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Silver: Dobbs assaulted him, and he believes him responsible

for choosing the men to be interrogated by them.

But it's been sorted.

I had three men hold him down

while dooley and Wayne administered a beating.

Ellers: The governor in Nassau hanged a pirate in the square.

The pirate was Charles vane.

What do you want to do about it?

Billy: He knew it was the only way to start it.

(Speaks softly) Start what?

The resistance in Nassau is now under way.

- How long before their force arrives? - A week.

Then we have much preparation to do and little time to do it.

Captain hornigold will be sailing in consort with you.

I know this enemy.

He took that cache with the express purpose

of compelling us to commit your force

to a battlefield of his choosing.

If you allow him to dictate the terms of battle,

you court a disastrous outcome.

(Theme music playing)

- (Crickets chirping) - (Shoveling)

(Shovefing)

(Grunting)

Silver: You sure this is wise?

At the end of the day, secrets among friends

are the source of all good things gone wrong.

Is that what we are now?

Ffiends?

Rackham: He wasn't talking about you.

He's talking about our hostess, the queen.

That said, you're wrong. He's right.

The safest place for this isn't behind walls

or guarded with guns.

The safest place lives outside the realm of anyone's awareness.

If the English can't find it, they can't take it.

I told her we were taking it, just not where.

She agreed it was best for all

for its whereabouts to remain unknown,

provided that you were among the circle

that knew of it.

You they trust above any of us

not to betray for money.

The irony wasn't lost on either of us.

Well, now that you've been fetched,

much to do.

A war to plan for.

I've heard you use that word a thousand times.

A war against england,

now a war to reclaim Nassau.

But hearing him use it just now,

so near the actual arrival of it,

it sounds different.

It feels different.

Not far from here, the fortifications are already built...

From which in a few days' time

you'll look out and stare down king George's Navy.

Are you having second thoughts?

Aren't you?

All the blood that's about to be spilt,

all the things about to be lost... Aren't you?

Well, I wish it wasn't necessary,

if that's what you're asking.

(Grunts)

When we were becalmed,

I told Billy I believed your darkest thoughts

somehow had the ability

to manifest themselves upon our reality.

That your anger over the murder of Mrs. Barlow

became the storm into which we all battled.

That your despair over her death

became the doldrums into which we all sank.

In my defense, I hadn't had anything to eat or drink in a while.

But the truth of it,

I'm not sure it was far off.

Your demons are a part of our reality.

Now, such is the nature of the influence you wield.

Ah, some of those demons I've come to know...

But the one in whose name this war is to be fought...

It is still a stranger to me.

Before this war actually begins,

I'm asking where it actually began.

Will you tell me?

(Cannons firing)

(Men shouting)

(Shouting continues)

(Cannon fire continues)

(Shouting)

- (Cannonball whistling) - (Screams)

(Screams, groaning)

(Men shouting)

(Cannon fire continues)

(Ship's bell ringing)

(Speaks softly) 0h, Jesus.

They are not fuckin' around, are they?

We're supposed to sail into that?

One ship against their entire fleet?

Favorable wind.

We'll be upon them quickly.

We'll take fire, obviously.

If we can just get our vanguard aboard one of their ships,

we could disrupt their entire line.

Do not look at me like that.

This is the plan.

Harass their line.

We create uncertainty

in the minds of their soldiers on the ground

and undermine their confidence in their command.

Yeah, and I know how they'll feel.

Man: Sails! East-southeast!

East?

(Suspenseful music playing)

Six ships. British colors.

Who the fuck is that?

Reinforcements, likely.

It seems governor Rogers was able to enlist

the aid of one of his colleagues.

I'll put a launch in the water now.

What for?

To inform captain flint

- so he can make his retreat. - (Chuckles)

There could be hundreds of soldiers aboard those ships.

The captain's battle plan

does not take into account a force that large.

Captain flint's battle plan

does not take into account is retreat.

