Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Prepare the guns. Execute anyone who won't fight.

You're a fuckin' lunatic, and I like it.

(Blackbeard sighs)

Not for that ponce and not for you.

-(winces) -It's just fucking hard sometimes, you know?

-(clattering) -Ah...

-It's... too many. -I have-- I, I have one gun and one knife.

Okay, would you blow into those flames there?

-Fab. -Izzy: Ed?

You don't get food when you've been invaded.

you're hearing...

Where is it? Oh.

but, really, if I could just...

There's no chaos. There's no drama.

Could be arranged.

Anyone got a problem with that?

-and trinkets. -Edward?

coupled with the... brisk westerly wind

Oh... that's some damn good marmalade.

And the children did that?

Goodbye, Stede.

when we could be doing this!

An open fire on a wooden vessel

We are to be lighthouses

I've had a few secret passages

Huh, nothing's changed.

and I want you to start...

I did not see that coming...

You were right, man. About all of it.

You got it all sussed out, don't you?

What do ya think?

Honestly, I would give all of this away.

Both: We need to be a lighthouse!

and when we've, once again,