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Immoftal voyage of Captain Drake 2009

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Identify yourself and shoot Easy friend I mean,

just do your own business.

What sort of business?

The queen's, I'm afraid.

All right, boys.

Wendon, Mankey, come on, come on.

Mind my cake.

Shanks, come on, boys.

Sun's coming up.

So long as Pete does his part, we'll
be golden.

Golden.

Ah, yes.

You look sharp.

There's no dishonor in giving up.

Muchacha, escorpiones arabes.

After all, you Spanish should be accustomed
to surrendering to the British by now.

Madre de Dios.

A typhoon saved your navy from our armada.

Next time, you won't be so fortunate.

They blew with these winds.

And they were all scattered.

Now you drink, English.

Yes, drink.

Stings of defeat, Miss Marietta.

Let us find out, shall we?

Enough!

Capitán, it's just a friendly
contest between myself and you.

Zavaro, you're sergeant of the ship's guard duty.

You're supposed to be watching the ship.

Capitán, I left Ibanez in charge of the
ship when I met this senor who.

You, stop.

Turn around if you would, senor.

I know you ignorant fools.

This is Peter Easton himself,
the first mate of El Dragon.

Been a long time, eh, son of Arte?

Lads!

To arms!

Ah!

You must get to your safety.

Won't I see you again?

I'll come back for you, I promise.

You'd better.

Go, go now.

Ah!

Come on, lads, let's get to our hands.

I know what's happening.

Ah!

It's your brother.

What are you doing here?

Never mind.

Get on, girl.

I'll tell your mother I'll be home soon.

And when will that be?

Another four years.

This is not exactly the time.

I know, there is.

I'll make it up to you, girl.

Now go!

Fall back, men.

Fall back.

Ah!

So, Draco is your daughter, huh?

Most interesting.

Release me.

Boom!

Come on!

Vamos!

Come on, men.

Time's a-wasting.

Men, to the thunder god!

Vamos!

It's time he does not get away.

All hands on deck!

Prepare to cast off!

Why, young gods, set the top sails!

So, sir, why are we not moving?

Capitano, I'm sorry.

We cannot give chase.

They've taken our rudder.

The entire rudder?

Si, senor.

Soon, Draco.

Soon, I will have my vengeance.

Three cheers for our Spanish hosts.

Whose generosity we'll not take for granted.

Aye, aye, captain.

More ground for the men, Mr. Easton.

Look at that, captain.

May I assume your usual heading, sir?

All right, them old Torquepelago.

Best possible speed.

Aye, sir.

All right, men.

Set top sails and clear off this harbour.

Come on, now, lads.

Scurry about.

Hmm.

Hmm.

What?

It's quite a risk going back to Cadiz.

What other choice did I have?

The Trinidad's a warship.

It's madness trying to attack her in open
water.

They haven't forgotten you tried to
sack the entire city four years ago.

They certainly haven't forgiven.

He'll want blood, you know.

When a man wants you dead, there's little
harm in angering him further.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

Pete.

Pete, are you in here?

Father.

Isabella?

What are you doing here?

I, well, I had no choice.

No choice?

Well, you told me to go home after

the big fight, and Sandovalti found out I
was your daughter, and he captured me.

It was horrible, father.

I barely managed to get away and sneak
aboard the ship.

Oh, I understand.

I understand.

Now, maybe you can tell me what this
is.

Uh, this.

You summoned me, sir?

Isabella?

Yes.

I see you've had the pleasure of meeting
my daughter.

No.

I assure you, sir, I've had no pleasure
at all.

Mr. Easton.

I pride myself in knowing a man's intentions.

That's what's kept me alive all this time.

Captain, I give you my word.

I had nothing to do with bringing her
on board.

No, father.

You knew nothing about it.

I swear.

Well.

Well, for your sake, she's telling the truth.

Yes, sir.

Good.

Now go aloft and find out what all
the ruckus is about.

Aye, sir.

Secure the portals!

The sea was quiet as a ghetto 10
minutes ago, sir.

I am here, Mr. Easton.

Tie down those cannons!

Secure the lines!

Bring in the top sails, Albrey.

We've got to get her bow into the
waves!

It's suicide, Captain!

Not as long as lines are frozen!

Come on, Goldie!

Turn!

No, sir!

Turn!

Hold fast!

Decibel.

Decibel.

Captain, where are we?

I was hoping you'd be able to shed
some light on that.

Well, their dress is definitely Arabian.

Well, that's impossible.

That would make us over 2,000 miles
off course.

Not too close.

Looks like leprosy.

Oh, no.

Look at my coat.

It's ruined.

Ah.

Well, seems it's only me, boys.

Would you mind?

Thank you.

I'm Sir Francis Drake.

I demand to see your leader.

Do you know who I am?

Let go!

Thank you very much.

I am pleased to see you well, Drake.

You know of me?

Who doesn't know of the Queen's Pirate?

Loved by his countrymen.

Loved by the Spanish.

Second man on the record
to circumnavigate the globe.

