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Flint: We're going that way.

Silver: That's a ship killer.

We should have taken the pardons.

The men, I understand.

Flint had them exactly
where he needed them.

But he had me there, too.

- These are identical.
- What are you suggesting?

That we exchange it, find partners,

and trade coin for commodities
far easier to protect.

Teach: I returned to go on
the account as I know it,

because in this place

I believed I could find
the men necessary to do so.

And in particular one man

that I thought worthy
of standing alongside me

at the head of a terrible fleet.

I'm all too aware what Charles
Vane's capable of destroying

when he sets his mind on it.

What is it you would like
to have him take from you?

Captain Flint is dead.

We're not moving.

The storm drove us east. We are becalmed.

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[Waves crashing, music playing]

[Distant voices, laughter]

[Man groaning]

[Groaning continues]

Son of the wealthiest man
in St. Kitts, they say.

Also say he fucked his partner

out of their trading company.

Stole it all.

A world where he's the civilized
one and we're the savages

is a world I'm never
gonna fuckin' understand.

[Groans]

- Oh.
- [Giggles]

That was nice.

Hopefully we have shown you our thanks

for agreeing to conduct
this transaction on our soil

and that we can be most hospitable

to our partners in trade.

Now shall we conclude our business?

316 black pearls to be exchanged

for 46,121 pieces of eight.

The method of our figuring
this value for each item

has been recorded if either
party wishes to know it.

I would like to see it, please.

- A literate Negress.
- [Chuckles]

Is there no end to the surprises
this place has to offer?

What the fuck did he just say?

[Speaks French]

I imagine she comes from slave stock.

Of some sort, yeah?

I understand she can dress
as a civilized woman,

but to behave as one, that is impressive.

The accounts are acceptable.
We have a deal.

You seem like a lovely creature.

When the governor arrives,
if you do indeed flee,

there will be a place for you in my employ.

Governor? What governor?

You are disposing of your treasury

of ill-gotten plunder

so you might leave this place
before the new regime arrives.

That's what I thought this was
all about in the first place.

You don't know, do you?

- Invasion?
- A fleet.

Eight ships, soldiers, 700,

all led by a man claiming to have
been appointed governor of this place

and empowered to take it back

by force if necessary.

News of this is spreading quickly.

How long until they arrive here?

12 days, approximately.

How many batteries have been
repaired on the fort walls?

Two. Two guns each.

The fifth and sixth guns
are going up tomorrow.

Did he say how the fleet was comprised?

How many men of war?

He didn't say.

Well, how many guns did he say?

He didn't say.

Well, whatever it is,

six guns ain't gonna be enough to stop it.

If they were supporting a fleet in the bay.

A line in defense of the harbor mouth.

Yeah, but how many of those crews

can we honestly expect
to participate in that fight?

A third? Half if we're lucky?

What if it were all of them?

All the crews.

All that matter, yes.

Burgess. Woodall. The Cockrams.

Have you met those people?

They're not exactly
a rally around a flag sort.

How could you possibly convince them all

to join a fight like this?

Because if they all join,
there may be no fight.

A show of force.

A massive show of force.

A thousand men, a dozen ships,

plus the man o' war,

all organized for battle.

Organized under who? Flint is
still nowhere to be found.

He'll return in time, and
if he doesn't, I'll do it.

Look me in the face
and tell me you doubt it.

If we all unite, the fight that
we will present to our invaders

will appear so costly and painful,

they will choose to walk away from it

rather than risk humiliation at our hands.

Increase their fear of defeat,

and we decrease the cost of our victory.

I believe it is to be done.

Tell me you do, too,

and we'll make it happen together.

Rogers: I've just concluded meeting

with Commodore Chamberlain and his staff.

The date has been set
for our arrival in Nassau,

roughly two weeks from today,

and when that happens,

decisions are gonna be made
over a matter of hours

that will determine the future of
the island for decades to come.

And almost all of it
is going to depend upon that.

What is this?

The address I intend to make
to the inhabitants of Nassau

in which I will invite them all

to accept the King's pardon

and join my efforts to restore law, order,

and commerce to new Providence island.

