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Vane: The governor
has everything he needs

and no reason to
suspect anything is amiss.

If we can intercept
that caravan,

we can secure both the
money to start our war

and the partner
to help us fight it.

Bonny: Either we get Jack and
the cache... or we get nothing.

Where's Vane?

The militia arrived
before he could get away.

We had no choice but to run.

Flint: Charles Vane
swinging over Nassau

is a statement we
cannot afford to be made.

You cannot stay. I'll go back
and address the situation.

By the time I'm through,

the governor won't
be able to hang Vane

out of fear of
losing the street.

Set a course to intercept her.

That ship will be upon us
in two hours. Maybe less.

Eleanor: I know you
now. I trust you now.

I love you now. So I will
tell you the absolute truth

about how I'm going to react
when faced with the thing

sitting in that
cell in your fort...

I honestly don't know.

We're not far now.

We should be sighting
the island soon.

And Hornigold?

He's two miles
astern, give or take.

Managed to keep ahead
of him through the night.

It will be tight ferrying everyone
ashore before he's upon us,

but, uh, Mr. Silver has
suggested a radical solution.

I noticed that you've locked it.

Do you mind me
asking who has the key?

Neptune.

I threw it over the
side a few hours ago.

If you're concerned about
the men stealing from it...

I am concerned about
the men stealing from it.

There's treasure
inside that box,

a handful of which could
provide a lifetime of prosperity.

Facing that kind of temptation,

there are few men I
would trust to self-deny.

But it is not the treasure
that concerns me most.

Charles Vane's
sacrifice is in that box.

If your man is unsuccessful
in seeing to his rescue,

Charles Vane's death
is inside that box.

Along with my good name.

Along with her lost love.

Along with your late
quartermaster's life.

All the awful sacrifices
made to assemble that box

are now part of its contents,

and those things...

are sacred things that I
trust in no man's hands.

The next time that
chest is opened

will be after Anne
and I walk away with it,

And once the smoke is cleared...

and all is done.

Captain, it's time.

"I, Charles Vane, do
hereby plead guilty

to the charges of treason
and high seas piracy.

I understand that the
sentence for my crimes

is to be hanged by
the neck until dead.

It is my hope that in
exchange for this plea

I might be spared
the humiliation

of a public trial,

and that my execution
be carried out...

privately and mercifully."

At noon tomorrow, you'll be
transported under guard to the bay,

where you'll be
boarded onto the Shark

and sent to London to
face a Court of the Admiralty.

Agree to this plea, and
the governor will endorse it.

We'll see to it that
it is heard favorably

and your experience in London
will be short and dignified.

Refuse to sign it, and your
experience will be anything but.

You came all the way down
here to ask me to beg for mercy?

What a fantasy this
must have been for you.

Well, even if I did sign that,

we both know how
empty the victory would be,

seeing as you don't give a shit

about my piracy or my treason.

The only crime of
mine that angers you

is the one that no one
else cared enough about

to even call a crime.

Am I wrong?

Is the murder of Richard Guthrie
mentioned anywhere on that page?

You fucking coward.

When Charles Vane takes
something from a man,

he looks him in the eye and
gives him a chance to deny him.

It's all bullshit.

It was always bullshit.

You stole my father from
me in the dead of night

like a rank fucking cutpurse,

and you did it because you
weren't man enough to face me,

to show yourself.

So you found the lowest,
cruelest, weakest deed imaginable

and acted it out
upon an innocent man

with whom you had no quarrel...

knowing that I had finally

begun to build
something with him,

that I was finally able
to see the good in him.

He was a shit.

What did you just say?

He was a cowardly,
selfish, treacherous shit

who cared only for himself
and for you not at all.

You know this.

All your life you knew this.

Then suddenly he walks
back through your door,

tells you he can give you
all of the things you want,

tells you I'm your
enemy, and, just like that,

his love is sacred and mine
is a inconvenient obstacle

to your ambitions.

The life cycle of
your affections...

A man you love
who speaks the truth

shunted aside in
favor of the next

who will tell you
whatever you want to hear.

Goodbye, Charles.

