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Captain Rich!

Captain...

Luke?

Was that you?

What? Eh?

I thought I heard.

It sounded like a pig.

Must be the heat.

Now, now, Froggy. Be reasonable.

Come on down, you little baboon.

You want to hit me? Does the Lord Nature
buy thunder?

The strong always eats the weak.

Come on down, lad.

Make a nappet.

Cannibal! Come, Biggie Wiggy.

I'm not Piggy. I'm the frog.

Cannibalism is a mortal sin.

It will bring you bad luck.

It's a rising hellfire.

What about confession?

What do you think confession's for?

Devil, fight your frog.

Have I not told you to trust me?

Have I not proved right again?

Aye, aye, Captain.

Well, you're not to forget it, you
little rascal.

Never lose faith in divine providence.

Never!

Watch

out,

lad! Shark!

There's good sport, though, by thunder,
twas indeed.

You can have me full for breakfast, if
it wasn't.

What do you say?

Whatever you say, Captain.

And without the green?

Ahoy!

Ahoy there!

Tell me, buttons, there's a thin slice
of luck.

See your colors.

Not yet.

Quick! Quick, the documents!

Gold will be your ruin, Captain.

It will cost us our heads. Easier to
live without a head than without gold,

you numbskull. I fight for hatred of the
Spaniards.

I fight for glory, not gold. A man
fights for what he likes the most.

Shiver me soul.

What, Captain Red?

What, Captain Red? What, Captain Red?
Holy powder!

Can't you see those sons of oars ain't
a-changin' course?

She'll run straight past us, all sails
set, with the wind up her tail.

I got him.

She told him good.

Eh?

Is there a ghost ship?

Ghost or no ghost, we need a rescuer in
my wonder.

Ahoy!

Ahoy there!

Ahoy!

Drop the chest, Captain!

Drop the chest!

Thank you.

in toil.

Down to the brig with them.

Come over here and open your lug holes.

If they should question us, remember
this.

Ends fourth on Benjamin Parr of London.

On sand.

Cotton ship of the Matthew Spencer and
Company. Right. Right.

Attacked at night by pirates aboard the
Morning Star.

Sunk with all hands with the sole
survivors.

Repeat.

Benjamin of London, cotton sheep of
tobacco or vanilla would be better.

And who might you be, sir?

Joseph Seraphim Amadeus Bumako.

Bumako? Bumako.

Sheep's cook.

And what the devil are you doing down
here?

I am an iron captain.

And why is that price?

I need to look.

They say Bumako poisoned great Captain
Linares to steal throne.

Throne? What throne?

Throne of Capotec Anahuac.

Capotec Anahuac. Ah, Captain.

Here. Who?

The throne.

Ah, here. You've seen it?

Ah, by little hole.

Where, for God's sake?

Here. But you are here, and you see.

If I may make so bold, they would look
remarkably well hanging from the

yardarm. Yet you just informed me that
they were victims of a shipwreck.

A pair of dogs, Your Honor. An
Englishman and a Frenchman. Lieutenant,

I would remind you once and for all that
the war is over. On paper, perhaps.

When a treaty bears the sign manual of
our most Catholic majesty, personal

sentiment must take second place to
national obligations, Doctor.

Your Honour's vinegar purge.

Another?

It's the fourth today.

I assure you, Doctor, I have naught left
inside me to be purged of.

And Spain's present obligations are
clearly defined by the Treaty of the

Pyrenees. It will get cold, Your Honour.
This treaty expresses the will and

desire of our noble King Philip IV.

Oh! A treaty signed by His Excellency
Cardinal Mazarin.

to the greater glory of our country and
the honour of our Holy Mother.

Tata, we haven't eaten our oatmeal.

Quite possibly. In that case, we need
look no further, should your honour have

no movement of the barrel.

You were shipwrecked, I am told.

We were indeed, your honor, sir.

Till divine providence saw fit.

Dear God, yes.

To put us in the way of this here vessel
belonging to the good king of Spain.

I see.

This shipwreck, how did it come about?

Pirates, devil take them.

Who were these pirates?

Too dark to see, sir.

I did hear them shout a name, though.

Wait, I think...

