Morgan's Aide: Sir Henry! I've just come from the jail, and all the prisoners have been liberated!
Sir Henry Morgan: What?! When did this happen?
Morgan's Aide: The jailer said, Blackbeard did it.
Sir Henry Morgan: Blackbeard? Blackbeard's dead.
Morgan's Aide: He ran a cutlass through the jailer, and he swears it was Blackbeard, with the eyes of a devil!
Sir Henry Morgan: [pounds the desk and jumps up] When did this happen?
Morgan's Aide: About three hours ago. The jailer's died.
Sir Henry Morgan: Blackbeard...
[almost to himself]
Sir Henry Morgan: Suppose Blackbeard, why should he want to enter the jail?
[snaps his fingers]
Sir Henry Morgan: To get a crew! What would he do with a crew when he got it?
[turns to his aide]
Sir Henry Morgan: Was his ship in the harbor when you came in?
Morgan's Aide: She was just sailing out!
Sir Henry Morgan: So that's it! The black-hearted butcher. He thinks he can hoodwink old Henry Morgan, well that's a game at which two can play. He might run from me... but he wouldn't run from the sight of a rich, Spanish galleon! So I think we'll have some devilment tonight in the Nicholas Channel. We'll take that galleon!... and use it as a bait for Blackbeard. When he closes on her, he'll find himself outgunned, outfought, outwitted, and dead as mutton! Come on, let's be at it!

Edwina Mansfield: [to Blackbeard] You slimy coward! You'd make the flesh crawl on a squid!