Ah, humble in heart, humble in nature.

But I'm afraid you have me at a
disadvantage.

I'm Sultan Alashrafsaif, ruler of
Al-Hamidiyah, a once great and proud province.

A great plague has befallen our land.

My people are dying.

My son, my only heir, dying.

Ah, it's tragic.

Well, Sultan, I'm in your debt for recovering

us from the storm, but I really must
be going.

I don't think, good captain, you
quite comprehend the situation.

I didn't save you from the storm.

I summoned you with it.

You summoned me?

Oh!

This is an old country.

A land unlike your own.

One which still believes in the power of
the ancient ways.

Ways in which my oracle is versed.

Do you expect me to believe a girl
created that storm?

I only expect you to believe one thing,

that I need your help and you are
going to give it.

Let go of me!

Isabella!

Father, help me!

So, you were saying something
about needing my help.

There is only one thing that can save
my people.

The sephiroth.

The tree of life.

The tree of life is merely legend.

I can assure you the tree of life
is no legend.

Well, if you believe the tree exists, why
don't you get your oracle to find it?

The tree is shrouded in its own kind
of magic.

Bring me back the fruit of the tree
and I'll return your treasure tenfold.

I'll need my ship.

Of course.

And my crew.

Of course.

And supplies.

Yes.

Expenses.

Of course.

And forty-fold on the gold.

Twenty is enough.

Twenty-five.

Twenty is enough.

Done.

We have an understanding.

Aye.

But if a hair on her head is harmed, the
plague will be the least of your worries.

Venture, captain, to the citadel of Kite Bay.

My oracle believes it may hold the key
to your journey and to our salvation.

Oh, and, captain, we'll be watching you.

So that's our mission.

Our quest, as it were.

Speak your mind, Benito.

Forgive me, captain, but this is a fool's
errand.

You ask us to risk our lives for
nothing.

Nothing?

Isabella's life hangs in the balance and so
does that of Saif's people.

If saving them doesn't appeal to the man

in you, then perhaps the reward
would appeal to the mercenary.

To hell with Saif's people!

The lot of them can rot.

And, captain, I'm sorry about your daughter,
but we're not the ones who get her involved.

Why, captain, maybe we should just lay low

for a little while and then go on

back to what we've been doing best.

I know how you feel, lads.

We've been together a long time.

We traveled oceans and foreign lands.

We fought the Spanish in the war and
lost good men.

What have we did?

We've sacked, we've pillaged, we've plundered
and all for the greater good of England.

Well, this time, we got a chance to
do something for ourselves.

If that tree is out there for the
taking, I say we take it.

Because after all, we reach that tree, we
reach for immortality.

And this time, every lad takes home an
extra share.

You have my word on that.

So what say you?

Aye, captain!

Aubrey, take the helm.

Trim the sails and fly me a breeze,
lads.

Good.

Now the hard part.

Aye, sir.

We've been in the heady, sir.

Why do you stop when the thing you're

looking for can be anywhere in the entire
world?

I've been giving that some thought.

You see, the basis for the Tree of

Life can be found in the mythologies of
dozens of cultures.

Assyrian, Ancient Egyptian, Christian, Chinese, and so on.

In fact, the Norse believed that the Yggdrasil,

or World Tree, connected Midgard, this realm, to

Asgard and all the other realms through the
Axis Mundi, World Axis.

How is all that going to help us
exactly?

It doesn't.

I was just thinking aloud.

We start at the citadel of Kite Bay.

Aye.

Alexandria.

Of course.

Plato's map.

Come again?

Yes, we need to find Plato's map.

Oh, the one that leads to Atlantis.

The same, if you believe the legend.

But it leads to much more than that.

Atlantis is just one lost wonder of the

ancient world, of which Plato's
writings are the only known accounts.

Of course.

That is all assuming it wasn't
destroyed centuries ago.

Yet if it still exists, there's only one
place it could have survived.

The catacombs of the Great Library.

That is undeniably preposterous.

Sir.

It's a start.

Egypt it is.

You have your hat in, Mr. Easton.

Aye, Captain.

Oh, and send Wendon and Lanky to me.

My boots are filthy.

How dare you let her go!

Don't worry, my dear.

I doubt she'll be here as long as
the last one.

Sorry.

I hope you don't mind if I borrow
this.

Damn!

Damn!

Damn!

Buenos dias, senorita.

Feels as if you've lost something.

Eat.

Surely you're hungry after such a daring escape.

Let me assure you, my dear, your sojourn
here is only just beginning.

I'll not eat from your table, nor will

I tell you anything of value.

Your allegiance is poorly placed.

I'm your countryman, not that sea serpent.

That serpent is my father.

Yes, well, some of us are capable of

conquering our shortcomings, while others are not.

And you'll soon discover
into which group you fall.

Sorcerer!

Capitan!

We have our next heading.

Si, senor.

Take her to the brig.

Citadel of Kite Bay.

Built upon the ruins of the ancient lighthouse over
a hundred years ago to defend against the Turks.

