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Still ain't too late, Master.

No.

Had the old voyage home to make amends.

Well, it does take two, sir.

See Mrs. O 'Neill?

No sign of her, sir.

Well, I'll leave you to finish off here,

then, eh?

Right.

I'll get...

Dawkins to pay you your dues.

It's been a long time.

Too long, maybe.

Maybe so.

Good luck with that brig of yours.

And good wishes to Mrs. O 'Leary.

Margarita? Ah, Mrs. Gibson, it's just about.

A bed, Mr. O 'Neill.

Ailing.

Margarita!

Margarita.

Margarita?

How can it be?

No danger.

Not now, James.

I've now wasted away tonight.

But, Mandy, you may ask Dr. Porton.

That old sore bones.

He is most pleased with me.

No more fever. My health more easy.

A few more days, he said, and I may get up from this wretched bed.

We'll see about that.

It is true.

It is nothing.

The final remains of the pulmonia.

I'm not first to be waiting this happens.

It was your Liverpool.

Wet and cold.

If you had taken me to Africa as I asked.

Next trip I come with you.

Yes. No.

I'll come with you.

We'll go to the sun.

Make you well again.

I hope Captain Baines has got that old box insured.

Why?

It's got a bit of a name, that's why.

They say she's a bad looker.

Suppose I let you into a secret.

Aye. Well, I'm a part owner of this old box, Steve.

And I'll tell you, if we'd have had the cash ready for insurance, we'd have

spent it on hiring a much better boss than you.

Aye, aye, sir.

Stopped her boots, re -corked overall, re -coppered aft, checked yards, masts

and stepping by that place.

That's quite enough.

Come in, Tom.

Is she ready to go yet, Gus?

The moment this is settled.

I was going to ask you the time on this, Mr Hobbs. My terms are strictly cash on

the nail.

But with a skipper of your standing, cargo charter will do just as well.

I'm obliged.

Come on, Tom.

You know, Mr. Hobbs, let's be off to the agent and find us a cargo.

A successful trip, sir?

Aye, and some cargo of ivory, Dawkins.

And Mrs.

O 'Neill, sir?

Who seems to be on the man, thank you, don't worry.

Most alarming to have her taken ill like that right here in the office.

And here, mark you, small wonder, outside in such atrocious weather.

Madam is used to a more moderate climate.

Well, I'm...

Sure that Mrs. O 'Neill will have learned from it, sir.

If only to the extent of taking a cab instead of walking around such places.

What places?

Docks, Chinatown, even Paradise Street.

Getting to know Liverpool, I dare say.

Right, Dawkins.

Outstanding, I fear, sir. There's a three -masted bark alongside at number

with a notice pinned onto her mouth.

But I think you should... No, buts, sir.

Topman wasn't one for buts. He kept his eyes open for three -masted barks, did

Mr. Topman.

She's the Angelus, owned by Jenkins of Glasgow, and Herr Erickson is said to

have offered in the region of 8 ,000 pounds for her.

Well, then we'll go up to 9 ,000.

Guineas, if necessary.

Sir, if you have our financials... Let me worry about our finances. Be at least

£10 ,000 profit on that cargo, if I agree.

Even so, sir, I doubt you should... What cargoes have we got, sir?

Renewal of coaling, same terms.

Fruit charter from the Azores, renewed for another season.

And copper ore charter from Valparaiso, confirmed.

And here's the offer of a time charter.

A mulch whisk, if you like.

Oh, a lot of penalty clauses.

Valuable cargo.

I don't like this liability for damage to casks.

Cheeky, is that?

That were my game when I started, you know.

Yes, sir.

The agents did make a specific request for Captain Baines.

No.

Sir?

Baines is no longer with the line.

Captain Baines has ambitions.

Bought himself a rotten old trader, setting up in rivalry.

I see.

Do you, dear?

Wish I did.

Well, then, what captains are free?

None of sufficient seniority, I fear, sir.

The agents won't want to wait.

Well, the condemned will take themselves in their liability clauses elsewhere.