I heard.

Captain Red, what shall we do with him?

Kill them all, says he. There's naught
but back in vanilla above this oak.

That was our cargo on the morning star,
sir.

Tobacco and vanilla. You heard, Captain
Red, are you sure?

Sure as I've a timber leg, sir. The
villain has been dead these past four

years. Garcia Gomez put an end to him at
Boca del Toro.

This dog must have been dreaming.

Well, ain't no dream, your honor.

As all I possessed went down in that
there skammish.

Only ban I was.

After 18 years of working me fingers to
the bone on a little vanilla plantation.

Life's always dealt me arse.

Take this cursed leg of mine.

Crushed by a barrel of vanilla at the
tender age of 3 and 20.

And that's the girl?

Eh?

On your head.

Was that a barrel of vanilla, too? Not
at all, sir. Not at all.

That I had from the irons they used to
pluck me from me poor late mother's

womb. I hope your honor gave no such
trouble to his own mother.

I'm respect, dog.

Look at it sing.

That tasty little tidbit.

Caramba.

I could make you sing a song or two, and
you wouldn't need your guitar, believe

me.

Are you not, as I've had the pleasure of
being told, the carpenter?

Master carpenter. And a fine trade it is
by the powers.

Many's the time I've regretted not
learning it meself.

Still, too late now, and there's an end
on it.

I perceive your kindly features at once,
Master Carpenter, and was wondering

whether perhaps you might wish to devote
a little of your precious time to me

Timberlake. What's amiss with it?

Cut off short and it's prime, you might
say.

I drift to starboard every step I take.

These are some precious family
heirlooms,

what I've always refused to be ported
from, even in times of direst adversity.

Like this one here.

It's what a gift from me favourite
old... And the other?

Ah, that one.

Me father gave that to me poor old
mother, Goldrissa.

Thank you, gentlemen.

I think we've settled matters insofar as
we're able.

Go take some rest and leave me to
prepare for my own, which I warrant this

time will be a lasting one.

Long live the king.

Long live Spain.

Long live the king.

Long live Spain.

I have done all I could, Your Honor.

I know, my good one. You do, I know.

Alas, there are times when all is not
enough.

Farewell, Doctor.

Unburden your soul to Almighty God.

Confess your sins and repent of them in
all humility that they may be forgiven

you. My sins, how they haunt me.

We both know, my son, how Satan can
profit from a sailor's isolation,

inciting him to shameful, solitary
practices.

I am an old man, Padre.

Very well, then.

There remain greed, anger, pride,
mendacity, both.

Let us wrestle with them one by one.

For some time now, I've been plagued.

By certain weighty questions which
hardly pertain to mendacity or sloth.

What manner of questions?

Throughout my life, I've fought for my
king, my country, and Holy Mother

Church. And God shall reward you for it.
I have killed in their name.

A soldier's duty.

Aye, it is a sorry duty to kill men,
women, and children for the sake of a

nation's gold.

These are savages.

Cannibals, some of them.

They do not even know the value of gold.

An eagle, a sun on the moon.

The throne carries a curse if it is
removed from its rightful place.

The other night I dreamt it was red with
blood.

If we were wise, we would herd it
overboard.

And Neptune might sit on it without fear
or remorse.

But we poor mortals.

And my ship.

What will become of my men?

Why was I born a Spaniard and not an
Aztec?

Why, Patrick, are there never answers to
the questions that truly matter?

Walk.

Crams a peacock twice as handsome.

Away.

And who dies?

The burnlight calls a fire.

And that king is moved as a beach.

Roger.

Lieutenant, you dunderhead.

That's your basket.

The men trying to wreck the suit.

Cast away with the wooden ledges,
tearing them up.

Commander, turn out the guard.

the soldiers.

Why about the soldiers?

They are our brothers.

We would talk to them.

The sons of the people like us.

The officers have fled astray.

Jesus said it is easier for a camel to
pass through the eye of a needle than

for an officer to enter the kingdom of
heaven.

Who's come to mend the leak?

Leak? Uh, Boseman's ordered us to help
the copter. It makes us down with the

splitters.

Must find this leak.

It's said to be close by the armory.

