Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Izzy?
Where are you going?
(children laughing)
No bother.
And when we traced him to a Spanish warship, I attacked that ship,
Oluwande: This is why you do not doubt Captain Blackbeard!
made me think we'd be safe.
In three, two, one, blow!
I'm bored out of my skull, man. Is this all there is?
(scoffs)
(snoring continues)
make 'em repair the ship, execute 'em.
52, 53-- Oh god, shit. 50--
Look at that!
-My crew! -Shh!
-Happy anniversary, darling. -(gasps)
Stede?
Izzy, Izzy, Izzy, Izzy, Izzy. Look out there. Those clouds.
-Frenchie: Yeah, good ol' Jim. -So just... keep calling me Jim.
it could be for love.
Mm, kinda the job. They're pirates.
I've massaged this crew when they were worried about your judgment.
-What is even happening right now? -Blackbeard: I know.
I haven't died yet, have I?
Izzy: Right.
I should take a leaf out of your book.
Look it. There's two chandeliers.
we've massacred all their men.
I suppose it could be me, yeah.
Never thought about it like that, yeah.
-Izzy... -(bird squawking)
Mary?
♪ Oh, my boat is empty
Frankfurters, yes. Exactly.
And here you come with your library,
Agreed.
Look at that. There's one, two, three, four...
what do you think?
For eternity.
(speaking Spanish)
Look at this bunch!
Blackbeard: And fetch us a cold rag, would you?
-(quiet laughter) -Hey, guys.
Do they look like frankfurters to you?
to pursue a life of leisure.
No, I'm not a mute.
(horn blows)
-W-W-We talk. -The crew's gonna die.
You know, I thought he'd be taller.
Those of you who can swim would be wise to do it now.
-Ooh! -Ivan! Fang!
♪ Oh, the sand is clean
Lots of blubbering for their God.
-I mean-- -Get what stopped?!
unpleasant shell of a man
he's on Blackbeard's ship.
You know, the French call it-- Hey! Hey, hey, hey.
S-Sorry, uh, didn't mean to bother you.
because they are indeed clouds,
(both sigh)