He betrayed you, Eleanor.

When my men
brought him to me first,

he begged for mercy.

Then he promised
to make me rich.

But when he realized
neither had any effect,

he promised to
deliver you to me.

Promised to exchange
your life for his.

That is who your
father was, Eleanor.

And you know it's true.

You're not a man.

You're deformed. Unformed.

Flesh, bone, and bile,

and missing all that which takes
shape through a mother's love.

You cannot comprehend
what you took from me

or why it was good,

because there is
no goodness in you.

There is no humanity in you,

no capacity for compromise,

nor instinct toward
repair, nor progress.

Nor forgiveness.

You are an animal.

Nassau is moving on
from you, and so am I.

Eleanor: Open up.

What is this?

He insisted upon seeing
his senior counselors.

I see that. Why's he
doing it in his bedroom?

Because I confined
him to his bed.

Confined him? He was
fine a few hours ago.

He collapsed after you left.

I believe his
fever is worsening.

I will do what I can.

How long can we wait for
Captain Hornigold's return

before we can assume that he's
failed to seize Captain Flint's ship?

At which point I
must strongly urge

that we shift preparations

from retrieving the
stolen Urca treasure

to preparing for a Spanish
move against the island.

Gentlemen, if Captain Hornigold
fails to retrieve the cache,

then we will redouble
our efforts and try again.

However, when he returns,

it would be easier for me
to prosecute those efforts

if I am not dead
from exhaustion.

Now, your counsel is invaluable,

but until I'm able to
recover my health,

I ask that all information
you need to relay to me

be done through
Ms. Guthrie here.

I beg your pardon, my lord.

On this issue, I need no
counsel, Mr. Soames, thank you.

Thank you all.

Go away.

You collapsed.

You saw him.

Yes.

I know what you took
with you into that cell.

I don't care what happened.

Just tell me whether
you were able

to leave it behind in that cell.

There is no leaving it behind,

but I'm ready to move forward.

Man: Depth at 14 fathoms!

Man #2: Mr. De Groot,
depth at 14 fathoms.

Flint: Hang the starboard
and stern anchors.

Hang the starboard
and the stern anchors.

He thinks we've lost our minds.

Always a possibility.

Well, he's carrying
out the order,

so have to hope he
sees some credibility in it.

That or he doesn't
know how to say no

to the both of us
at the same time.

You still see some credibility
in the idea, don't you?

Are you fucking kidding me?

When I offered this suggestion,

I told you it was
just a suggestion.

You said it would work.

Well, it's a certainty if we
anchor and try and ferry

ourselves and all
our cargo ashore,

our long-boats
will be easy targets

for Hornigold's guns.

In the absence of
any better suggestions,

yours was worth a try.

Depth at 12 fathoms!

Captain, both anchors
are hung and ready.

Awaiting your order.

Depth at 10 fathoms!

Why isn't he reducing sail?

Depth at eight fathoms!

Captain, if we miss our mark
by as little as a boat length,

it could be catastrophic.

He knows.

Depth at five fathoms!

Hard to port, Mr. Williamson.

Aye, sir.

Let fall the starboard anchor.

Take courses and topgallants.

Let go starboard anchor.

Let go of starboard
anchor, quickly.

Hard to starboard if you
please, Mr. Williamson.

Let fall the stern anchor.

On your stern anchor, let fall!

Surge the stern cable.

Surge the bow. Ready for impact.

Douse the topsails!

Open the gunports.

Take the courses and come
about on a starboard tack.

Break off our pursuit, sir?

Unless you'd like to approach
into the teeth of his broadsides.

Bring us up the coast.

We'll deploy our men onto
the sand, free of his great guns,

and then march
them in to... engage.

Jesus.

Whoa. Whoa.

You know, my
father used to tell me

that when the world promises
undesirable outcomes,

only a fool believes
he can alter the latter

without first addressing
the state of the former.

Now, we are living in a world

where Nassau has
embraced English rule,

where former pirates
now exchange pleasantries

with soldiers in the street,

and where the last man to
stand up and defy England

is about to be shipped
back there to be hanged.

