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No point in denying it, Miss Starkov.

You are the Sun Summoner.

You're right.

Impressive.

And it's not often that I say that.

Let us go. Or you'll be out 20 million kruge and a ship.

While I'm well aware you could consign us all to the watery deep,

you should really consider how far from the docks we are.

Besides, I'm not handing you over to the Fjerdans.

You're not?

Saints, no.

Sorry, is it offensive to say that in the presence of a living Saint?

Okay.

What do you want with us then?

With you? Nothing.

Honestly, I'm not even sure who you are.

But the Sun Summoner...

Well, you have to know you're quite valuable.

You just said you wouldn't turn her in for a bounty, pirate.

- Privateer. - Oh.

And what I said was I wouldn't hand her into the Fjerdans.

I said nothing of the Kerch or Shu.

I paid a small fortune to empty the dock and make sure you got on my ship.

And frankly, I think the Fjerdans are severely undervaluing you.

You're right. They are.

Because you'll be able to ask the King of Ravka for twice as much.

You know the King?

I'm the Sun Summoner.

By all accounts, the First Army have now turned their sights on Grisha.

Thanks to what you and your conspirator did in the Fold.

The Darkling and I were not partners.

You may believe otherwise,

but once I tear down the Fold and reunite Ravka,

the world will see I am not his ally.

Help us and you'll be rewarded.

To tear down the Fold?

And how do you plan on doing that exactly?

By hunting Morozova's Sea Whip.

Alina.

I suppose if the Stag existed,

the Sea Whip and the Firebird might as well.

You couldn't do it with one amplifier,

but two.

Unburdened by General Kirigan, under my own power.

Will you help us or not?

There's adventure, danger, money?

Now you're speaking my language.

What is the difference between a privateer and a pirate?

Yuri! I told you an apple would help.

All right, listen up, everyone!

- Pipe down! - Oh, for Saint's sake.

We have guests!

The Sun Summoner and, uh... You are?

- Malyen... - A guest of the Sun Summoner.

I expect you'll treat them with the respect I've come to know

from you pack of liars and thieves.

Come along, my darlings, come on, come on.

Now, you can have the two in the back.

It's the most private suite we have.

See you in the morning, Miss Starkov.

Night watch, joining you on deck.

Aye, Captain!

You have the top bunk.

Careful.

Not exactly Novyi Zem, is it?

No.

Or how I thought tonight would go either.

Well, we do this, we have the rest of our lives to make up for lost time.

I'll keep first watch.

Why drag us back to the past?

The past informs everything.

It is the wound that will not heal.

Your past is the reason for all ruin.

Yours makes you think you've found a family with your orphan friend.

You think you've found a future.

- I have. - No.

You will only grow more powerful.

And he will only grow old.

You envy our love.

"Love."

I do know what you feel,

when you're with your tracker.

I doubt that.

Not the pining in your heart you've yet to outgrow.

The loneliness.

The growing understanding of your... unique situation.

The ache of it.

I don't know what you're talking about.

It will never fade, Alina.

It will only grow worse, no matter how far or fast you run.

You will come to accept that it's you and me.

There are no others like us.

Understand there never will be.

We are not the same.

And I'm not wearing your color ever again.

Perhaps now you're getting an inkling of what it's like to be hunted.

But you still have no idea what it means to fake countless deaths,

to have to reinvent yourself after every rebirth,

to lose every loved one to sickness, desperation, hate,

and time.

Is this how you justify your actions?

Your loneliness? A wound that won't heal?

You've yet to see the full shape of things.

My Alina,

you live in a single moment.

I live in a thousand.

You're already dead.

Come in.

Genya.

It's good to see Grisha walking these halls.

I'm sure the previous owners would have had us all killed.

It truly is a miracle that you survived.

We are survivors.

Are we not?

But a miracle would've been more forgiving.

This was tenacity.

And that is how we shall move forward.

Rally.

Begin anew.

And David? Has there been any word?

Don't despair.

Scouts are bringing in new Grisha daily.

If he lives, I will find him for you.

Now, as you can see,

I am in desperate need of your particular touch.

Hmm.

I'm sorry. That's all I can...

Your shadow monsters. They're here.

My nichevo'ya.

And they are with me, always.

In the darkness...

Perhaps you might assess the damage.

I'm afraid that is beyond...

Try.

Please.

Yes. I might...

Thank you.

I shall make sure your room is in this wing of the building.

I'd like to keep you close.

Kaz.

Where are we going?

I met this mercher, Jakob Hertzoon, he lives just over there.