But, sir, the Soren Larsen should have cleared cargo by now.

Now, she'd suit admirably.

Without a captain?

As yourself, sir.

Of course you must go, James.

You cannot stop being a captain just because I am down with pneumonia.

Down here in the ground, isn't it, you were?

No.

I said... I know what you said.

Here. I can feed myself.

Except you're not. Well, it's awful.

What?

It's lovely.

at home if we were ill.

Always we had a mixture of papaya and herbs. Yes, well, here we believe in

strength through suffering.

Come on.

Look, if I'm prepared to swallow the anchor, you can be prepared to swallow

scars with jelly. Oh, James. Come on.

Can't trust you. Come on.

Wonder all you've got with pneumonia.

Well, you told me get to know Liverpool.

Yeah, but I didn't tell you to go traipsing round the city on your own

the docklands and whore town and the yards, now did I?

Continue to love me, James O 'Neill, and nothing can harm me.

That's all right, then, isn't it?

Are there really no other captains for the Whiskey Carco?

Ah, none senior enough that'll be back in town.

Then why not let Captain Baines have it?

As a parting gift.

For an old friend.

We shall miss you, Captain Baines. Aye.

Profits from your shares in the Christian relic. Thank you very much.

And now, master of the fine trader as well, I hear.

Aye.

160 tons.

Caused quite a stir to the exchange.

Now, I believe some of these charts are mine.

Had an agent after your services only yesterday, in fact.

A year's whiskey charter.

Oh, is that so?

Regrettably, Mr. O 'Neill might be obliged to let it slip.

And you know these young agents like Horace Peters.

Hurry, hurry all the time.

I'll send round for them charts later.

Just off the exchange, Mr. Benz? Like they always say, a shipowner never

The moment Dr. Porton allows me out, I plan to visit Charlotte.

A place to visit you, not to the way round.

You've written to her twice.

She could find the grace to reply.

Mr. Rone is in.

Windows open.

Letting in the night air.

Well, it's mild enough.

Madam's chest so weak, and there you sit.

Ah, ah.

Hey -oh.

Lady Fogarty's downstairs.

I pointed out the hour, and how Dr. Porton said for Madam to rest.

Well, set your rope.

Elizabeth! Rest and quiet.

Just bring us up some Madeira, will you, Mrs Gibson?

Thank you, Mrs Gibson.

James, good trip, I hear. Well, I can't deny that.

Oh, infuriating what a tonic they are.

Eh? You men, first spot of colour in over a month. I'll be up in a day or

don't you say? Maybe.

I'm sorry you can't be all right for tomorrow.

Tomorrow? The launching, James.

Mrs. Gibson, Mr.

O 'Neill's morning suit out for an airing and a press, please, if you've

launching. The William Fraser?

Good luck here, ladyship.

Thank you.

Pity Daniel couldn't be here.

Just a child.

No Daniel, no Sarah, Samuel still in America, only you, James. In good time,

please, and on your very best to hold you. Always am.

I want your support with my creditors.

Unless, of course, you can help with some spare cash for a change.

Only wish I could.

Oh. A little birdie tells me you're expecting a handy profit from your cargo

ivory. Ah.

But one thing your little birdie didn't tell you is I'm buying a three -masted

bark.

What's she like?

See, Sprite?

Oh, she's got a runoff like a clipper. Oh, right to her mark.

And she carries a canvas very well.

Oh, she's abusive.

Sounds worthy of Captain Baines. I can't say thank you for tipping him off on

that whiskey charter.

You know, I wonder if Mr. Newton doesn't have something for partnership even.

They're too busy sulking each other. No, no, no. Well, it's a fact. I mean,

they're like a couple of old biddies.

What about?

Pride. What else?

They ought to be taken to the vet, both of them.

And that's a fact and all. I've known apprentices guilty for saying less than

that.

As it happens, Mr Dawkins, I've come to ask about my shawley.

I'm due a week or two by my reckoning.

A week at most.