It didn't work.

Probably several hundred Janissaries inside.

And all sorts of cannonade along the perimeter.

We'll come ashore near Pompey's Pillar.

Aye.

Here.

We'll be needing some sort of diversion, then.

Here's to the captain, here's to them all.

If you don't get drunk on Friday night,
you'll never get drunk at all.

Here's to the captain, here's to them all.

If you don't get drunk on Saturday night,
you'll never get drunk at all.

Excuse us!

We seems to be a little bit turned
around here.

I was wondering if you'd be kind enough

to be pointing us on the ways to
Morocco.

Push off!

Quietly now, lads.

Steady strokes.

Are you
certain this is the place?

This is the necropolis, and
there's Pompey's Pillar right there.

The entrance to the catacombs should be here.

You guys really should take a look at
this.

Amazing!

What?

What is it?

What does it say?

This entire crypt seems to be a monument
to the Ptolemaic dynasty.

Who's in here?

Huh.

Hmm.

For God's sakes, man.

Sorry.

It says one Caesar is enough.

Well, that is maddeningly unhelpful.

Sir, if...

Let him finish.

It's Caesarian.

He shouldn't be here.

He was the last pharaoh of the dynasty,
but not a descendant of Ptolemy.

I don't see no God here.

It's Caesarian?

Caesar's son of Cleopatra.

He was assassinated.

By his heir.

Octavian.

Exactly.

As he stood over his dying half-brother,
he said the words...

One Caesar is enough.

Yes.

So you see, this tomb shouldn't exist.

Octavian wouldn't have allowed it.

Unless it served some purpose.

Right.

Put your backs into it, boys.

I don't know what's in this sarcophagus.

But of all the gold in Spain, it's
not Caesarian.

Stairs.

Veloci?

I told you.

I just needed some time.

Veloci, no, don't touch that!

No!

Bastard.

No need to panic.

Simple enough.

Just pull back down on the torch.

Superb!

Ah.

Two parts.

Posa.

What do you make of these?

Ah.

On the left is Osiris.

Egyptian god of the underworld.

And on the right is Hades.

The Greco-Roman equivalent.

Well, considering we are in Egypt, I vote

Osiris.

Seems reasonable enough.

Right, Mr. Easton, you take the lead.

This is the right one.

I can feel it.

Yeah.

You always did have a thing for the

Egyptian gods.

Wait.

Octavian did believe in Egyptian gods.

That might not be the right path, lads.

What god's name is that?

See?

Your sudden movements.

Ah!

Ah!

Run!

Save yourselves!

That was clearly not the right tunnel.

Well, there's the lesson.

The obvious path is not always the right
one.

But, sir, you told me...

Let's go to the Hades path.

Ah.

Empty chamber.

I...

Malik, Malotsi, stoke up those lamps.

We need some light in here.

We're underwater, sir.

Astounding.

We're beneath the harbor.

More like alarming.

Sir, the room is falling apart.

It's held for 2,000 years, Mr. Easton.

That'll fall apart today.

But it's empty.

After Socrates' execution, Plato left Greece
and traveled extensively throughout Egypt.

If his map is here, so was he.

He'd have left a clue.

Or maybe something to do with these Roman
numerals.

Four, three, five.

That's no five.

Before the water damage, there used to be
a four.

So four, three, four.

I still don't get it.

Brilliant, Drake!

You've done it!

Yes?

I have.

During Plato's travels, he studied
with the followers of Pythagoras.

I take it you've heard of the Pythagorean
theorem?

So you're getting all
this from four, three, four?

It's a right-sided triangle.ffffffffffffffffff

Precisely.

But we've got no 5.

You just said it was a 4.

And I hate to be the one who

was asking this, but what does this have
to do with anything anyway?

Easton, where are we standing?

Triangle?

Close.

Two triangles.

The orientation of the hypotenuse
is arbitrary, so we'll try it both ways.

B marks the spot!

Bloody hell.

It's been under our feet the whole time.

Mr Easton.

Oh dear.

The chamber is now falling apart, sir.

You don't understand!

I thought I had it worked out!

Damn cave!

By God, so you've done it again!

He has?

I have!

Yes!

Plato's cave!

Against Plato!

No!

It's an allegory of unlimited perception!

And seeing the reality around us, it means...

Time!

It means we're out of time, Cossack!

No!

It means I know the location of the
map!

I made the same mistake as the Cajoles
in the allegory!

I was thinking in two dimensions when I
should have been thinking in three!

The map's not in the center of the
floor, it's in the center of the...

Plato's signature!

Brilliant!

Now can we please leave?

Now we can leave, lads!

Come on!

This is all your fault!

We're never going to get any money now!

Molly!

Marcy!

No, we can't!

We are in the Citadel!

Yes, thank you, Mr Easton.

Definitely not part of the plan.

Mr Easton!

Damn!

Lads!

This way!

Up!

Here!

This is a bad development!

Don't need a doctorate in history to figure
that one out!

Perfect chance!

