s01e06 — A Hole in the Head

Tom: I need you to steal me a boat.
Tim: Again?
Tom: If you would.
Tim: I don't know why we keep doing it. We never go anywhere.

Nenna: You wasted no time, I see.
Rose: Well, I missed you.
Nenna: I'm sure you did.
Rose: Well, it's true.
Nenna: I don't see how it can be. You're bleeding me sapless.
Rose: Who says true had to be simple?

Blackbeard: So I kill what I can't trust, even if killing it might kill me? The thing about a sword is, a man has to know which end to grab it. Take it by the hilt, it's a friend you can trust. Take it by the edge—bites your fingers. Every tool is a weapon, Charlie. Depending on how skillfully it's handled but never give a sword to a man who can't dance.

Jagger: Strange to think that all this time, he's been wandering in daylight—the noonday demon in this paradise of his own devising. Of course, he tried the same thing before in Nassau. Do you recall? His republic of pirates. You can still see the watchtower he built at Fort Montagu... or what's left of it. That failure was a great disappoint to him, I know, because he'd been dreaming of such a thing all his life, ever since he saw his first cabin boy hanged, his first slave whipped to death, his first virgin raped by a hundred men.

Blackbeard: William Jagger will tear this island down and burn it, no matter if I am hanged and no matter if he is governor.
Tom: Then I'll kill him.
Blackbeard: I would be most obliged if you would.
Tom: Then you may consider it my final courtesy to you.

Blackbeard: It appears we share a worldview.
Tom: Fractionally, at best.
Blackbeard: For god's sake. Just concede you're my accomplice. Let's go drill a hole in my head and let the demons out.