And he says any man can become rich.

All he needs is luck and the right friends.

I thought you were getting us jobs as errand boys.

Errand boys?

Look at where we are.

Clearly, he knows a thing or two about money.

Before you know it, we could be living here.

Mr. Hertzoon. This is my brother, Kaz.

Another Mr. Rietveld. Good to meet you, Kaz.

Your brother's onto a good thing.

How do you feel, boy?

I feel lucky now.

Where are my kegs of malt liquor?

Why don't you go down to the harbor and find out?

Go on, should've been here by now.

Yes, boss.

Go on, lazy bones. I know you can go faster than that.

This is the Dregs Club.

Sorry, was that a question?

I'm looking for Per Haskell.

Also looking for trouble, are we?

You run your gang from here.

Members who've been kicked out and shunned by every other crew in the Barrel.

Hangabouts.

I've heard of you.

Kaz Brekker.

I'm in the market for a business partner.

Someone with equal parts discretion and muscle.

Hmm.

Good luck with that.

You haven't heard all the reasons this is a good idea.

You can count them.

Anyone else and I'd take that deal, but I'm not doing business with you.

You're that scared of Pekka Rollins?

I know well enough not to blow up a rival's club.

See, fear, in a smaller glass, is instinct.

And you don't got no instinct.

Just a whole lot of anger and pride, and that makes for a sour cocktail.

Don't show your face here again.

Mm.

Started to wonder if I had the wrong time or place.

This is where Kaz left word to meet.

So you know. It's worse today.

Worse how? We had to sleep on that novice's floor.

This body deserves a proper bed.

Word is we also killed a constable.

What? I have so many questions.

How? Why? Who? Where? When? I guess...

Yeah, I guess that's all of them.

Last night, after you escaped from the wagon.

Constable Sem was his name.

Shot with his own weapon.

Stadwatch are shaking down every informant they know.

I would never shoot someone with their own gun.

Besides, it's not even a good frame-up.

Have you seen him today?

Avoiding questions, I suspect.

Yeah, from the both of us.

Blowing up the Crow Club...

Makes you wonder what else he's willing to destroy.

Made sure you weren't followed?

- Always. - Please.

Ooh. Is this place still serving breakfast?

Jes has a question to ask you.

Look, a lot has happened since last night.

We found out we lost our home,

and then you blew it up just to piss off Pekka Rollins.

And?

Have you heard we also shot a Stadwatch with his own gun?

All Stadwatch carry the same gun and it's standard issue.

This is Pekka Rollins firing back at us.

Who is this Pekka Rollins?

You say his name and your blood pressure skyrockets.

That's not part of your purview, Heartrender.

You're right. But I tend to have opinions and... here's one,

anger clouds judgment.

Pekka Rollins runs the Barrel.

He cheated his way into an empire by running cheap cons.

He isn't a boss, he's a scourge.

If you hate him so much, why not just hire me to kill him?

Or why hire me at all?

Your sharpshooter or your Wraith could take him out, easy.

How do you feel, boy?

It's not enough to kill him.

Killing him doesn't help us clear our names.

That's why I need all of you, so I can hang everything back on him.

And we are the pawns who enact your personal vendetta?

The three of us are under equal jeopardy.

And if they catch us, we can't protect you.

And you'll have to turn to Pekka to see your man.

No doubt with some very unappealing conditions attached.

All of that in mind, I mean, Inej and I need to know the plan.

Um, yes, I... I, too, would like to know the plan.

To get leverage on him, I need to know the scope of his business, inside-out.

There are two ways to learn this.

The first is by following his driver, tracking his schedule.

Second, his accountant, Henrik Van Poel.

If I get access to Pekka's books, it'll tell me everything I need to know.

So, we need to get into that building.

It's where his accountant works.

Although, there's no way of knowing which office.

That's the mission.

It looks like a typical office building, but it has a number of subtle features.

So nothing for me to shoot?

You can always shoot a lock if it makes you feel better.

You're sassing me, but I recall that got you out of a jam once.

This place values anonymity.

The doors aren't numbered. There are no names or placards.

These aren't for businesses' clients to visit.

This is for people who value discretion.

So, Jesper, Wylan, you follow the driver.

Inej, I want you to take watch on the roof.

I need you with me while I copy Henrik's books.

Gunfire would only draw attention, but a Heartrender...

Has many skills. Yes, like this.

Second floor, second-last door on the left.

Hmm.

What?

Henrik's office. Do you mind?

How do you know this?

I asked the waitress.