Stowaway, boys!

Turks!

That way!

Right there, gentlemen.

Remarkable condition, considering its age.

Even Plato went to great
lengths to preserve it.

Right.

This is ink, not pigment.

The papyrus appears to be coated in a

layer of collagen, which has
only recently begun to dissolve.

So what do these symbols here mean?

I'm not sure.

There's an inscription along the outer track.

I should have expected as much.

What?

It's a Delphic riddle.

So finding the damn map wasn't enough.

I suppose it's a safeguard.

Anyone could have accidentally
stumbled across this with enough dumb luck.

So what does this riddle say, then?

My Greek's a bit rusty, but here goes.

On wings of wax he flew, too close
to the sun cleaved.

If only by a dragon's wing he'd reached,
his freedom'd been won.

By atlas sphere heaved.

Are you sure you're reading it right?

Perhaps your Greek can supply another interpretation?

He's obviously talking about the fall of Icarus.

Atlas holds a celestial sphere on his back,

a cosmological concept developed by Plato and Ptolemy.

But I don't quite see the connection.

Not to mention the dragon's wing.

El Dragon.

Quite the coincidence, I think.

Are you making light of me, Mr. Easton?

Of course not, sir.

So, this Plato of yours, was he executed
as well, or just Socrates?

Just Socrates.

Why?

No reason.

Just not what I'd hoped.

This riddle's not giving us what we need
in a timely fashion, lads.

But there are five symbols on this map.

One in the Atlantic.

You're safe to assume that one's Atlantis.

Don't look at me, it's on the map.

Well, we'll leave that be for the moment.

Say, out of the other four, we start
with the closest.

Set course for the Nile, Mr. Easton.

To what end?

Well, it occurs to me the Bible mentions

that the Garden of Eden, and hence the

tree, are in the Euphrates-Tigris Valley.

Mesopotamia.

Of course.

I still don't see how we'll get there
with the Nile.

You just leave that to me, Mr. Easton.

Toast.

Molly.

Molotzy.

Absent friends.

Keep a keen eye, De Soto.

Tell me, sir, how did you know of

a canal connecting the Red Nile to the
Red Sea?

I'd never heard of such a thing.

Ah, it's been around since the pharaohs.

I never knew you were so well-versed
in history, Captain.

Actually, it was Soto Raleigh
that taught me that one.

The fog is finally thick enough.

Enough for what, sir?

For us to circle round without being seen.

We're being followed, Mr. Easton.

Followed?

For quite some time now.

Ready the men.

Aye, Captain.

And quietly, please.

Yes, sir.

It's the Trinidad, sir.

Santa Varde.

I should have known.

She's raised the white flag, Captain.

Obviously a trick.

Cannons are standing by, sir.

Tell them to stand down.

Pull us alongside.

Sir?

You have your orders.

There's a storm brewing, sir.

That I can be certain.

Drake!

You left Cadiz so quickly.

I simply felt compelled to follow.

Well, you've come all this way for nothing.

Someone stole your gold from me.

On my honor.

You insult me, Captain.

I'm after something much more valuable.

Well, if you're coming to take me prisoner,

I'm afraid I'm a little busy right now.

Perhaps some other time.

I know about your little journey, Drake.

I've come to make you a proposition.

How does he know that?

Go on.

Lead me to the tree, and I will

forgive all your past indiscretions
against myself and Spain.

You'll have to do better than that.

I thought as much.

Isabella!

Ah, no, it can't be.

Oh, yes it can, and it is!

She sang like a canary.

I barely had to torture her.

You bastard!

So, there you have it.

I get the tree, you get the girl.

No tree, no girl.

No, sir!

You can't agree to that!

Quiet, quiet, quiet, Mr. Easton.

She's my daughter.

You harm her, you'll never see that tree.

I'd rather sink this ship and take the
secret with me.

Then we have an accord.

By all means.

As you were.

Capitan, I needn't remind you that the king

has offered 20,000 ducats for the capture
of El Dragon.

That's nothing compared to the value of the
tree.

Besides, why choose when I can still have
both?

Ah, si.

Drake's daughter escaped with the help of a
great ship.

He has clearly deceived me and abandoned my
people.

Such dishonor must be punished in the worst
way.

Sir, what's our position?

We'll be round the horn in less than
an hour, sir.

We'll be in Arabian waters by nightfall.

Sir, this is intolerable.

I cannot stand the thought of her over
there.

Is there nothing we can do?

Not for now, no.

It doesn't make sense.

She would never betray us.

Men, overboard!

Stations!

Man your stations!

Ugh!

Dear sweet...

Starboard!

Starboard!

Tie down that line!

To stations!

Man the cannons!

We're going to help him?

Without Drake, there's no tree.

We need him alive.

Bloody hell, that Spanish bastard's insane!

Men, take cover!

Incoming!

Let's fly!

Fire!

Who do you think you are?

Keep firing on my ships!

Load the cannons, boys!

More battles on that ship, sir!

And that thing will tear her apart!