Ah.

Ah. Ah!

Ah! Ah!

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!

Ah!

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!

Ah! Ah

Out of the gump halt with him.

been too good to be true.

Hey, Froggy!

Come stand, old schtuck!

Remove a muscle and I'll blow your
brains out.

will address you.

Now then, what seems to be a myth?

Come now, speak your mind.

There's not to be afraid of.

This is no galley ship.

Well?

Go on, tell him what happened.

They're feeding us rats.

Rat!

Hey, rat!

We want to relieve ourselves, if please.
We want justice.

Easy,

men, easy. Don't all speak at once.

We shall settle this matter amicably.

You.

You.

You.

And you two over there.

The cripple and his crony.

Over here, all five of you.

The rest of you back to your posts.

On the count of three, I shall consider
you mutineers and give the command to

fire. One.

Two.

Three.

Gentlemen, it seems we have just been
spared a mutiny occasioned by this

little rodent which fell into the soup.

And what, pray, does our learned
tradition make of this?

It's boiled.

Ah.

My late... Grandfather partook of
several during the siege of Cartagena

and never suffered any ill effects.

You heard that?

Aye, sir, we did.

Never suffered any ill effects.

That is uncommon good news, you'll
allow.

Aye, uncommon good, but... Come, would
you represent our urgent grandfather to

be a liar?

Aye, sir, or they'll soon slip me
through.

Then kindly be seated.

You are our guest.

You enjoy your meal, gentlemen.

Could it be that you do not fancy
Spanish rats?

Why, but we do, sir.

We think go-dust of them. Alas, we have
but the one.

I pray you, sir, one will more than
suffice.

You are too kind.

Some seasoning for our gourmet.

I fear we have no vanilla.

Would you not prefer the head?

Nay, nay, lad.

I wouldn't rob you of it.

To the last morsel, if you please.

For the love of heaven!

Don Alfonso, you have demonstrated your
dominion over these wretches.

We have all understood.

Enough now. Stop this cruel jest, I
implore you. Stop it at once!

Your desire is our command.

That's it, then.

Whip for him the rope for us.

You might as well pay

for it.

Hey, hey!

No blasphemy, mate!

Not at this hour on the watch!

I do not want to die like a dog.

I'm a wise son, babes.

I'm still young.

Young. They don't have the spunk of a
weevil, do they?

We must get ourselves out of this alone.
Just you, Froggy, and meself. I am with

you, Captain.

You're a bully, Cock. I can see that.
Two sides.

I'm with you, too.

And me.

And me.

What's to be done?

Number one, stop gabbing. Number two, do
as you're told.

Frog, where's the dagger?

In my trash, sir.

Take it, Blue Marco.

just beside the knot, and mind you,
leave a strand on it.

Having made their peace with Almighty
God, through the offices of Padre Don

Antonio Fuentes, these four mutineers
are sentenced to be hanged by the neck

until they are dead.

May the Lord have mercy on their souls.

You should be a boy!

Do you want the represent?

Do you want it?

to Almighty God.

At this supreme moment, my son, you must
confess your sins that they may be

forgiven you.

Matter of fact, Padre, I'd be glad to
have the benefit of your theological

advice just in case of accidents.

You never know.

Resign yourself, my son.

In a few brief moments, you'll be
meeting your maker.

Well, mean times.

I should tell you that I had a mind to
eat the frog, and I'm afraid bad luck

may come of it.

God created animals to be eaten by man,
so why not a frog?

Come, my son, what else besides?

Beg in your pardon, Reverend, but that's
the frog standing alongside.

T'was him I had a notion to eat.

Now that is a serious matter.

Jesus!

Take them on deck.

At your age, have you no shame?

Hands off the prisoners.

Easy. Easy now, hombre.

If there's enough for one, there's
enough for two. Here's your shawl,

mademoiselle.

I beg you to pardon the hole, ma'am,
sir.

Providence has seen fit to deliver this
here vessel from

the tyranny of your degenerate Hidalgo
masters.

I do hereby take possession of her in
the name of the brethren of the coast

and shall henceforth commander.

I am Captain Thomas Bartholomew Red.

about you big head. I can't. I can't.
Well, Captain, where's that water?