And exactly no one
seems to give a shit about it.

So I'm here to remedy all that.

Before we go any further, there's
something you need to know.

Circumstances
have changed in town

dramatically since Jack's escape
and Captain Vane's capture.

The governor knows
there was a spy

that made the escape possible.

His people are on high alert.

The street is anxious.

Getting that kind of information
again may be impossible.

There'll be time
for spies again.

We're not up to that yet.

The first order of business

for which I will need your help

is rescuing Captain Vane.

Rescuing? There are
a hundred redcoats

between him and the
front door of the fort.

Even if there was
a way to get to him,

he's set to be
shipped out tomorrow.

There isn't nearly
time to find it...

Of course there isn't.

So we need to make sure
they don't ship him out.

Not tomorrow, not ever.

We force them to try him here.

Buy ourselves days, maybe weeks,

while they figure out a process

and we find a
plan to set him free.

How?

How do we keep him off the ship?

By making sure people
give a shit about it.

You sent for me?

Dr. Marcus says that the
stress of receiving visitors

is aggravating his condition,

so I will seal off
this room from today.

No one will be permitted in

other than myself
and the doctor.

As long as this state
of affairs is necessary,

I would like you to tend to him.

Of course.

How long has he been asleep?

He woke a few hours
ago just for a moment.

Did you inform him of
this plan to sequester him?

- No.
- Why not?

Because he looked at me
and addressed me as Sarah.

He thought I was his wife.

He was delirious with fever.

If his condition changes,
please send word.

Is that it?

Flint: It is.

How long before
their force arrives?

A few days for Captain
Hornigold to return to Nassau

and report that the cache
is defended by a small army.

Three days to muster
soldiers and supply ships.

A week, more or less,

before the governor's
forces arrive on our coasts.

Then we have much
preparation to do

and little time to do it.

What happened to him?

It was all a misunderstanding.

What was that?

What was what?

You told me that that man was
taken to task by her bodyguard.

Was that not the case?

Dobbs assaulted him.

He believes him responsible

for choosing the men to
be interrogated by them.

I didn't mention it
to you because...

I don't know. I just didn't.

But it's been sorted.

Good. Sorted how?

I had three men hold him down while
Dooley and Wayne administered a beating.

The message was
received. I'm quite certain.

Sorted.

We were successful.

The war we sought
will soon be under way.

On our terms.

I was there in Nassau,
and she's there.

Eleanor is there.

In a position of great
influence, they say,

at the right hand
of the governor.

She is one of them now.

I stood in Nassau and I realized

when this war begins,

it will have many
different meanings,

but to you this
war is a civil war

between two cities you
held together for so long

with unseen bonds.

You will have people
on both sides of it.

You will have daughters
on both sides of it.

And I want you to know...

Only... you.

You have information
about the identity

of the spy within our midst.

It's Idelle.

She's the one that
learned the secret route

for the governor's caravan.

The one that made possible
Captain Rackham's escape.

Have you told anyone of this?

No.

Why not?

I beg your pardon, ma'am?

I know Eleanor engaged you
those months ago to watch me.

If you took this
information to her,

it would likely garner you
credit with her at my expense.

I know you have considered it.

I am asking why
you did not do it.

Eleanor Guthrie used that chair

not just to vanquish
her enemies,

but to create new ones.

Because some people can
only understand themselves

through the eyes of
those who hate them.

They thrive only
on sowing the seeds

of their own
eventual destruction.

Miss Guthrie has
new clothes now.

Miss Guthrie has
new friends now.

But to my eye,
she looks the same.

You think I will
outlast her here,

so you would cast your
lot with me and not her?

Something like that. Yes, ma'am.

Will you please make sure, when
the governor's men visit the inn,

they are serviced
by girls you trust?

There will be no more
information seeping out of the inn.

Of course.

Will you tell her? Miss Guthrie.

Will you inform her
of our suspicions

about the source of the leak?

Davis... Davis, you remember
the time the captain...

Gunn: Do you know him?

I do not.

But Featherstone says he's one of
the most gifted purveyors of bullshit

he's ever met.

