All language subtitles for The Black Swan - 1942 AAC.en

(MEN SINGING)

(SINGING CONTINUES)

(ENDS)

(SINGING BALLAD IN SPANISH)

MAN: 12:00!

12:00 and all is well!

The night is fair!

The wind is down!

And the commander's daughter
has recovered from the sickness!

12:00!

(SINGING CONTINUES)

12:00,

and the people of Guadela
are grateful for a night of peace!

God be thanked in his heaven

that midnight strikes
and all is well!

12:00!

12:00 and all is well!

12:00!

(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

(SHOUTING)

(WOMEN SCREAMING)

(LAUGHING)

(SCREAMING)

A poor haul,
but an easy one.

We'll do ourselves better
in Maracaibo.

What are you moping about?

Here. Drink this.

No?

(CHUCKLING)

Ahhh!

It was an easy scuffle,
Jamie-Boy.

-Aye, it was.
-Hey, what are you rubbing your nose for?

-I'm thinking on something.
-Out with it!

They're hanging
Captain Morgan this week,

hanging him on
the docks in London.

That's what I'm thinking on.

Anybody lets himself get caught and hung
is nobody to drink to.

To Captain Morgan, I say!

Hanging or walking,
he's a better man than the pack of us.

Give me that comb.

Let go of that, you!
Blast it!

(MUTTERING)

-(MEN SHOUTING)
-(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

(LAUGHING HEARTILY)

I must drink to this occasion,
Captain Waring.

We are not often honored
by such a distinguished visitor.

What a magnificent record.

Second in command to Henry Morgan

in the raid on Panama,

the sack of Maracaibo,
Portobelo, Trujillo!

Quite a busy little cutthroat
we have here.

But there is no mention of you
at the attack on Granada.

I was there, killing Spaniards.

The English dog still barks!
Is your memory improving?

Have you remembered
where Captain Morgan is?

Perfectly.

-Where is he?
-In England.

You lie.

I grant you England
is where he should be,

hanging from a gibbet
with the rest of you scum of the sea!

But I have word from our ambassador

that he escaped.

Your news delights me, Don Miguel.

Oh. And perhaps this
will delight you too.

A quarter of a turn!

Where were you planning
to meet Morgan?

On the far side of the moon.

Where is his ship?

Hull down and sailing through
your whiskers, Don Miguel.

A full turn!

Speak, you devil spawn,
before I quarter you!

(EXPLOSIONS)

-What is that?
-The devil looking after his own.

(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

¡Soldados, pronto!

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

Easy, my brave
bag of wind!

Tommy Blue!
Welcome to Corrientes!

Be with you in a minute,
Captain Jamie.

(GUNSHOT)

Hand over that sticker while I'm
in this loving mood. March!

Ho-ho! You're outnumbered. Me and Jamie
could outnumber your whole empire!

Take those stickers away
before they hurt themselves!

Came into the harbor
to get a barrel of water

and says to a fellow, says I,

"How's me old friend Don Miguel?"

"Well," says he, "the noble Spaniard
is entertaining people."

"Who?" says I. "Well, among his guests,"
says he, "is Jamie Waring."

"Well," says I,
"that's a party I've got to attend."

-So up we came.
-Ah. I'll thank you later.

But tell me, Tommy,
who's with you?

-How many ships have you got?
-Oh, two pretties, Jamie.

The second one's tacking in.
But let me tell you the good news first!

Never mind the news.
Get me that bottle of wine.

-Huh? Oh.
-Quick.

(MEN LAUGHING)

There's nothing like
a stretch on the rack to raise a thirst.

Would you want to be
laying down a minute, Jamie?

(EXHALES DEEPLY) No.

(MEN CONTINUE LAUGHING)

Keep a clear head, Tommy.
We've got work to do,

nice, pleasant work.

I'm a better man drunk
than sober for any kind of work!

You were admiring my bark,
Don Miguel.

-We'll see how you like my bite.
-But I'm unarmed.

It's lucky you are.
If you had a sword in your hand,

you'd be dead by now
and stiffer than the devil's tail.

-(LAUGHTER)
-Give me a hand! Put him on the rack!

-Here.
-Move! Get a move on!

Go on!

Have mercy, señor!
What are you going to do now?

I'm eager to return
your hospitality, Don Miguel.

-On the rack!
-Oh, no, no. Please, no.

-(MEN LAUGHING)
-(PROTESTING IN SPANISH)

(LAUGHING)

You'll hang for this!
You'll hang for this, all of you!

Your English governor...

In the name of God,
let me go! Let me go!

-Lord Denby! Lord Denby!
-A musical fellow, ain't he?

Your bark, Don Miguel,
is a little louder than mine.

(CHUCKLES)
Turn the wheel, my lads.

What say the poets?
"One good turn deserves another."

-(MEN LAUGHING)
-Stop that, you bloody thieves!

Unchain this man! I command you
in the name of King Charles.

And who may you be,
you bellowing rabbit?

-I'm Lord Denby, governor of Jamaica.
-Oh, Lord Denby.

You're the gentleman who brought Captain
Morgan to trial. I'm delighted to meet you.

And I'll see you hanging on Wapping
Executional Dock beside him.

-I'm laughing me sides out!
-March out, you renegade louts!

Renegade!
You yellow turncoat!

Befriending the Spanish
and hanging your own countrymen!

Lay down your arms! England and Spain
are at peace. A treaty has been signed.

Where was it signed,
Lord Denby, on that rack?

Men, here's a rope-maker
for your necks,

the little English hangman
from Jamaica.

Up the rope he goes!
Up he goes.

Oh, I'm glad to see
Jamie is here.

-Give me a rope, somebody!
-No, no, Tommy.

-No rope for him.
-Oh, let me hang him, Jamie.

No. The rope's for gentlemen
with brave hearts.

The vault's the place
for this English traitor.

Lock him away, boys,
with all his Spanish friends.

You'll hang, all of you!

March him off!
Chain him to the wall!

Let him rot
in the Spanish damp.

You sea rats! I command you
in His Majesty's name!

-Your commanding days are over, my lord.
-(GROANS)

(MEN LAUGHING)

(LAUGHS)

(GASPS) I'm laughing me sides out!

Put away that bottle, Tommy.
There's treasure to load.

This is a ripe and juicy castle.

Here, you guzzler!
Take this!

-Make yourself a pretty pair of drawers!
-(BOTTLE SHATTERS)

Two ships, you said, huh?
We can load 'em both from this castle

and sail for Maracaibo!

Gut the whole Spanish Main,

strip it and leave it
like a horse's skull on the desert.

Look at him.

He's fainted.

Or is he just bored
with our presence?

-Close your eyes, Don Miguel.
-WOMAN: Father!