Captain Dredd.

What a fuss.

Aye, it is. Captain Dredd himself.

Fletch and blow.

So don't stand there gaping. Sooner go
fetch us a good bottle of Hollands. You

can see the captain's got a thirst on
him.

Well, you old shock.

Got me 632 doubloons marked down in that
vampire's account book of your own?

Strange you should ask, Captain. I was
just casting an eye over your account,

and indeed you're right. That is exactly
the figure.

Though the whole 632 might be difficult
to raise at the moment.

Prices have gone up since you've been
away.

But with a sacrifice, I might be able to
manage, say, a hundred down, and the

balance over, let me see, three months
would that be acceptable?

Bloodsucker. Hmm?

You're trembling.

Is it fever or fear?

Neither one.

I'm all a-tremble with pleasure of
seeing you restored to life, my dear

captain. Your best affidavit of that
would be me 632 doubloons. See the

course I lay?

By great heavens, what's this, captain?

You're short of a leg. Oh, an active man
like yourself.

What a tragedy.

Delay that, me doubloons.

Hendrix, would it be so kind as to bring
me over my casket that I may count out

622 doubloons?

632.

Now we can talk business.

What business?

You don't... You don't reckon I'd come
back empty-handed, do you?

Got me a galleon.

Gold? Oh, no gold, not at all.

Hostages. Not again.

I've had a skinful of them. They're
swarming like maggots all over the

island. I swear I'll never touch another
hostage.

You keep it.

There.

Six hundred and... thirty-two.

Go fetch a frog.

Is that one back as well?

Tell him to bring the hostages.

No, no, no, thank you. Not here.

Move or you'll lose your ears!

I'll give you this much.

What?

I've got the niece of the governor of
Maracaibo.

And the first lieutenant of the Neptune?
First or third, who cares?

For over two years now, I've been trying
to round to the best-known lawyer in

Spain. Nobody wants him back. Not his
wife, not his children, not the bar at

St. Phil.

Nobody. Not him for free.

Mind you, those halfwits did cut his
tongue out. Well, of course, a lawyer

would bow to tell. No, Red, no, I mean
it.

What with the travelling expenses, the
go-betweens, the overheads, a hostage

isn't worth his keep these days.

Neptune?

Neptune? I don't see how she was half as
plain, was she not?

Aye. You say there's no gold aboard?

Come in! Come in, me beauties! Then I
may present you to... No, no, no, I

don't want to see her. I don't want to
see her. Look, here she is.

Niece to the governor of Maracaibo.

You'll cough up 3,000 at least. Flick as
a whistle.

What's your name, sweetheart?

3,000?

Insolent scoundrel.

If you knew your business, you'd know
I'm worth... Ten times as much. Take him

away. Get him out of here. Drown them if
you want to. I want nothing to do with

them. Holy poker!

You son of a double-eyed oar from the
reeking gutters of Rotterdam!

A plague on your scurvy head!

What's wrong with the hostages?

They're hostages. That's enough.

And what's this here, then?

Old samples?

Right.

So how much for him?

A hundred?

Not even.

Last July, Carlos the Portuguese
negotiated an archbishop for only 325.

So a Padre? You can imagine.

Might as well dump him in Shark's Cove.
He's not worth the price of his sandals.

Bring a bit lighter. Out of your juice,
butcher.

You're giving a potty.

I may all eat his eye.

I've lost a drumstick true.

But the rest's all Captain Red.

Offsies over with joy at seeing your
friendly physiognomies again.

Diddler!

Still alive and kicking, you old skunk,
you?

Where's me duck?

Ah, there you be.

So faced as ever.

Bible back. Not grown much greater, have
you?

So, Moonhead, took me for Satan itself
out there, did you?

Soiled your linen, did you?

Strike me blind.

You've as much to say as a shoal of
mackerel.

Look at me.

Four years and more on a poxy desert
island, yet I'm still crack a smile.

What ails you all?

And your tongue's pruned like that dago
lawyer?

That's better, me always.

Let's make the rafters ring.

We'll drain the Dutchman's cellar.
Drinks are on the house. Life's a bed of

roses.

worse than Spanish broadside.

