#bs 4.01

A little bit.

I know, too. Three men know the resting place of the chest, and one woman. He told it to me before we left home. It would be preferable if there were one voice to govern here tomorrow, but I don't think it's going to be quite so simple. There will be no pirate king here. Of that much, I am certain.

You looked into my mother's eyes and you said a great war lay ahead of us, one in which pirates and slaves would stand together and strike a blow that might shake the very foundation of the British Empire. Now our ships are gone, our army is fractured, battered, and beaten. And the only man among you I trusted is dead. I'm asking you if this war died with him.