There is nowhere to retreat to.

And given how much we have sacrificed to earn this battle,

how can we do anything other than see it through?

My friend may have given his life to earn this battle.

I understand the obligation you are feeling to succeed,

but there comes a certain point

when one must accept what is painfully obvious.

- How many ships? - What?

The second fleet... How many ships?

Man: Six sets of sails!

Describe them, please.

- What difference does it make? - Shut up.

The flotilla... describe them.

Three tall ships!

Two sloops!

- One man of war. - And one man of war.

Make a course for that second flotilla, please.

You're going to attack them?

Time is short, please.

Get us under way.

Get us under way!

(Guns cocking)

(Whistle blowing, men shouting)

(Shouting)

(Shouting continues)

(Yelling)

Man: Right flank, kneel!

(Suspenseful music playing)

Fire!

(Man shouting)

(Gunfire, shouting continues)

(Grunts)

Man: Bring the mortars forward!

- Mortars. - Mortars!

Concentrate on the mortars!

(Screaming)

(Screams)

Man #2: Three paces forward!

Present!

Fire!

Company, form into two ranks!

Second Cannon!

Man: Take cover!

(Shouting continues)

Man: Ready the gun, ahh!

Man: Fire!

Second rank!

Mortars in position!

Fire!

(Screams)

Fire!

(Screams)

Captain, it's time!

- Not yet. - Fire!

Man #3: Two inches! Two inches!

Fire!

(Screaming)

(Gunshots, Cannon fire echoing)

Captain, we need to fall back.

Fire!

(Yelps)

Smoke!

- Man: Smoke! - Man #2: Smoke!

Man: Form into two ranks!

Line facing forward!

- Fall back! - Man: Fall back!

- Man #2: Retreat! - Flint: Fall back!

(Shouting continues)

Man: Hold your fire!

- Man #2: Hold your fire! - First company, prepare to move out!

I wouldn't do that.

Beg your pardon?

Man: Stand easy!

He asked for this fight, major.

He didn't do so without a plan.

And I promise you, bumbling into a hasty retreat wasn't a part of it.

Bumbling?

They were overwhelmed by a superior force.

He wants us to pursue him. He wants you to pursue him.

A tactical withdrawal to guide us into an ambush.

Am I to believe he sacrificed over 50 of his men,

led them into a massacre deliberately,

just to entice us to chase him?

You don't know that man, major, but I do.

He's quite capable of what you suggest and more.

(Chattering)

(Murmuring)

Reflected there.

Is everything all right?

- Show her what you showed to me. - (Sighs)

"To the first to betray, I offer the first chance to repent.

Remove the captain. You have until nightfall."

Where did you get this?

It was sitting at the foot of my bed when I awoke this morning.

Someone left it while I slept.

The message, it would seem, is clear.

There is a voice out there yet to identify itself

that wants to see captain vane's remains

removed from the gibbet in the square.

Why does it look like this?

An old wives' tale. Pirate lore.

Avery's maiden crew was said to deliver the black spot

as a warning to wayward crew members.

Ignored on pain of death.

Throckmorton: I knew men when I was young who sailed with Avery.

It was a bullshit story then, and it's no less a bullshit story now.

Ma'am, cowards send notes.

The form of the threat may not likely be the issue.

We are aware there is dissent on the street.

Perhaps removing the gibbet

would go a long way towards settling

whatever unrest may be brewing.

Soames: You're suggesting that the governor comply

with an anonymous threat?

I am suggesting the gibbet could be seen by some

to be inflammatory.

The point has been made.

The law has been satisfied.

It is a well-settled statement of resolve

to maintain the display.

If it is removed in the light of this threat,

in the light of captain flint's standing ultimatum

against the use of it, would it not worry you that it might appear weak?

It certainly worries me to make self-defeating mistakes

out of fear of appearing weak.

Eleanor: No, he's right.

He's right.

