Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This fog's as thick as stew.

So, this whole time you were a woman?

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

"The Gentleman Pirate."

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

but I think it was the right move.

I don't believe it.

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

I don't want a boat, Stede!

Wee John Feeney: Course she's not Jim.

-Shush. -Ah! Fuck!

I could probably show you a thing or two

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

because I was honored to work

You know how hard it is to find someone

I've managed your increasingly erratic moods,

-And guide them. -Blackbeard: Hmm.

-Careful of your face. -Mm!

from one hour forty-seven minutes,

They'll run smack into us.

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

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

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

But still be identifiable as Blackbeard.

(Blackbeard sniffs)

We could just talk to them.

I'm only gonna say this once.

I mean, you wanted to be Blackbeard,

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

(imitates foghorn)

The color of this morning's sky

(somber music playing)

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