So you're just going
to sail into the harbor,

row yourself onto the beach, and read this?

Captain Hornigold believes
that without Captain Flint,

there is no one left on that island

capable of mounting an
organized defense of the bay.

Do you disagree?

An organized defense?

Captain Flint was the only
true strategist among them.

But that doesn't mean that the others

won't mount a disorganized one.

Well, I'm not concerned
about the odd skirmish.

All that matters is whether that works.

Commodore Chamberlain is resolved

that either the pirates
take to the pardon immediately

or Nassau will be considered
hostile territory.

He would then mount a full-scale
invasion of the beach,

costing me any chance I might have

of a peaceful transition.

And you need my help to ensure

that this address is drawn
to win the most converts?

Precisely.

How sure are you
that it would be a bad thing?

What's that?

If the Navy took over, stormed
the beach and cleared it,

and why would that be such a bad thing?

I wouldn't say "law and order" here.

Either is fine. The
phrase they find upsetting.

If the Navy takes the beach,

there is no way I will recapture the trust

of the men who would
otherwise have surrendered.

You wouldn't need their trust

if they were either
dead or terrified of you.

Seems the Navy is offering
to see to one or the other.

It could take months to
pacify the island by force.

It would be preferable to me

to spend those months building commerce

instead of putting out fires.

Yes, but if the Navy were to remove anybody

who was setting those fires,

again, would that not be preferable?

How exactly did you become
the one asking questions here?

And anyone who thinks it's so easy

to win a war by force

has never actually been
responsible for fighting one.

You're not saying that you can't win.

You're saying it would
take too long to win it.

With all these resources,
you could outlast them.

Clearly you could outlast them.

So why are you so concerned about the time?

There were a number of parties

to whom I had to make promises

in exchange for their
support of this operation,

schedules that had to be met.

And with many of these parties,

Whitehall, my equity
investors, my creditors,

the lapse of a deadline or two

might be bargained away.

But there is one particular party

whose Patience I do not wish to test,

a party whose history
with the pirates of Nassau

suggests an extreme
reaction would likely follow.

Spain.

What did you have to promise them?

That I would seize fort Nassau,

secure the remains of the Urca
de Lima's gold stored within it,

and return it to Havana.

Promptly.

Failure to do so would confirm for them

that I am simply a pirate by another name,

not to be trusted,

and would result in a launch
of a fleet of ten ships

and soldiers numbering 1,500
to raze Nassau to the ground.

How long did they give you?

- Eight weeks.
- [Sighs]

Eight? Jesus.

As long as the fort is taken
quickly and in its entirety,

everything should be fine.

Man: We're all dead men.

Smote by a storm,

the product of his rage.

We are dead men.

[Man coughs]

Consigned to a place
where we are no longer worthy

even of the good lord's anger

and must endure his indifference.

We are dead men.

Left to suffer,

knowing that he no longer hears our cries,

because in this place...

He is absent.

How bad is it?

Since we've been becalmed,

our rate of drift has suggested

we had a good chance of making landfall

on one of these islands

in approximately a week to ten days' time.

Based on our readings today
and yesterday, however,

I would say that that
estimate is far too optimistic.

We'll have to cut the men's rations again.

I agree.

If anything, stores are
dwindling faster than we thought.

Fresh water is just about gone.

Food stores have been empty

for about three days,

and the haul from the eel
nets isn't keeping pace.

Mr. silver and I will inform the crew.

It can't be uniform,

the decreases in rations.

At a certain point,

if we're all weakened beyond the point

at which any of us can hoist our sails,

we're all dead anyway.

Then what would you suggest?

I would suggest that we draw up two lists.

One with the names of the men

critical to sailing this
ship once the wind returns,

and second, the men who aren't.

You think we should feed some
of the men more than others?

No, I think we should feed
some of the men and not others.

The survival of the greatest
number of men on this crew

rests entirely on our ability

to maneuver this ship to land.

Any food that is diverted away from men

necessary to that end
only increases our chance

that every one of us on this ship dies.

You can't divide the men like that.

Most of the men on that list

will survive in a weakened state.

Most of them.

