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Odysseus, on his journey home to Ithaca, was visited by a ghost. The ghost tells him that once he reaches his home, once he slays all his enemies and sets his house in order, he must do one last thing before he can rest. The ghost tells him to pick up an oar and walk inland, and keep walking until somebody mistakes that oar for a shovel. For that would be the place that no man had ever been troubled by the sea, and that’s where he’d find peace. In the end that’s all I want. To walk away from the sea and find some peace.

When the king brands us p i r a t e s, he doesn’t mean to make us adversaries. He doesn’t mean to make us criminals. He means to make us m o n s t e r s. For that’s the only way his god-fearing, tax-paying subjects can make sense of men who keep what is theirs and fear no one. When I say there’s a war coming, I don’t mean with the Scarborough, I don’t mean with King George or England. Civilization is coming, and it means to e x t e r m i n a t e us. (insp)

Naval, more specifically. One of their top agents in the Americas. Responsible for the security of one particular ship. A ship with a cargo so rich, the king of Spain is very anxious to see it launched. Vazquez warned that it was too late. Storm season was upon them and no escort could be mustered to guard her, but his superiors demanded that he sign off. They advised him that if he couldn’t arrange for an escort, he should plot a course for the ship unknown to anyone but her captain and consider that route to be a state secret of the highest order. When Vazquez refused and threated to report his concerns to the court, things got ugly. The ship in question... L’Urca de Lima. The largest Spanish treasure galleon in the Americas.

...some of those demons I’ve come to know. but the one in whose name this war is to be fought… is still a mystery to me. before this war actually begins, I’m asking where it actually began. will you tell me?

Is this English soil? It was once. Now it ain't. Whose is it? Ours!

Well, at first I thought I’ll have to bear this weight by myself, but when my knees were getting weak and I was in need of h e l p. You were there to take away the p a i n that I felt. You’re the only one that gave me hope. You’re the only one who really knows.

When the king brands us, p i r a t e s, he doesn't mean to make us adversaries. He doesn't mean to make us criminals. He means to make us m o n s t e r s. For that's the only way his God-fearing, taxpaying subjects can make sense of men who keep what is theirs and fear no one. When I say there's a w a r coming, I don't mean with the Scarborough. I don't mean with King George or England. Civilization is coming and it means to exterminate us. If we are to s u r v i v e, we must unite behind our own k i n g.

her word will be the last word for this place.