Gives me no pleasure having it there,

no matter what the street may say.

But to remove it in this moment threatens to undermine confidence

in the governor's leadership.

That said, the end of three days' time,

I want it down and gone, not a minute longer.

If you would like me to form a small detail

to offer you protection in the meantime...

If anyone has a problem with my allegiance to the crown,

my men and I are happy to address it with them.

Ma'am?

Excuse me.

(Murmuring)

I've spent enough time in bed.

I did what I did.

I know how it seems, to the street, to you, but please understand...

(Speaks softly) It seems...

As though a very difficult thing was done.

It seems as though I am fortunate

you had the courage to do it.

You have enemies here.

Then let them be my enemies as well.

Any and all of them.

And let them come.

(Birds squawking)

(Wood creaking)

Man: As you were.

(Men chattering)

Six ships... Two sloops, man of war...

It's a familiar combination.

I once had a fleet of that makeup.

Man: Get her cleaned up, boy!

(Men shouting indistinctly)

I came looking for flint, not you.

Where is he?

He's currently being pummeled

by half the British Navy just beyond the horizon.

The Navy?

The war to reclaim Nassau began here about an hour ago.

The entirety of the British fleet

under the command of governor Rogers is in play.

I'd like to think that you're here to join our effort,

but I fear the reason for your arrival is something other than that.

(Speaks softly) Charles is dead.

(Dramatic music playing)

The governor in Nassau hung him in the square.

(Breathes heavily)

On the island I helped to build,

he thought he could do that, face no consequences.

He failed to account for me.

British law sentenced him,

but I think you and I both know who it was

that fashioned that noose, and it was no "he."

I look forward to seeing miss Guthrie again

and settling Charles' account with her.

But there is no victory over her

without a victory here today.

That much is clear.

Will you help us find it?

Flint: Madness is such a hard thing to define,

which makes it such an easy label

to affix to one's enemies.

Once it had been applied to Thomas,

once our relationship had been exposed,

defiled, scandalized...

Everything ended.

There were times that I was persuaded

to sue for peace since then,

but that was the day

that on some level I knew...

That england was broken...

And that sooner or later a good man must resist it.

(Speaks softly) I don't know what to say.

You don't need to say anything.

You asked me where it began,

and I felt that you were entitled to an answer...

To the truth.

I appreciate that.

And I am genuinely sorry.

But you can see how this might be of particular

and immediate concern for me.

I can?

Well, before today I knew of two people

who managed to truly know you,

to gain your trust, to be your partner,

and they both ended up dead while playing the role.

- Now, wait a minute... - Now you're telling me

there's a third member of this class,

making it even less credible to characterize Mr. Gates'

and Mrs. Barlow's deaths as bad luck.

It would seem that those closest to you meet their end

not just during the relationship,

but because of it.

And as I sit here, I'm acutely aware

there may be no one closer to you

in the world right now than I.

What exactly are you saying?

That I've somehow sought out my own tragedies?

Did you not tell me that our darkest motives

will conceal themselves from us?

Cloak themselves in whatever they must

in order to move us to action?

And even if that's not true,

a pattern is a pattern,

and only a fool ignores one

because he does not care for the implications.

So you see yourself as a potential fourth member of this class,

concerned that your association with me

will lead to your end.

My association with you began out of necessity,

but I've come to find

a great deal of respect for you.

Perhaps even friendship.

Hmm.

(Sighs)

Which is why I find myself unnerved by the thought

that when this pattern

applies itself to you and I...

That I will be the end of you.

Is that so?

Now, three who preceded me

all had one thing in common.

They were vulnerable to you.

Had more to lose than you,

less means with which to protect themselves than you.

Till recently, I thought that was me as well,

but now...

I don't know that it is anymore.

It is natural for men new to power

to assume that it has no limits.

Trust me. It does.

We agreed that I would select a man

to be responsible for making a direct move

against captain hornigold once the battle begins.