Return the favour!

Fire at will!

Abrish, buddy lads!

Again!

Captain, what are you doing?

What we all surely regret.

Agh!

Save me!

The compass, of course!

Sandoval, you must knock me out!

What?

The Oracle will take me dead and call
off the creature!

Knock me out, you damn Spaniard!

I give the orders on my ship!

You must sever the link!

You stupid piece of horse!

Men, you're...

It is done.

I'll be damned.

But not just yet.

A most curious strategy, Drake.

I'm still not entirely sure what
happened back there, but...

I've learned not to question good fortune.

Enjoyed that, did you?

Oh, I owe you much more.

You know it.

For over two decades, you have sacked our
ports and plundered our ships.

My ships.

Yes.

And yet the mercy you showed me today
was quite absent during the war.

Or have you forgotten?

Because you may certainly trust we have not.

You fought for Spain.

I fought for England.

We're not so different, you and I.

Except, of course, you created me.

I have no idea what you're going on
about.

September 23rd, 1568.

San Juan de Ula Harbor.

Ring a bell, San Devante.

You were present at San Juan de Ula?

You might say that.

Well, we could ramble on about the regrettable

events that led us both to our particular

circumstances, but it won't change anything, will it?

No.

Then let us speak practically.

Both our ships are in dire need of
repair.

I suggest we make port at the nearest
friendly harbor.

Port of Aden.

Yemen?

There's no Spanish or Portuguese presence there.

Would I have suggested it if there were?

There wouldn't be any British there by any
chance.

Couldn't say.

Because if that is true, what's to stop

you from having me arrested as a war
criminal against England?

You'll simply take the girl and I'll hang.

Surely my saving you earlier
proves I remain in my word.

Not good enough.

Two of my men will take her up

the coast, and if I don't follow within
a day, she dies.

You wouldn't have any ale, would you?

I'm not part of the Spanish wine.

Mind the ship, Mr. Easton.

Aye, Captain.

And see to the repairs.

We sail on the morning tide.

Morning tide, sir?

Drake!

Drake, I'm coming with you.

Aren't you supposed to be studying that map?

That's just it.

I think I've solved it.

We need to buy a rooster.

A rooster won't lay no eggs.

You must mean hen.

With hens already.

No, I'm quite sure I mean a rooster.

A rooster don't lay no eggs.

Rooster it is.

Well, Cosa, I think we'll find you a
rooster here.

Wendon, Lanky.

Aye, Captain.

Find us some provisions.

Rum!

Rum!

What was I thinking, Mr. Easton?

They were free.

Enjoy the swim, boys.

You have betrayed our Patrick.

And you have betrayed your daughter as well.

Release this man at once.

Sorry, sir, but I've got my orders.

Sandovante hangs at dawn.

There is only one man in the entire

fleet that supersedes my authority.

And unless you can produce
him, I'm ordering you to stand down.

Hello, Francis.

John!

John!

No, I
dare you to try it.

I need you to stay that execution, John.

I need Sandovante alive.

Even I answer to someone, Francis.

I'm sorry, but I've got my mandate from
the Queen.

And even if I didn't...

He has my daughter.

If something happens to Sandovante, they will kill

her.

I appreciate the gravity of your situation, but

I cannot and I will not release such

an infamous enemy to the Crown.

The blood spilled at his hands is simply
too great.

I shouldn't have to remind you of all
people.

Yes, I know, John.

Remember, I was there.

But that was 24 years ago.

You had the burden of command.

But we both lost dear friends that day.

If you do this, you'll be the one

sentencing my daughter to death.

I've lived with the Spectre of
Sandovante for a full third of my life.

I finally had him.

And now you're telling me I have to
give him up?

You must, John.

You must release him.

It's no longer that simple.

I can't simply release a prisoner of his
repute without repercussion.

Too many people already know he's here.

So what if you were to escape?

Then that would be most unfortunate.

Thank you, cousin.

Admiral Hawkins, sir.

Do one last thing for me.

Anything.

My soul will not rest so long as
Sandovante lives.

When the time comes, you must do what
you know is right.

I take it the repairs are done, Mr.
Easton?

All done, sir.

The men are getting some rest while they
can.

There'll be no rest tonight, sir.

We have a prison break to mount.

You're rescuing Sandovante?

Shh, shh.

From the British?

Right.

That's absolutely brilliant.

I suppose you have some sort of plan,
sir?

Very good, sir.

Those are the watchmen
who patrol the harbor at night.

They'll have to be neutralized
before they sound the alarm.

Come here!

Ah!

Sandovante's men are in the east wing.

Guards will have to be relieved.

But remember, Mr. Easton, they are our countrymen.

So, those men are a force.

I understand, sir.

Out, you dogs!

Hurry up now!

This ain't no coyote party, you know!

Shh!

To the ships!

Prepare to cast off!

Sandovante's in a special cell with multiple guards.

My rank will get us in.

We're here to save the prisoner.

Morowitz will have to get us out.

Apologies, sir, but no one's to be in
or out.

