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Singleton, he has the votes
to remove you as captain.

They think he has
any idea how to put
money in their pockets?

Landfall.
We're home.

Is this English soil?
It was once.

Whose is it?
Ours.

You screwed me tonight.
Flint, his captaincy,
I had an interest.

When the sea grows rough,
you come to Max.

L'Urca de Lima.
Total cargo of $5 million.

Take them into custody.

What happened with Richard?

Someone tore from this log
the very page necessary

to discover that prize
and then stoked your resentment

to make himself
your captain.

It's the stolen page.

A whore for every finger
on your hand,

but your eyes
keep drifting to this.

I think I have something
you might like to buy.

When my father
still lived here,

this place
was a fucking mess.

Men just fucked in tents,

threw their shit
in the streets.

I wonder if he didn't notice
everyone living like animals

or if he just didn't care.

Why all this talk
of your father?

A man-o'-war
was spotted yesterday.

Royal Navy.

What if today's the day?

What if Scott
is downstairs right now

waiting to give me
the news?

The British are back.
Decamp from Nassau.

And then what?

Then they blockade
the island,

choke off trade.

A few crews will resist,

but how long can they survive
without my father's support?

One by one their numbers
will dwindle.

The fort will be abandoned.

Soldiers will storm
the beach.

By the time the smoke clears,
my father will have arrived.

First time he's set foot
here in five years

waving the royal commission
that his bribes purchased

and lording
over the place.

Round of applause,

the new governor.

Somewhere in London,
some foul fuck will get
news of all of this,

light his pipe and say,

"Finally, all is right
again in Nassau."

You say this
as if it is certain.

Perhaps you can
buy this place.

Nassau will need an inn.

Max could be your partner.

There is no finer host
in the world.

How will Mr. Noonan feel
when he hears of this plan?

I think maybe soon
what Mr. Noonan feels

will be of no concern
to me.

Yes?

It's Scott.
Can you let Mistress Guthrie
know she's needed?

I'll be down in a minute.

I think, perhaps,
you may be a little
longer than that.

Viens ici.

Where is he?

Says he wants to be
the first one Flint sees
when it's done.

Prize master's in the tent.

Show us the color
of the gold!

Rum and snatch
for each and all.

Gentlemen, I understand
your excitement,

but do we really think
it is a good idea

to open up what are,
to be fair, depleted reserves

and start spending money
we haven't earned yet?

Money
we haven't earned yet?
Gentlemen.

Gold for the whores!

Billy.

Billy.

Billy.

Jesus.

What did I do?

Have some whores!

Drinks and whores!

We don't like thieves.

Beg pardon?

You shouldn't steal.

That's what happens.

I see that.

I'm hungry.

All right.
I'll see what I can do.

You mustn't steal.

He wasn't no thief,
Randall.

Here.

Not now.

Don't be stupid.

The schedule
is here on the island.

How do you know?

Whoever stole it
came back to read the log,

find out exactly
what it was they had.

Someone on that deck
out there is our thief.

Well, it can't be
one of our men.

How would they have
known to look for it?

And the men taken
from the prize were
all searched.

What?

The cook.
I found him hiding
in the armory

standing over a dead body.

Said it was suicide.

Did you search him?

Hold that boat.

There will be another.
I'm sure you're right, but--

I understand everyone
wants to get laid,

but we disembark
by seniority.

Perhaps if you made
the men some food,

it would take the edge
off the spree they're
about to go on.

Careful.

Unless you want everybody
to know what he's got.

Where the fuck
is he going?

Ah!

Ooh!

That kid must really
want to get laid.

Come on,
give us your hand.

I know it's late.

For Max.

What happened to you?

She worked late
with the Ranger crew.

Noonan know about this?
He's just gonna let it go?

50 pieces they paid her.

That's worth a few nicks
to the hull, wouldn't you say?

I have news.

Please tell me
it's the good kind.

A crew of 10
have just arrived
out of Carolina.

Captain's waiting for us
at the warehouse.

He bring a prize with him?

50 barrels of tobacco
and a fluyt's worth
of rare silks.

Let's go say hello.

I had hoped we'd have
a word first

before we start work.

You walked away
from me last night

and did something
very foolish

to a man whose temper
you can no longer afford
to provoke.

He moved on Flint.
I responded.

And what did
that accomplish?

It made me feel better.