Nine and a half days.

Oh, yeah, that'll do me nicely.

And what if you hit a sou 'wester?

Huh?

Even Captain Baines couldn't battle around the Mull of Kintyre against that.

And if you were laid back, then I very much fear that Mr. Needin might be very

angry with you indeed.

No, my... About it?

Would be.

Hmm. Hmm.

Climbing a little excursion round the mole with our ex -commodore, are we?

Yes. After that whisky contract, is he?

Mighty generous on somebody's part.

A copy of his articles, Mr Dawkins.

Leave it.

Going as a passenger, were you?

Mr Needham. Thank you, Dawkins. Well?

Now. As an officer, then.

A direct breach of your intentions, huh?

No, I won't go as a passenger, nor an officer.

I'm going as owner.

Hmm? Well, part owner with Captain Baines.

I've got six shares worth.

Six shares?

Blimey, gov, it's her first trading run.

I mean, you'd have gone.

You'd have taken shore leave for it, wouldn't you?

Investing money in a rival company.

We weren't going to be rivals, were we?

I mean, we were going to ask for a partnership, see?

No, I do not see.

Yeah, except Captain Baines never did ask.

Well, it's because of you.

Hmm?

Respect.

That's what Captain Baines said.

And if you can't find him, come and respect Mr. O 'Neill, and then to hell

trying. Respect!

And you will not set foot on that ship whilst you are with this line.

Furthermore, you will sell those shares back to Captain Baines.

Think I'm being hard?

You read those.

They're to do with loyalty.

Pick them up.

Mr. Dawkins, this apprentice to the Coaling Wharfs.

The Swansea run.

All shore leave suspended.

Cone?

On a Swansea coaster?

Well, I'm not going to learn nothing from that.

You'll learn obedience.

And what's more, you'll stay there until you do.

You'll clear that bill in no time with a charter like this.

Aye, give them good luck.

We'll finish ballasting within the hour, so you'll catch the tide and wind

together. And the wind's in the right quarter, too.

He say you could come, then?

Aye. I've got nine and a half days.

Just leave Owen.

Did you tell Mr. O 'Neill you were sailing with me?

No, Mr. Dawkins. The governor weren't there.

He's up at the launch, you see.

Oh. Anyway, the best of luck. Right, I'll see you at the work.

Lord of force.

Must have you presentable.

The carriage, my lady.

Ah.

Well, come along, then.

Roche, Roche.

I will send you courtesy to the guests, James.

Creditors, eh?

Come, come.

Lady Fogarty. How delightful.

Thank you, Mr. Van der Reda. Thank you.

Oh, you were just leaving?

Regrettably so, yes, for the launching of my new steamship. Of course.

May I wish you every good fortune with the Enterprise?

Oh, that we shall surely need.

Now, if you will kindly excuse us. I will detain your brother for no longer

a minute. Oh, less, I hope.

My business can be disposed of like so.

Don't worry, I'll see you down to the carriage, Elizabeth.

That much and no more, please, sir.

A simple matter of the £10 ,000 you need in. What?

Repayment of your debt.

Sold to me by your nephew.

Repayment plus £500 interest due today.

Ah, there's no demand.

Notification was lodged at this office exactly one month ago.

As I'm sure Mr Dawkins will confirm.

I did endeavour to draw your attention to this yesterday, sir.

Endeavoured.

I wondered how you won such keen loyalty from your staff.

I now see that it is the consideration that you show them.

Concerning them? The same brand of consideration that you show to your

What? Well, why else would he sell me your debt in payment for some properties

in America?

No, just listen. It would seem that you are not loved, Onision.

On the contrary.

As I've not long docked and my clerk neglected to tell me about this, I've

got the cash to pay you. Nor will have.

Oh, I know how close you sail to the wind, O 'Neill. I know that you maintain

reserve funds.

Indeed. Heavily overdrawn with your bank.

Numerous letters of credit outstanding.

Know a lot, don't you?

Oh, yes.

People talk.

Even your dear sister.