Well, why not just take the second list

and push 'em over the side right now?

Wouldn't that save us all a lot of trouble?

Billy: Hey, hey, hey.

Those men out there hear
the two of you arguing,

and they might just lose
whatever faith they've got left

that we have any idea
what we're doing in here.

I will challenge you

with the men and resist this plan.

If you challenge me in any way
while we exist in this state,

I will be forced to make an issue

of how we entered into
it in the first place.

How your failure to inform them

of the danger inherent

in investigating Hallendale's ship

led us into the trap that began all this.

Billy: It is his responsibility
to challenge you.

Not now.

Not in this state.

I'm asserting that as captain

in a life-threatening situation,

it is my right to have complete
control over ship and men

for the sake of their collective welfare

until such time as we emerge
from this situation.

In the meantime, I will compile two lists.

Those men entitled to full
food and water rations,

and those only on limited
water for the time being.

[Door slams]

We'll need to keep a close eye on him.

As dehydration sets in,

we will all be subject to its effects.

Loss of reason, anger...

Eventually hallucinations.

He isn't losin' his mind.

He's been concerned
about this for some time.

About you.

He thinks I have lost my reason.

That the events of Charlestown

and everything since is driving me mad.

Is it?

[Door opening, slamming]

You want us to combine our forces

and engage a fleet of a half a dozen ships,

and you want us to do it

with six guns supporting us from the fort

so that we can frighten
the British Navy into retreat?

We understand
there are eight ships, not six.

Yes, to the rest of it.

Jesus Christ, Jack.

Uh, if I may.

It stands to reason that if we
threaten to defend this place,

then we need to have a plan
to follow through.

If the bluff is called, then we...

there is no bluff here.

If we can discourage them from engaging,

so much the better.

If not, we fight to protect the island.

Throckmorton: With who
in command of the fleet?

No one's seen Flint in weeks.

When he hears news
of the invasion, he'll return.

But if he doesn't?

No man has his skill
in leading a fleet in battle.

Not even you.

What the fuck's the matter with you people?

We haven't done enough for you?

You turn your back on us now?

You can see his point, though.

If no Flint, the strategy involved

in coordinating this fleet will be...

[whistles] That's enough. You, sit down.

And the rest of you, please listen closely.

I never approved of Eleanor Guthrie's

harsh mothering of this place.

I believe my record
on that issue is in good order.

That said, if you're going
to behave like children,

then I will be your daddy.

When this meeting breaks,

I will address the street, your crews,

and I will persuade them

that a defense of this place
isn't just desirable,

it is critical to their ability
to call themselves men.

I'll have them in such a state

that any captain in this room

who speaks in opposition to this plan...

opposition borne from what?

A fear of losing.

Will not long call himself captain.

Hmm?

I'm committed to this.

Charles is committed to this.

Captain Flint will be returning soon.

He is most committed to this.

And if that weren't enough,

you will recall that Anne and I

have put thousands
of pieces into your pockets

in contemplation of the day

when your cooperation would be called upon

to defend this place.

That day is today, and
you will answer the call.

Teach: Flint is dead.

[Men murmur]

News was in St. Kitts.
Went down in a storm,

pursued by the leading
edge of this invasion force,

the pirate hunter by the
name of Benjamin Hornigold.

[Murmuring continues]

Before anyone commits to anything,

just know that you'll be
doing it without Flint.

But I may be able to offer an alternative.

Let us agree that if you walk downstairs

without something to
bring those men together,

to unify them, there will
be no defense of this harbor,

that you will fall the moment challenged.

And you can offer me that something?

Yes. Me.

I'm prepared to step into
Captain Flint's shoes,

unify those men, prosecute
a defense of the harbor,

and repel the Navy from here definitively

if once I've done it,

you agree to join me in
sailing away from here for good.

You would enter into a fight

to defend something you
have so little regard for

just to have my partnership?

Yes.

I know you're incapable
of running from this fight,

going back on your word
to your friend downstairs,

so I won't ask you to.

But I will offer you the
best of all possible worlds...

beating the English,
keeping your word to Rackham,

and being free of the burden
of this place all at once.

Burden of this place?