Eleanor,

you can never forget
who these men are.

They are not our friends.

They are not our subjects.

They want
your father's business.

That is the only reason
we do not find their knives
at our throats.

Tell me you understand.

Be honest, is it bad?

5,000 pesos in pearls.

Don't leave much
in the reserves.

An investment,
if you'll allow.

Good morning, Captain.

What are you
up to, Jack?

There's been
a development.

It seems that Captain Flint
has for weeks

been chasing a piece
of information that would
enable the bearer

to know the precise
whereabouts of the Spanish
treasure galleon

Urca de Lima.

And you know this how?

Because the thief
who stole it from him

has offered
to sell it to me.

You've met this person?
His agent.

The thief's too smart
to show us his face.

He's asking 5,000 pesos
for a chance at five million.

I'm sorry, have I said
something funny?

You'd empty our reserves
to purchase what?

A scrap of paper
someone told you
may be worth something?

They have no reason
to lie to me.

They have 5,000 reasons
to lie to you.

Ugh.
Please tell me I don't
need to explain further.

Well, I doubt the crew
will share your sentiments

with what
they stand to gain.

Unless you have a score
of your own to present.

Or are we to sit here
patiently waiting for
Eleanor Guthrie to arrive,

place one at our feet?

Remind me how many leads
have the Guthries brought us

since you two
had your falling out?

Please tell me I don't
have to explain further.

Find me when Singleton's
back and it's done.

The fuck's his problem?

He thought that Flint
was the only one

standing in the way
of his being crowned king.

He thought wrong.

Hey, friend,
can you point me
to the blacksmith?

Which way to the butcher?
In the square.

I need a new shirt.

Hey, anybody know
where the cook went?

That way.
That way.

Oh, Jesus.

What do we do?

Don't get too comfortable
in there, you twats.

A couple of fucks
and you're back on this beach.

We got a score
to chase.

I want to fuck, Max.

Max.
Yes?

I want to fuck.
You know the rules.

That bitch keeps you
all to herself.

And she pays
for the privilege.

It's not fair.

It's not--
it's not f--

it's-- it's not fair.

It's not...

What are you doing?
Apologies.

Don't let me interrupt.

Wait your fucking turn!

Certainly.

Outside!

Okay.

Okay, this is
going to require
a bit of an explanation.

Fuck.

Come back later,
mon cher.

Have you no decency?

Who do you think
you are that you can
cost me this money?

Necessary,
I'm afraid.

We have a problem.

Flint's onto me.
And so you come here?

What if you were followed?
No, I was careful.

Careful?
You just told me
you've been caught.

Well, that's true.

You fucked me.

There's no need to panic.

We can still
make the deal and--

And then what?

How long before
Flint discovers
I had a part in this?

When a man
is being fucked,

he wants to know
whose cock was in him.

True, but by that time,

these two cocks
will be in a boat
halfway to Port Royal.

Port Royal?

After I get payment,
we meet at the boat

in the cove
and leave tonight.

Unless there's something
else keeping you here.

I was told Richard Guthrie
was the fence in Nassau.

Brought his ships
down from Boston.

Hides his plunder
in sugar barrels.

But unless he went
and sprouted tits,

you're not him.

I'm his daughter Eleanor.

I run the operation here
alongside my retainer
Mr. Scott.

A schoolgirl
and a sugar monkey.

We pay in coin,
trade, or credit

the moment your goods
enter my warehouse.

And while we're off
selling it at rates you
couldn't hope to match,

you and your men get to
enjoy the many pleasantries
Nassau has to offer.

And what will that
cost us exactly?

Around four reales
on the dollar.

Half our profits
go to you?

At first.

But the more you earn,
the better the terms.

Oh, you enjoy
setting terms, do you?

Since I sprouted tits.

Well, Port Royal
is not that far.

I think I'll keep
my haul and my profits.

No offense.
None taken.

Though you might want
to keep that decision
to yourself.

And why is that?

Because the last fool
who turned her down

was never seen
or heard from again.

Though the same can't
be said for his plunder.

A seller brought it
to Mistress Guthrie
the very next day.

And that seller
would be you?

Well, perhaps you'll find me
more of a match

than that other
craven bastard.

James Bridge
of the Demeter.

Charles Vane
of the Ranger.

The Negro gentleman
takes our goods, does he?