Elizabeth.

Quite a day of surprises for you, O 'Neill.

Mr. O 'Neill's eating, sir. The time.

Tomorrow morning.

Ten thousand pounds.

Plus the five hundred interest.

Yes.

Get him out of here.

You really should have told him before this, you know. These little

unpleasantries have to be confronted soon or later.

You deceive me, sir.

Me? You.

You told me it was your intention to help Mr. Needham.

But it is, my dear fellow.

It is.

Into the bankrupt they call.

Pray in confidence.

Oh, man, God knows what about my business affairs.

Telling Matt?

Yes, you.

You and that damned Samuel.

What? Telling him my debts, that's what.

Now he's dunning me for repayments.

Ten and a half thousand pounds, Burton Warren.

Oh. Oh, oh, she says. And how he comes to find out about my finances, my

standing with the bank, my letters of credit and the like. James, if you're

projecting that I would reveal... The manners could have said it not five

minutes back. With respect, Mr. O 'Neill. Oh, you keep out of it.

Sir.

These indiscretions.

I'm sure I know their origins.

Oh, you do, do you?

Mr. van der Reede.

Dining under the most affable circumstances at my club, the Excelsior,

more than one occasion, to my certain knowledge, with Mr. Dawkins.

Dawkins? Only too well placed, I fear, to reveal your financial intimacies.

That damn Dutchman.

Try to make out it, will you?

Die, and you believed him.

Didn't know what to believe, did I?

Come so unexpected.

Well, go on, then.

Oh, you can launch a ship on your own, can't you? What?

Look, I've no time for ceremonies and socialising.

Oh, James! I have ten and a half thousand pounds to buy, but to bother.

Hey, don't forget to get the name right.

Hold her hard by the wind, Bosun.

Hard by the wind.

Captain Vine?

Yeah?

Something I've got to tell you.

Well, I'm listening.

I think you'd best be down below.

Right, let's go.

I lied to you.

The governor was there at the office.

And he still let you go?

No, he went mad.

Eh?

Well, he started yelling at me.

Yeah, telling me never to set foot on my own ship.

Told me to fill my shares, you know.

And then told me to go on the Swansea Column until I learned my place. You

fool!

You run out on your indentures, that's what you're saying.

I've had enough of him. Enough?

Same as you, master.

I mean, if he wants to carry on like he's God Almighty, that's too bad.

Same as me.

That's right.

You broke with him, why can't I?

Because you're a brass -bound apprentice, that's why.

Yeah, but that don't mean he owns me.

Oh, yes, he does, body and soul.

Connolly!

Aye, Captain.

Stand by to send Thompson.

She's carrying enough already.

Is that so?

You're a master as well now, eh?

Telling me?

You own six shares and you reckon you're God Almighty?

Of course not.

This ship is going to Islay and back as fast as she's ever run in her life.

Captain, I don't want to go... Then get you back, boy, back to Mistroden, even

where you belong.

Relief contempt.

Betraying an employer's secrets.

Aye, sir.

Under no circumstances.

No.

Taking a fancy to good living lately?

Aye, sir. You, sir.

The Excelsior Club.

Wining and dining and style.

I've... You deny your friendship with that damn Dutchman?

I certainly deny me, Mr. Vandereen. And sold him details of my business

dealings? Sold?

Never.

He told me he wished to help you.

By it, then you're a bigger fool than I took you for.

Sir? You mean you let him get you drunk and you opened your mouth to him for

now? Oh, Mr. Dawkins.

Your intemperance has cost me a three -masted bark, and that is something that

cannot forgive.

Really, sir, I had no idea of his intentions.

Mr. Dunwoody will send you on your dues.

Mr. Needham. No more to be said.

Mr. Needham. Out, man, out!

Attitude. You can think of that.

I owe that to you just as much as him.

Well, it's me I'm talking about.

I mean, it's me you're failing. My expectations for you.

I don't understand.

Look, I can't make an officer, not like he can.

You sent me calling from Swansea.

