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Silver: Dobbs assaulted him,
and he believes him responsible

for choosing the men to
be interrogated by them.

But it's been sorted.

I had three men hold him down

while Dooley and Wayne
administered a beating.

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

The pirate was Charles Vane.

What do you want to do about it?

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

Start what?

The resistance in
Nassau is now under way.

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

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

Captain Hornigold will be
sailing in consort with you.

I know this enemy.

He took that cache
with the express purpose

of compelling us
to commit your force

to a battlefield
of his choosing.

If you allow him to
dictate the terms of battle,

you court a disastrous outcome.

Silver: You sure this is wise?

At the end of the day,
secrets among friends

are the source of all
good things gone wrong.

Is that what we are now?

Friends?

Rackham: He wasn't
talking about you.

He's talking about
our hostess, the queen.

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

The safest place for
this isn't behind walls

or guarded with guns.

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

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

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

She agreed it was best for all

for its whereabouts
to remain unknown,

provided that you
were among the circle

that knew of it.

You they trust above any of us

not to betray for money.

The irony wasn't
lost on either of us.

Well, now that
you've been fetched,

much to do.

A war to plan for.

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

A war against England,

now a war to reclaim Nassau.

But hearing him use it just now,

so near the
actual arrival of it,

it sounds different.

It feels different.

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

from which in a few days' time

you'll look out and stare
down King George's navy.

Are you having second thoughts?

Aren't you?

All the blood that's
about to be spilt,

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

Well, I wish it
wasn't necessary,

if that's what you're asking.

When we were becalmed,

I told Billy I believed
your darkest thoughts

somehow had the ability

to manifest themselves
upon our reality.

That your anger over
the murder of Mrs. Barlow

became the storm into
which we all battled.

That your despair over her death

became the doldrums
into which we all sank.

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

But the truth of it,

I'm not sure it was far off.

Your demons are
a part of our reality.

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

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

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

it is still a stranger to me.

Before this war actually begins,

I'm asking where
it actually began.

Will you tell me?

Oh, Jesus.

They are not fuckin'
around, are they?

We're supposed
to sail into that?

One ship against
their entire fleet?

Favorable wind.

We'll be upon them quickly.

We'll take fire, obviously.

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

we could disrupt
their entire line.

Do not look at me like that.

This is the plan.

Harass their line.

We create uncertainty

in the minds of their
soldiers on the ground

and undermine their
confidence in their command.

Yeah, and I know
how they'll feel.

Man: Sails! East-southeast!

East?

Six ships. British colors.

Who the fuck is that?

Reinforcements, likely.

It seems Governor
Rogers was able to enlist

the aid of one
of his colleagues.

I'll put a launch
in the water now.

What for?

To inform Captain Flint

so he can make his retreat.

There could be hundreds of
soldiers aboard those ships.

The captain's battle plan

does not take into
account a force that large.

Captain Flint's battle plan

does not take into
account is retreat.

There is nowhere to retreat to.

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

how can we do anything
other than see it through?

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

I understand the obligation
you are feeling to succeed,

but there comes a certain point

when one must accept
what is painfully obvious.

- How many ships?
- What?

The second fleet...
How many ships?

Man: Six sets of sails!

Describe them, please.

- What difference does it make?
- Shut up.

The flotilla... describe them.

Three tall ships!

Two sloops!

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

Make a course for that
second flotilla, please.

You're going to attack them?

Time is short, please.

Get us under way.

Get us under way!

Man: Right flank, kneel!

Fire!

Man: Reload!

Man: Bring the mortars forward!

- Mortars.
- Mortars!

Concentrate on the mortars!

Man: Reload!

Man #2: Three paces forward!

Present!

Fire!

Company, form into two ranks!

Now!

Second cannon!

Man: Take cover!

Man: Ready the gun, ahh!

Man: Fire!

Second rank!

Mortars in position!

Fire!

Fire!

Captain, it's time!

- Not yet.
- Fire!

Man #3: Two inches! Two inches!

Fire!

Captain, we need to fall back.

Fire!

Smoke!

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

Man: Form into two ranks!

Line facing forward!

- Fall back!
- Man: Fall back!

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

Man: Hold your fire!

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

I wouldn't do that.

Beg your pardon?

Man: Stand easy!

He asked for this fight, Major.

He didn't do so without a plan.

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

Bumbling?