Come on.
We're off. Come on.
Let's go.

That wasn't necessary.

But fun,
nonetheless.

I'd like a word
in private.

We have some business
to get sorted.

Wonderful.

I don't have time for this,
so if there's something--

I want to talk
about our business.

I noticed lately
that my crew

hasn't been given the same
kind of information from you

about potential prizes
that we once did.

That others
currently do receive.

You've noticed that,
have you?

I believe it
to be personal

and I'd like
to put an end to it.

Things were better--
are better

for the both of us

when you and I are on
the same side of things.

I would like
to return to that.

You have an odd way
of showing it.

Excuse me?

I have
responsibilities here--

commerce to oversee,
profits to maintain.

The idea that I would
withhold valuable leads

for personal reasons
is fucking absurd.

Is that so?

I stopped providing you
with intelligence

because I don't like
the way you run your ship.

Your men
are undisciplined, unruly.

For as much money
as they bring in, they cause
twice as much damage.

They're fucking animals.
You encourage it.

And that makes you
a poor investment.

You expect me to believe
this is about business?

I don't give a fuck
what you believe.

I know that last night--
last night,

you killed a member of a crew
that has value to me

in order to depose a captain
that has value to me.

And now not only do you
expect to be forgiven,

you wish to be
rewarded for it.

Flint's so weak he needed
protection from you

and I'm the poor investment?

From where I sit,
you coming here

means one of two things.

Either you're under
the illusion that
with Flint gone,

I have no other choice
than to give you what you want

or you think because
you and I used to fuck,

you can cross me
without any consequences.

I'm not sure
which of the two
is more stupid.

Be careful, Eleanor.

Fuck you, Charles.

Captain says
we're gonna be rich!

Son of a bitch.
You made it.

I did.

What happened?
I thought Singleton
had the votes.

Turns out Mr. Singleton
was unfit for command.

We have more
pressing issues
to attend to.

Shall I wait?

Captain Vane
was just leaving.

Hey, what the fuck
happened on that ship?

Where is Singleton?

Fruit. Fruit.

Tits. Tits.

Plant. Plant.

It's the fucking same.

Yes, Captain, I'm sure
they look the same.

What the hell
are you doing?

Watch this.

As I explained,
this is the work
of Adriaen Hanneman.

A masterwork,
unmistakably.

This is an abomination.

To suggest that the value
of one has any bearing
on the other

simply strains
the very bounds of reason.

Fruit. Fruit.

Tits. Tits.

I love this town.

I'm so glad
you're entertained.

I'm sorry, weren't we
supposed to be looking
for the cook?

We are.
Any luck?

No, and I've looked
all over.

Meanwhile, you haven't moved
from this stump all day.

Billy,

take a load off.

Fruit. Fruit.
Tits. Tits.

Plant. Plant.

I've always been
straight with you,
haven't I?

Never lied.
Never hedged.

You did the right thing.

Yesterday when you
sent me with the captain
to Harbour Island,

you told me to restrain him
if he tried to go too far.

I did.

Singleton wasn't a thief.

Flint baited him
into that fight,
then he killed him.

That's not going too far?

Singleton was no saint.

That's not the point.
The point is I lied
to my own crew

to protect the captain.

You lied to protect
the crew.

You saw
the Scarborough, mate.

You know what's coming.

We can't thieve forever.

Flint said

we need a king.

Is that what you think?

I think we need
something.

Five million pieces
is a good place to start.

I guess we just
keep looking, then.

No need.

There's a man up there.
Where?

The brothel.
Ah, the brothel.

Take them inside.

Why are we following
the appraiser?

Because if I'm this cook
and I want to sell
the schedule

and leave this
place a rich man,
I need two things--

I need a boat and I need
a method of payment.

A method of payment?

What about gold coins?

Gold is too heavy,
attracts too much attention.

So I need
a bill of exchange

or--
Jewels.

I was thinking pearls.

And I'd want
to know the exact value
of what I'm getting.

Mr. Gates.

Hello, boys.

Where the fuck
have you two been?

Come join us.

We'll be right with you.

Any chance he's up
for a quick fuck?

With Anne Bonny
standing guard?

Excellent luster
and orient.

Rest assured, young lady,
the quality is quite good.

200 pieces of eight
at any clearinghouse
in the civilized colonies.

And the rest of them?