That was a spell for obedience. I can't see you around the hall or down the

South China Sea.

No, but I want to. The young swab run out on these indentures.

Captain, I'm sorry.

I mean, I just don't know why I've done it.

Just at the time, it seemed like the end of everything.

Because he said for you to sell your shares in her?

It wasn't that.

I mean, she's only a ship, isn't she?

Well, then it won't pain you to lose her, will it? Because that's what you're

going to do the moment I get you back to Liverpool.

Now, you sell your shares, and you ask Mr. Neen to take you back. And beg him

bended knee if you have to.

Well, what's it now?

From Samuel.

He's docked in Cherbourg and due home on Sunday with his new bride.

Well, I'll bet that.

And the decree barely made final. Yes, well, quick marriages seem to be

favourite in this family.

Anyway, whoever this new bride may be, we have a duty to make her welcome.

Oh, aye. With Sarah away, I, at the very least, a small reception.

Oh, well, do whatever you see fit. Only don't expect me to start putting... And

furthermore, I think it should be here.

Well, I appreciate your antipathy towards Samuel, the divorce. Selling

of mine to that Dutchman. Well, granted, that was unfortunate.

Unfortunate? All right.

But Samuel did come to your wedding reception, you know. He came out of

for Margarita to make her feel welcome. Well, Margarita would have done

perfectly well without me. Margarita, I feel sure, would not wish to be churlish

about this nor risk her health by leaving the house.

So, the obvious place to greet the latest Mrs. O 'Neill is here.

Now, you're right.

Well, the lad is family.

It's not right feuding amongst your own kin.

I felt sure you'd see reason.

I'm a most reasonable man.

10 ,500 pounds.

The paper.

A more than adequate sum for me to purchase that three -masted bark, the

Angelus.

The finish of it.

Advise you to steer clear of me in future.

No, not the finish of it.

Just the start.

I made a grave side vow.

I'm going to beggar you.

That so?

My brother did you no harm.

He even made you and your bride welcome in our home. And you, because of your

blind greed, you destroyed him.

You told me he drowned himself.

Because of you. Took his own life.

Because you ruined us.

Ah.

Thought there might be something behind all this.

Vengeance.

I prefer the word retribution.

But in any event, Eden, you shall pay for his death.

That I vow.

Some time ago, a witch doctor made very much the same vow.

And I've finished up with enough ivory to pay you off.

Don't worry.

Mr. Van der Reijder is just leaving now.

Tell him, Tom.

Come on.

Ah, that's the one we wanted to see. The last one.

Hey!

Clear away!

Clear!

Cooper, just come aboard, master.

What for?

From the distillery.

Here to certify that all them hogs is full.

Then the excise man gonna dip each cask when we unload at Liverpool to check the

elegance. Ah.

Well, just to see that none's been spirited off during the voyage.

Right, Connolly?

Oh, never touch a drop, sir.

Now I'm alert.

Buster?

All stowed fore and aft. Well done. It's bung up and bill's free.

Here's your flogger.

Lively with the Dunnigan.

Come on, we want to catch this tide.

You'll not be going to sound today.

Just you watch me.

There's a nor 'wester blowing, together with a heavy Atlantic swell.

A nor 'wester is just the slag we need.

It could well blow you into hell.

Lively, I said.

There, that should hold them.

Nice and snug.

You'll understand.

My masters will not take kindly to fool risks.

Their job is to brew it, mine to shift it. Could be they know the weather

than us, Captain. Oh, is that so?

I reckon it's worth holding off a couple of hours to see how the glass goes. If

we lose the tide, then if it really blows up, we'll be stuck in here for a

We're just risking the ship for nothing.

Oh, we all know why you don't want to get back in a hurry.

Dawkins dismissed, I hear.

A trail of confidence is like that. What do you expect? A week's notice at the

very least.

What, to sell off more secrets? To tide you over till you find a replacement.

Well, I don't see that there's any need. James, I'll not have you imposing on

Dunwoody. Well, he goes down to the exchange for you. Might as well tell it

both of us.

