

You need to leave
here right now.

I will see you
when I am able.

I have come upon
some information which
changes things for you.

You must not move
against that fort.

Miranda,
you don't understand
what's going on.

I understand
why you need that fort.

I understand why
you need that gold.

I understand why
you need this island.

I understand it all
because I was there

the day our lives ended
and all of this began.

But I have been devoted
to you since that day.

I have been loyal

and protective
and fucking committed
to you since that day,

and I am asking you
to come with me

so that I can
save your life.

There's an opportunity
here today.

An opportunity that may not
present itself again.

If we act right now,

we can prevent
a catastrophic loss
to the Empire.

We can make England stronger
tomorrow than she is today.

We can save Nassau
and all it takes

is for us to do
a very reasonable thing.

Military pardons?

I know how it will
be perceived, sir.

I know how it looks
for me to even raise
the subject with you here.

But this is too important
to be deterred by
dangers imagined.

And if I have learned
anything from you,

it is that it is
moments like these

that are the precise
measure of a man's courage.

Good God.

You perceive the danger
about this to be imagined.

I told you when this began
to be careful of those people.

To be aware of just how
sharp and unexpected

the knife would be if you
discounted that danger.

I'd thought
you'd heard me, son.

I heard you, sir.

But I've come to see
that you and I were
wrong about him.

Lord Hamilton isn't someone
we should be wary of,

he is exactly the kind of man
we should be listening to.

On the day I was made
an officer,

you pulled me aside.

You told me how
proud you were of me.

You told me that
a measure of a man

is in the moment when he is
confronted by himself.

By opposing voices
in his head,

both arguing
that they are right,
but one has to be wrong.

To know the difference
in that moment, that is
what makes an officer.

What makes a man.

Well, I see
the difference here, sir.

I know it.

He arrived
just before you did.

And he told me
what you did.

After he invited you
into his home,

trusted you to assist
his son and daughter,

and you flagrantly
violated that trust.

Sir, I don't know
what he told you, but--

Yes, you do.

I would like to defend you.

I would like to remind myself
that every man has his flaws,

his weaknesses
that torment him.

I would like to help you
recover from yours.

But not this.
It is too profane.

It is too loathsome
to be dismissed.

This is your end.

Sir, please let me explain.

Be grateful it didn't happen
on the gallows.

You thought I wouldn't hear
what you'd done?

In my own house?

That not even the faintest
whisper of it would reach me?

Now, this ends quietly,

permanently,

and in the manner
of my choosing.

You are summarily
discharged from service.

No charges will be
drawn against you

provided you leave
London quietly

and are neither seen
nor heard from again.

If either the earl or I

feel that this bargain
has been breached,

the charges
brought against you
will be swift and unyielding.

Where's Thomas?

They came.
The earl's men.

It happened quickly before
I could do anything
to stop it.

They took him.
Took him? Took him where?

Bethlem Royal Hospital.

He is to be committed there,

owing to his
uncontrollable grief

over having learned
of my affair with you.

Our affair?
That is what the story
will be.

I have been given
until nightfall

to vacate this house.

And then you and I
are to disappear.

I have friends in
Amsterdam, Paris, Brussels.

I can get you set up
comfortably.

Perhaps at some point,
I can figure out a way
to get you back here.

I'm not leaving.
James.

We're gonna get him
out of there.
We can't.

You watch me.
You think you're angry
about this?

I'm beyond that.
I am enraged!

He is my husband.

Before they took him away,
he made me promise him...

that no matter what happened
next, that you and I...

would take care
of each other.

The danger here is real.

Thomas is gone.

And now you and I
must leave this place.

We need to get you moving.

When we get to the harbor,
I'll arrange passage for you.

Anything you need
that you don't have,
I'll see sent to you.

In the meantime,
my friends

will ensure that
you're taken care of.

We won't be
with your friends.

We're not going to Paris.

Or Brussels or Amsterdam.

Then where are you going?

Open the crate.

Pass 'em down.
Pass 'em down.

Idelle said you were
looking for me?

To your knowledge,
have any of Flint's crew

made their way up
to the brothel since
coming ashore?

Not that I'm aware of.

Back from a lengthy journey

and not one of them
has felt the need
to have a go?

Preparing for battle.

Perhaps they have set
pleasure aside for the moment.

Mmm, or maybe
they was told to stay
the fuck away from here.

To prevent them
from divulging a secret.

Charlotte.
Don't.

What?
You're crowding me.

I understand this is
very important to you,
but I can't work like this.

You have regular custom
with the men

of Captain Flint's crew,
yes?

It's all right.