We thought you were killed at Boco del
Toro.

Saints' blood, that's what I thought
meself.

So did the Spaniards likewise, else we'd
not be here now.

Shall forget Boco del Toro for quite a
while. Never did more killing in all me

life, did I, Frog? Never, Captain.

Ah, you should have seen old Froggy
here, screaming, Viva la France, Viva la

France, and lying about it.

What a demon!

That was your day, son, was it not?

Well, twere mine.

Damnation. Planner mall.

Told me leg to shred.

Hey, Scratch, that rum, do we get it
today or tomorrow?

Directly, Captain.

Directly. Moonhead, surprise.

Fetch up another keg. How old are they,
Captain Red?

How old are they, Captain Red? They're
too rich.

All that remained of the Black Princess,
a few spars and such like, broke up on

the reefs of that accursed island.

Four and a half years of scrimping on
turtle meat and coconuts. All right,

purgatory it was.

Not like the good ship Neptune, where
these generous Spanish officers received

us like princes.

Come, come, join our little party. Now's
your chance. You've earned it.

Shift your officers. Make room for the
gentle fowl.

Free our guest flippers that they may
drink the ale.

Having been so handsomely received at
your table, sir, I hope I may prevail

upon you to accept me hospitality.

An officer of the royal fleet does not
drink with pirates.

Takes all kinds to make a world, does it
not, Padre?

It does indeed, my son. It does indeed.

As we hear from Dutch an expert in these
matters, you're not worth a bag of

nails.

So pirate that I am, I find myself
obliged to have you hang from the

yardarm of your beloved Neptune.

You'll be dancing a jig on air come
daybreak. What say you to that?

Death means less to me than dishonor.

Had you the courage, you would confront
me sword in hand.

You will not deign to drink with us, yet
you would taste our steel.

Well, I have any more. It's a play
little game we never tire of, me mates

and I, which I myself call Dead Man's
Nag.

You make a handsome man.

And you, the edge of a thoroughbred.

And if any rider's feet touch the ground
before he's skewered, I'll have you

hanged. Prompt!

Riders and nags alike.

Do not be distressed,

ma'am sir.

I like that.

The winner's life shall be spared.
Captain Red gives his word on it.

Just wondering, the throne of Capotec
Anuac. Who?

Capotec Anuac. Never heard of him.

Well, I gather.

I thought the Neptune... I heard a
rumour that... What rumour?

Nothing.

Just idle gossip.

There's no talent.

about me throne, you dog!

Not a word, Captain!

Not a word!

Mum, at the clock!

I swear!

And who might you be, sir?

I must be that lawyer the Dutchman spoke
of.

Is it you, sir, whose tongue these dogs
have cut out?

Heaven be praised.

Can you assist us?

Do you have a plan?

What does he mean? He appears to be
thirsty.

Thirsty? Ridiculous. What is that to us?

He wants some rum.

In the name of his majesty, I command
you to collect your wits and help us. We

need arms.

Give him some rum.

Three more barrels over my dead body.
You tell him that.

I'd rather you told him yourself.

Barrels of rum are to be taken aboard
the Neptune.

May God help you.

All our hopes go with you, my son.

Quite so, quite so.

Give us a blessing.

I was thinking, if we were to keep one
of these three barrels, would there not

be two left?

What do you say?

Keep it how?

Roll it over the side.

It would sink.

Nay, it'll float.

We can moor it to the anchor and pick it
up later.

No!

Huh? No, later.

And thanks be to God who in his infinite
wisdom has put an end to this miserable

mutiny. The buccaneer is dead.

So is his crony.

Here's a man of metal.

One who put loyalty before treason.

He suffered terribly in the fray, poor
soul.

But his valor shall not go unrewarded.

How say you, Gonzales?

Long live the king.

Long live the king.

Long live the king!

Why

do

you always stare at me?

Captain Red commanded me not to take my
eyes off you.

You're very obedient.

I do my duty.

Is he perhaps frightened that I shall
grow wings and fly away?

Perhaps. And you, sir?

Aye, mademoiselle. Why did you... Why
did you come to my rescue?