They were overwhelmed
by a superior force.

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

A tactical withdrawal to
guide us into an ambush.

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

led them into a
massacre deliberately,

just to entice us to chase him?

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

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

Reflected there.

Is everything all right?

Show her what you showed to me.

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

Remove the captain.
You have until nightfall."

Where did you get this?

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

Someone left it while I slept.

The message, it
would seem, is clear.

There is a voice out
there yet to identify itself

that wants to see
Captain Vane's remains

removed from the
gibbet in the square.

Why does it look like this?

An old wives' tale. Pirate lore.

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

as a warning to
wayward crew members.

Ignored on pain of death.

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

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

Ma'am, cowards send notes.

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

We are aware there
is dissent on the street.

Perhaps removing the gibbet

would go a long
way towards settling

whatever unrest may be brewing.

Soames: You're suggesting
that the governor comply

with an anonymous threat?

I am suggesting the gibbet
could be seen by some

to be inflammatory.

The point has been made.

The law has been satisfied.

It is a well-settled
statement of resolve

to maintain the display.

If it is removed in
the light of this threat,

in the light of Captain
Flint's standing ultimatum

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

It certainly worries me to
make self-defeating mistakes

out of fear of appearing weak.

Eleanor: No, he's right.

He's right.

Gives me no pleasure
having it there,

no matter what
the street may say.

But to remove it in this moment
threatens to undermine confidence

in the governor's leadership.

That said, the end
of three days' time,

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

If you would like me
to form a small detail

to offer you protection
in the meantime...

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

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

Ma'am?

Excuse me.

You should be in bed.

I've spent enough time in bed.

I did what I did.

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

It seems...

as though a very
difficult thing was done.

It seems as though
I am fortunate

you had the courage to do it.

You have enemies here.

Then let them be
my enemies as well.

Any and all of them.

And let them come.

Man: As you were.

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

It's a familiar combination.

I once had a fleet
of that makeup.

Man: Get her cleaned up, boy!

I came looking
for Flint, not you.

Where is he?

He's currently being pummeled

by half the British navy
just beyond the horizon.

The navy?

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

The entirety of
the British fleet

under the command of
Governor Rogers is in play.

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

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

Charles is dead.

The governor in Nassau
hung him in the square.

On the island I helped to build,

he thought he could do
that, face no consequences.

He failed to account for me.

British law sentenced him,

but I think you and I
both know who it was

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

I look forward to seeing
Miss Guthrie again

and settling Charles'
account with her.

But there is no victory over her

without a victory here today.

That much is clear.

Will you help us find it?

Flint: Madness is such
a hard thing to define,

which makes it
such an easy label

to affix to one's enemies.

Once it had been
applied to Thomas,

once our relationship
had been exposed,

defiled, scandalized...

everything ended.

There were times
that I was persuaded

to sue for peace since then,

but that was the day

that on some level I knew...

that England was broken...

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

I don't know what to say.

You don't need to say anything.

You asked me where it began,

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

To the truth.

I appreciate that.

And I am genuinely sorry.

But you can see how
this might be of particular

and immediate concern for me.

I can?

Well, before today I
knew of two people

who managed to truly know you,

to gain your trust,
to be your partner,

and they both ended up
dead while playing the role.

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

there's a third
member of this class,

making it even less credible
to characterize Mr. Gates'

and Mrs. Barlow's
deaths as bad luck.

It would seem that those
closest to you meet their end

not just during
the relationship,

but because of it.

And as I sit here,
I'm acutely aware

there may be no
one closer to you

in the world right now than I.

What exactly are you saying?

That I've somehow sought
out my own tragedies?

Did you not tell me
that our darkest motives

will conceal themselves from us?

Cloak themselves
in whatever they must

in order to move us to action?

And even if that's not true,

a pattern is a pattern,

and only a fool ignores one

because he does not
care for the implications.

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

concerned that your
association with me

will lead to your end.

My association with you
began out of necessity,

but I've come to find

a great deal of respect for you.

Perhaps even friendship.

Hmm.

Which is why I find myself
unnerved by the thought

that when this pattern

applies itself to you and I...

that I will be the end of you.

Is that so?

Now, three who preceded me

all had one thing in common.

They were vulnerable to you.

Had more to lose than you,

less means with which to
protect themselves than you.

Till recently, I thought
that was me as well,

but now...

