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by Jeremy Pitt, who can so testify.

Master Pitt will testify.

He that is himself a confessed traitor.

-ls that your witness?

-There is also Andrew Baynes.

Master Baynes

will have enough testifying...

in a useless effort

to keep his own neck from the halter.

I can bring a hundred from Bridgwater,

the town where I live.

We've no time for all this.

lf these other traitors

are as stubborn as you...

I may sit here till the next assizes.

Very well, then.

There's a witness I'll give you

that you can't deny:

yourself, sir.

For if I'm not physician,

how is it I know that you're a dying man?

The death to which you're dooming

hundreds of poor men daily...

in a frantic effort to send their souls

to perdition before your own...

is a light pleasantry...

compared to the bleeding death

in the lungs...

to which the great Judge

has condemned you.

Now, fellow,

we'll be done with the witnesses...

and I will convict you

out of your own rascally mouth.

When this Pitt came to summon you,

as you claim...

did you know you were called

to attend another rebel?

My business was with his wounds,

not his politics.

Did you know the law...

that any person who does

knowingly receive, harbor, comfort...

or succor a rebel

is as guilty as if he himself bore arms?

I only knew my sacred duty as a physician.

Your sacred duty, rogue, is to your king!

I thought it was to my fellow man.

lt's a fearful thing

to send a man's soul to perdition...

but I am bound by my conscience...

and my love of my king to deal out justice.

Therefore, I instruct you,

gentlemen of the jury...

that inasmuch as Peter Blood

has admitted...

aiding a traitor to your king...

you do bring in a verdict of guilty...

that he may be hanged...

for the high treason he has committed.

What a creature must sit on the throne...

who lets a man like you

deal out his justice.

-Your Majesty.

-Sunderland, what brings you here?

These numerous hangings.

Splendid, aren't they?

We kill the rebels, we kill the rebellion.

Very true, Your Majesty...

but a foolish waste

of valuable human flesh.

How so?

Your Majesty's colonies in the West Indies

are urgently in need of slaves.

A healthy, vigorous man

can be reckoned worth from 10 to 20.

Splendid, Sunderland.

Send out word immediately that the King

is graciously pleased to command...

that all rebels convicted

but not yet hanged...

be gathered together...

and shipped by the first available boats

to the Americas.

Give us water!

There are men dying down here.

You'd think they'd take better care

of a valuable cargo like us.

Ahoy, the deck! Land sighted, Port Royal!

lt's a truly royal clemency we're granted,

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