You chose dobbs?

Why the fuck would you do that?

It's a dangerous errand...

It's more than dangerous.

The entirety of our plan rests on its success.

Why would you assign it to a man

harboring who knows what sort of resentment against you?

Because it isn't resentment.

If you had disciplined him, he would resent you for it,

but towards me...

I don't believe he feels resentment.

I believe he feels shame

for having disappointed me

and a great need to redeem himself in my eyes.

Send someone else.

It's done.

He knows.

Were I to replace him now,

it might provoke the response you wish to avoid.

If you're wrong,

if Mr. Dobbs takes this opportunity to betray you...

To betray us...

This battle will be over before it ever began.

Flint sent you to kill me, yet instead, you surrendered.

Why?

Sailed with that crew for months.

Then they take the side of those fucking savages

over a man who was supposed to have been their brother.

Truth is, they didn't give a shit about me except that I did their bidding,

so now I'm ready to see it end,

and I can help you end it.

Rollins: Says he knows where the slave camp is located.

Says the cache with gems is hidden nearby.

(Grunting)

Mr. Carter, please bring me that man there.

(Grunting)

Unfortunately, I've known too many men from Nassau in my life,

and it's so very hard to know which can be taken at their word.

Show me that you truly intend to leave captain flint

and your life with him behind you.

Oh, that man will meet the same end

whether you shoot him or some other man hangs him,

but I'd like to be quite certain

your intentions are true.

(Gunshot)

Major, prepare your men.

Sir.

Lieutenant, prepare the men.

Make sure they have plenty of supplies,

water, and ammunition.

We're heading into the forest.

(Chattering)

(Speaking softly in native language)

(Gasps, speaks in native language)

Madi: He was hiding by the water.

Otherwise, everyone is accounted for and where they belong.

All but you.

You do not feel you are where you belong.

The men above would fight to protect us.

I should be among them.

If we are to lead them into this war,

we ought to show that we are willing to lead them through it.

(Music playing)

You have protected me for so very long.

It is time I did the same for you.

Did he get it?

Your black spot was delivered, yeah.

- But? - I saw him.

He was in the tavern drinking with his men.

They were in high spirits.

And the gibbet remains?

I think it's gonna take more than a note to frighten him.

Of course it is.

It was Mr. Gates who first told me about the spot.

It kept him awake for three nights.

It wasn't the note or the threat.

It was the idea of Avery himself,

just the awareness that someone so terrible

- knew your name. - (Chuckles)

I have no doubt that captain throckmorton

is currently unconcerned with our threat.

We have only just begun to tell our story.

We haven't yet introduced the villain.

It's been a few days since I told you

of my suspicions about idelle,

her role in the attack on the governor's caravan.

One can only assume she did not act alone,

but had partners in this endeavor.

You did not report this news to the governor

nor to miss Guthrie.

Nor did you take any action

to discover who the partners might be.

Until I know how this game will unfold,

I choose to allow the players to reveal themselves to me

lest I make an enemy out of someone

I may one day wish to call a friend.

- (Coat whooshes) - (Gasps)

(Women gasping)

(Suspenseful music playing)

This way.

Is it possible one of the governor's calls for assistance was heard?

Reinforcements from a sister colony?

(Men chattering)

Flint gave you command of his ship.

You can count the things that flint and I agree upon on one hand.

But among them is the sincere confusion

as to why Charles invested any time and energy in you.

I suppose flint's come to see that there might be

some capacity in you after all.

And?

And what?

"And" as in it sounded

as if there was more to that thought.

That you might see yourself agreeing with him again...

About my capacity.

There wasn't any more to that thought, was there?

Man: Signal!

On the flagship's mainmast!

(Men shouting)

(Suspenseful music playing)

They're showing her fleet identification,

asking us to verify who we are.

Get my log from below.

You have the proper codes to respond?

Don't.

Raise the black instead.

