Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So, this whole time you were a woman?

I could probably show you a thing or two

because I was honored to work

but I think it was the right move.

-What happens to you? -I'm not even here.

You know how hard it is to find someone

-What's that, mate? -It's September the 1st.

(imitates foghorn)

Yes! We always need a fuckin' plan, all right?!

These wee black dots look about Spanish to me. What do you think?

-Careful of your face. -Mm!

-And guide them. -Blackbeard: Hmm.

(somber music playing)

I mean, you wanted to be Blackbeard,

-I painted it. -But they-- Hm?

-(door shuts) -Alls I know is women are bad luck on ships.

I don't want a boat, Stede!

Wee John Feeney: Course she's not Jim.

I've managed your increasingly erratic moods,

-Shush. -Ah! Fuck!

But still be identifiable as Blackbeard.

Wee John Feeney: We have a serious question to ask you.

from one hour forty-seven minutes,

I'm only gonna say this once.

(Blackbeard sniffs)

We could just talk to them.

-I didn't mean to upset you. -No, it's not you. It's...

They'll run smack into us.

-I'll get it stopped. -Get what stopped?

This fog's as thick as stew.

I don't believe it.

"The Gentleman Pirate."

The color of this morning's sky