No offense.
None taken.

Sure I can't suck your cock
while you do that?

Uh, thank you, no.

Use my hand?
Sing you a song?

Something worth
paying money for?

Fucking peepers.

My father's under arrest?

A fugitive, technically.

I have him on the Walrus.

He was injured in the escape,
but he'll survive.

Unfortunately,
the same can't be said
for his reputation.

This is impossible.

He's been bribing
the Lords Proprietor
for years.

They've agreed to make
him governor here.

It would appear they've had
a change of heart.

You don't seem
concerned about this.

I never much liked
your father.

Too caught up
in appearances.

She's not talking about
your opinion of the man.

Once news spreads
of Mr. Guthrie's arrest,

our operation here
will no longer be viable.

No legitimate port
will have us.

And his ships,
the ships that take
your cargo to market,

if they are not
impounded already,

will be on their way
back to Boston.

Captain,
we are finished here.

Under normal circumstances,
I'd agree with you.

However...
However what?

Let me tell you a story

about a Spaniard
named Vazquez.

Happy to be of service.

Thank you for your patience
in these matters.

You understand my partner
simply wishes to be careful.

I wouldn't fault him
in the slightest.

Now, shall we
discuss delivery?

The wrecks at sundown.

Once he sees the pouch
with the seal unbroken,

he will hand over
the page.

Is something wrong?

It's unclear
which is more appealing,

your beauty
or your intelligence.

You are very kind,
monsieur.

Well, let's not
get carried away.

You.

Is there a problem,
Captain?

She doesn't have your page.
Flint does.

He killed Singleton,
took it off his body.

His crew's skipping around
the island like the prize
is as good as theirs.

That is impossible.
My partner has the page.

What?
Mr. Singleton is not
the seller, I assure you.

What did you just say?
Charles.

Shut up, Jack.
You really want
to keep pushing this?

Play me for a fool?
You are mistaken.

Yeah, the fuck I am.

I need a weapon.

Tell me the truth.

The page is gone.
No.

Do you have a candlestick

or perhaps a heavy shoe?

That'll do.
Play me for
a fucking fool?

You are mistaken.
Yeah, the fuck I am.

Don't fucking lie to me!

She isn't lying, Charles.
Flint is.

What?
He lost the page.

So what does he do?
He bluffs.

He makes Singleton
the thief and kills him

to prevent
counterargument,

putting a tidy end
to his mutiny in the process,

then hopes he can recover it
before anyone's the wiser.

Honestly, Charles, are we
to believe that Singleton,

while conspiring with you
to depose Flint,

was using this whore
to try and bilk your crew
out of its money?

Say what you want
about Singleton,

but he was neither
that clever nor that dumb.

Now will you please
put her down so we can
complete our transaction?

Is that what you thought?
You could fuck us out
of our money

and then hide
behind Eleanor?

You think I'd really
let that happen?

You think I'm that
fucking pathetic?

Jesus, lady.

Unless Mr. Singleton
rose from the grave
to eavesdrop on us...

it would appear
she's telling the truth.

If he's wrong about this,
he'll answer to our crew.

If you're lying,
you'll answer to me.

Yes, all right.

The Urca de Lima?

That's correct.

You're talking about
a floating castle.

No one has ever
taken a treasure galleon
like that as a prize.

Let me worry
about hunting her.

It's what comes after
for which I'll need your help.

After?
Why return at all
to Nassau?

With money like that
and my father out of
business, why not run?

What's coming our way
can't be outrun.

But with the money
I strip from the Hulk,

we could add 50 guns
to the fort.

We could build ships
to defend our shores

and train new men
to sail them.

We could work the land,

grow crops
and raise cattle.

Then whoever arrives
on our shores first,

be it England or Spain,

will be in for a most
unwelcome surprise.

A nation of thieves.

You have your doubts?

Of turning pirates
into farmers and soldiers?

Of fighting a war
against Whitehall

from a sliver
in the Atlantic?

Doubt, Captain Flint,

does not begin to describe
how I am feeling.

If there's to be
a war, that will be
Whitehall's choice.

I'd settle for a pardon,
title on lands,

and a governor
that I could trust.

And so would most
of the men out there.

They're not animals,
Mr. Scott.

They're men
starved of hope.

Give that back to them,

who's to say
what could happen?

Why do this?

Why here?