(Music playing)

Raise the black?

He believes we are beneath him,

tactically incompetent.

Why give him any reason to doubt it?

To be underestimated is an incredible gift.

Signal the line. Divide the gun crews

and prepare the larboard batteries.

Sir.

Prepare the larboard batteries!

Man: Prepare the larboard batteries!

(Men shouting)

(Men chattering)

(Sighs)

And did she fight it?

Your mother.

Did she resist your being here?

I believe she wanted to.

I believe every part of her being was calling out for it.

Then why didn't she?

She has spent so many years protecting our people,

protecting me.

To put it all in danger now...

It is a necessary sacrifice

if this war is to be won.

But it violates everything she understands herself to be.

She let me go because she knows

that if we survive this battle today,

she will likely need to step aside

and make room for someone better suited

to do what must be done.

It's a hard thing

to look your successor in the eye

and know that their time is nearing

while yours is almost through.

But as far as successors go,

your mother could do far worse.

(Dog barks and howls)

Ma'am!

(Barking continues)

- (Gunshot) - Aah!

(Groaning)

Dobbs: They'll fight to the death to defend it.

There's only 100 men, more or less, left behind to guard it.

The rest are women and children.

And the cache? It's being guarded there as well?

It's nearby. Buried.

But the one of them who knows where to find it

is inside that camp,

and he cannot run away.

Get a message to the major.

Tell him he can deploy his men to this position.

Let's finish this as quickly as possible.

(Chattering)

Bonny: You trust him?

What's that?

A few weeks ago, we had a chance to sail with him.

You said you'd always be iookin' over your shoulder,

worried he'd fuck us the first chance he got.

I will say this for him.

In recent weeks, among the disturbing number of people

who've tried to kill one or the both of us,

he is not among them.

Charles was, in some sense, a son to him,

and Charles was, in some sense, a brother to us.

I couldn't tell you what that makes us to him,

but something, perhaps.

Gun crews at the ready!

Man: Gun crews at the ready!

See you on the other side.

(Music playing)

Always.

(Men shouting)

Man: Come to your crews, Mr. Turner!

(Men shouting)

Man #2: Gun number one ready!

(Shouting continues)

Man #3: Number six ready!

Does he actually mean to exchange broadsides with us?

Pass word up the line. All ships may fire at will.

Yes, sir.

Gun crews, prepare to engage!

Larboard batteries may fire at will!

Man: Fire!

(Dramatic music playing)

(Cannon fire continues)

(Cannon fire continues)

Man: Open the ports!

Open the ports!

(Music playing)

Company, present!

Fire!

Fire!

(Men shouting)

Aah!

Aah!

(Gunfire continues)

Defenders across the water

have been rendered largely ineffective.

Any luck, we'll have a beachhead established within an hour,

find Mr. Silver, the fugitive Mr. Rackham,

and have the cache in our possession before the sun sets.

- (Gunfire continues) - Sir.

(Clicks tongue) Come.

(Men shouting)

(Shouting continues)

I once thought that to lead men in this world,

to be liked was just as good as feared,

and that may very well be true.

But to be both liked and feared all at once

is an entirely different state of being...

In which, I believe, at this moment, I exist alone.

The men need to know they're in good favor with me.

They need it,

and there is nothing they won't do

to make sure they have it.

Mr. Dobbs will do what I ask of him.

Man: Fire!

Pull everyone back.

- Sir? - Pull them back, now!

Silver: He will lead captain hornigold

exactly where I ask him to, of this I'm sure.

(Trumpeting)

But from there, it's up to you.

(Grunts)

(Grunts)

(Shouting)

Man: We're being ambushed!

(Shouting, screaming)

(Shouting, screaming continues)

Man: Company, withdrawal!

(Grunts)

(Gasping)

(Whinnies)

Fire!

(Screams)

What the hell is he doing?

Could he mean to board us?