Just one.
He won't let
the others near me.

Has he paid you a visit yet
since his recent arrival?

No, but he will.

Can't stay away for long,
that one.

If or when he finally
decides to visit you,

I'd like to know
what he has to say
about the Urca gold.

You haven't heard?

Everyone's saying
it wasn't there.

They ran into
a man of war instead,
managed to nick that ship.

Yes, I know.
Just indulge me,
will you?

Mr. Rackham.
Mm.

A word.
With me?

Thank you, love.

"Thank you, love?"

What's this?
We need to talk about
these articles.

And I thought it best
if we could have
the conversation

just you and I.

All right.
What's the matter
with the articles?

A few things.

Max--
Let me stop you there.

Yes, it's unorthodox
to entitle a woman to
a share of the profits,

but this is clearly
a special case.

That particular woman
is a font

of prostitutional
intelligence.

And believe me,
if I could see a way
to replace her, I would.

But at the moment,
she is worth far,
far more to this crew

than the share
it costs to have her.

I understand,
but you must understand

that's not an easy
thing to sell men
on a new ship

used to a certain way
of doing things.

Are you saying
you can't sell it?

No, I might be able to with
a great deal of cajoling.

The problem is
Max's share

ain't the only item
the men took issue with.

Fuck's your problem?

The crew have elected
to set sail.

Yeah?

Small prize nearby.

Probably not much
by way of profit,

but an easy prize
to consummate our
new arrangement.

That's good news,
then, yeah?

So again,
fuck's your problem?

There was
a complication

in the finalizing
of the articles.

Opposition from the men

on two particular issues.

Shit. I knew this
was gonna happen.

It's the whore's share,
ain't it?
It is.

Resistance to the idea
of formalizing her interest
in writing.

It's the second
of the two issues
I find more troubling.

What's that?
You.

It would appear
that while the crew
seems able to forgive

or at least forget my part

in the Mr. Hamund situation,

they are aware
that you were the
prime mover behind it

and they are less willing
to forgive it or forget it
in your case.

They don't want me
nor the whore?

It was put to me
that they will accept
one or the other, but not both.

Fucking hell.

How are we gonna get her
to keep turning out those leads

when she finds out she ain't
getting her own share?

What?
It's only temporary.
Till I gain their trust.

Sooner than later,
I'll be able to make
the case to them directly.

And you'll be back
sailing with us like
this never happened.

You chose her.

They gave me a choice,
but it was no choice.

Had I gone the other way,

they'd be stewing
about how I value
my relationship with you

over securing their leads.

It would have cost me
their trust and then
the captaincy.

Most assuredly
soon there after.

This is what is best
for both of us in
the final analysis.

We will sail
at the head of this crew,

it just requires
this sacrifice in
the short term to ensure it.

Anne? Anne?

Perhaps it would help
if we went back to
the beginning?

You said you were
captured by the navy.

You said you
escaped their custody,
made your way back here,

but you didn't mention
the means by which you
managed that escape.

Why are you here?
I beg your pardon?

Why are you the one
here defending him?

Oh, yes.
I suppose it must
come as some surprise

given the state of things
when last we saw each other.

But it's become clear to me
that a crew requires
two men to function.

One to tell them what to do
and another to tell them why
they should want to do it.

In Mr. Gates' absence,

the latter role was unfilled.

And I thought
I could fill it.

How the fuck
did you manage that?

I tried to tell you once,
I'm a hard man not to like.

And at the end of the day,
and all else being equal,

liked is just as good
as feared.

We like him.

You thought Flint
killed both me and Gates

and then you queued up to be
the next to fill the post.

I don't know if you're either
very dangerous or very stupid.

Possibly a bit of both.

But I am certain I will avoid
the mistake you both made.

I don't believe in him.

To me, he is a means
of securing a very
valuable prize.

No more, no less.

Which is why
I need to know...

when asked by the men,

what will you tell them
happened on the bow of
the Walrus that night?

How did you end up
in the water?

You keep focusing
on how I went in.

Perhaps you should be
more worried about the thing
that took me out.

I can see how the men
could've been taken in
by you...

with what
they've been through.

But know this--

had I been here,

I doubt it would have been
this easy for you.

Sooner or later,
you need to release me.

You have no choice.

And the longer you delay,

the more likely
I might choose

to take it personally.

I would say
I have some choice.

Not while he's here
you don't.

We like him, too.

You must understand,
though you perceive my actions
in recent weeks

to have been taken
with little regard
for your welfare,

the truth is
exactly the opposite.

All of my attempts
to regain control
of this place

have been with an eye
towards protecting you.

