#bs 4.07

I'm sure you do. The last thing I need to overhear when Mr. Guthrie rejects our proposal is, uh... [imitating Max] Uh, Monsieur Constable, what sort of reward might one expect for aiding in 'zhe capture of a notorious pirate captain, such as, say, oh, Jack Rackham? Really? 'Zhat much? Huh. Well, what do you know? 'Zhere' he is. [normal accent] You'll stay here. I'll be back. You, let's go.

What happens when our enemy realizes that all it needs to do to defeat us is to take away that common cause? Turn one against the other. And when that happens, as it is all but certain to do... Which of us standing here are likely to be the ones who benefit and which the ones sold back into their chains?

Eleanor died fighting. As will I.