Order the larboard batteries to concentrate their fire on that ship.

And send word to the Orion to do the same.

Yes, sir.

All crews, larboard batteries, target the lead ship!

- (Men shout) - Whoa!

(Men shouting)

- Fire! - Man: Fire!

Man #2: Fire two!

Aim ahead a little more!

Man: Fire!

- Lead him! - (Grunts)

Aah!

(Both grunting)

Aah!

Get to the stern chasers! Now!

Fire!

(Screaming)

(Cannon fire continues)

(Chuckles)

Sir! It's the Orion!

She's been overrun!

Get the gun crews to resume firing.

- (Men shouting) - Man: Look out below!

How, sir?

Sir?

Shall we prepare to repel boarders?

Cut our anchor cables

and signal the line to retreat.

(Men shouting, screaming)

(Grunting)

(Spits)

(Whinnies)

Come on!

- (Whinnies) - Aah!

(Music playing)

(Shouts, screams echoing)

(Music playing)

(Gurgles)

(Exhales)

Man: Company, retreat!

Man #2: Back! Fall back!

Man #3: Company, retreat!

Retreat!

Tell your governor!

You tell him I'm coming!

Let us say there is some merit to your argument.

Let us say that Mr. Dobbs will do as you ask of him.

I would have to admit in that case

that the world has shifted beneath our feet

in a most startling way.

But in terms of our future

and the danger that you believe you may pose to me,

bear this in mind.

I have survived starvation,

a tempest,

pirate hunters,

jealous captains, mutinous crews,

angry lords,

a queen, a king,

and the goddamn British Navy.

So to whatever extent you may be concerned

that some day we will clash,

worried that though today we be friends,

some day you will have no choice but to be my end...

I won't worry too much.

Garrett: They call him John the giant.

They say that he's seven foot tall.

They say that he moves better on that leg

than most do with the ones that god gave them.

Why would they say that?

A man walks into a tavern out the dead of night,

threatens the entirety of the island,

and then proceeds to remove a man's head with a metal shoe.

I say that's a story that stands a strong chance

of seeing itself embellished.

Do we care that it isn't remotely true?

Doesn't matter what's true. Not now, at any rate.

We're creating the appearance of a man out of nothing.

The appearance of a man that the resistanc against the English

feels compelled to rally around.

We'll introduce him. We'll put flesh on him.

We'll give him a soul.

But if the street wants to invest him

with more than we can on our own,

I won't fight them about it.

But that name isn't doing anything for us.

See about that.

For those of you who have not heard,

the governor has imposed martial law

upon all of Nassau town in response to the murder of captain throckmorton.

He asks that I convey to the rest of his council

the contents of the letter left for him today,

taking responsibility for captain throckmorton's murder.

"I was no one,

and then you came, and my island fell,

and I became something else."

Why not flint?

Flint?

You want to put a man forward as a face of our efforts

to oust the English from the island, why not use flint?

They all know him already. They all fear him already.

I've lived too long dependent upon flint

to be the one to hold our ranks together.

It's time we finally had an alternative.

"On the night I confiscated the pardon rolls,

the night I started becoming, I made clear my position

that there would be two sorts of men on the island going forward...

Those like captain vane,

determined to stand by their oath to the very end,

and those like captain throckmorton,

happy to be the first to betray it.

And thus, as always, to traitors..."

Does he even know?

Mr. Silver?

Does he have any idea you're using his name?

What flows forth from this house,

starting tonight,

is a new story for Nassau.

I've watched her follow madmen.

I've watched her follow rich men.

I've watched her bow before tyrants.

But now it's time she had a king.

When we're ready, when he's ready,

he'll step into the role we've created for him...

And lead an impossible army

into an unwinnable war...

And win it.

"Captain throckmorton's black spot

will not be the last.

Ignore it, and join him.

Heed it, and reclaim your place amongst us.

Until then, I remain...

Long John silver."

(Theme music playing)