And a man determined, above
anything else in life, to be famous.

Which makes him
the perfect fit for us.

Stronger and safer
than ever was before.

What's he saying?

The governor wants him
to believe that Charles Vane

is the cause of all their ill.

It's a lot easier to
watch a man swing

if you're comfortable
hating him just a little bit.

His task is to start
reminding everyone

there's someone else out there

that they're far more
comfortable hating.

Who?

What is it?

When I sent for you, there
were approximately 20 of them.

In ten minutes, it
has grown two-fold.

What is he saying?

That the law and order
promised by the new regime

is little more than a veneer,

behind which Eleanor
Guthrie has returned

to settle old scores and restore
her tyranny over Nassau once again.

I hear they will threaten
to stand in the way

of any attempt to remove
Charles Vane off the island,

that if he's to be tried, it
must be here, in the open,

where they can see
it with their own eyes.

Fucking kidding me.

Vane is scheduled to be moved

from the fort to the
Shark in a few hours.

Chamberlain is making
arrangements right now.

Is there anything
you can do about this?

To dispel what is
building down there,

it is going to
require appeasement

or it is going to require force.

Appeasement.
Hold his trial here.

To begin with, the
lawyers aren't even sure

that we have the
authority to do that

without a judge yet appointed,

and even if it were legitimate,

proceeding like that
would last weeks.

Dredge up a dark past just
when progress is so near at hand.

If the alternative
is an armed clash

between those men
and the dozens of soldiers

it would take to subdue them,

a little time spent confronting
the past may be the lesser evil.

I can't believe this
is a coincidence...

A plot to steal the
cache followed so closely

by something as
choreographed as this.

I'll take this to the governor.

You should be careful.

I understand the
governor has tasked you

with being his eyes and
ears while he convalesces.

In this particular instance,

you would be wise to make sure,

whatever happens
to Captain Vane,

those men have no reason

to believe it happened
because of you.

Whatever happens will
be the governor's decision.

Of course.

- Any change?
- No.

May I have a moment
with him, please?

I warned you...

the closer you
let me get to you,

the more dangerous I would be.

I've never given a damn
what people think of me.

But I give a damn
what you think.

I hope that when you wake,

you will understand
why I did what I did,

you will see that it was
all I could think to do

to protect you... the
only way I know how.

Any news?

They say it
shouldn't be long now

before Mr. Scott leaves us.

We need to talk about that.

What about it?

We're about to
enter into a battle

where every man
must be behind us

as any man with motive
not to be so could sink us.

It would seem that
you have made sure

that he has one.

If it'd gotten out, what he did,

you would likely be
stranded back in Nassau.

Most of our men would be dead,

and those that weren't

would be back in
those cages right now.

So you sent the vanguard to
make sure that he understood this?

To prevent him from
getting any ideas

about doing it again, yes.

If you have something to add,

you should just fucking say it.

That's not why you did it.

Really? Would you like
to tell me why I did it, then?

Well, I wasn't there,

but, um, I'd hazard the guess

that you learned of
what had happened,

told him how
fucking stupid he was,

and in that moment,

he gave you a look that
amounted to something

less than contrite.

And in that moment, you felt it.

Felt what?

Darkness.

Hate.

Showing indifference
to the authority

that you sacrificed
so much to acquire,

disdain for refusing
to acknowledge

that his actions, had
you not intervened,

would have led to an outcome

that he would have held
you responsible for reversing.

Pride.

Questioning what
kind of man you are

if you don't seek
retribution for the offense.

So what are you saying?

You saying I went
too far with him?

Maybe you went too far.

Maybe you didn't go far
enough. Maybe you did it just right.

The point is that
while you were doing it,

you heard a voice telling
you that disciplining him

would prevent him from
repeating the offense,

a voice that
sounded like reason,

and there was reason to it,

as the most compelling lies

are comprised almost
entirely of the truth.

But that's what it does.

Cloaks itself in whatever it
must to move you to action.

And the more you deny its
presence, the more powerful it gets,

and the more likely it is
to consume you entirely

without you ever even
knowing it was there.