-The devil's asking for you.
-Father?

Where's my father?

The captain's share, gentlemen.
I bespeak it.

Where is he?

Stay away or I'll shoot!
I'm Lord Denby's daughter.

Ohhh. This is a windfall.
Lady Margaret, eh?

-Who are you?
-A sea rat,

a bit of ocean scum
doing His Majesty's dirty work,

killing the Spaniards to make room for
fat Englishmen and their nasty daughters.

Waring is my name, but those who love me
call me Jamie-Boy.

I'm not afraid of you
gallows dancers.

"Gallows dancers"?
A pretty phrase, milady.

Yes. I've seen your kind
dancing in the wind

with their necks stretched
like a lot of geese flying.

And I'll see you
that way too!

Where's my father?
Tell me or I'll shoot.

Your father is ornamenting
a dungeon wall, milady.

But you'll forget about him as soon as
you learn to call me Jamie-Boy.

(GRUNTING)
Let go of me, you brute!

I always sample a bottle of wine
before I buy it.

Let's have a sip,
see if you're worth taking along.

Oh! You wench!
Bite me, will you?

(MEN LAUGHING)

Strike me blind!
It's a ghost.

-Hello, Jamie-Boy.
-Captain Morgan!

Don't stand there gaping
like a halibut on a pier.

Henry!
What in the name of thunder?

-So you weren't hanged!
-Not successfully.

-You escaped!
-No. A king's pardon and more.

I'm swooning like a bride.

I was telling you, Jamie,
I had news for you.

Aye, a packet of news
it is, me boy.

Now put your shirt on. You look much
too naked for a decent Englishman.

And now find me
my great admirer,

the so-called
governor of Jamaica.

And if this sad little wench be his daughter,
fetch her some smelling salts.

And you, Tom Blue,
tell all me old captains

-to meet me tonight at the Porker's Sterne.
-Aye.

-But I...
-Jamie-Boy, I got a lot to tell you.

(NOISY CHATTERING)

Silence!

-Now listen to me.
-(CHATTERING DIES OUT)

If there's anybody
wants to tell me different,

let him stand up
and get his head broke in.

I say Captain Morgan's a king's spy.

He bought his life by offering to put
all his old cronies on the end of a rope.

I say Morgan's a yellow dog!

Now, wait there, Captain Leech.

We ought to hear
what Morgan's got to say.

Are you calling me a liar?

No, but I'm saying
we oughta hear Morgan out.

And nobody's calling me a liar.

(LAUGHING)

(MURMURING)

Now, then, anybody else
want their head broke in?

I say Captain Morgan's a two-faced cur
with the king's brand on him.

And I say Captain Leech is a gibbering ape
fit only for the company of baboons.

Ah, gentlemen,
Captain Leech is in a temper.

Aha! Morgan's fetch-and-carry.

Don't cross with him, Jamie.
You're too drunk to do yourself justice.

A little room, please.

I always wanted to cut
that oily tongue out of you.

Leech! Jamie! Stop it!

Stop it, you lubbers!
Stop or I'll blast the both of you!

TOMMY: I told you he was coming!

Sit down, you two.

Over there,
Captain Leech.

Your seat,
Captain Waring.

Ale for all hands,
Barney,

and keep it pouring
till we're all drowneded.

Gentlemen, I am delighted
to see you all still alive and kicking.

You were all my captains once

and I have called you together to know
if you will still follow me.

Where to? The gallows
at 100 guineas a head?

Your head, Captain Leech,

were it filled with gold instead of slops,
wouldn't fetch that.

-(MEN LAUGHING)
-Gentlemen,

I have come from England with an offer
from His Majesty King Charles.

A king's pardon
and a hundred acres of land

to each of you who will
settle down ashore

or take your ships
into peaceful trade.

Oh, they'll clap us in jail
the minute we dump our cannon.

It's a trick.

And who's going to give us
the hundred acres of land?

-The new governor of Jamaica.
-The new governor?

-And who is the new governor?
-Henry Morgan...

Sir Henry Morgan,

knighted by His Majesty and assigned
the island of Jamaica for his ruling.

I said it before and I say it again.

A king's spy.

No, Captain Leech.
A king's right arm in the Caribbean,

and a strong one.

Gentlemen, England has signed a peace
with Spain. The long fight is over.

It's a trick.

Spain wants a breathing spell
from our attacks

so she can strengthen her forces here.

-Quiet, Jamie.
-It's a scurvy trick, I say!

Sit down!

They'll bring over armies and ships
to murder us if we give them peace.

-Aye, they will.
-Quiet, you bumbleheads!

The privateers are done for.
They're in the past.

They must give way now to progress
and the making of law-abiding colonies.

England wants peace
and time to build her empire.

Will you join me for that,
Brother Leech?

I sailed the Main with you,
Morgan,

and if you're crawling
under the king's flag,

I'll keep sailing it
without you!

-Who's coming along to Maracaibo?
-There's a lot of gold in Maracaibo.

As governor of Jamaica,
I make my first pronouncement.

I'll run every pirate and privateer
into the bottom of the Caribbean.

I give those of you
who don't join me

a month to clear out
of English waters.

My ship, the Black Swan,
don't drop her sails for any king's spy.

That's my answer to you,
Captain Morgan.

And if any of you yellow-livers get
the blood back in you,

I'll lead you against Maracaibo!

Who's coming with me?

-I, sir!
-And I, sir!

Jamie Waring.
Come on, Jamie-Boy.

He's got the king,
but we've got the wind on our side.

And a captain's share of Maracaibo.

Get down, you drunken fool.
You're my second in command.

Hey, Barney.
More ale for Captain Waring.

-Aye, sir.
-Gentlemen, to Captain Waring,

my loyal right hand
at Government House.

Come on, Jamie. You were never meant
to suck your thumb in a king's collar.

-We'll get you a new ship.
-To Jamie Waring!

-May his neck never grow longer!
-(MEN LAUGHING)

The occasion seems a little lacking
in enthusiasm, Henry.

I imagined we'd meet with
some slight disapproval.

At least we don't have to
shoot our way in.

Whom do you
wish to see?

We are waiting
upon Lord Denby.

His lordship
is busy, sir.

He'll be busier
in a few minutes.

Mr. Ingram, these gentlemen
are waiting upon his lordship.

-Gentlemen?
-I am Sir Henry Morgan.

From the looks of you,
it could be nothing else.

Your Excellency, there are some gentlemen
here with muddy boots.

I have removed all my effects.

The premises are at your disposal
for looting or burning.

I can appreciate
your discomfort, milord.

It's not pleasant having a man
you tried to hang return as your superior.

But for the sake
of the empire we both serve,

I am willing to forget
your distaste of me.