You not heard a word I've said?

I am committed to it.

Your commitment is your burden.

Consider what this place
has forced you to become

since you made that commitment...

a slaveholder, a man
forced to beg his peers

to join him in battle.

There's not a man in that parlor

who would lift a finger in your defense,

yet you would die in theirs.

Jack would. Jack has.

Of course he has.

How else does a man like that

survive in a place like this

except cleave himself
to one stronger than he?

And for this, he offers you what?

Loyalty? That is how a dog survives.

Not a man.

I do not seek your partnership

because I am too weak to defend myself.

I don't seek it to protect my things

or to increase profit.

Then why do you?

You've been gone eight years,

and suddenly my partnership
is this valuable to you?

Why?

Eight years.

Nine wives.

No sons.

There is an instinct to leave behind

something made in one's own image.

Nature has denied me the
ability, it would seem,

but not the need.

But whereas the natural way

requires no consent from the other party,

in this case, I'm not so lucky.

So there it is.

Yes or no?

[Chattering]

He's leaving.

Once this is done,
assuming we're still alive,

he's leaving with Teach.

I heard.

It bothers me...

I don't know why, but it bothers me.

Why do you think that is?

'Cause you give a shit
what he thinks of you?

You always have.

- You think?
- Yeah.

You ain't alone.

Plenty of men in this place

have done plenty of stupid shit

just to hear Charles Vane
call him a proper pirate.

Though might be you're the only one

who actually made a career of it.

[Chuckles]

Heard you refused your
water ration yesterday.

I wish you wouldn't do that.

Flint's only granting me the ration

as a fuck you to prove
that power's in his hands.

I won't give him the satisfaction.

It doesn't matter.

And I don't like how it looks,

me having a full ration
while they waste away,

and then asking them to trust me.

It doesn't matter.

Those men, all of them,

even the ones left out,

they trust you to be able
to stand up to the captain

when the time comes.

And you can't do that
if he's got his strength

and you don't.

That has been the problem all along.

That's the thing gates never understood

and a thing you never understood.

You cannot decide to follow a man like that

and then pick and choose when you deny him.

It's your job to deny him.

If I challenge him directly,

he and I will be at such
extreme odds in front of the men,

it will be the end of this crew

one way or another,

and I can't allow that to happen.

So, once again,

he is able to conjure
the reality he desires

just as it was in Charlestown.

And just as it was in that storm.

There is no denying a man
with that kind of power.

What are you talking about?

You're saying Flint conjured that storm?

He conjured us into it.

And who's more powerful?

The one who made the storm

or the one who convinced us

into battle to defeat it?

A man of his capacities,

his state of mind becomes reality.

We are subject to it.

And right now his state of mind's so dark,

it threatens to kill us all.

Take your rations.

I mean it.

I'm clearheaded, Billy.

I see him.

During that feud with Vane over the fort,

I sat in his cabin and I watched him

turn himself inside out over the idea

that anyone in Nassau would see him

as the villain in that story.

Well, now he's the greatest
villain in the new world.

We all see it. We all
follow him because of it.

I think it's torture for him,

and I think the only way
he can imagine it stopping

is when there are no more
of us left to witness it.

[Footsteps thudding, men cursing]

Man: Fucking thieves!

Silver: You both stand accused
of a crime most serious.

Theft of food held in
reserve in a time such as this

is a betrayal of trust
of the most profound sort.

The penalty for such a betrayal is,

by necessity, extreme.

You were both charged
with keeping watch

over what little remains
of our food stores.

A full day's rations are now gone,

yet each of you accuses
the other of the crime.

As your quartermaster, as your friend,

I'm going to implore you one last time,

whichever of you is the
guilty man, to confess.

Repair in some small part

the trust you've breached
with your brothers.

I swear, I wouldn't have done such a thing.

I don't have it in me.

Please don't fucking hang me.

Shut the fuck up.

You all seen me these
last few weeks out here.

Never blubbered, never bitched.

I weathered this shit
as well as any of you.

So don't fucking tell me I'd do something

this fucking cowardly

and then blame it on a
sniveling shit like this one.