How did she know?

People who work in places like that, they eat in places like this.

And sometimes they get the meals delivered, so I said,

"Um, excuse me, but I have a delivery and I can't read the directions."

Ta-da.

I like having her around.

Hmm.

And I like truth. You said you'd get me in to see Matthias.

They get the lobsters for free in the market.

They're dead long before they get boiled.

That meat is turned.

For my sake, don't eat that.

The bread, though...

...hard, as the Ice Court wall.

You're from Fjerda?

The guards prefer us speaking Kerch, brother.

I, uh... I learned that the hard way.

Here.

The water, softens the bread.

Adds a bit of flavor, too.

Mm.

Yeah. Uh, you get used to it.

I do not intend to be here long.

You are used to the, uh, the Fjerdan legal system,

which remembers its prisoners,

if only to make examples of them.

This one...

This one prefers to just let us fester forever.

Then you must make this system remember

how stubborn we Fjerdans can be.

Oi! Shut up in there!

How am I supposed to simply accept that this is my fate?

You know, my anger nearly broke me.

But then they brought a new prisoner into my cell.

Demyan.

He was built like a bear, but so calm.

Nothing could shake him.

Because he knew the way of Djel.

Our God will forgive you and guide you, Matthias, no matter what.

He could never forgive my sins.

Look lively, topside now!

Come on!

Almost ready.

Just keep your eyes open around Sturmhond.

I think he's hiding something.

We're not here to make friends with him.

He's made that clear enough.

Can't even bother to learn my name. It's not even a long name.

He has both otkazat'sya and Grisha on his crew.

No First or Second Army, just...

Equals. Imagine if our camps were run like this, First and Second Army together.

The food would taste much better.

Ooh. Definitely don't touch that.

So, Miss Starkov,

what say you and I chart the course to your destiny to find the Sea Whip.

That'll be me, I'm the tracker.

My lucky compass.

Seen me through thick and thin.

Okay then, tracker, which way is north?

Well, I can tell you a few ways,

based on the position of the sun and my shadow,

based on the direction that we're sailing in, and based on...

It's that way.

Let me introduce you to our navigators.

What did you say your name was again?

Oi! Sun Summoner. Join us.

- What does that mean? - You don't know it?

It means "victory" in Shu.

Um, I don't speak Shu.

Understandable.

We know what Ravkans think about mutts like us. And in Shu Han...

They prefer to remind us we've our Ravkan mother's blood.

Blood is blood. Only fools think otherwise.

Is that why you've chosen a life at sea?

Because it understands that?

It's why we chose Sturmhond.

He understands.

I'm intimidated.

I've never played cards with a Ravkan Saint before.

She's also a Shu Saint.

Is that a shark's tooth? You're Grisha? Um, what order?

Uh, Tolya and I don't really do that,

but if we were in Ravka, we'd be Heartrenders.

But I have this so, it's a win for me.

If only I'd been 30 seconds faster.

Story of your life, little brother.

We've been told you're looking for an amplifier yourself.

The Sea Whip. Is it true?

Possessing two amplifiers, it breaks all the rules.

Says the Durast who'll be fusing the amplifier, if we find it.

So I have a vested interest in your plan.

But I don't want to die in the process.

Trust me, I don't want to die either.

Um, when you fused with your amplifier, did it show you its last moments?

Tolya swimming up as I took its life.

What did the Stag show you?

The last thing it saw was me, reaching for its muzzle.

Like it always should have been.

Because I'd always dreamt about it.

But now I'm dreaming about the Sea Whip, and the Firebird, too.

You think the three are connected?

I think... I think they are to be connected.

Through me.

So I can then destroy the Fold.

But I can't be sure unless I try.

Unless we try.

It's uncharted territory.

What are we if not experts in uncharted waters?

Deal us in, brother.

Who's ready to test their mettle?

Vladim, is it?

Um...

It is, sir.

Vladim Gulav, Alkemi.

And what camp did I rescue you from?

Udemya.

Well, I'm very glad that you're here, Vladim.

I know that you didn't grow up in the Little Palace.

No, um, uh, my... my village hid me so that I could help them.

Well, did you? Help them?

Uh, uh, for many years, yes.

Um, mainly remedies for muscle pain and preserving food, cleaning water and...

I don't need your life story, Vladim.

I need your help.

I have... pain.

Pain that splits the head.

I, um, can make a serum that's effective, but it's temporary.

I see.

If... if... if I can be honest, sir.

Please.

I suspect your issues are a consequence of creating those, um... shadow monsters.