The ceremony making you official governor
will take place tomorrow.

I shall perform all duties required of me
as an officer of the Crown.

But my personal life is my own, sir.

It does not include
associating with blackguards.

Well, Sir Henry, do we run him through,
hang him from the yardarm

or start dancing the minuet?

Being governor is going to
require some restraint.

There's always Maracaibo.

Get to your quarters,
you blockheads! Both of you!

-What quarters, sir?
-How do I know? Find them!

Take any rooms you want.

-No, you don't! That's mine!
-I saw it first!

(GASPS) Oh, no, sir! No, sir!

Don't kill me! Don't kill me.
I's going. I's going.

-Pick that up.
-Yes, massa. Yes, sir.

-Pick it up!
-Yes, sir. Oh, you...

You is one of them pirates, is you?
Or... Or ain't you?

-What do I look like?
-Yes. I mean, no, sir.

-What are you doing here?
-Oh, nothing, sir. Just going, going fast.

-Stealing, eh?
-Oh, no, sir.

I was just looking for a locket
that belonged to Miss Margaret.

-But it ain't here, sir. It ain't here.
-This is Lady Margaret's room?

-Yes, sir.
-How's her bed? Soft enough for me?

Yes, sir! Yes, sir!

(SPITS)

(TRUMPET FANFARE)

"And 10th, we do hereby give and grant
unto Sir Henry Morgan

"full power and authority
to levy, arm, muster,

"command and employ
all persons whatsoever

"residing within
our said colony of Jamaica,

"to march from one place to another,

"or to embark them for the resisting
and withstanding of all enemies,

"pirates and rebels,
both at sea and land.

"Given at our court at Whitehall,

"the sixth day of November, 1674,

"in the 26th year of our reign.

-"God save the king."
-MEN: God save the king.

"We, duly elected to the Assembly,

"by all the peoples of Jamaica

"renew our pledge of fealty to his most
gracious Majesty King Charles II,

"through the person of his
appointed representative,

"His Excellency, the governor
of Jamaica, Sir Henry Morgan."

"Almighty and everlasting God,

"creator and governor
of all the world,

"by whom kings do bear rule,

"and under whose providence
they are wonderfully and mightily

"often times protected
from many fearful dangers

"by which the malice of Satan
and his imps do seek to entrap them.

"We give unto thy heavenly majesty
most humble and hearty thanks.

"For that it hath pleased thee

"of thine infinite mercy
and goodness in Jesus Christ,

"so wonderfully to uphold..."

Whew. That was the longest,
dullest ceremony I ever heard.

I don't blame you
for walking out.

You can lower your pistols,
Lady Margaret.

Unfortunately,
I have no pistols.

Your eyes, I've looked into
pistol barrels that are kinder.

Get out of my way.

Please, do me a favor
and don't make me angry.

I'm trying my hardest
to behave like a gentleman.

-A gentleman?
-Well, perhaps not entirely.

I only meant that my new character
keeps me from seizing women

and hugging and squeezing them
into submission.

Instead, I woo them
with politeness

and with gifts.

Here.

Where did
you get this?

I found it in your bed.

-You have my room?
-Yes.

And you haunt it sweetly
each night.

Not an evening passes but I find some
new and fascinating souvenir of you,

a stocking, a garter, a bit of lace.

In Tortuga,
when a woman slaps a man's face,

it means she wants him
to grab her,

overpower her
and smother her with kisses.

I understand in Jamaica
a gentleman must refuse such overtures.

Out of my way.

You're much too angry
for public appearance.

Give me your arm. A turn
around the garden will cool you off.

I promise not to kiss you
unless you ask for it like a lady.

Roger. Roger.

Oh. The idiot whose face I took
the liberty of removing from your locket.

Darling, I've been hunting
everywhere for you.

Take me home, please.

-Has this fellow been insulting you?
-Yes.

Oh, the hero to the rescue.

It's time one of you lackeys
was taught a lesson.

Uh-uh. No, I'm under oath as a gentleman
not to kill any tame rabbits.

-I'll have you for that.
-Leave the coward alone, Roger.

No, I'm going to make an example of him.
I'll run him through as a common thief.

Oath or no oath, you'll have to learn
not to offend your betters, Ingram.

Now, tell me, what the devil
do you see in this weasel?

Oh, darling are you hurt?

I'm sorry.
It was all my fault.

If you're in love with him,
you're too big a fool for a man like me.

You black-hearted bully.

What do you know about men
or women or anything human?

All you can do is shoot and kill
and prey on women

with your beastly senses
slobbering at the sight of anything fine.

I repeat, my lass, you'll have to
choose between us and very soon too.

(WHISTLES)

(HICCUPS)

Shh!

There you are, my beauty.

Seeing is believing.

Made for a queen, it was.

And easy to accommodate five,

if you'll sleep them crosswise.

Come on.
Get that albatross out of here.

Now, hold your fire, Jamie-Boy.

I promised her she could
spend the night

in the governor's daughter's bed.

Get back to your trough,
both of you.

Hmph! I never thought I'd live to see
Jamie Waring play the snob.

-Get out.
-Why, Jamie,

it's a heart of stone you got!

-Jamie, open the door!
-(DOOR RATTLES)

She's crying her head off.

Jamie,
she's crying like a baby.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Massa, does you want
to put your head on this?

-What's that?
-It's a pillow, massa.

Lady Margaret's own little pillow.
She always sleeps on it.

Then take it out and burn it up.

-Yes, massa.
-Wait a minute.

(SNIFFING)

Never mind.

-That's all.
-Yes, massa.

Sweet dreams, massa.

(HOOFBEATS)

-Good morning, milady.
-You're trespassing here. This is my land.

I set my mind on having a friendly
little talk with you this morning.

Are you all right?

Why didn't you fall on the horse
instead of letting the horse fall on you?

You'd think anybody'd
have sense enough for that.

-Let me down.
-Well, good morning.

You've put on a little weight,
as I remember.

Put me down!

-Think you can stand?
-Yes. I'm quite all right.

Easy now.
You'll only start a convulsion.

There's a cozy little spot.

There you are.

Oh! Oh, you see?

You're scuttled fore
and aft.

-I think I'll have to put you to bed.
-What?

I suggest that you
lie down for a spell.

Ah. There.

-You may go now.
-Oh, nonsense.

If the eyes fill with blood,
it's a sign the head's broken.

No, they're clear.

Although they seem
a little brighter than usual.

Don't touch me.

Now, my gal, I'm an expert
on broken heads.

I've seen thousands of them.

Couldn't have picked
a better doctor in all Jamaica.

Oh, a fine, hard skull.

Couldn't crack it
with a bung-starter.

Let's have a look
at your ankle.

Go find my horse!

