Blackbeard: So, it's what, then? House arrest, I suppose?
Oswald Eisengrim: If you'd agree to it, sir, without gratuitous bloodshed.
Blackbeard: At what point does bloodshed become gratuitous?
Oswald Eisengrim: You're who you are sir, and you're fearsome. But you're also one man. We are many.
Blackbeard: Hmm. Then let me make this suggestion, Oswald. Lay a hand on me, and let's see how swiftly a two-handed fellow such as yourself can be rendered undexterous. Shall we?
Blackbeard: Let them come, we'll eat them alive.
Oswald Eisengrim: How do we achieve this thing?
Blackbeard: How? Because thankless dog that you may be, Oswald, I take one of you at my side to one hundred of them and count my victory assured. And that goes for every man and woman on this island. To any monarch, king, sultan, Pope, despot, or emperor, you are no more than a means to an end. A means to acquire riches, a means to acquire power. But we are an end to our own selves. And only our own selves. We that stand are abject dogs and bastards, we are killers and malefactors, we are thieves and scum, and we are brothers and sisters. So... if they wish to make us their means, let them come and meet their end!
Blackbeard: And do you know what truth you fear, William? You came here craving my vengeance because without me, you have no meaning, but if I murder you, you live forever. A shadow cast by my light.
Blackbeard: You don't consider it a victory, then?
Tom: If victory it was, then may God save us from any more such victories.
Blackbeard: Every great city-state needs its founding myth, Mr. Lowe--Rome, Athens, Carthage. And this will be outs: a great battle against a wicked oppressor and impossible odds. Bonds of blood and brotherhood forged in the fire of conflict and sacrifice. What you saw today was not my revenge. It was a crucible, the birth of a nation.
Tom: You do so yearn to be free, Commodore, yet I never saw a man more shackled.
Blackbeard: To what am I shackled?
Blackbeard: I suppose you've come here to address this monstrous imperfection?
Tom: Yes. I'm here to take your island, Edward.
Blackbeard: Then forgive me if I feel compelled to rip the heart from your chest.