Don't you know who I am?

Your appointment with the gallows has been postponed.

All right, move along!

Come on, let's go!

Hurry up now!

Hurry up!

Come on!

Get it away!

Let's go!

Hurry!

Move!

Move!

Move!

Well, that was painfully predictable.

Your rescue attempts are as clumsy as your
thievery.

Sir...

Hurry up now!

Come on!

Just stand there, lads!

Hold off the guards!

Sir, the Trinidad.

Hijo de puta!

Seems your men have forgotten something.

Ah, my friend.

I have failed you.

Drake lives.

Our good captain has more than lived up
to his reputation.

I no longer believe he has betrayed you,
my lord.

I believe he still quests for the tree.

I believe he intends to honor your pact.

Maintain your connection and let us pray to
Allah that you are right.

I just don't understand.

We had him.

Why let Sandovante go back to his ship
without returning Isabella to ours?

As long as he has her, he has
the upper hand.

But we had a chance to barter for

her and we let it walk off the
deck.

There's no bartering with Sandovante.

He has no honor.

I learned that 24 years ago at San
Juan de Ula.

Six of our ships were given safe passage

into harbor to make urgent repairs.

After several days, we were invited to a
banquet in our honor.

Although Hawkins had his misgivings, he
believed our position too precarious to refuse.

So we dined with our enemies.

And without warning or provocation, the order
was given to slaughter our men while they ate.

The others faced 13 Spanish galleons in the
harbor that used them as...

Although 500 British men died that day.

And that order was given by one man.

Sandovante?

Aye.

So now you know.

Are we ready?

Aye, sir.

Lead it.

Captain.

Sandovante knows nothing of the map.

I'd like to keep it that way.

Of course.

And you?

Are you ready?

Wait here, Drake.

Well, well, well, Don Sandovante.

Alvaro.

How has life treated you here?

It's all the way quiet.

But, what can you do?

Is that not...

El Dragon?

Si.

If I'm not mistaken, there is quite a
bounty on his head.

20,000 Ducats.

What's your business, Captain?

I have a proposition for you.

I don't like this.

I can't say I blame you.

Friends!

Allow me to introduce to you Captain Major
Alvaro Caetano Tamalo Castro.

He will be our humble host in this country
and supply us with whatever we require.

Welcome you.

Welcome to Bahrain.

Come.

Walking for miles.

How much further?

Farther.

How much farther?

What did you say?

Further is used for abstract
measurements, not real ones.

Right, so just how much further can I
plant my boot up your...

Easy, lads.

Save your energy.

I must have been a fool to believe
you knew where the hell you were going.

What's he saying?

That is the Jebel Dukan.

Mountain of smoke.

It's considered a very sacred and forbidden place.

And it appears he'll go no further.

Neither will I.

Why not?

Are you afraid God will smite us?

Well, come on then, lads.

Let's not keep God waiting.

So, why the rooster, Cosa?

Well, on the surface, looking for the Garden
of Eden in the middle of this lifeless

landscape may seem a bit odd.

Ah, it never once crossed my mind.

That actually makes perfect sense.

If the garden truly existed, it may have

simply dried up millennia
ago during a climate shift.

Or it's guarded by a basilisk.

A basilisk?

What, too far-fetched?

Oh no, not at all.

It all makes a terrible kind of sense,
really.

I just don't see what a rooster has
to do with any of it.

Well, a basilisk can only be killed one
of three ways.

The blood of a weasel.

Image of its own reflection.

Or the crow of a rooster.

Listen, if I'm right, and I usually am,

whatever you do, don't look at it in

the eyes or it'll be the last thing
you do.

My patience runs thin, Drake.

I see no garden, no tree.

Where is it?

Something's wrong.

It should have been here.

What about that infernal riddle?

It must hold the key somehow.

I know, I just can't work the damn
thing out.

Doesn't matter how I look at it, it
doesn't make sense.

Well, I care not for your riddles or

teachings or your nonsensical musings.

It's obvious now you've gone and wasted my
time.

We've traveled halfway around the world and...

You were saying?

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

I told you, do not look at it
directly in the eyes.

Coulsa, the rooster!

Now you're shy?

Come on, you cork!

Crow!

Cackle!

Squawk!

Something!

Ah, filia di puttana!

Cosa?

You should not look at it directly.

How about indirectly, like Perseus?

Medusa seems reasonable.

Santa Vata, give me your chest plate.

Who do you think you are talking to?

Everyone behind me!

Now!

I hope you know what you're doing, Drake.

About to find out.

It worked!

Drake, you did it!

I did?

The Tree of Life.

I knew you were leading us on some
kind of wild goose chase.

Well, I hoped.

I sincerely hoped.

It bears fruit in mortality.

No!

Oops.

Why?

The Italian says he's found the Tree of
Life.

Let him prove it.

Go, go.

There's only one way to be sure.

Eat, Cosa.

Eat.

It's not working.

Drake, what's wrong?

Don't speak.

It was there all along.

Genesis.