No gentleman would think of
leaving a lady at a moment like this.

Just lie still, please,
and behave yourself.

This oughta teach you
to be more sociable in the future.

No bones broken.

A muscle twisted.

Does that hurt there?

No. Fetch me some water, please.
I feel faint.

You may have thrown your knee out.
I ought to investigate.

No! Go fetch me some water, please!

(SIGHS)
Well, that proves what I've always said,

a woman's place is not on a horse.

There. Now, my gal, I suggest that you
stay like that until your color comes back.

What are you going to do?

(EXHALES DEEPLY)
I'm going to enjoy your society.

You seem much nicer
than I thought.

Really, it occurs to me you probably
have a mother somewhere,

a nice, gentle, old lady.

-No, she died when I was a baby.
-Possibly a sister?

No, no, no.
No kith or kin.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Is that why you...
I mean, why you went to sea?

-Would you like to hear about me?
-Oh, of course I would.

Well,
it's quite a story.

I haven't thought about it
for a long time,

but I'd like to
tell it to you.

I was 14, living alone in London,
when the smell of the sea got ahold of me.

I was apprenticed
to an old law firm.

You're sure
I'm not boring you?

-Oh, no. Not at all.
-Well...

Roger. Roger!

(HOOFBEATS DEPARTING)

INGRAM:
I give you my word on this, Captain Leech.

I'll get you news of every
English treasure ship that sails,

when it's leaving
and the port it's making for.

It's a pretty offer,
Mr. Ingram.

The nicest, prettiest offer
I ever had,

if you ain't lying
or setting a trap for me.

Judge for yourself. The Prince Consort
is due at Port Royal in three days,

carrying English gold.

It'll layover first at Point Lobos
to disembark passengers.

-Prince Consort, eh? How many guns?
-Forty.

-No escort?
-None.

We've got two ships
and a hundred guns.

We could chop her
into kindling.

What are you asking
for this tidy piece of news?

A captain's share.

You'll hand it over
to Mr. Fenner here.

When I receive it, he'll return to you
with further information,

government information.

I'll send you back in a week, Fenner,
smothered in gold.

Here you are, Mr. Ingram.

You're a dead man if you're fooling me
and a rich man if you ain't.

LEECH: It's the Prince Consort, all right.

Give her a blast
and we'll board her.

They were waiting for us on the leeward
side of Point Lobos, three of them.

The Black Swan engaged us first.

We fought till we were
ripped to ribbons.

We lost a 130 dead,
15 of them women.

And the gold gone,
every box of it!

Gentlemen, this crime
is fouler than you know.

There's not only murder here,
but treachery.

Go on with your tale,
Captain Blaine.

There are others who could tell it better,
Your Excellency.

And who are they, milord?

The friends of Pirate Leech
who supplied him with the news

of where to fall
upon the Prince Consort.

Mr. Speaker,
honorable members,

Leech has many old friends in Jamaica,
friends in high position.

There they are. Morgan, Waring,
Graham, Blue, the whole lot of them.

Who else makes the charge that I
and my captains are traitors to the Crown?

I do.
Milords and gentlemen,

I say that so long as
Morgan sits as governor,

so long will English ships
be fed to his pirate friends.

-I call for a vote of impeachment!
-I vote for that!

Quiet! You do not
vote pirates off the seas.

You engage them,
rake and scuttle them.

Milords and gentlemen, we have ships,
brave captains and fine crews.

How do you stand on that, lads?

Are you ready to do a little law-abiding
killing for king and country?

-It's better than none!
-You sail tomorrow night with three ships.

-Captain Waring, take the Revenge.
-Aye, sir.

You're in command of the expedition.
Captain Graham.

-Aye, sir.
-You take the Reckless.

-Captain Higgs.
-Aye, sir.

Sail the Lady Bess.
There's no ship for you, Tom Blue.

-Aye, sir. I'll first-mate Jamie.
-Good.

And now, my lads, will one of you
take a look in your crystal globe

and tell these lords and gentlemen
where our old friend Leech is hiding?

Ha! I can see him as plain
as the nose on your face, Sir Henry.

-Tortuga!
-Right!

-And what do you think, Graham?
-I say Tortuga.

We are of a mind.

That's where he always went
when he was shining with gold.

I can see him plain,
standing head down in a barrel of ale

and hollering for more women.

Bottle him up in Tortuga Harbor.
Sink him, my lads!

And wipe Leech
and the black flag off the seas.

You can tell these lords
and gentlemen

they can rest easy
in their plush chairs, Sir Henry.

I'll bring you back
a necklace made of his teeth.

I told you
when I took office

that I would clean
the Caribbean.

And clean it I will. And if I fail,
you can start your voting then.

Get to your ships, my lads,
and hoist your sails!

-Aye, sir!
-Aye, sir!

Milords and gentlemen,
this sitting is adjourned.

-I sent for you two hours ago, Fenner.
-I come as soon as I heard, sir.

They're sailing for Tortuga tonight,
three ships.

-Can you get there ahead of them?
-Easy.

I can take the tide out
in an hour.

Tell Leech
to get out of Tortuga

and to wait for the Royal Treasurer
off St. Thomas.

She's sailing for England
in a few days.

And tell Leech I know just how much she's
carrying and not try skimping my share.

-Aye, sir.
-MARGARET: No, thank you.

-INGRAM: Get on! Stretch all your canvas.
-Aye, sir.

Sorry I was so long, Roger.

Who's that? He's been bothering you
a great deal lately.

Nothing troublesome, I hope?

No. The fellow wants
some government work.

I told him to try Morgan.
He looks like his kind.

Finished your shopping?

Oh, there's nothing to buy
in all Jamaica.

Oh, Roger, that man,
can it be that he's following you?

I'm certain I've seen him before.

He has the most amusing notion.
He wants to be my valet.

A valet with one ear?

-Oh, he must be a lunatic.
-He is.

Oh, it's nothing against him.

The most famous valet in London
was a lunatic.

-Oh, Roger, you jest.
-No jest. Lord Londonry's valet.

(GIGGLES) It's a good thing you're not going
to London.

Oh, it's a good thing I am.

Lady Margaret,
I have melancholy news for you.

The proverbial aunt
whom I've never seen

has proverbially
gone to her rest

and left me a rich man,
a very rich man.

Can that be the reason
why you've been so gay lately?

Yes. I'm afraid it hasn't
grieved me properly

to know that I can have the finest estates
I want anywhere I choose in the Empire

and all the fancy vests in London and...

And all the crackpot servants
with one ear.

I was going to speak of someone
with two tiny little ears

that aren't listening.

Tortuga.

Point and a half
off the starboard bow, sir.

Larboard a little.

Aye, sir.

TOMMY: Can you make out the harbor yet?

