Lyrics:

CAESAR:
Gangway —

BONNET:
A cargo of tea precisely what this ships has needed.
A fit plunder —

BLACKBEAD:
A profitable one at any rate.

CAESAR:
Captain. A letter’s come with it.

BONNET:
What is it?

BLACKBEARD:
So, this is how they fight us now.
A letter from his majesty the King.
No more gun-ships -- cat-mousing with the admiralty…
Just a parchment proclamation’s gonna tempt us all into normalcy
A Royal Act of Grace!
Fuck us all.

BONNET:
The King’s offered you a pardon?

BLACKBEARD:
All of us.

BONNET:
If it offends you, why not destroy it?

BLACKBEARD:
Shut up, old man.
Unfettered pardon’s nothing to piss on.
Georgie-Porgie-shit-in-his-eye says we ain’t gotta hang.
We could go home.
Take it all back.
You, me, Caesar, all of us.
Cursed if Blackbeard’s gonna be stuck a pirate till he’s as old as you.
Worse, forced to dance the hempen jig on some gallows

I choose life, Bonnet.

You don’t know fuck old man.
Wave my prick at the reaper any chance, course…
But forced to choose, I choose life.

BONNET:
You, Captain, a landsman?
You couldn’t bear a single day without blowing your own skull wide open from the sheer boredom.

BLACKBEARD:
There’s a snuff sucking governor in Carolina...
Politico so fat and greasy you can lick the bullshit from his seeping corrupted pores hypocritical. Fuck. With a pardon, an ex-pirate could get along just fine with that sort of company — I could get a letter of marquee, go a-privateering...

BONNET:
You can’t be serious.

BLACKBEARD:
Disappointed now? What do you expect, Captain Major Bonnet? — Go home. Back to that life so boring. It suits you.

BONNET:
Graciously, no thank you.

BLACKBEARD:
I’ve no use for an old fool. Caesar, post this to mainmast and tell the crew their Captain Blackbeard is takin’ his Majesty up on his generous offer. As for you. Take your pardon: Live. Stay here: I won’t be the one to kill you, but there’s no way you’ll make it from here to winter a breathing man.