So he drove man out, and he stationed

an angel with a flaming sword to guard
the way to the Tree of Life.

Are you saying this is not the Tree
of Life, but the Tree of Knowledge?

Seven stars for seven sisters.

The Ouroboros, serpentine dispenser
of immortality, devours its own tail.

It's I, your lodestar.

Makes sense, Cosa.

There's still time.

Where's the tree?

It's too late for me.

Hear me, my friend.

Seek out the guardians.

In our beginning, you will find the end.

Cosa.

Delusional ramblings of a dying man.

Foolish to the last.

Disarm them, and your murder is spelt.

This partnership is hereby ended.

If I am to be denied immortality, your
demise will be my consolation, Drake.

Now move.

Mr. Easton, you'll help me with the body.

Back away, soldier.

Do not desecrate his body.

Drake, he's one of my men.

He'll be returned to his family in Naples.

The intent is noble, sir.

But I foresee us having little control over

it come morning.

He's right.

We have no weapons, no tree, no hope.

Not so, lads.

It took me ten miles of desert to

understand what he was trying to get me
to remember.

It was our first raid together.

Of Cadiz.

He was going on and on.

Much like he always would.

Glorious city.

Sometimes you have to hand it to those
damn Spaniards.

The Greek poet Hesiod wrote of the majesty
of Cadiz many centuries ago.

It was called Erethia in those days.

Really?

I had no idea.

Erethia is another name for the Hesperides.

Seven daughters of Atlas.

Seven sisters.

Seven stars.

The Dragon's Wing.

More commonly known as the constellation Ursa Minor.

Whose lodestar is Polaris.

The Eye of the Serpent.

Our guide, the North Star.

The North Pole, Mr. Easton.

Sir, if we get out of here...

We have ourselves a new heading.

Aye.

Call Sandovati.

I have what he wants.

Predator?

Isabella never betrayed us.

You're the reason they tracked us to the
Red Sea.

It was you, De Soto!

And how Sandovati knew of our quest.

You made a fatal mistake, Drake.

You entrusted a crewman whose true allegiance
was never to you, but only to himself.

Why, Benito?

You served with me for over ten years.

You loved the Spanish.

What have you done?

I guess every man has his price.

And his was 20,000 Ducats.

He thinks the Tree of Life is at
the North Pole.

You're such a fool.

You'll never see that money.

Well done, De Soto.

But unfortunately, I'm afraid he's correct.

I don't suffer traitors.

Now, as much as I'd love to stick

around and watch you all hang, I really
must be going.

After all, immortality awaits.

Oh, I damn near forgot.

For the last time, don't touch me!

Isabella!

Enjoy your last night together.

I'll see you soon, Sandovati.

But that's just it, Drake.

You won't.

One thing above all else really chaps my

ass is that Sandovati and De Soto were
in cahoots all along.

They let us escape from Keyes with the
gold.

They played us from the start.

So it was seen.

His High Excellence, Captain Major Elvaro Caetano de

Mello Castro.

If he had any more names, we'd die
of the heat first.

Decreed that Sir Francis Drake, the Queen's pirate,

and all his followers to be executed immediately.

Let's talk about this, Caetano.

I can offer twice the price on my
head.

There will be no bargain, Drake.

I shall enjoy watching you die.

I'm a reasonable man.

No, I'm not finished.

Release us and you and your men will
be spared.

Incredible.

Even in the face of death, you're so
bold.

You truly are worth of your reputation.

I shall tell them however you begged and

sought for your life like a woman.

Kill them.

Oh, come on.

Here they come, here they come.

Up a bit.

Go, go.

Run, Caetano.

Come.

I'm gonna lose him now.

Right, let's get out of here.

Quick, quick.

I shall thank you.

Killing you with the edge of my blade

will be a much more fitting death for
you.

Come on.

Come on.

Don't run.

Ha!

Ha!

You should have released me.

Call your men off.

Call them off.

All right, all right.

Stand up.

I said stand down.

I would kill you right here if you

weren't more useful to me alive.

Yeah, how so?

Insurance.

Come on, move.

Get up there.

Keep going.

Move, move.

You said you'd let me go once you

were out of range of our cannons.

Well, it can't hurt to be sure, sir.

Another mile swim might do him good.

Two enough.

I wouldn't even go on.

Thank you, Jake.

Thank you.

I will tell tales of your compassion.

Thank you.

What do you mean?

Ha!

Ha!

You have your heading, Mr. Easton.

Why go on, sir?

We're alive.

We're free.

We've got Isabella back.

And for the first time in weeks, no
one's trying to kill us.

You have your heading, Mr. Easton.

And perhaps you cannot accept son of Arte
finding that tree, sir.

Thank you.

Seek out the Guardians.

Sir, I took the liberty of going through
Cosa's journal.

Now, there are some things in here that

I think you ought to know about the
map.

First of all, the symbol for the Arctic

contains a tiny caption embedded within it.

Barely legible without a magnifying glass.

Cosa discovered it and he translated it.

