indeed.
Mr. Blake!
- Sir?
- Get this tub about!
- To go where, sir?
- Williamson's mission.
- What for? What about the cargo?
- What about it?
It pays the way.
A lot of things pay the way, Mr. Blake,
and a hell of a lot better, too.
Aye, aye, sir.
Prepare to go about!
My dear children and fellow Christians,
today we are most fortunate
and blessed on our little island.
For this occasion,
my dear nephew, Nathaniel,
and his beautiful young bride, Sophie,
have journeyed from far across the seas
to be with us
here at Wakaya.
Come on, lads.
The Good Book served you well,
didn't it?
Bloody old fool.
Get her back!
Can't trust women
even when they're dead.
No. Let go!
Help! Help!
What happened?
Gone.
All gone.
White man.
Blackbird.
Hayes.
Bully Hayes!
Oh, that's wonderful.
Reverend!
Nathaniel!
Miss Sophie!
Halt!
- Captain Pease?
- Yep.
I'm Count Heinrich Von Rittenberg.
I represent His Majesty Kaiser Wilhelm.
Is there somewhere
we can hold a discussion?
Yeah.
- Come this way, Captain.
- Count.
Whatever.
Mr. Pease, the slave trade
has been abolished
in every civilized land.
Oh, them ain't slaves, Captain.
Contract laborers,
and I've got the contract somewhere.
I'll show them to you sometime.
I hope so.
What's up, Captain?
Don't you trust your business partner?
My country is interested to make
much bigger
the scope of its global influence.
Specifically in this region.
Yeah, it's nice around here, isn't it?
We wish to establish coaling stations
for our ships.
- The new "thunder-barges," eh?
- Steam-powered warships, Mr. Pease.
And good anchorage, like Ponape,
is what empires are built around, huh?
We intend to sign and honor a treaty.
King Oatopi of Ponape
never signed a treaty with nobody.
He's an evil bastard.
Practices incest on his own offspring.
Eats human flesh.
Sacrifices his enemies.
You ever show your pink,
little behind around there,
he'll have you screwed, tattooed
and served up
with an apple in your mouth.
Mr. Pease, I have the whole
of the German Empire at my support.
He'll eat them, too.
Now the point of the matter is,
Captain, you need me.
Me and the King
are practically brothers.
What's your price?
Five hundred gold marks.
I wouldn't piss for 500 gold marks.
- What would you...
- Never mind. You couldn't afford it.
But I'll get you your treaty with the King,
for 5,000 gold marks.
Let me go, or I'll kill him!
I'm very serious.
Now, what'll you offer me, missy?
Hello, hello!
Hello, hello! Over here!
- Rats!
- Mr. Blake.
What do you make of that?
Looks like a man walking on water,
don't it?
Hello!
Ho! Over here!
- A weird sight, sir.
- That's the Reverend Nathaniel, boys.
What? How on earth
did he get out here?
- It's a miracle.
- Bloody hell!
I've robbed the bleeding messiah!
Ask him to walk over here to us!
If he can't do it, send a boat.
Welcome aboard, Reverend.
The good Lord is with you today.
Hayes, Hayes,
- you murderer!
- Stop it! No!
Bloody hell, get him! Bloody hell!
- What the hell's got into you, Reverend?
- You murderer! You filthy murderer!
- He ain't that filthy.
- You killed my family!
You've taken Sophie! What did you
do to her, you blackbirder?
- He ain't no blackbirder!
- Kill him, Captain.
- Slowly!
- You should try the whip, Captain.
- Go on then, do it!
- You got the wrong man, Reverend.
There's no blackbirds
and no Sophie aboard this ship.
Let him go, boys.
Then where is she?
I think you know.
I pray to God I do, son.
Take him below.
- There, you'll need those.
- Thank you.
You still think I did it, don't you?
What proof do I have that you didn't?
Your blackbird sign
is all over that island.
You're well known as a liar,
a cheat, a swindler.
Don't forget bigamous and barrater
and buccaneer, extortionist,
trickster, bamboozler,
music-hall entertainer
and master mariner.
And blackbirder.
The man who raided your island
was Ben Pease.
- Who?
-