Look, Dunwoody's had his nose into everything since you moved in. Might as

make it official. First you get rid of Captain Bale.

Now I hear you've pushed young Tom Arnold's loyalty to the limit.

It's broken into plentish.

Any hour.

Didn't push him that hard.

A boy raised in an orphanage.

You're beginning to sound just like... Like Lettie?

She'd have had plenty to say.

Aye.

Still, Captain Baines will bring him back.

Happen I shan't want him back. Oh, James, when that boy comes back... If he

comes back, then we shall see.

No promises now.

Good.

You know, the sooner you get back to sea, the better.

Aye. Now the trouble on shore.

First that van der Rade, an idiot Dawkins, and now Charlotte behaving like

spoilt brat.

Charlotte?

Deliberately slighting Margarita.

How? Well, never come to make her acquaintance, never reply to her

Well, perhaps she's ill.

Aye, well, we've written to Aunt Mary for news.

Here is the reply.

Does it say why she hasn't written?

Well, she couldn't, James.

You see, for two months now, Charlotte has been away from your aunt's home.

Hmm? Well, where the blazes has she been?

Listen. She hasn't. An occupation, James.

A what?

An occupation.

She's not in with this motley crow, is she?

Well, so your aunt said in her letter.

What a whole thing about that.

Explain to your father. Explain what?

I've been on tour.

Singing in Birmingham, Leicester, Leeds.

At the moment, I'm in Manchester.

That's how I was able to come across on the train today.

But I shall have to be back in time for the evening performance.

Charlotte, Charlotte, this is all summer. I should have written to him.

I kept meaning to, but... Now you see, I'm booked to open here next week.

Here? In Liverpool?

At the Pantheon. The Pantheon?

But it's a music hall.

Naturally, I don't perform under my own name.

But should Father find out... Well, you know what he's like. Well, for once, I

think I might be inclined to agree with him. Elizabeth?

Elizabeth?

You know what that damn girl of mine's been up to?

Father?

Don't you...

Father me. Now, James. Blunting yourself, damned music hall queen.

A singer. I'm proud of it. Proud of it? Bringing ridicule on the family?

Exhibiting yourself? James! The Lancashire Nightingale. That's her.

your niece has come to. A damned music hall turn.

Yes. At which I have worked and worked until it is good.

Very good.

And it's given me more confidence than I've had in my whole life.

Because I've done it on my own.

Aren't you so some fine feathers to go with it, too? Charlotte, this is you,

this knight. What does it matter what she's called?

She's been gawked at by Rithrath.

Folks will scum. Their money's as good as yours is.

Charlotte, the way you're billed, they must think highly of you. And well paid,

by all accounts, James.

Pay you well, do they, for this turn of yours, eh? How much do they pay you?

Seven.

Seven shillings a week, eh? You call that being well paid?

Pounds, Father, pounds!

Pounds, pounds.

And I'm opening at the Pantheon next week.

The Pantheon.

I shall bring you some tickets on Sunday.

And then I can meet Margarita at last.

Best reserve a box.

Can't have your father sitting amongst riffraff.

Need two, master.

Order this.

This fall is too bloody tough, eh?

Tear your chips out first.

That old Scotty was right. We should have listened to him.

That Jerry Meyer, his job was barrels, not ships. Don't mean this one can't

founder. It's got a bad name as this ship.

I reckon we should hang some oil bags over the weather bow.

Shall I shorten it down some more?

I've never known you scared of a bit of a blow before.

Never stood to lose nothing before, except in only my life. If this gets

worse, you could lose your whole cargo.

You was the one that stowed them barrels.

Not for a pattern like this.

He's late. It'll be her fault.

She'll be spending far too long over her appearance, all actresses do.

Well, we can't be sure that it is Helen.

Well, Samuel was sure enough about her when she left for America last year.

Helen, too, is an actress.

But how romantic.

One actress in the family is quite enough, thank you.

Thank you, Sir Nightingale, indeed.