No judgment from me, of course. Um...

They say it's an abomination of science, merzost.

It can't be undone.

I've heard this story before, Vladim.

And you're not sounding particularly helpful.

I suppose the only thing which could counter the effect of merzost

is more merzost.

If... if there was a way for me to study it.

I can't promise that I could reverse it, but...

I'm not looking for a reversal.

There is a cost, always, to making difficult choices.

The key is making sure that cost is not regret.

What did you find?

There's a doorman even after hours, and a pair of roving guards in the halls.

But I can get you in through a window if Nina watches the front.

If this goes sideways, tell the others to regroup at Black Veil.

Get the Heartrender. We leave in ten.

No.

Not until you tell me what happened between you and Pekka.

All you need to know is that I have a reason.

There's enough secrecy in this crew as is.

Secrecy is the only way to survive the Barrel, Inej.

So keeping me in the dark is about survival?

- Now you're getting it. - Mm.

My survival or yours?

Trust is the other side of secrecy, Kaz.

Remember that.

It's not great news.

But you still have your health.

Stick to doctoring my books, Henrik.

With renovations and opportunity costs,

this explosion's gonna cost me about a quarter million.

Brekker.

The boy should've stayed down after the murder charge.

Edyck, why haven't you found his crew yet?

They must be lying low, boss.

But I own the damn Barrel.

- Boss... - Stadwatch are covering the rest.

The Wraith is their eyes.

Take her out and they're running blind. Bring in Mogens to deal with her.

- The taxidermist? - Aye.

He'll want a trophy.

Once she's back at the Menagerie, he can take it from her.

And if this gutter rat wants to play Barrel boss,

I think it's time we give him proper consideration.

Did Mal tell you to alter course?

No, that would be your captain.

Why?

It's a brief change to make use of an Eastern wind. We'll make better time.

Your tracker wouldn't say why,

but of all of the islands, he believes the Sea Whip is here.

- You want to explain that? - No.

What's this about?

I'm the client.

No client of mine has ever made such demands.

No client of yours can do what I can do.

Well, fair enough.

But that's not what this is about, is it?

What do you mean?

Trust is a tricky needle to thread for both of us.

You need to trust that I don't have some ulterior motive,

and I need to trust we aren't chasing a myth.

The difference is you behave like somebody who's already been betrayed.

And that puts you in a tight spot for the task ahead.

You can't do it all on your own.

You need me.

And you need me if you're going to get your money.

We both know that's only as long as I remain valuable to you.

Well, you are very fancy cargo, it's true.

But do you really understand why?

It's not just because you'll destroy the Fold.

It's because you're a symbol.

You're not just sunshine, sunshine.

You're hope for the future.

Seems it's not me who needs convincing of that.

It's you.

We're close.

Time for my favorite part!

Thanks to navigation from our Summoner's tracker friend here,

we've traversed the Bone Road to the island of Jelka.

Uh-huh.

As for the Sea Whip, we have some storybook drawings,

no telling what it really looks like.

Rule of thumb for the unknown,

come prepared!

Are all pirates this well-armed?

- Privateer. - I don't know the difference.

The difference is I have a license.

And a healthy love for innovation.

Gadgets, marvels, things that go boom.

Anything pique your interest?

Yeah.

Well, take it, for our excursion.

Fabulous choice.

You have excellent taste in weaponry, Mal.

The cable's Fabrikator-made.

Tensile strength of 80,000.

- Yield, 50. - Impossible.

When people say "impossible," they usually mean "improbable."

Not me. It's incredible.

I designed it myself.

In fact, my inventions are all around you.

You just have to know where to look.

So, we'll go in quietly,

on Miss Starkov's orders, to injure it for your death blow.

I'm not killing it.

You have to kill it, to claim its power. That's how amplifiers work.

It wasn't with the Stag. I think I can do it without killing it.

As... As lovely as that sounds, I'm not sending my crew in

to tame a mythical beast with nets and good intentions.

This is the job you were hired for, privateer.

We capture it. Alive.

We've reached the island.

Here we go.

Well, that's not foreboding.

Could be anywhere in there.

We enter through that one.

You sure?

There's a frequency. I've heard it before.

It's in there.

You heard him. We're going ashore!

Fruzsi, you made good speed.

I came as soon as I got word from you.

Good. I'll need you with me from now on.

Some say you died in the Fold?

Do they?

- But I knew it would take more... - Please, get up.

It's time.

Have you come for the journal, or the other thing?

I never opened it.

As I promised.

Morozova's secrets remain with you.

