The Bluff

Give us the goods and gold!

Captain Bodden! Pirate...

Burn the logbook.

Aye, Captain.

Steel yourself.

We are merchant fishermen!

We are...

Bastard.

Come on!

Good night, Captain.

That's right!

Captain on deck!

So many years have I searched these seas

looking for that which was stolen from me.

Tell me

how does a captain of a lowly merchant vessel

come by a piece of gold bearing my mark?

Who gave this to you?

How many lives do you think it's worth to protect them?

Hmm?

Shall we find out together?

Captain.

Ship's port of origin, sir.

The isle of Cayman Brac.

Bring Captain Bodden aboard

and give no quarter to the others.

These men have done nothing wrong.

Set the course, Quartermaster.

Set sail for Cayman Brac.

Hurry up, men.

- Shh. - For the Swiftsure

and all those still at sea,

so they know we shall never lose the light of hope that guides

our blessed sailors and Captain T.H. Bodden back home.

- Amen. - Amen.

Elizabeth.

Lizzy.

- Elizabeth. - Weston.

- Hey. - What are you doing here?

One last kiss...

My ship leaves in the morning.

Have you given any more thought to what we spoke of?

I've given it all my thoughts.

- And? - There are things to consider.

Uh-huh. And?

And...

Come here.

- Be quiet. - She's coming back?

- I don't know. Shh. - She's going to murder us.

Shh.

Get down.

Is that your sister?

Sister-in-law.

Ah. Damn it.

Lizzy!

This girl.

Weston.

- Shush. - Muma?

Is that you?

Issac. Careful, my boy.

Let's get those braces on.

Come.

Any sign of father's ship?

No.

Not even a passing schooner.

It's been

59 days now.

Hey.

Your father's been late his whole life.

Man late to our own wedding.

Ask me,

he is right on time, hmm?

Then why are they sending another vessel to go search for him?

Your Auntie Lizzy tell you that?

He will come home.

He always does.

Hmm?

Yeah.

I will pack my belongings and meet you by the cove at first light.

The cove.

- Mm-hmm. - Lizzy.

Hide, hide, quick.

Lizzy!

Morning, Ercell.

Morning's long gone.

Everything all right?

Of course. Why?

You were supposed to be watching the coconut sweets for Issac's birthday.

It slipped my mind.

- Oh, really? - Apologies.

I'll make another batch.

No need. I should've done it myself.

Nice day out.

Same as yesterday and pretty much every other day.

Never seen anyone so burdened to live in paradise.

I have spent my whole life on this tiny island.

Is it so bad that I long to see the sunrise

from another shore just once?

Have you ever felt that?

Too much work to daydream.

Also, watch what you say in front of Issac.

Don't kiss your teeth at me.

You're not my mother.

No wonder T.H. is always gone.

On this day to God we pray, bring Papa's ship this way.

Over the quiet great blue sea to enjoy this cake with me.

Lose the line! Let it go!

Now, what did I tell you about reading that?

Something is not right.

He promised to return before my birthday.

The sea is uncertain, my child.

Which is why your father left you a present, just in case he was late.

You want to see?

Here.

Jeezam peas.

Did Papa say where he got it?

He didn't.

Okay, okay. That's enough.

It's not a toy.

Get some rest, yeah?

Come here.

Lizzy.

Elizabeth.

This girl.

Hey, wake up. Come on, get up, get up, get up, get up.

- What's happening, Muma? - Shh.

Come on, let's go.

Ready?

Okay.

Let me help you.

Bonjour, Mrs. Bodden.

Hey.

Come on.

Good boy.

Stay still.

Yeah...

Who is there?

We're a peaceful family.

We want no trouble.

What a beautiful day it is today.

Come and look.

She got the hip.

Brother, are you hurt?

I'm fine.

Hey, hey, hey.

Where are you going?

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Is this it?

Huh?

- And she runs like a dog, huh? - Please.

Good girl.

Get the door.

And, you

you come here.

Good morning, Mrs. Bodden.

Where do you keep the money?

Behind the portrait.

Please.

The gold!

- Where is it?! - It's all we have.

What are you doing?

Money is money.

Oh, save some for me, huh?

Always, brother.

You behave.

She got me in the eye,

- that dirty woman. - Muma.

Muma's all right.

- Muma's all right. - Grab her!

- Bloody take her! - No!

- That's it! Take her now! - No. No.

This.

Where is the rest of this?

Who are you?

Need be, you break her bones.

Leave the face.

Hmm.

Pastor Bradley.

I cooking some turtle stew later. I know you love it.

Yeah.

Help you there, friend?

I am the Custode, and this is an emancipated British colony.

Kindly state your name, rank and allegiance.

Such a fragile thing, paradise.

One day sunshine, the next

a raging hurricane slams ashore like God's own fist.

Uh... I ask you again.

Name, rank, allegiance.

I come as my own emissary,

a humble brethren of the sea,

here to offer shelter from the storm.

Captain Francisco Connor.

- Snap your oars, lads! - Hey!

Break your backs!

- And heave! - Hey!

Weston?

Do not mess about!

Harbormaster!

Look to the headland!

Get all the people into the church.