Not yet, sir.

Steady. Steady her up.

Steady it is, sir.

Leech will anchor his ships
well inshore.

Shorten sail until the other ships
come abreast.

Aye, sir.

-In gunsails!
-MAN: In gunsails! In gunsails!

Tortuga dead ahead!

-Powder on deck?
-Aye, sir.

We'll sail in until we sight them,
make a larboard tack

and rake them with broadsides
as we cross the harbor.

-Them's happy words, Jamie.
-Deep six and rocky!

MAN: Deep six and rocky!

Stand by with your matches
ready to fire.

Stand by with your matches
ready to fire!

And a half seven!

MAN: And a half seven!

A quarter less eight and rocky!

MAN: A quarter less eight and rocky.

Harbor clear!
Not a ship in sight!

Not a ship in sight?
Where are they?

-Slid out on us. Thomas!
-Aye, sir.

Signal the captains to drop anchor
and join me aboard.

-And Thomas!
-Aye, sir.

Get ashore and do some
prowling through Tortuga.

Find out what frightened
Brother Leech off.

Aye, sir.

Milords and gentlemen
of the assembly,

three weeks ago,
our governor told us

that actions
speak louder than votes.

He vowed to clear the Caribbean
of its sea butchers.

And what are his actions?
How has he kept his vow? I'll tell you!

Another British ship
has been ravaged

and sent to the bottom
by the brotherhood of the black flag.

The Royal Treasury,
with 100 passengers to England

and a cargo of gold and silver
valued at £1,000,000

has been destroyed,
murdered and gutted!

I call again
for a vote of impeachment!

And gentlemen,
Morgan has proved himself

unable to meet the menace
of his old friends, the pirates.

As I have suggested
from the beginning

perhaps he loves them
too well to bring them harm.

-Who seconds Lord Denby's motion?
-I do.

I second the motion
for an impeachment vote.

Your fulminations,
milords and gentlemen

are full of bilge
and blather.

You can vote yourselves
purple in the face, look you,

but you'll not impeach me.

Before you can take me off this seat,
I hold you need a letter from the king,

and before you can get
a letter from the king,

I'll have Leech's head for you.

I'll serve it up to you on a platter
with an apple in its mouth.

My captains will bring Leech
and his buccaneers back to Port Royal.

And I promise you this,

I'll hang a pirate
in each of your bedrooms

to dangle over your heads
and give you the lie.

-(DOOR OPENS)
-Ah! There's your answer, you popinjays!

Captain Waring,
you come in the nick of time.

Come up here, Jamie-Boy.

Now, give us the full news
of your victory.

My report is of
a private nature, Sir Henry.

-I landed only a half hour ago.
-This is no time for modesty!

Out with it!
Your full report.

How many of the rats
did you send to the bottom,

and how many did you save up
to hang here at Port Royal?

We saw no rats, caught none
and killed none, Sir Henry.

And that's how
you keep your vow, Morgan?

Three weeks
and not a pirate touched,

and our fleet sailing around, quacking at
the wind like a line of ducks in a mill pond.

My lords and gentlemen,
I charge treachery.

-Right you are, Lord Denby.
-Treachery's the word.

Leech was warned of our coming.

Someone from Port Royal
sent a sloop racing to Tortuga.

The same ship that brought them news

of the Prince Consort
and the Royal Treasurer.

This is the final insult.

The brave captain hides his bungling
behind accusation against us.

I demand proof
of this foul accusation.

I'll bring you proof
before I'm done.

I've come back for supplies.

I'm rejoining my ships,

and then we're going to search
the Caribbean until we find Leech.

Where are your ships hiding now,
Captain Waring?

That I'll not answer
in this place.

-(COMMOTION)
-My lords and gentlemen,

if you'll appoint me messenger,
I'll take this matter to the king.

Hear, hear.

I'm embarking for England in two days
with my bride, the Lady Margaret.

They commissioned me
to present the case

of Pirate Morgan, Pirate Waring
and Pirate Leech to His Majesty.

And I'll bring back the royal signature
upholding the impeachment.

I move we approve the impeachment
of Morgan.

I second the move.

The move for impeachment
has been made and been seconded.

Mr. Speaker,
I ask you to call the members.

-Lord Jarnegan.
-I vote impeachment of Henry Morgan.

-Mr. Geoffrey Clive.
-Get back to your roosts, you popinjays.

-Sir William Courtenay.
-I pronounce this sitting adjourned!

I vote impeachment of Sir Henry Morgan,
governor of Jamaica.

-Mr. Stuart Marshall.
-I vote impeachment of Sir Henry Morgan.

I wish my nature
hadn't changed.

I'd have made that
whole assembly walk the plank.

You can't go wrong
drowning politicians, Henry.

No, no. We're just
daydreaming, Jamie.

How soon will you have
your ship loaded, Thomas?

Another three hours, sir.

-You can take the tide out tonight?
-Aye, sir.

Good. It's four days
to Maracaibo.

-Five.
-And how do you make that out, Jamie?

Because I'm not sailing tonight.
I'm sailing tomorrow night.

-And why?
-I have a call to make.

-Where?
-It's a personal matter.

You're on that tack, are you?
That idiot child of Denby's.

-Well, my lad, you leave her alone.
-I'm having a talk with her.

And getting your face
slapped again!

No, Jamie-Boy,
the girl's a bride tomorrow.

-Good riddance for you.
-I'm staying in Port Royal tonight!

You'll get on your ship tonight and sail
her out, or you're no captain of mine!

If I see the Revenge in port when
the tide's running, I'll board her meself.

And you can stay behind and get
your face slapped pink and blue

by as many hussies as you like!

Now, go on, Jamie-Boy.
You've got your orders.

I'll be watching your topsails.

And don't forget, it's not Margaret with
an apple in her mouth I want, but Leech.

I never see you
like this before, Jamie.

Hanging your head
like a pelican over a wench.

And if you ask me,
a flouncy wench,

with no more feeling
than a load of clams.

If you kick her in the heart,
she'll break your leg.

(MUTTERS)

Aw, Jamie-Boy,

there's hundreds of wenches
prettier than her,

all ready to leap into your arms
if you give them a whistle.

-(BELL TOLLING)
-(SIGHS)

-Church bells.
-Aye.

Some people
likes to hear them.

I like trumpets better.

-I can see her now.
-Who?

The Lady Margaret standing up in church
tomorrow beside that goose-faced Ingram.

Hey, you're going down
the wrong road, Jamie.

Will you lend a hand,
Tommy?

Jamie, by land or sea, you can always rely
on Tom Blue for wrongdoing of any nature.

MARGARET: What do you want?

I didn't know you were a thief
and a housebreaker too, Mr. Waring.