Odysseus, on his journey
home to Ithaca,

was visited by a ghost.

The ghost tells him
that once he reaches his home,

once he slays
all his enemies

and sets his house
in order,

he must do one last thing
before he can rest.

The ghost tells him
to pick up an oar

and walk inland.

And keep walking

until somebody mistakes
that oar for a shovel.

For that would be
the place that no man

had ever been troubled
by the sea.

And that's where
he'd find peace.

In the end,
that's all I want.

To walk away from the sea
and find some peace.

I think we found it.

Found what?

The Urca's schedule
was taken from me.

When were you planning
on mentioning that?

Everything's under control.
We're close to recovering it.

Vane just met with Frasier
at the brothel.

I assume he's the buyer.

We missed the thief,
but he's using a whore
as a go-between.

I left Billy
to keep an eye on things.

If we get moving,
there's half a chance
to get in front of this.

Find the cook...

Good. Maybe you
can get her to talk.

I'm fine.
Huh, the fuck you are.

She nearly got herself
killed by Captain Vane.

I want to know why.

Leave us alone, Noonan.

Come on.

Max, I--
I'm glad you are here.

I was going to send
word for you.

You and I have
a decision to make

and it must be made
right now.

I'm about to receive
a great deal of money
for a service I provided.

Max, I need you
to give me the schedule.

Flint's schedule.

When you were talking
this morning about being free

from Noonan, that's what
you meant, wasn't it?

How do you know this?

It doesn't matter.

Max, Flint needs that page.

The money he can get
from his prize,

it can give this place a future.
It can give us a future here.

If the page
isn't delivered to Vane,

he will kill me.

I can protect you.

Scott can protect you.
You have to trust me.

Leave with me.

What?
I have a boat waiting.

I will have enough money
for us to start anew.

But I can't leave here.
Why not?

Because I've spent my life

trying to build
something here.

It's all I have.
I can't just walk away.

It is not all you have!

Eleanor, this place
is just sand.

It cannot love you back.

You know this.
You must know this.

Your father left you.

Your mother
was taken from you.

Everyone you have
ever loved you have lost

and it terrifies you.

But not me.

I will never,
ever leave you.

I love you.

Miss Guthrie.

You brought them here?
I...

Come with me.
Right now.

The boat is waiting.
We can be free
of this place.

We can have a life
together.

And it can start
this very minute.

All you have to do
is say yes.

Set us both free.

Come in.

Max, I need you to tell me
where the page is.

And if I don't,
then what?

This doesn't have
to go badly.

I want her to say it.

I want her to say that
she would sit there and watch

as you beat the answer
out of me to save this place.

Say it.

Say it.

The wrecks at sundown.

Max, please.
Get the fuck out.

I meant what I said.
I can protect you.

Get the fuck out!

Frightened, Jack?
Please.

There's nothing in there
but opium addicts,

lunatics,
and men who thought themselves
too good to wear a condom.

The pearls.

He says you give me
the pearls.

Did he say anything else?

No.
I want him out here.

Captain.

I know
you can hear me!

You want your money,
you show your fucking face!

That's the only way
this gets done.

Captain, I'm afraid
our friend out there

has all the leverage
in this particular
situation.

Now, we can rail and shout
and stamp our feet,

but that doesn't change
the fact that unless
we give this fellow--

You were saying?

Now, come out here
and face me

or these pearls go back
where they belong!

Fuck.

Charles, it is important

this deal
goes through tonight.

This is a potential prize
that changes everything for us.

Do not scuttle it by--

He says you give me
the pearls.

Ah!

Where's the page?
You can't have it.

Not at the moment.
And, please, we should go.

Where have you hidden it?

You're looking at it.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

Well, I couldn't be
certain I would escape
both the madman and you,

so I took
drastic measures

for the sake
of my survival.

Your schedule is up here.

Fuck!

You don't
have to do this.

Mr. Noonan has men
at your door.

And Guthrie's put
three more downstairs.

Vane can't get
to you here.

I know.

But I cannot stay.

Will you help me?

Meet our thief.

Why is he still alive?
It's a long story.

Do you mind if we stash
him here for the night?

Billy can stand guard.

Flint will want
our answer in the morning.

I know you don't
approve of this,

but I need to do this.

I need it.

Please.

Stay with me.

All right.

Take off your boots.

I'll boil some water.