Now, if you and I are to
lead these men together,

you must learn to
know its presence well

so that you may use it...
Rather than it use you.

You have some experience
with this, I imagine,

living in fear of such
a thing within you?

Yeah, I do.

I can't tell if this
was a warning

or a welcome.

I need to make an
offering at his burial.

Something of mine that
he can take with him.

I'm sorry. I...

I don't know what to say.

What?

I'm sorry. I didn't get
word until it was done.

I came immediately.

Well, what happened?

The crew of the
Shark is standing down.

The governor has
scrapped his plans

to move Captain
Vane off the island

and then scheduled
an accelerated trial

for the captain here in Nassau.

Shit. When did they
schedule it to begin?

In the middle of
the night. Last night.

It's already happened.

You said there was no
judge appointed here.

It was supposed to take days
before they could start the process.

They appointed a judge,
they impaneled a jury.

It was over before
anyone knew it began.

Where is Vane now?

Still in the fort.

But when I left the street,

they were carrying the timber

to assemble a
gallows in the square.

They mean to hang him today.

Eleanor: The governor
is still in need of bed rest,

but Dr. Marcus will inform us
when that situation changes.

Gentlemen.

When the governor arrived
and the island embraced him,

a bargain was struck.

Authority was ceded, in exchange
for which the law returned.

Law, which constrained
that authority,

made outcomes more predictable.

But this outcome would
seem most unpredictable.

The law was adhered to.

If the bargain changes,

there is no telling what
else will change as a result...

What trust may be lost

and what chaos may abound.

I am your friend,

and I will help you weather
whatever challenges

may lie down whatever
road you may choose,

but as your friend, I
am simply asking you

to consider how treacherous
this road may be...

While there is
still time to avoid it.

No one is taking this
decision lightly, I assure you.

This is no attempt
to circumvent the law.

Indeed, the governor
felt that it was necessary

in order to protect it.

It was a hard choice.

But an earnest one.

I assume you understand
what is to happen,

as soon as everything begins.

It'll be loud, confusing.

Men who've never
experienced fear

are said to know
it for the first time.

But in this moment,
there is quiet.

An opportunity to find
some measure of peace.

I would like to
help you do that.

You've done this before?

I have.

Regretfully, I have.

Get many takers, do you?

For the kind of
peace you're offering?

Pastor: It is a
different experience

to what you may
imagine it being.

Surely a man like you
has faced death before,

but never so nakedly.

And cloaked in
glory or sacrifice,

fully exposed in all
its horror and finality.

In this moment, you
have the opportunity

to enter into that moment
with a clear conscience.

I can help you do that.

To repent.

I have nothing to
repent for with you.

Don't you?

I understand the
code you subscribe to.

I understand you
believe your violence

is justified in the name
of a defiance of tyranny,

but there are mothers who
buried their sons because of you.

Wives widowed because of you.

Children awoken in their sleep

to be told their father was never
coming home because of you.

What kind of a man can
experience no remorse from this?

Whatever remorse I have
or do not have is my own.

That I choose not
to share it with you

says more about you
than it does about me.

Me?

I am a shepherd

sent to help you find a
path to God's forgiveness.

A shepherd?

You are the sheep.

And whatever I
have to say to God,

I'll tell him myself
or not at all.

Court Official: When our
lord governor arrived here,

he promised you things.

Order. Prosperity.

How many men are with you?

A dozen.

I don't know how far they'll go.

Not in the face of
all that out there.

That'll have to be enough.

Position your men
around the crowd.

Tell them to be ready to move.

I'm gonna try to shout him down,

raise Eleanor Guthrie,
raise whatever I have to

to try and strike a chord.

Turn as much of that
crowd as I can in our favor.

Your men should take my lead.

Hopefully it'll be
enough to start a frenzy,

cause enough confusion to
break the ranks of the soldiers.

Then in the chaos of it,

we'll make a move
to free Captain Vane.

Go.

Woman: Do it!

Men who are not men at all,

but beasts governed
by the base instinct,

incapable of anything but
the most primal behaviors.