Oh. Still barking at me, eh?

I expected to find the bride cooing,
and with a soft light in her eye.

But I suppose you're saving that up
for the ceremony tomorrow.

You suppose correctly.

It would be much better
for both of us, me gal,

if I hated you
as I should.

I am not interested
in your emotions, Mr. Waring.

Unfortunately, I have
a tender feeling for you.

Oh, I'm as annoyed with the fact as you are.

I doubt that.

Why I'm spending time on you,
I don't know.

You're as arrogant and silly a wench
as ever I've run afoul of.

I don't know which I'd rather see hanging
from a yardarm, you or Leech.

If you'll go now, I promise to think over
your tender declaration.

I didn't know a woman
could do this to a man,

make him itch to strangle her one minute
and marry her the next.

-Oh, so you want to marry me?
-We'll discuss that later.

I dislike having to call
the servants to throw you out.

Look at you, hating me,

and your eyes saying,
"Don't go away.

"I belong to you.
Make me belong to you.

"Keep me from marrying
this oily little jackanapes, Ingram."

-You're mad.
-No, I've read your eyes right.

I've known too many hellcats not to know
what's behind all that blaze and bluster.

Confound it, you idiot,
I'm telling you that I love you.

And you'll call me "Jamie-Boy" before
you call that stick of a man "husband."

Well, are you coming
with me or not?

Your conceit, Mr. Waring,
has unhinged your mind.

I warn you.
Don't make me angry.

I always knew you were
a nasty, vulgar rogue.

Don't touch me!

(MUFFLED MOANING)

-Be quiet! Lie still, I tell you!
-(MOANING CONTINUES)

Be quiet, or I'll crack
that iron skull of yours.

You make courtship
a little more strenuous than I like it.

Holy Moses! Jamie!

Grab her feet and help me get her inside.
Stand by to cast off.

You're flirting with trouble, Jamie.

Cast off, I tell you!

-Lie still.
-Giddap.

-(MOANING CONTINUES)
-Lie still, you...

-Where's that horse blanket, Thomas?
-I'm-a sittin' on it.

I can't understand why you
give her a second look.

She's nothing to me, you fool.

But she's mean, Jamie,
and she's ungrateful.

Morgan will bellow his brains out
when he hears of this.

It's for Morgan I'm doing it.

This'll keep Ingram anchored in Jamaica
and away from the king.

It'd be a lot prettier if you could put Ingram
in a sack and drown him.

I can see no good in drowning her.

I'm not drowning her, Thomas.
Not yet.

Stop your clacking and drive on.

-Potatoes?
-No, thank you.

-Meat?
-No.

-How about a little bread and cheese?
-I'm not eating with you.

-Oh, you'd rather starve, huh?
-Yes.

A little fasting
wouldn't hurt you any.

-Also, it might improve your manners.
-My manners?

Look at it calmly. I kept you
from marrying a fellow you hated.

-That's a lie.
-Don't argue with me while I'm eating.

I put you on a fine ship,

give you the best cabin
and stick a bolt on your door.

Thanks for the bolt.

If you were really grateful,
you'd tell me something.

Someone in Port Royal has been
coming into a lot of money lately.

-What do you mean?
-Someone who hates Morgan

and has been playing partners
with Leech,

giving him information and collecting
a captain's share of the booty,

or I miss my guess.

I can tell by your change of color

that you know someone
who's had a windfall lately.

-Who is it? That fine father of yours?
-No, my...

Ingram then.
Well, why don't you answer?

You're not after Leech.
You would like to make me believe

something foul
against a decent man!

-You didn't answer me. Come in.
-(KNOCK AT DOOR)

What is it, Thomas?

We just found a split in the main brace,
Captain. Will you have a look at it?

-A split in what main brace?
-We also located

-a barnacle on the cathead.
-What?

-Oh, uh, I'll be right up.
-Aye, sir.

And, if you want to eat behind my back,
I promise not to notice it.

There's two of them, Jamie.

TOMMY: It's Leech.

I knew it the minute
I sighted the topmast.

-The Black Swan.
-And the Hawk, I make it.

They've sighted us,
all right.

We're no match for the pair of them.
We may as well run for it.

-We can't outrun the Black Swan.
-We'd be pounded to splinters in a fight.

We can't fight
with 100 guns against us.

We can't fight,
and we can't run.

Nothing left to do but to disappear,
which ain't practical.

Run up the black flag and head her around.
We're gonna join Leech.

But you can't fool Leech
with a baby trick like that, Jamie.

Hoist the Jolly Roger.

It's a beggar's chance,
but our only one.

By this time, our ships are
at Maracaibo waiting for us.

We'll join Leech
and lead him to Maracaibo.

He's not an easy man
to lead, Jamie.

Main braces.

Back your main yards.

Come on. Get back
to your cabin and stay there.

Why? So I won't see that flag
and know what you are?

I'm captain of this ship,
and you're taking my orders.

That's Leech and his cutthroats.
We can't fight and we can't run.

There's only one way
to get out of this alive,

and that's to tell Leech I've left Morgan.

That's exactly what I thought. Mr. Ingram
is right. You are working with Leech.

You've got a head made of iron.

Get in there
and think what you want.

Come aboard, Captain.
Come aboard.

And welcome.

We had a hard time
finding you, Captain.

Don't try any fancy tricks
on me, Waring.

You're under my cannon, and I can
blast you out of the water with a wink.

You chucklehead.
Do you see anything on this ship

that looks like we was
planning to go into battle?

If you're smart,
you'll stop jabbering and talk sense.

All right.
Let's hear you make sense.

Why did you turn back?

To join you, if you're
still interested in Maracaibo.

Oh. And I suppose the other ships
are hunting me to join me too, eh?

WARING:
I never seen a man so suspicious.

What's your answer?

My answer is they're after
your neck, Leech.

But I'm not with them.
I'm after gold.

Did you desert Morgan?

The way I look at it,
Morgan deserted me,

taking up with
that pack of jackanapes.

I'm not of a mind
to end up playing government

with a quill stuck behind my ear.

I stood it as long as I could.

But Morgan or no Morgan,
I'm here.

You're lying, Waring.
You were with him yesterday.

You told the assembly you
were sailing off to capture us.

You get your tidings quickly,
don't you?

Yes. And they've
always been right.

You've a skull for thinking,
Captain.

What else could I
tell the assembly?

I've no hankering to grow
on a gallows tree.

Enough of jawing.
Do we sign articles or not?

There's a hole in it, Waring.

If you deserted Morgan
and left the other ships to join me,

why did you go back
to Port Royal at all?

-(CHUCKLING)
-Mmm-hmm.

Well, come on.
Out with it. Why?

To get my wife.

(MEN LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING CONTINUES)

Oh, here you are, my dove.