Why did you kill one of your comrades
for my sake?

Very good morning to you, Master
Carpenter.

I was just wondering if you had any
further need of me ring.

Since I've been ported from it, it is as
though I would be sitting here.

Why, here it is.

That's good, isn't you?

the next world.

What would they do with her?

Rest easy, my pigeon.

I saw you born and I shall see you
married.

Your safety is precious to these
cutthroats.

Yet, they're not all wicked men.

That Frenchman, for instance.

He seems different.

Anaconda Pine.

That's where we'll hide.

Who goes there?

Password?

Senorita.

Miss Padre and his brave companions have
delivered me from the pirates' clutches.

Conduct me to my uncle.

At once, senorita.

I will call the officer of the watch.

My son.

a communication of paramount importance
to impart to His Excellency.

Kindly convey us fever with the utmost
discretion.

No one else may know of me presence
here.

So, batten down your ratchets.

Did you hear what the Padre said?

Directly, Senorita.

Your uncle will rejoice to see you safe
and sound.

We have all been praying for you,
Signorita.

Permit me to rouse my poor uncle.

You'll see me die of apoplexy.

I beseech you.

Uncle Archibaldo?

On your feet, Archie!

Forgive me, Lord.

San Antonio delivered me from all these
demons.

It is Dolores, your niece.

Eh?

Are we all dead?

Where am I, father?

Not your father, idiot.

I'm Captain Red.

You rat.

Yourself. Repressed for time.

Now bend your ear to this.

I got your niece here, and I'll trade
her for the throne of Capotec Anuac.

What insolence.

That throne belongs to the Spanish
crown. No longer, you whale. I want it.

At once. Never.

You understand?

Never.

Come on, Sonny. Where, Captain?

Right.

What are you waiting for?

I can't.

It is an order. I know, Captain.

But yet, no.

Insubordination.

Mark, old man, stand in for this
traitor.

Now!

Save me, sir.

For pity's sake, listen to your heart.

Surely my virtue is worth a throne.

You agree, Ben? Never.

You shall see the stuff a Spanish
governor is made of.

Monster!

At least have the grace to kill me
before you dishonor me.

Captain, come on.

He doesn't care two couples for his
needs. Let's have his eye out.

No. Hey, there's a pretty notion.

I'll take a peek at his brain.

Spare him. I beg you.

I'll give you my jewels.

All my jewels.

Have pity on him. I implore you. For the
sake of the mother that bore you in her

womb.

Oh, my God.

My God, get off quick. You're killing
me.

Out of your crib.

Now, be a good man and do as you're
told.

Else, take your pen.

Here, set this down.

I,

Archibaldo... What's your name?

Archibaldo, Archibaldo... I, Archibaldo,
and the rest of it,

Governor of Maracaibo... Knight of the
Holy Sepulchre.

Stovet, right of Maracaibo, to hereby
discharge First Lieutenant

Don Alfonso de la Torre of all
responsibility for

me frown.

No, no, no. For the conveyance of the
frown

of Patek Anouak. Goodbye.

Enter. Ah.

Your Excellency.

I respect Senora. Lieutenant, we are in
a grave predicament. The pirates attack

at dawn. Let them come. We shall be
ready for them. Calm yourself.

This resourceful Blackamoor contrived to
escape from their lair. He knows their

plans.

Speak up, my good man.

It is I, Lieutenant.

It is Pumaco.

What?

That black dog here?

That renegade?

Settle his score here and now.

Governor! Governor!

Protect me!

You shall die, Lieutenant. I grant him
pardon. But, Excellency, his rightful

place is on the scaffold, grotted with
the rest of them. Donald Holmes, sir,

kindly bear in mind...

I alone am responsible for the
administration of justice.

As you say, Excellency.

But this reptile sought to poison
Captain Avila de Linares. It's not true.

I love the captain like my own mother.
Shut your mouth. Retrain yourself,

Lieutenant. Remember, you're addressing
a pardoned man.

He's the one.

He jealous.

He poisoned our good captain.

Apostle.

Your pardon, Excellency.

I cannot hear you.

Aye!

I was saying this cursed gout makes me
suffer the torture of the damned. I'll

peg on it.