You really have no idea
what this is about,
do you?

Eleanor.
You left me.

After mother was killed
in the Rosario raid,
you left me here.

What kind of
a reprehensible shit

does something like that
to a little girl

and then asks her
to trust him again?

Your mother's loss

was almost unbearable to me.

I must confess
that in that moment,

the only way
I could think to carry on

was to immerse myself
in business.

And to remove myself
from this place.

From her memory.

And for that,
I am sorry.

Bullshit.

It wasn't about Mother.

It wasn't about an oversight.

You left me here
because I wasn't your son.

Yes.

I was focused on the work

and I saw no future
in which a daughter

would have
a meaningful part in that.

But, Eleanor,

look how wrong I was.

Look at what
you've accomplished here.

Pirate crews...

repurposed as
merchant shippers
and showing profits.

You have proved
the conceit possible.

You are making real

what was for decades
a fantasy.

The idea that this place
can be transformed,

made profitable,
redeemed from within
and on its own terms?

You are doing this
without any help from me,

nor from Whitehall,
nor from anyone in
London at all.

It is entirely
of your own making.

And it is miraculous.

One day,
years from now,

someone in London
will sit down,

light his pipe
and tell his children

of the unlikely success story
that was Nassau.

And he will say
it all began with a woman

who decided to make it so.

You have proven me
so very wrong.

And I could not be
prouder of you for it.

Miss Guthrie?
Miss Guthrie?

I have Flint here.
It would be best if
we could be alone.

You can use
the parlor upstairs.

Everyone out.

Now!

While you were gone,

Captain Vane
and his men

slaughtered another
pirate crew in the bay.

There are whispers
it was to avenge an offense
against Eleanor Guthrie.

There are also whispers

that it was to steal
a hostage being held
by that crew.

A girl who is now
held in that fort.

A girl who would be
in harm's way if you were
to launch your attack.

You pulled me away from my men
out of concern for a girl?

The girl's name
is Abigail Ashe.

Peter's daughter?

You need to obtain her
from Captain Vane.

Alive and unharmed.

And you need to return her
to Carolina, to her father.

I understand you have
feelings over the girl's
welfare, however--

And when you return her,

you're going to
explain to Peter

what it is you are trying to
accomplish here.

A Nassau
that can self-govern,

pardons for your men,
and a stake in their
own future.

What you want.
What Thomas wanted.

What we all wanted.

And he is going to
help you achieve it.

He's gonna help me?
Yes.

And how exactly
is he gonna do that?

Thomas knew no one more
skilled or effective

at maneuvering an agenda
through Parliament than Peter.

If he wanted
to convince them

to support
your vision for this place,
he could do that.

You know he could do that.

We tried it before,
it didn't work.

It was a different time.

There's no
Alfred Hamilton now.

There's no war
with Spain now.

Peter was faced
with both those things
and almost succeeded.

Without them,
it is well within his reach.

Miranda, Peter Ashe isn't
the man that you remember.

Six months ago,
he hanged four men
in his harbor

for possession
of pirated goods.

This is not a man
that we can negotiate with--

that I can negotiate with.
Of course you can.

Because you will have
just presented him with
his only daughter.

Safe and unharmed
and without conditions.

And you will have reminded him
that you are still the man

who sat in Thomas' salon
and spoke of

virtue and reason
and forgiveness.

That found
inspiration in him.

And you will remind Peter
that somewhere in his heart,

so is he.

This is too important

to put all our fates
in the hands of one man.

Especially a man
so committed

to seeing me and everyone else
I know hanged in his harbor.

There is no other way
to achieve what you
want to achieve--

Yes there is!

It is sitting on a beach
filled with Spanish soldiers,

and I'm through delaying.
There is no other way

once you're willing
to tell the truth about
your intentions here.

I think that I've made
my intentions very clear.

No.

You've been anything
but clear.

You say you fight
for the sake of Nassau,
for the sake of your men,

for the sake of Thomas
and his memory.

But the truth
of the matter is,

it isn't for
any of those things.

What the fuck do you think
I am fighting for?

I think you are fighting
for the sake of fighting.

Because it's the only state
in which you can function.

The only way to keep
that voice in your head

from driving you mad.

What are you talking about?
What voice?

The one telling you
to be ashamed of yourself...

for having loved him.

You were told
that it was shameful.

And part of you believed it.

Thomas was my husband.

I loved him
and he loved me.

But what he shared
with you...

it was entirely
something else.

It's time you allowed
yourself to accept that.

The only thing
I am ashamed of...

is that I didn't do
something to save him

when we had the chance.

That instead
I listened to you.