These good gentlemen seem to doubt
that I have a pretty wife aboard.

Will you come out, my sweet,
and give them a look at you?

My love, may I present
Captain Leech.

Madame Waring, daughter of the former
Governor of Jamaica, Lord Denby.

Now you know why I'm not
too welcome back in Port Royal.

-Captain Waring...
-Yes, my dear. What is it?

I'm pleased to meet you, ma'am.
My apologies, Captain.

I'd go back to Port Royal myself
to pick up a lady of such caliber.

Then we'll forget
the misunderstanding.

Do you want to join forces for profit,
or shall we be on our way?

Aye, we'll sign articles.

And just to guarantee that your ship
will come along to help us,

you and the lady sail
with me on the Swan, eh?

-It'll make the trip jollier.
-That's a fair bid.

But I don't fancy subjecting my wife,
who is a delicate creature, as you can see,

to that riffraff crew
you have aboard.

Madame, you'll be treated
like the queen ya are.

I promise you I'll slit the throat
of the first dog that brings a blush to you.

You can't ask for more than that,
Captain.

Are you agreed or not?

Agreed.

-Mr. Blue!
-Aye, sir.

Take over. And to assure Captain Leech
that you're an honest man,

sail abreast of the Swan
at all times.

TOMMY: Aye, Captain.

"All other officers to get one share.

"Article eight,
Each captain has a right

"to value all spoils
before they are divvied up."

That's what we all agreed to
at Tortuga.

-Stick your name on it if you're favorable.
-I'm considering...

There's no denying that you know the Gold
Coast better than anybody on the Main.

It'd be a shame for you to waste
your talents up at Port Royal.

-My share's always been 10.
-There's no arguing.

Five you'll get.

You'll nip enough out of the first two prizes
to set you up for a year.

What's the sense of waiting around
for some lumbering merchantman?

Why not hit
straight for Maracaibo?

It's still the richest spot
on the Spanish Main.

Maracaibo is the plum
we're after picking, my lad.

Oh. I'll sign.

Stick your name
right there.

Have a drink.

I'll do my drinking
in Maracaibo.

Good night, gentlemen.

He's got some articles
in his cabin what need signing.

MARGARET: Get out!

Get out!

You can't come in here!

With so beautiful a wife,
they'd think it strange if I didn't.

I want to congratulate you
for showing a spark of reason.

You saved both our hides,
for the time being anyway.

All you got to do is keep
on looking at me with adoring eyes

and maybe we'll get out
of this in one piece.

-You monster!
-Shh!

No love spats, my gal.
Our friends may be listening.

Did you find out who the traitor is
who warned these men?

Oh, you're not so certain
anymore it's me, hmm?

I'm certain of nothing except that
I'll be murdered before I get out of this,

thanks to you.

We're not dead yet, my gal.

-You can't sleep here.
-I'm afraid I'll have to.

(LOUD)
Are you very lonesome for Jamaica?

Don't shout when you answer me.

(WHISPERING) Yes.

And you still regard me
as a beast unfit for human society?

Yes.

And you're still in love
with Mr. Ingram?

I said, are you still in love
with that darling man?

Don't you dare come near me.

Don't worry, my gal.
I won't.

Not until you
call me Jamie-Boy

and ask me three times.

Be careful how you wake me up.
I'm ready to repel all boarders.

Sweet dreams.

-(MUTTERS)
-Shh! Keep still. You'll get your throat cut.

Lie down.

-What do you want?
-(CHUCKLING)

I have come to offer me apologies.

Me oldest friend gets married, and I
forget to give him a wedding present.

It's off
the Royal Treasurer.

She was
on her honeymoon.

Thanks for the gift, Leech.

As pretty a sight
as I ever seen.

Lawful wedlock.

There's nothing like it.

Now, that's a strange place to stick
a sword, right over the bride's head.

Are you trying
to make her uneasy?

Your presence is more disturbing
to Madame Waring, I assure you.

Now, Jamie, you're talking
different than you used to.

I recall your trading me a gal
in Portobelo for two barrels of rum.

Of course, this one's better
and worth more.

She's all in one piece.
She's got two ears, no fingers missing.

Worth three barrels
of rum.

-Why don't you offer him five?
-Don't tempt him, darling. I might take it.

(LAUGHING)
That's teaching her, Jamie.

(LAUGHING CONTINUES)

You seem to enjoy
subjecting me

to every kind
of embarrassment possible.

JAMIE: No, my sweet.
Now, don't be a snob.

We're pulling close
to Maracaibo, Leech.

You're gonna be little good to us

if you keep laying your head
in a bottle every night.

(MUMBLES)

I'm beginning to think
you're right, Jamie-Boy.

I'm gonna need my head
more than I figured.

-Get out of this bed.
-Do you think it's safe?

You didn't have to
get in here.

You're very ungrateful,
madame.

I'm sleeping with a pistol
after this,

and if you come near me,
I'll shoot you.

Here you are.

I give you permission
to blast my head off

if I'm ever idiot enough to
come within a foot of you.

Hey, Captain,
where'd you go hiding?

-We opened another keg.
-Aw, get away!

I'm thinking.

Thinking?
Thinking what, Captain?

I don't know.

I won't know until the wind's
blown my head clear.

(VOCALIZING)

(CONTINUES)

-Where is he?
-Oh, Sir Henry!

Jamie Waring!
Where is that toad of a man?

-How did you come here?
-Don't mince around!

Fetch the deserter
out of his hiding.

Captain Jamie dropped off
to Port Royal for supplies.

-We've had no word of him.
-Well, I will give you word of him.

He left Port Royal with Denby's
puling child in a sack.

Stole her out from her home,
look you, like a red Indian.

What, Captain Henry?

I am sitting in me new wig
as lord of Jamaica,

when 100 foaming parents come clattering
and howling for me life's blood.

-They scuttled you?
-No, I cracked a dozen skulls

and fought me way to the waterfront

with the whole of Jamaica
heaving stones at me

and hid myself
in a stinking load of trout.

Hoisted sail that night, and for
three days I've been chewing raw fish.

Well, don't gape at me. Fetch me some ale
before I blow away to dust!

Get out of the way there.
Make room for Sir Henry.

Sit down,
Sir Henry.

Do you think Captain Jamie has deserted,

or do you count on him coming
to Maracaibo?

I am only praying that Lady Margaret
does not stab him in his sleep.

For I have my own plans for him.

Aye, I've dreamed them all the way
from Port Royal.

The minute that drooling traitor
sets his nose into Maracaibo,

I am taking his innards out and
stringing them to the tops of his masts.

What about Leech,
Sir Henry?

Do not call me Sir Henry.

Jamaica is lost,
and my title with it.