Now, the other thing.

Are you sure?

Hello, Mother.

You've kept me in this hellhole for weeks.

And even I look better than you.

- That could be it. - Grevyen, tell me. Anything in the water?

There are holes in the cave floor.

So be careful where you step. Otherwise no.

No, you can't tell, or no, there's nothing in there?

Whichever makes you feel more comfortable.

Comfort's overrated.

Drop the nets! Aim to kill!

No! Don't!

I couldn't see it. It's toying with us.

Conserve your ammo or we'll be dry by the time we need it.

It can camouflage.

It sounds like it's everywhere.

It's dead.

No, I can fix this.

You cannot fix this.

Ooh. Closed up for the night.

Uh, I'll just be a minute. I, uh, need to use the loo.

You can go down the street to Manny's Pub. They're open.

They don't let me back in there anymore.

Not since I drank the barkeep under the table.

I do like a woman who can hold her liquor.

Oh, well, I, uh, can't hold it everywhere.

So, do you mind?

Not tonight. Sorry, love.

Hmm.

Oof. Okay.

Sorry, love.

A rat-catcher carriage.

You said you got this from a friend.

Friend-ish. She did manage to remove the rats, so there's that.

How do you know Kaz?

I can't honestly say that I know Kaz.

He asked me to make a few phosphorus bombs for him.

- I didn't want to. - Why not?

Because I knew that he'd use them for something like this.

- Did it work? - Oh, it worked.

Not many people can go up against General Kirigan and live to tell about it.

Where'd he find you?

I was apprenticing at the tannery,

so I guess he knew that I was good with chemicals.

Tannery? That's sounds familiar. Have we met before?

Stadwatch.

You're clear.

Thank you.

I know that you're not thrilled about being paired with me,

but you should know that... you can trust me.

To be clear, I trust you 'cause Kaz trusts you.

And you trust Kaz?

Listen, I'm not about to dissect my long-standing working relationship

with Kaz Brekker with a total stranger.

Eyes on Pekka's driver.

Fine night, ain't it, Brekker?

Burning the midnight oil, are we?

He's rounding the corner.

Follow him.

Whoa!

He's... He's gone.

He's gone.

This isn't right.

I thought I'd cut to the chase.

You can't show your faces at my clubs and my brothels to pull threads on me,

so where would you go?

Step away from the desk.

Why?

I don't want blood on my furniture.

My numbers man'll bill me for it, and,

well, you've already cost me enough money by blowing up my club.

My club.

Hmm.

Before I kill you,

I want you to know that I brought in a madman to capture your Wraith.

Sorry.

My Wraith.

Hello, little lynx.

I fixed up the cellar at the Menagerie,

got the best shackles that money can buy.

Oh, and I got my man to lay a trap for your gunslinger.

Time to go back to the Menagerie, little one.

And once you're there, I get to take a piece.

Nothing that will harm your value.

Just a little less blood...

...and you'll give up the fight.

Wait, we have met before, haven't we?

Yes, but...

And you brought me stroopwafels.

You remember that now?

Time for Henrietta!

- Jesper. - Now!

Clean sweep, Brekker.

All that will be left will be my little spider,

back in her cage.

Mm.

Ooh.

I'm going to sleep well.

Heartrender!

Meet the newest member of my crew.

Sleep well then.

How do we find out if the others aren't also in trouble?

We can't.

So it's Black Veil, then?

The cemetery?

Heartrender.

Not that scary when you...

It's over, Brekker! Brekker!

Move!

Are you sure he said here?

This is the plague cemetery, no one ever comes here.

Which means we'll be safe here.

Assuming you got ambushed, too?

Oh, yeah, so many of them, I lost count.

I got what I needed, and Wylan's bombs took care of the rest.

Get her inside.

She gonna be okay?

- She'll be fine. - Will any of us be fine?

This won't end well, Kaz.

No, it won't. But I'll be the one who ends it.

We hold ourselves bound to this mission.

To ensure that our fallen crew did not die in vain.

And we honor the ultimate sacrifice that they made

in our quest to find the Sea Whip.

Let us bow our heads for the crew lost today.

Let the sea carry them to a safe harbor,

and may the Saints receive them on a brighter shore.

May the Saints receive them.

Alina, we're ready.

Ready?

Yeah.

Are you all right?

I'm fine. Second scale, please.

Get back!

Alina! Alina! Alina!

Well then, where to now, Summoner?

East Ravka, then the Fold.

You're alive.

Such power.

You've grown stronger, my Alina.