I don't know that it is anymore.

It is natural for
men new to power

to assume that it has no limits.

Trust me. It does.

We agreed that I
would select a man

to be responsible for
making a direct move

against Captain Hornigold
once the battle begins.

I chose Mr. Dobbs.

You chose Dobbs?

Why the fuck would you do that?

It's a dangerous errand...

It's more than dangerous.

The entirety of our
plan rests on its success.

Why would you assign it to a man

harboring who knows what
sort of resentment against you?

Because it isn't resentment.

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

but towards me...

I don't believe he
feels resentment.

I believe he feels shame

for having disappointed me

and a great need to
redeem himself in my eyes.

Send someone else.

It's done.

He knows.

Were I to replace him now,

it might provoke the
response you wish to avoid.

If you're wrong,

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

to betray us...

this battle will be over
before it ever began.

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

Why?

Sailed with that
crew for months.

Then they take the side
of those fucking savages

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

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

so now I'm ready to see it end,

and I can help you end it.

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

Says the cache with
gems is hidden nearby.

Mr. Carter, please
bring me that man there.

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

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

Show me that you truly
intend to leave Captain Flint

and your life with
him behind you.

Oh, that man will
meet the same end

whether you shoot him or
some other man hangs him,

but I'd like to be quite certain

your intentions are true.

Major, prepare your men.

Sir.

Lieutenant, prepare the men.

Make sure they have
plenty of supplies,

water, and ammunition.

We're heading into the forest.

Madi: He was
hiding by the water.

Otherwise, everyone is accounted
for and where they belong.

All but you.

You do not feel you
are where you belong.

The men above would
fight to protect us.

I should be among them.

If we are to lead
them into this war,

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

You have protected
me for so very long.

It is time I did
the same for you.

Did he get it?

Your black spot
was delivered, yeah.

- But?
- I saw him.

He was in the tavern
drinking with his men.

They were in high spirits.

And the gibbet remains?

Yeah.

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

Of course it is.

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

It kept him awake
for three nights.

It wasn't the
note or the threat.

It was the idea
of Avery himself,

just the awareness
that someone so terrible

knew your name.

I have no doubt that
Captain Throckmorton

is currently unconcerned
with our threat.

We have only just
begun to tell our story.

We haven't yet
introduced the villain.

It's been a few
days since I told you

of my suspicions about Idelle,

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

One can only assume
she did not act alone,

but had partners
in this endeavor.

You did not report this
news to the governor

nor to Miss Guthrie.

Nor did you take any action

to discover who the
partners might be.

Until I know how
this game will unfold,

I choose to allow the players
to reveal themselves to me

lest I make an
enemy out of someone

I may one day
wish to call a friend.

This way.

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

Reinforcements
from a sister colony?

Flint gave you
command of his ship.

Yes.

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

But among them is
the sincere confusion

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

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

some capacity in you after all.

And?

And what?

"And" as in it sounded

as if there was
more to that thought.

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

about my capacity.

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

Man: Signal!

On the flagship's mainmast!

They're showing
her fleet identification,

asking us to verify who we are.

Get my log from below.

You have the proper
codes to respond?

I do.

Don't.

Raise the black instead.

Raise the black?

He believes we are beneath him,

tactically incompetent.

Why give him any
reason to doubt it?

To be underestimated
is an incredible gift.

Signal the line.
Divide the gun crews

and prepare the
larboard batteries.

Sir.

Prepare the larboard batteries!

Man: Prepare the
larboard batteries!

And did she fight it?

Your mother.

Did she resist your being here?

I believe she wanted to.

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

Then why didn't she?

She has spent so many
years protecting our people,

protecting me.

To put it all in danger now...

it is a necessary sacrifice

if this war is to be won.

But it violates everything
she understands herself to be.

She let me go because she knows

that if we survive
this battle today,

she will likely
need to step aside

and make room for
someone better suited

to do what must be done.

It's a hard thing

to look your
successor in the eye

and know that
their time is nearing

while yours is almost through.

But as far as successors go,

your mother could do far worse.

Ma'am!

Aah!

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

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

The rest are women and children.

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

It's nearby. Buried.

But the one of them
who knows where to find it

is inside that camp,

and he cannot run away.

Get a message to the major.

Tell him he can deploy
his men to this position.

Let's finish this as
quickly as possible.

