Black Sails

Your plan failed.

We're moving on to my plan.

Go get it. Bring it up here right now.

Go get what?

We had it in our hands.

This war was breathing air. It was alive.

Do not ask me to choose between a war and a wife.

Skeleton Island,

well outside the established trade route.

It's no accident that Billy chose it...

a place likely to put us all out of balance.

That man, I have it on good authority,

claims to have been to Skeleton Island, and can show us the way.

I find myself in need of a new partner.

If our cause is to survive,

some of us must find a way to keep our wits about us

on behalf of those who cannot.

I sent six of my men after him.

I instructed them to kill Captain Flint.

What are we looking at?

Nassau.

Thereabouts.

A few days over the horizon,

just waiting for us.

Can't you see it?

After I just climbed that fucking hill,

are you being serious right now?

In a few weeks time,

I will lead a pirate fleet of unprecedented strength over that horizon

into a battle of unprecedented importance.

With a little luck,

that battle will end with us taking Nassau and beginning a revolution.

I cannot do it without you.

So it would benefit all involved, you not the least,

if, when the battle begins, you aren't killed by the first fool

lucky enough to swing a sword your way.

You wanna teach me to fight?

I know you know how to fight.

I want to teach you how to fight and not die.

You'll have more control with that.

I know how you feel about being seen without the leg,

but when the fighting truly begins,

all that matters is what makes for the greatest...

advantage.

The men...

I have to manage how they see me.

I understand that's part of my job.

But for pride to be an issue between you and I...

well, I...

I think we're playing past that by now.

Don't you?

Hmm.

Do you really imagine a few weeks of this

is going to make much of a difference?

Am I not what I am at this point?

It's better than nothing.

Right.

You're not concerned about this?

Concerned?

Well, you say you'll be teaching me to fight.

But if every man fights differently,

seems to me what you'll really be teaching me

is how to defeat you.

I'll take my chances.

Shall we?

Tell me you know where they are.

Laid eyes on Flint and the other just as we entered the trees.

At some distance, but we saw them.

Sent the men after them.

Carrying that chest, they won't get far.

Well, Flint doesn't need to get far.

All he needs is to bury that gold somewhere unknown and he's won.

How long did he give you?

The governor.

He said I have till sunrise tomorrow to return the cache.

But I don't think we're going to have that long.

He gave me the time for his benefit, not mine.

He's preparing to make a move.

I know not what, but he's preparing for it.

And there's little I can do about it until I secure that chest

and have it to bargain with.

Which one of them is going to prevail?

Which one?

Mr. Silver assures me he can retrieve the cache from Flint

and resume our transaction on its original terms.

If he is incorrect...

I will have some difficult choices to make.

You know the two of them.

Now that they're facing each other as opponents,

I'm asking what sort of outcome I should expect.

Silver has the men.

And...

Flint is on his own out there and disadvantaged.

That said...

Flint's been on his own and disadvantaged

countless times since I've known him.

And here we are.

Suppose what I'm saying is...

if I were you, I would assume the worst...

and act accordingly now while you know you still can.

My Lord, the mist is heavy.

It may be our best chance to move with minimal casualties.

I'd like to see her again.

She'll never accept your offer.

You are, for now,

a necessary evil here.

Do not test my patience.

Bring her up from below.

Now.

What's this?

We tracked him this far, but the trail splits in two.

Well, it seems he may intend to divide our numbers,

improve his chances.

If they say you know his mind as if it were your own,

we thought you might have a better idea

which way he went than we could.

How in the fuck would I know which way he decided to go?

All Flint needs is an hour, maybe less,

to conceal that chest in a way we couldn't hope to recover.

Every moment we stand here deliberating

is a moment closer to his victory.

The three of you, that way.

You, the other trail now!

He's right.

Flint likely seeks to separate them, gain an advantage.

I know.

So it's likely you've just sent

one of those two groups to their death.

As long as they expose his position.

I wonder if he knows...

just how much you learned from him.

Your opponent's wrist

is from whence the attack is born.

It is its past tense from which it cannot separate itself.

The end of the blade, where the attack arrives,

is its present tense,

which also cannot be denied.

You're still watching my eyes,

which is a good way of getting yourself killed.

How exactly is one supposed to watch

two points in space at the same time?

Practice.

All warfare is the same.

Two questions are of paramount importance...

who was my opponent yesterday,

and who is he today?

Answer those two questions, and there is very little he can...

hide from you.

What?

Who you were.

I have no idea who you were.

Not before we found you, at any rate.

Jesus Christ,

don't do that.

If you want to know where I come from, just ask.

I think I just did.

You know all there is to know.

I was born in Whitechapel, never knew my mother.

I had a wholly unremarkable youth.

- Spent most of it at a home for... - Home for boys.

I know, I know.

You, uh... you told me once or twice of your experiences there.

Except it isn't true.

Is it?

Why would you say that?

I remember when you first told me,

it sounded like a... invention.

About one story that bled into others

I'd heard told elsewhere to the crew.

I didn't think much of it at the time.

I suppose I assumed that if you ever became somebody worth knowing,

I'd learn the truth of it eventually.

Only...

in this moment, I'm realizing that never happened.

And what is of some concern to me is that...

despite how invested we each are in the future of the other...

you just told me that story again.

Why is that?

It isn't important.

All right.

Although, you know that isn't true either.

Why isn't it true?

I'm sorry, the more I try and dismiss this, I...

You know my story.

Thomas, Miranda, all of it.

Know the role it played in motivating me

to do the things that I've done,

the things I will do.

It has made me transparent to you.

Not only that, but when I told you this story,

you insinuated yourself into it.

The latest in a line of ill-fated partners,

situating yourself such that...

were you and I ever to come to blows...

I'd be forced to hesitate before doing you any harm.

- Slow down, I... - I'm not angry with you.

It's just...

you know my story.

And for some reason, I cannot figure...

I don't want you to know mine.