It says here be monsters, sir.

Ah, here be monsters.

What else does it say?

Well, nothing on the map, per se.

But there are more notes, sir.

Regarding something called a Jormungandr.

Protector of the tree and a Nidhogg which
gnaws at its roots.

Granted, my Italian's not too keen, but...

Sir, it's something to do with
Norse mythology or legend.

Sir, how are you holding up?

Well enough.

Keep a sharp eye, men.

It's got to be here somewhere.

I don't get it, sir.

They're not moving.

Have they run afoul of the ice?

I believe Sandovalte's relying on his
compass when he should be using the stars.

He's searching for the tree
at the Magnetic's North Pole.

Good hunting, lads.

Wayenka, run out the cannons!

Senor, what about the tree?

Follow that ship.

Now move, Salsera, move!

Captain, I think we've been spotted.

I told you, you shouldn't have brought a
woman on board.

Excuse me.

What's wrong with her?

They're gaining on us!

Winden, Nike, Aubrey, full sails!

Belay that.

Sir, we must increase our speed.

No, we must reduce it.

Look.

It's just ice, sir.

No, they're not moving with the tide.

We have to avoid those waters, at all
costs.

Look!

A tree.

Ain't a tree growing this sort of metal
anyway?

Hold fast to ship, boys.

Mr. Easton, you're with me.

Keep us safe, lads.

Aye, Mr. Easton.

Scythe was right.

Damn.

El Arbol de la Vida.

Take no step further, Drake.

Really, if you insist on traveling with so

few, you may want to start carrying a
real weapon.

I prefer to fight with honor.

And I prefer to stay alive.

Well, don't let me stop you from your
destiny.

Salsera!

Si, senor.

Go.

You may be first.

Senor.

What if it's protected, like our last one?

I'll die.

Fool, eat from the tree and you will
live forever.

While we're still alive, Salsera.

Mr. Easton.

Yes, sir.

What was the name of that creature that
you read about in Cosa's journal?

Jormungandr, sir.

Aye.

I think we're about to find out if
he were two for two on that one.

Indeed, sir.

Eat.

So, did it work?

No!

Forget the tree!

Mr. Easton, let's go!

Dios mio.

You were to stay on the ship.

Well, I don't take orders very well.

Lost one in the family.

Amor, go!

Torres!

What?

Nothing.

Out of my way!

Sandavati.

Io de puta.

Right.

Wait for me.

What have you, sir?

It's a lovely day for a fight.

Sandavati!

No ships, no crew.

Just you and me, Sandavati.

I'm going to finish what I started 24
years ago.

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Isabella!

Isabella!

Let her go, Sandavati.

I said before that we'd eventually know if

you were capable of conquering your shortcomings.

Unfortunately, my dear, you've been found wanting.

Sandavati, we can...

No!

No!

You can fight me if you wish, Captain.

But I can't save her life.

You bastard.

We're losing her!

Isabella.

Captain, please.

Keep her warm.

I'm coming with you.

You can't!

You can't do this on your own and
you know it!

Please.

I'll come back for you, I promise.

You must hold on.

I'll provide the distraction.

Come on.

Over here.

Ah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

That's enough, Mr Easton!

No!

No!

Swallow that.

Easton, there.

Isabella!

Isabella.

Stay with us.

Come on, stay with us.

Come on.

Come on, girl.

You're okay.

You're alright.

You're alright.

Truthfully, Drake, I would have preferred she died.

But all in all, I suppose a fair
trade.

Thank you for giving me something more valuable

than any amount of gold you could ever
plunder.

I guess in the end, we both made
good on our accord.

Now we really must be going.

Men, to the ship!

Quickly, back to the Hind.

It's over, Drake!

Let him go!

Not get away this time.

The Trinidad, sir!

I have a promise to keep.

We've barely a crew.

She'll blow us out of the water before
we've even had a chance to reload.

We'll need some help.

Help from where, sir?

These waters can be very dangerous, Mr Easton.

Mr Easton.

On my mark, fire a volley across their
bow and get it close to them.

Across their bow?

Trust me.

What's your game, Drake?

Fire!

Yeah!

Fire!

Really, Drake?

Is that the best you've got?

Get us out of here!

Fire!

Damn you, Drake!

We did it, sir.

We did it.

Not quite yet, Mr Easton.

The other symbols, on Plato's map.

All in good time.

We need to save those people.

Right.

Honor, sir.

No, no.

He does owe us a lot of gold,
doesn't he, father?

And I mean to get my damn compass
back.

To Alhamedia, then.

Aye.

Carry on, Pete.

Very good, sir.

We are going to keep some of that
fruit, aren't we?

A girl after my own heart.

I believe this belongs to somebody.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, father.

As you were, Mr Easton.

As you were?

And what am I, Pete's property?

You don't decide when I kiss him, I
do.

I'm your father.

Oh, so now you're my father.

I saved your life.

And I saved yours.

That doesn't count.

You're incredible.

Yes, I am.

Yes, I am.