Well, enough of my afflictions.

Time is against us, Don Alfonso.

Captain Red, that filthy... Aye!

I mean that noted gentleman of fortune
intends to board the Neptune at dawn and

take delivery of his...

That is still the throne of Capotecan.
I'll make mincemeat of it. In the

meantime, I have resolved as follows.

The throne will be taken into
safekeeping by two secret envoys of

mine.

They will come bearing a letter which
will absolve you from all further

responsibility. That is all.

You may withdraw.

Very good, sir.

And the password?

Password? Oh, let me see.

Gout is gold.

Gout is gold.

So be it, Excellency.

Thank you. No.

My apologies.

Can you count?

Count what, Captain?

Count. One, two, three, four.

Five, six, seven, eight. That'll do,
that'll do. Perfect.

You're to count to 10,000.

One, two, three, four. Not yet.

As soon as we leave.

When you reach 10,000, you're to join us
aboard the brig in our condo bay.

Understand? Ah, Captain.

Yeah.

No one's to leave this room alive before
10,000. Not even you.

Not even me, Captain.

I had more trumps like you under me.
Come on.

Who goes there?

Doubt is gold.

An order is an order.

So be it.

Lower away.

Lower away.

Triple the guard.

All hands remain at their post.

Aye, sir.

3994, 3995, 3996, 3997,

3998,

3999,

4,000,

4,001, 4,002, 4,003, 4,004.

Ah!

of this!

Don't let him think!

What is it?

Since my neck is at stake, I've 11
mouths to feed.

And this? Oh, it's my part of duty to
search all.

Rum?

Never turn a plant out of that.

I come to bid you farewell.

And thank you.

Farewell?

Fate wished us enemies.

Yet you have twice saved my honor.

You're leaving?

Alas, this very evening I sail for
Spain.

But you... This evening... And... And?

My uncle has... Don Alfonso has been
promoted captain of the Neptune.

Oh, I'm so unhappy missing my filet.

Come, Jean-Baptiste.

There is more.

My uncle had betrothed me to Don
Alfonso.

Against my will.

What do you have in your little basket?

My little angel.

God bless you kindly all.

I... I have not yet told you the worst
tidings of all.

Tomorrow... at dawn... you are both to
be... the

rotted.

What about the frown?

Captain, you are to be... tomorrow.

I don't. I heard you, but where's the
proud? We don't give a herringbone for

your damn throne.

He don't truly mean it. He just shook
up.

The throne is back on the Neptune.

Ah.

Captain, the Lord teaches us
forgiveness.

I shall pray for your soul.

Farewell Jean-Baptiste.

No sweeter voice could compliment a
sunset of such breathtaking splendor.

Thank you, Captain.

To be master after God of as fine a
vessel as this would gladden the heart

of any man alive.

I'm sure of it.

Yet for me it is not enough.

I mean to wait until such time as you
may deign to appreciate my qualities.

And so, you may come to love me.

Good night, Dolores.

Good night, sir.

Yes, my lad.

That little speck is a brig.

I hope it is not a pirate, Captain.

Have no fear of pirates, Signora.

They would receive a warm welcome.

The Neptune carries 70 cannons.

Besides, she is the fastest galleon in
the royal fleet.

The fastest?

Yes, sir.

Take that craft there.

A brig.

Every stitch of canvas out.

Yet she hasn't gained a cable's length
on us since dawn. Why should she follow

us?

She is not following us.

She is merely sailing in the same
direction.

just to put some fire in your bellies.

I'll go back now in victory or death.

Take some pills.

Secret mission.

Soyuz down!

I'll hunt you down!

I'll skin you alive!

Here's an answer you want to borrow, you
slimy French toad!

You bet he is!

Captain, Rumako is dead!

Prog, what o'clock is it?

Six.

Or eight. Good.

Give us a name in the boat of Malaga.

face, damn you.

Drink, eat.

We're alive, aren't we?

And Frog?

Yes, Captain?

Would you do me a kindness and sing a
little while I nod off?

And mind you, sing. Don't pray like a
donkey.

Sing that little French ditty I've a
liking for.

Thank you.