A constant threat
to every decent,

God-fearing citizen among us.

As long as those men roam free,

strife will endure,
fear will abound,

and progress will elude us.

Today marks the silencing

of the most disruptive
of those voices

and a step towards the return

of civilization in Nassau.

But we must always remember

however strong the need for
the removal of these traitors,

these relics of a
more savage age,

there is no relish
in this moment,

but there is righteousness

and comfort in the
knowledge that...

What's happening?

Wait.

Billy, they're about
to tie the noose.

I know, just... wait.

And that God's will

will be done again in Nassau.

Bastard! Hang him!

Court Official: Does the
condemned have anything to say

before the sentence
is carried out?

These men who
brought me here today

do not fear me.

They brought me here
today because they fear you.

Vane: Because they
know that my voice,

a voice that refuses
to be enslaved,

once lived in you.

And may yet still.

They brought me here
today to show you death

and use it to frighten you

into ignoring that voice.

But know this.

We are many. They are few.

To fear death is a choice.

And they can't hang us all.

Get on with it, motherfucker.

Billy.

It's all right.

Proceed.

Now. Go.

Why?

It was the only way to start it.

He knew it was the only way.

Start what?

Look at them.

Men, move along.

Move along.

The resistance in
Nassau is now under way.

Another sacrifice for the cause.

And that chest of
ours only gets heavier.

How many, do you imagine?

Soldiers in the English force.

How many do you
imagine we'll face?

500, more or less.

Is that so?

From what I saw, I'd say
seven is a reasonable guess.

And that's assuming he
doesn't call in reinforcements

from Carolina, Virginia.

There's no shortage of men
eager to kill pirates these days.

I walked that beach today.

The terrain inland may
be to her advantage,

but that beach is not.

The shore is too broad,
the water too deep.

Their anchorages will
get far closer to the sand

than you'd like.

Even with defensive positions
engineered in the bluffs,

it will be an uphill struggle

to offer any meaningful
resistance at all to their landings.

All struggles are uphill.

That's why they're
called struggles.

That's quite true.

But there is an aspect
to this particular struggle

I don't believe
you've yet cracked.

I understand your tactical
deployment of the Walrus.

She'll be massively outnumbered,

but still a critical asset.

I also understand you intend

to place your Mr. De
Groot in command of her.

He'll manage.

Yes, but he wasn't
your first choice.

It was supposed to
be Charles, wasn't it?

Are you suggesting
a better replacement?

Me.

England may have removed
Charles Vane from our number,

but there is too
much of him in me

for England to
fully will him away.

In his absence, with
everything that's at stake,

I will be our Charles Vane.

I've just come back
from the beach,

and I couldn't help but notice

the three additional
ships anchored in the bay

being outfitted for this
battle right along with mine.

Captain Hornigold will be
sailing in consort with you,

accompanied by
his private militia.

Mr. Underhill has formed
a special company of men

from the ranks of
his plantation staff,

men with experience
hunting and capturing slaves.

I will not go into battle

alongside
undisciplined conscripts.

The force I bring to bear

is sufficient to combat
whatever awaits us.

Jesus. He wants the
force you bring to bear.

He wants it.

Eleanor: I know this
enemy, Commodore.

I know his mind.

He took that cache
with the express purpose

of compelling us
to commit your force

to a battlefield
of his choosing.

Your force is factored
into his thinking.

He has planned for it.

And I assure you,
if you allow him

to dictate the terms of battle,

you court a disastrous outcome.

If he expects your force,

then we must send that
which he does not expect.

For we will have victory
against this enemy.

There simply is no alternative.

Just returned from
around the point.

The word is spreading
throughout the Bahamas

that the governor in Nassau
hanged a pirate in his square.

Made an example
of him, they say,

to show that he is the
steward of law and order

in the West Indies.

He is resolved to
be the Englishman

who ends piracy
in the New World.

The pirate he
hanged in the square

to underscore his point...

was Charles Vane.

I have yet to inform the men,

as I imagine they'll
have questions

I don't know how to answer,

so I wanted to ask you first.

What do you want to do about it?