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What reward do you expect?

May it please Your Majesty...

Having forfeited me honor in that I was

forced to strike me colors to a pirate...

I want no reward but to regain it...

In the service of Your Majesty.

Unless it be, is it true...

That Lord Blayne's lands are estreated

and his title forfeit.

Yes.

All, well, all I ask is...

If I lay this renegade

nobleman by the heels...

Is that you honor the humble self...

With his castle and his lands.

Is that all you want, Captain Kidd?

Not a farthing more, Your Majesty.

The fellow treats of a title so lightly...

He must be bursting with noble blood.

Though I confess he keeps it well hid.

Aye sir, you can no more judge

of a man by his appearance...

Than you can judge the extent

of a nobleman's brains...

By the expensiveness of his wig.

Am I to suppose...

That the Captain of the King's Guard

would deign to fence...

With me?

Come, Captain.

Is your courage less than your wit?

Nay sir, I know nothing

of the fence.

You must come at me...

Quickly as though you'd kill me.

Very well then.

I ask pardon, Sire,

I've a hot head when roused.

I only meant to demonstrate.

And to good purpose, Captain.

Your Majesty is satisfied

with the Captain of our choosing?

I can think of none better.

I thank you, sir.

And now, Captain.

The main mission of your crew

will be to meet a great ship.

The Queda merchant...

Which is sailing from India

with vast treasures.

And to give her safe conduct,

in my name...

Past the perilous waters of Madagascar.

But Your Majesty...

Will her commander accept me letter of mark

as sufficient authority to...

You shall have a letter to our ambassador

Lord Fallsworth who's returning in her.

That he is to accept your protection.

And to submit to all matters pertaining

to the safety of the ship.

And her treasures, Sire.

Oh yes.

And now, Sire...

Me crew...

Your crew?

Captain Kidd wishes to recruit a crew

from the pirates...

Now under capital sentence

in Newgate and the Marshalsea.

A crew of condemned pirates?

Aye, Sire.

There's none would be so loyal...

Nor fight so desperately...

As cutthroats under sentence of death...

If they knew that at

the end of the voyage...

A Royal pardon would be in their pockets.

But I shall hold you accountable

for their good conduct.

Between their conduct

and mine, Your Majesty...

There will be little to choose.

And now, goodbye.

And God speed you.

I am but his unworthy sparrow.

I'd rather eat the bilge slime

from an African slaver.

Adam, don't let your temper

get you the lash again.

If I'm to hang I'll hang, but I'll go

to the gallows with clean guts at least.

Hey you!

What kind of stinking maggots meat is this?

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