Lord Beckett
A piece of eight; nine of them, you say?
Mercer
Yes, sir. Our contact in Singapore was certain about that: Nine pieces of eight.
Beckett
What's the significance of that, I wonder?
Mercer
Does it matter? There's nothing that can hold against the armada, not with the Flying Dutchman at the lead.
Becket
Nothing we know of. Did your contact happen to mention where the Brethren are meeting?
Mercer
He was mum on that, sir.
Beckett
Then he knows the value of information...Better keep this between ourselves. We don't want anyone running off to Singapore, now do we? [Mercer glances back at Governor Swann]