Bonny: You trust him?

What's that?

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

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

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

I will say this for him.

In recent weeks, among the
disturbing number of people

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

he is not among them.

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

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

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

but something, perhaps.

Gun crews at the ready!

Man: Gun crews at the ready!

See you on the other side.

Always.

Man: Come to your
crews, Mr. Turner!

Man #2: Gun number one ready!

Man #3: Number six ready!

Does he actually mean to
exchange broadsides with us?

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

Yes, sir.

Gun crews, prepare to engage!

Larboard batteries
may fire at will!

Man: Fire!

Man: Open the ports!

Open the ports!

Company, present!

Fire!

Fire!

Aah!

Aah!

Defenders across the water

have been rendered
largely ineffective.

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

find Mr. Silver, the
fugitive Mr. Rackham,

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

Sir.

Come.

I once thought that to
lead men in this world,

to be liked was just
as good as feared,

and that may very well be true.

But to be both liked
and feared all at once

is an entirely different
state of being...

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

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

They need it,

and there is
nothing they won't do

to make sure they have it.

Mr. Dobbs will do
what I ask of him.

Man: Fire!

Pull everyone back.

- Sir?
- Pull them back, now!

Silver: He will lead
Captain Hornigold

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

But from there, it's up to you.

Man: We're being ambushed!

Man: Company, withdrawal!

Fire!

What the hell is he doing?

Could he mean to board us?

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

And send word to the
Orion to do the same.

Yes, sir.

All crews, larboard
batteries, target the lead ship!

Whoa!

- Fire!
- Man: Fire!

Man #2: Fire two!

Aim ahead a little more!

Man: Fire!

Lead him!

Aah!

Aah!

Get to the stern chasers! Now!

Fire!

Sir! It's the Orion!

She's been overrun!

Get the gun crews
to resume firing.

Man: Look out below!

How, sir?

Sir?

Shall we prepare
to repel boarders?

Cut our anchor cables

and signal the line to retreat.

Come on!

Aah!

Man: Company, retreat!

Man #2: Back! Fall back!

Man #3: Company, retreat!

Retreat!

Tell your governor!

You tell him I'm coming!

Let us say there is some
merit to your argument.

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

I would have to
admit in that case

that the world has
shifted beneath our feet

in a most startling way.

But in terms of our future

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

bear this in mind.

I have survived
starvation, a tempest,

pirate hunters,

jealous captains,
mutinous crews,

angry lords, a queen, a king,

and the goddamn British navy.

So to whatever extent
you may be concerned

that someday we will clash,

worried that though
today we be friends,

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

I won't worry too much.

Garrett: They call
him John the Giant.

They say that
he's seven foot tall.

They say that he
moves better on that leg

than most do with the
ones that God gave them.

Why would they say that?

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

threatens the
entirety of the island,

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

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

of seeing itself embellished.

Do we care that it
isn't remotely true?

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

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

The appearance of a man that
the resistance against the English

feels compelled to rally around.

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

We'll give him a soul.

But if the street
wants to invest him

with more than
we can on our own,

I won't fight them about it.

But that name isn't
doing anything for us.

See about that.

For those of you
who have not heard,

the governor has
imposed martial law

upon all of Nassau Town in response
to the murder of Captain Throckmorton.

He asks that I convey
to the rest of his council

the contents of the
letter left for him today,

taking responsibility for
Captain Throckmorton's murder.

"I was no one,

and then you came,
and my island fell,

and I became something else."

Why not Flint?

Flint?

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

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

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

I've lived too long
dependent upon Flint

to be the one to hold
our ranks together.

It's time we finally
had an alternative.

"On the night I
confiscated the pardon rolls,

the night I started becoming,
I made clear my position

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

Those like Captain Vane,

determined to stand by
their oath to the very end,

and those like
Captain Throckmorton,

happy to be the
first to betray it.

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

Does he even know?

Mr. Silver?

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

What flows forth
from this house,

starting tonight,

is a new story for Nassau.

I've watched her follow madmen.

I've watched her
follow rich men.

I've watched her
bow before tyrants.

But now it's time
she had a king.

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

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

and lead an impossible army

into an unwinnable war...

and win it.

"Captain
Throckmorton's black spot

will not be the last.

Ignore it, and join him.

Heed it, and reclaim
your place amongst us.

Until then, I remain...
Long John Silver."