Black Sails

I am suggesting that we help each other

by an alliance of pirates and slaves,

bring down Nassau, maybe bring it all down.

My name is Woodes Rogers,

and I am the next governor of New Providence Island.

Spain... what did you have to promise them?

That I would secure the remains of the Urca de Lima's gold

and return it to Havana.

- You set aside some of the gold? - She did.

- How much? - Mm.

A cache of gems.

Spain is willing to burn Nassau to the ground.

The only way Rogers can prevent this

is to find the cache and return it,

which means if we were to find it first,

we could dictate what happens next.

Where's Vane?

The militia arrived before he could get away.

We had no choice but to run.

You cannot stay.

The war is going to follow that chest.

I'll go back and address the situation.

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

that the resistance against the English

feels compelled to rally around.

When he's ready, he'll step into the role

we've created for him.

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

Long John Silver.

It's a hard thing to look your successor in the eye.

But as far as successors go, your mother could do far worse.

Charles is dead.

Governor in Nassau hung him in the square.

The resistance in Nassau is now underway.

I think you and I both know who it was

that fashioned that noose.

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.

Tell your governor!

You tell him I'm coming!

"And the Lord said unto Rebecca,

"two nations are in thy womb.

"Two peoples within you who shall be divided.

"One shall be stronger than the other.

"And the older shall serve the younger."

Twins...

as close as two things can get to being the same one,

and what's the first thing they do to each other?

Fight over who gets to be the first one

to see the light of day.

And here I sit at the head of an army of men,

each of whom, present company included,

has probably at some point considered

killing the man he now fights alongside,

each of whom, present company included,

has certainly considered killing me.

If it makes you feel any better,

I haven't considered killing you in months.

A little bit.

We're so close.

So very close.

If we can just hold this alliance together

just a little longer, if we can just...

will it forward just a little more...

And nothing will ever be the same for anyone ever again.

You and I have willed our men through unthinkable things

to get this far.

Why not one more?

To call Nassau home again.

Two flags on the starboard bow!

There's no sign of the alarm being raised.

Is it possible they trust our false colors?

Well, anything's possible, but I wouldn't count on it.

Maintain our current approach, present heading.

Prepare to take courses.

Aye, Captain.

Maintain course.

All hands, stand by to change course.

Lookout reports had five two-masted vessels

in the harbor while you were below.

That's what Billy's information suggested we should expect.

I want more men in the yard.

With the governor's naval consort gone

and the fort lightly armed, if at all,

they won't be able to prevent us from making our landing today.

Hmm.

Keep the course.

Stay with the land.

You still don't trust him, do you?

I understand why you do.

I don't believe that's what I asked.

I don't believe you want me to answer what you've asked.

We are in sight of the end of this journey,

and he's still worried this alliance all falls apart

before we get there.

Please don't give him any more reason

to indulge that feeling.

Gun crews, prepare the starboard batteries, double shot!

Sharpen up the yards now.

And clew our courses as we approach the harbor.

Helm, once we've cleared the reefs,

head up two points so that we might begin our run.

Aye, sir.

One of us should probably say something.

About what?

I don't know, the moment?

Remind the men in whose name this fight is to be fought?

You think they've forgotten?

No, but we are emotional beings, after all,

and rhetoric is the fuel that feeds the fire.

For 10,000 years, a man anticipating conquest

- has stood before his army... - Do it.

Friends, a word before it all begins.

It's no wonder you don't say much.

If you please.

Lads, hey, listen up.

Thank you.

All of us have given some part of ourselves

to reach this moment.

Today, we reclaim what is ours.

And we seek retribution for what was taken from us.

Today there will be vengeance for the death of Charles Vane.

What is it?

The governor's sloops aren't moving.

Well, what would you have them doing?

Outgunned as they are, maybe nothing.

Maybe something.

What the hell does that mean?

The Revenge is almost in range of the fort.

No guns.

It's just as Billy said.

Standby the anchor!

And signal the Eagle to offer her larboard batteries

to hold those sloops at bay.

What the fuck is the Defiant doing?

Why is she cutting across our bow?

The Defiant's altering course!

Helm! Hard to starboard!

Hard over!

Trim in all the sails!

Brace up sharp!

Take the larboard bow! Move ahead!

- Let the sheets fly! - Let the sheets fly!

Let the sheets fly!

Let go of the line!

Watch out for the cannons!

Look out! Brace yourselves!

Can we get free?

Get to the guns!

Get the shots!

Looks like the barricade held, sir.

Your orders?

Open fire.

Eastern battery, open fire.

- Fire! - Fire!

Take cover!

- Fire! - Fire!

Brace ahead!

Signal the sloops to engage.

Engage the sloops!

Signal to pursue!

I'm giving the order!

Not yet.

If we don't get these men off the ship, they're dead.

If we don't find a way to harass those guns, everyone's dead.

Harass them with what?

The starboard guns can't elevate enough

to get anywhere near that fort.

All hands!

Reset the topsails and t'gallants!

Now!

Ready top sails!

Ready those guns!

T'gallants!

- Pull! Pull! - Put your backs into it!

Pull those lines!

Pull! Pull!

Top sails in the corner.

Top sails!

Reload with chain shot and target their canvas.

- Reload with chain shot! - Go!

Fire!

Gun crews!

On my mark!

Fire!

Ah!

Abandon ship! All hands!

Abandon ship!

Get the ladders over!

Get on the longboats.

What are you doing?

I'll be the slowest one.

Get on the ladder!

It's all right. Go.

Go!

Why aren't we moving in closer?