One of us is a liar, all right,

but it sure as fuck isn't me.

[Sighs]

Man: Oh, shit.

[Both panting]

Captain.

Thank you. Oh, dear god,
thank you for seeing the truth.

[Cocks gun]

Wait. No.

[Stuffing barrel]

No. Wait.

You need to say something.

[Stuffing barrel]

Don't do this. I ain't done nothing.
I swear it.

Forgive me.

[Shuddering]

Does everyone understand?

Does anyone have anything to say?

If you're not strong enough
to do what needs to be done,

then I'll do it for you.

[Sobbing]

[Horse whinnies]

[Lock clicks]

Bonny: What the hell is that?

It is a balance.

Yeah, what's it here for?

There is no point in delaying any longer.

There will be no more
merchants, no more exchanges.

Sooner or later,
that fleet will be upon us.

Sooner or later,
it will be time for you and I

to go our separate ways.

It would be wise if we are prepared

and our shares are split evenly.

Tell me why.

We've been through this.

No, you told me why

I wouldn't stay here with you.

But you ain't said why
you won't come with me.

If we lose, if we have to leave this place,

why are you so set on staying?

Why the fuck could you
want to live in a world

that says that fat pig on the
beach is a man to be respected?

A world that wants its sons to become that?

When I was very small,

I would sneak out of the slave
quarters at night to the main house.

I would stand outside
the window to the parlor.

I would stand amongst the heat and the bugs

and the filth on my toes to see inside.

Inside that house was
a little girl my age...

With the most beautiful skin.

I watched her dance while
her father played music

and her mother sewed.

I watched her read and eat

and sing and sleep,

kept safe and warm and clean by her father.

My father.

The things it took to
make that room possible,

they were awful things.

But inside that room was peace.

That is what home is to me.

When you and I began,
you did not choose me.

Something that lives inside you

beyond choice made it so,

so I know you understand

how this lives beyond
choice for me, too.

Our roads are going to diverge.

Let it be now so we may
not live in fear of it.

[Softly] Yeah.

You should stay...

To see it be divided evenly.

I trust you.

[Men coughing, speaking quietly]

Maybe you were right.

Maybe he is dangerous to us in this state.

And maybe there is nothing we can do

to stop him right now
without shattering the crew.

But if he kills another
innocent man in this crew

to make a point, or tries to...

I'm going to do something about it.

So I suggest you get this
situation under control

before that happens.

[Panting]

I told you, eh? I just don't see a way.

Gates figured it out.

The Barlow woman figured it out.

He listened to them,

altered his plans when they told him to.

It's possible.

The difference is he saw them as his equal.

He respected them that way,
so he was willing to listen.

You need to find a way to do the same.

Both of those people ended up dead.

♪

When I lost Thomas,

I raged.

I was distraught.

I wept.

But with you...

I'm ruined over you.

When I first met you, you were so...

Unformed.

And then I spoke and bade
you cast aside your shame,

and Captain Flint was
born into the world...

the part of you that always existed

yet never were you willing to
allow into the light of day.

I was mistress to you when you needed love.

I was wife to you when
you needed understanding.

But first and before all...

I was mother.

I have known you like no other.

So I love you like no other.

I will guide you through it,

but at its end is where you must leave me.

At its end is where you will
find the peace that eludes you,

and at its end lies the
answer you refuse to see.

Billy: It's hard to
tell how big she is.

There isn't much above the surface.

But it hasn't moved since we spotted it,

so it's almost certainly dead.

Whale carcass.

That's a week's worth of water.

Food times three.

They float when they rot. After they rot.

Make ready the launch.

De Groot: It's a waste of energy.

Make ready the launch.

I'm going to see it myself.

There's too much at stake.

You gonna row out there on your own?

I'm one of two men who've
been on full rations

for the last few days.

You're the other. Let's go.

[Wood creaking]

[Both breathing heavily]

I stole it from you.

What?

The Urca gold.

I told you we were deceived

about its having been
recovered by the Spanish.

Wasn't entirely true.

You were deceived.

I built the lie...

Enlisted the scouts,

arranged the sale of the
information to Captain Rackham.