But, James, I'm sure Sal is a great success.

Well, in any event, Samuel can hardly allow Helen to continue on the stage.

Mr. and Mrs.

Samuel O 'Neill.

Caroline, this is Aunt Elizabeth.

Lady Fogarty. Oh, please.

Welcome to the family, Caroline.

Thank you. And Aunt Margarita.

I pray that you and Samuel will find true happiness.

Thank you.

And my Uncle James.

Caroline, eh?

You certainly jumped this one on us this time, Sam.

Well, you did set the style, Uncle James. Yes, but we don't expect such

surprises from you.

Could it be that you were expecting Samuel to arrive with a different bride,

perhaps? Really? Who?

Now, Aunt, let's drink to the young one, eh?

Right then, a toast to the happy couple.

The happy couple.

I'm a bone to pick with you, lad.

I'm selling that debt off without as much as a buy and leave.

Well, you'd sell, you see, Uncle.

And I had this offer of a warehouse in New York, so I had to lay my hands on

some money rather quickly. Well, Dandork was, as it turned out, Dandork was.

So tell us, how did you two meet one another?

At a ballpark.

I beg your pardon?

My father is president of the Yankees.

It's the baseball team.

He had Samuel along for the game.

I didn't know he was much taken with sport.

Oh, he isn't.

You see, my father is also president of the Baldwin Long Island.

President of what? It's a bank.

Oh.

Anyone who wants to do business with Papa at the weekend has to come to the

game. How diverting.

And how are Samuel's children?

Oh, given time and a few changes, I guess we'll get along just fine.

Well, Nurse Mumford, for a start.

Oh, but surely I... Back home, we do not fast to precocity.

Nor here.

Then I'm sure you'll appreciate just why I'm dismissing Nurse Mumford just as

soon as my old nanny can get here from New York.

Oh. I would have thought just now a change of mother would be quite enough.

a German, a Niger crown.

Fine as quality palm oil.

I've kept you back a couple of punches so you can judge it for yourself.

But if this Abuchi site is so special, then why haven't the Royal Niger Company

set up a trading station of their own? Ah, haven't the Sir George Goldies? A

mite superstitious when it comes to dealing with witch doctors.

Well, certainly a lot of ivory.

Ah, but it's the palm oil in the long run. Now, the palm kernels will not cost

you more than two fourpenny bits a bag.

What do you say?

Why is the price so low?

It takes into account that you already had an interest in this Niger

Had it in mind as a joint venture all along.

Deal.

Subject, of course, to contracts.

Not now, Mrs. Gibson. Mr.

Gibson.

Why, Samuel.

I had no idea.

Charlotte, this is not the time. I wasn't expecting a family celebration.

Aunt Elizabeth?

Aunt Margarita? Carolina, may I introduce... No, Samuel.

An introduction would be to say the very least uncalled for.

Mr. and Mrs. O 'Neill.

Lady Fogarty.

Excuse me.

Thank you, Charlotte.

Thank you.

Four and main sail, sir.

Still reckon this is a bad luck ship, do you?

I know a chanicle can plot powerful rough.

So can I, Connolly, so can I. Now get you down and check that stowage.

That barrel's a safe enough, sir.

It wasn't what you were saying a few hours ago.

Now check and double check, that's my rule, if one of them hogs broaches a

through shifting.

It'll cost me my contract.

Aye, sir.

Hold it steady while I go below, Mr. Arnold.

Aye, Mr. Connolly.

Smell that malt.

It must be the spillage.

Oh, look at them rats.

They're as drunk as bishops.

Take care, boy.

Little saver.

How's he look?

Hold us steady!

What the hell?

He's gonna blow!

Have here, you swans! The hell? This shit will finish!

Take the hell back out of the port shack! I do!

got a job.

Watch your footy, Tom.

Keep going and trying.

I'm so sorry, nothing.

All right, lad.

It's gonna blow any minute.

Tom?

Tom, lad?

Monument to my damn pride.

Tom!

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