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Goodbye!

She's a flying ship, girl.

Better when she works.

Is there a chance of a burf?

Say it'll be forever.

On the barges, gov. It's never blue, right?

I never blew like it.

Run away from old India.

Half of business.

Street trading.

And for that, I was a doctor going on, I'd hope.

Where are you now?

Like reading right, girl.

The night, old boy.

I shouldn't want it as you can.

You'll make no more on your keep bank.

It's come.

Yeah, the blue tree.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

It's come.

Cabin boys, scully, chips and sale makers make.

It's almost on the dog's body at your service.

Dogs bone more luggage, a little skip.

As you please, girl.

Call me master.

Governors are for prisons and colonies.

Hi, master.

Is that me and I'm on there?

No one ain't on until the owner's got a cargo for us.

Senior un eating.

The silver.

Fruit.

Correct.

Your schooner.

The one presently clearing cargo at number 10, what?

Clear an hour gone.

And so ready to make passage for the Azores.

She'll outfly those sock and schooners that you've been using.

Confirm that and you have a contract for the season one guinea parton.

For the full season?

When you have proved her paces.

She'll sell on the tie.

And I shall make passage with her, huh?

How's that?

Thirty years in England.

Time to leave my son Eduardo in charge here.

Oh, I see.

So the contract will be with your son?

With me, senor.

With me.

If you ship me and my possessions, my few possessions.

And how many is few?

Oh, seven, eight cases.

Across your tardy bit, you know, to ship that lot with a mail steamer.

The value of my contract.

Any salary comes skip over me.

All right, all right.

Free passage.

Good.

Now, please.

Special security for my possession.

Especially your thieving British seamen.

Nobody thieves on board, lice.

Yeah?

Bains?

Bains, sir.

Ah, yes, sir.

Toss her to sail on the tie day to the Azores.

Fruit?

Oh, and eight cases to be kept under special lock and key.

You can knock up a petition in the corner of the hold.

Oh, satisfied?

Well, all right.

Well, the server.

I shall not see you on board the ship.

Nobody got to see you.

Okay.

Does need trust us?

Forgigies.

You give me your contract for the season?

I'll have it signed before we put a mature up onto Delgado.

We?

Hey.

Johnson to the fruit trend, Seth.

How long is faster time out of her as ever you will?

Maybe so.

Well, then who's going to be a master?

You or me?

Why would you like to stay on shore?

Keep on Seth's company.

Oh, Seth will manage and enough alone.

Hopefully it's Clark's ticket first class, he's Seth.

So, got complaints, have we?

Just wondering about my ship.

You mean those boilers aren't fitted yet?

They haven't even arrived.

What?

But I told you weeks ago to get it sorted.

I know, I know, I've written to him twice.

Written?

Look, you get yourself to battle and furnish personally.

Get off your backside.

Do so much useful like a partner should.

Damn it, Mr. Eddy.

No!

You damn it.

You see to it that that steam tub of yours is ready to sell when we come back next month.

Must be three years since we last met Mr. Jarvis.

Hi, all of that. Carribeen it was.

You were heading over the Black Pearl.

Hi. Good times.

Well, what'd you think of it?

Well, I reckon when you got those boilers fitted, she'll be as good as you.

And a lot of work on them.

Must have cost you a bobber too.

Well, I've got a puff and a house.

Well, but she was all yours.

Hi, so she was.

Uh, times, eh?

Hmm.

Who have you rode in with?

Oh, Needed Life.

James O' Needon.

Oh, you'd have the shirt off your bag before you know it.

Can't you get shot of him?

I only wish I could.

Worst day's work, I ever did going in with him.

Treats me like some damned errand boy, not a partner.

Hmm. He was I hoping you'd have needed a first mate.

Well, happen, I will.

Six or seven weeks, maybe.

Not ever needen, has any say in it.

We didn't exactly part in the best of terms, him and me.

As master of this ship, I choose my own crew, Mr. Jarvis.

Not while you needen, your partner, you won't.

Hmm.

Still, thanks for the drink.

Well, she's a fine ship.

Pity, you lost her.

I'm sorry.

When does Uncle James leave?

On the next tide, this time the Azores.

He's not one to swallow the anchor.

Mr. Wood, like his daughter.

About these bills of sale.

No, Samuel. About Charlotte.

Look, can't let you know you mean well.

You don't want me poking my nose in, is that it?

No.

No, it's just that I feel I should be able to deal with Charlotte on my own.

Well, sometimes it just helps to talk about me to needen.

Freedom?

But she has a nanny for the children, servants to run the house, but more can she want.

Perhaps.

An allowance.

Some means of her own.

Cash.

Well, Samuel, she is tired to you for everything.

Bar the air she breathes.

Give her enough to make her feel that she's someone in her own right.

Mrs. And Eden?

Mr. Burgess.