I conceived it all.

You know, I've had my fill

of hearing you go on about this crew

being too weak to keep up with you.

Some of them may be weaker than you,

some of them may be less smart,

but don't you for a second
believe I fit that description.

Whatever happens out
here, one thing is certain.

You will account for me.

Why are you telling me all this?

So you can decide...

To fight me,

maybe kill me, and figure out a way

of hauling yourself back to that ship alone

or acknowledge the fact

that you and I would be
a hell of a lot better off

as partners than as rivals.

You conceived all of this?

The cover story, the end game on the jetty?

Waiting for the scouts to return?

Yes.

What did you do with your share?

I gave up my claim to it.

Why did you do that?

Because I saw no way to hold it

and remain a part of this crew.

And without these men,

all I am is an invalid.

Flint: Oh, god.

Oh, it stinks.

Oh...

Oh, it's long gone.

Oh, we can't eat that.

Let's head back to the ship.

[Grunting]

[Thuds]

[Thud]

We can eat those.

[Shouts]

[Yells]

[Grunts]

[Both grunting]

[Grunting continues]

Fuck!

[Grunting]

Again?

[Panting]

What happened out there?

Progress.

How can you know for sure?

Because I'm still alive, I suppose.

[Wind whistling softly]

[Men shouting]

Man: Sails on the horizon!

It would appear, sir,

that your information
is less than complete.

Perhaps you should ask this one who it is.

There are masts at the mouth of the harbor.

Appear to be in a firing line.

Do you recognize any of their banners?

[Breathing heavily]

What did you see?

North... northeast.

Just cresting the horizon.

How many ships?

Looks to be eight, maybe nine.

Three hours, give or
take, till they're near.

Let's get the men aboard ship.

[Men shouting]

Chamberlain: That formation ensures

that any approach
in the harbor mouth

will result in significant
damage to our fleet.

Apparently, Captain Teach

is every bit the tactician they say he is.

What are you suggesting?

That we withdraw?

I'm suggesting that I see no obvious means

by which we can reclaim Nassau town,

not without risking the loss

of significant assets
of his majesty's Navy.

[Sighs]

Then I'll go to the beach myself.

Beg pardon?

I will have a launch
ferry me to the sand alone,

and I will make the pardon address.

- It is out of the question.
- Why?

Because my charge is to ensure
this endeavor's safety and yours

and I'll not answer to
a plan that reckless.

Eleanor: It shouldn't be you.

If you send someone else
to read the pardon address,

someone known to the men on
that beach, it might work.

Someone have her removed.
I don't have time for this.

Hold... hold on. What are you suggesting?

That you go to read the address?

No, it can't be me either.

I have too many enemies
between here and that beach.

Rogers: Then who?

Him.

Half the men in that bay

have sailed under him
at one point or another.

They respect him

as much if not more than any other man

that's sailed under the black.

They'd Grant him passage
under a flag of truce,

and they'd listen to what he had to say.

And you don't give a shit
if he dies in the process.

[Man whistles]

Why are we letting him pass?

Shoot on that man and
under the flag of truce

and the half of Nassau that remember him

as the foundation of this place

will rebel against the other half.

Whatever's about to happen,
there's no stopping it now.

In the name of the governor
of New Providence Island,

the Honorable Woodes Rogers,

"the time has come to bring a
wayward child back into the fold,"

an island that rejected
its parent empire,

but that must long for the embrace

of civilization once again.

Be it proclaimed that
any man on this island

who will accept that embrace,

who will renounce violence
against the crown,

who will renounce piracy,

that man will be offered

a full, complete, and unqualified pardon.

No matter what you've done,

no matter how irredeemable
you believe it to be,

your king and your governor

wish to offer you a clean slate,

a new beginning here in Nassau.

All of you, that is, but one.

One so committed to disorder and chaos

that his presence is incompatible

with civilized society.

Be it known there shall be a bounty

of 10,000 pounds sterling

for the capture of the pirate Charles Vane,

"dead or alive."

[Murmuring]

[Quietly] What the fuck's he doing?

Captain.

[Shouting]

[Birds chirping]

[Whistles]

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