Our only chance of getting them back
and keeping off the king's gibbet

is to bring in the heads
of Jamie Waring and Billy Leech

with Lady Margaret in good enough repair
to bespeak us as her saviors.

Post your lookouts
around the waterfront.

And wake me up at the first sign
of that wench-fancier.

(SIGHS)

-Are you awake?
-Yes.

-Can you swim?
-No.

That's too bad.

-Have you ever seen a sea battle?
-No.

-Well, you're gonna see one pretty soon.
-A battle?

Then I'd better get dressed.

Don't look.

Me gal, I have other things
on my mind for the moment.

-Who will be in the battle?
-We will.

My ships, the Reckless
and the Lady Bess,

are waiting for me
in Maracaibo now.

Why didn't you tell me?

You've been a little critical
of me ever since we started.

English ships.

Yes. Leech and his crew
are sailing into Maracaibo

expecting to find a few cannon
and an old stone wall.

-Instead, they're finding 100 cannon...
-Stay as you are.

Don't move or I'll blast you!
Tie them up.

-Have you gone mad, you scurvy idiots?
-Quiet!

-We're an hour from battle.
-I'll crack your head for you.

-Put 'em down...
-You lied to me about having a bride.

What else did you lie to me about?

Are your friends waiting for me
in Maracaibo?

Friends? What friends?
I've signed with you.

Aye, signed and bound,
foxy Jamie.

I'm sailing the Revenge
into Maracaibo myself

under English colors,
with my own crew aboard

and I'm blowing whoever's
waiting out of the water

while they're still whistling
and waving handkerchiefs at you.

And what's more,
I'm taking the gal with me.

-I'll not go with you.
-You'll fare better with me than with Jamie.

I promise you. I'll marry you fair
and stick no sword over your head.

-(MUFFLED SHOUTS)
-He's safer out of the way now.

No, not yet. We may be
doing him an injustice,

and if we are,
I shall want to beg his pardon.

But if we aren't, I'll wanna do more things
to him than stick him clean with a sword.

Come along, my gal.

No! Let me go! Let me go!

Now, be quiet.

You'll have to wait
till after the battle for your wooing.

I promise you.
If you start screaming,

you'll get the flat
of a sword across ya.

(CHATTERING)

It's the Revenge, sir.

What are your orders?

Let her come in and moor.

But if there's a gentleman
called Jamie Waring aboard,

-bring him to me, alive if possible.
-Aye, sir.

Look at him, bringing her in
like a fumbling lubber.

Forgot all he ever knew
about sailing a ship.

I can't make it out.
He's sailing queer.

He is love-crazy.

That's very obliging of them, coming
down to the shore to bid us welcome.

Steady. Steady her up.

Well, you may lock me up in a hole,
you varmints, but you can't sit on me.

Here's to you.
Bottoms up.

(SCREAMING)

You bloody jackanapes!

-They ought to be taking in sail.
-Blue must be drunk.

Roast me alive! He's coming in
like he was going to blast us!

Ready! Fire!

Jamie Waring,
that black-livered turncoat!

He's handed his soul
back to the devil!

Get to the ships
and blow the traitor to dust!

Get to the fort guns!

A broadside!

Fire!

(CANNONS CONTINUE FIRING)

-Hard over!
-She don't answer. The tiller's gone.

(MUTTERING)

She's gone.

Lose your sheets!
Lose your sheets!

Turn loose your braces!

Lively there!

(CANNONS FIRE CONTINUES)

Graham!

-Aye, sir.
-Keep pouring your fire into the Revenge.

And get me 20 men. I'm going
to board her, and with me own hands,

pull the gullet out of the mouth
of that traitor, Jamie Waring.

Aye, sir.

(WHISPERING)
Tommy Blue!

-Tommy!
-Jamie.

All hands stand by,

and when I tell you, heave
the hatch cover, come out fighting.

Get ready, boys.

Here, what are you...

Captain Leech, look!

Heave!

You blasted king's spy!

-Where is she?
-Down in my cabin.

Jamie, we finished
that bunch of sea...

I warned you meself about
crossing swords with Leech.

Here. Let me see, Jamie.

Missed your gizzard by an inch.

Rather a neat hole
and squirting blood like a bilge pump.

MORGAN: Is he done for?

Leaking a little,
but on even keel, Captain.

Good. I was afraid
he would be thwarting me

by giving up
the ghost prematurely.

Lady Margaret,
my humble apologies to you

for the foul antics of this gentleman
who was once my friend.

I assure you that every indignity you
have suffered at his hands will be avenged.

I'm taking him back to Port Royal
and hanging him on the dock in chains

and there he'll dangle to brood
on his crimes till he's stoned to death.

-Permit me to unfasten you.
-I don't understand you, Henry,

or what you've got
against poor Jamie.

I've been with him constant,
glued to his side,

and I've never seen him commit
anything in the way of a crime,

except maybe a little
weak-mindedness.

He stole this innocent child
from her parents' home, look you,

and forced his will on her
like a mad savage.

That, sir, is striking at
the roots of civilization.

And he'll speak his apologies
from the gibbet

to this unfortunate girl
and all her kin.

-He did not steal me, Sir Henry.
-What did you say?

I came with him
of my own will.

-You'll swear to that?
-Yes, on a bible.

He said he would
like my company on a sea trip

and I told him I would be
delighted to go with him.

I feel exceedingly grateful
to Captain Waring for his hospitality.

-The girl is mad.
-Captain, we've just finished the count.

The pirates have suffered
200 killed, 70 wounded

and we've taken
130 prisoners.

-What are your orders?
-Hoist sail.

I'm going to take this mad woman
back to Jamaica.

Aye, sir.

Well, we've had a nice
taste of fun, Tom Blue.

Aye.
That we have, Henry.

Nothing like it
to keep your ears pink.

Look you, it wouldn't take much arguing
to talk me out of Jamaica.

Who wants to be sitting around
stuffed with lace

and a wig shutting the wind
from your head?

Look at that sea.

And the world stretched around you like
a barrel of gold ready to drop in your lap.

It's the only life, Henry.

Say the word
and the Caribbean is yours.

MARGARET:
Captain Waring! Captain Waring!

Clear the deck
for action, Henry.

Here comes
the last broadside.

Jamie-Boy, you shouldn't
be out of bed.

Haven't you caused me
enough trouble already?

Get back to your bunk.

Oh, Jamie-Boy.

That's only twice.
Once more.

I said, three times.

Jamie-Boy.

You're not going to
leave me in Jamaica?

Oh, that I don't know.

I always sample a bottle
of wine before I buy it.

Come on. Let's have a sip
to see if you're worth taking along.

What, no bites?

There he goes. It's the end
of the Spanish Main.