Light on gallantry this morning.

Forgive me. A bad day.

My father, no doubt.

My father doesn't always win.

No. He's so...

They make men live like sorrels.

Or snarls.

Tipping with us?

Also fast and dry.

So you best look to your galley?

What will you see?

Oh, you hear that lad?

There'll be some handy pittings in the go.

Like what?

Like a clog.

That's like what?

Three thousand pounds.

Cash.

Well, credit up to three thousand.

Credit with the bank.

But I'm not thanking for joining it all out and won't go.

Is it Samuel?

Also, these.

Registered in your name as of this morning.

A leading line, Cher.

Fifteen percent of the total.

My...my dowry.

As was, now you're on.

Why, Samuel?

What's it about?

You lass.

It'll give you a sense of freedom.

And you'll have to make a few more of your own decisions.

But...but so much.

Oh. Mark of respect.

Now then, tomorrow.

London, first train, the exhibition.

What?

Exhibition of inventions.

You said you wanted to see it.

Oh, yes, yes, I do.

Well, now, I'll take you.

No, no, not tomorrow.

Maybe next week.

No, now, tomorrow.

I'd like to. I really wouldn't.

But if you remember, I do have an appointment.

Well, they're cancelled.

Oh, I can't.

It's to do without let his flock works.

There's some query from the accountants.

I'll put them off. It won't be the end of the world.

Charlotte, I know you've no head for business,

but what with all this money I've just given you,

I'm stretched to the limit.

Now, I'm sorry, but I'll have to be on that Manchester train this evening.

This evening.

Yeah.

And I've asked that Mr. Burgess around, especially to meet you.

That fellow went on to James's office.

Tonight.

Especially.

Hmm.

Well, don't worry. We can invite him some other time.

I'm sorry, Charlotte, but business comes first.

Fancy! You there!

Crumbs are off open.

Take care.

I will. I will.

So goodbye to England.

You're going to have Mr. and Eden along his company, sir.

Oh, is that so?

A freight company will be as little used to me as food.

You're poor, say, loser.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

You're standing off, Captain.

You're waiting for you, sir.

The long is all stowed to your liking, sir.

Ah, falling.

Should be in for a spryclier, huh?

I'm looking forward to meeting your husband.

Oh.

Well, some of you suggested you come this evening, so I sent you the note.

And within the hour, Richard and I were in the morning.

And so I sent you the note. And within the hour, a Richard telegram called him off to Manchester.

No, I thought.

He's a bachelor gay.

He clicks his food.

Let him come all the same and sing me some sea songs.

Just a thimble. I've no head for it.

I'd only found out the girl's name. I popped her brother and asked after my intentions.

Here, boy. See if her passenger takes some bread.

Yeah.

It's my best vintage, is that?

The passenger's not rubbish, neither.

Ah, no, no, no.

What was that Welsh, Jose?

I guess she really said a cabo beat that they'd be like...

Oh, no, go away!

Right, I'll go.

Yeah, yeah.

I haven't put one on this for you. The first man, Janine, tell us how I'm going to be paying for a place in this day.

And this is your door full, I am not that happy.

Oh, I still could marry someday, though.

Oh, I'm not particularly...

Yes, I could be glad. Not with the owner on board.

Ah, how are you? It's no god-almatic.

No, the almighty is just a merciful.

See, the boss has got ideas about himself.

No more than to see on his back respected for their work.

Respect!

They are my man, never.

They are my man, never.

They are my man, never.

From this, I'll part.

A voice fit for the stage, sir.

Where I yet may end the way things look.

It's true. Working as your father's office, boy, I've seen the light.

Realised I'm not half ruthless, I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

Working as your father's office, boy, I've seen the light.

Realised I'm not half ruthless enough for the harsh world of commerce.

You both have ambition, but my father's driven by pride.

You, by the spirit of adventure.

Which is the more worthy, the more desirable.

Time I was under way.

Oh, well.

What have you got here?

Very handy.

I thought we were checking for leakage.

Oh, there's more than one kind of that.

You ask yourself, Tom, why is all this lock top most secure?

Not the man.

Would you reckon crown jewels?

That could be some handy pittance that nobody had missed.

Mother.

The help of the We fella here.

See, these fields are the keys from the master's cupboard.

Get some tomorrow when I'm down there to coke you unseen.

We unlock, unscrew the lids, sift through for this and that.

They'll be missed.

Not if the crates are screwed down, neat and proper like they were before.

Strong hold re-locked.

Keys back in the master's cupboard.

Crepes unloaded after redock.

Weenip ashore and trade the pickings.

Sounds fair, Glasgow.

A thing of pure beauty?

Not from me.

You'll tear yourself out!

Also, master might get rid of all that fine brandy you've been selling.

Selling, but I'm not being selling.

You're once against those!

Right, mate.

Hi, Glasgow.

It ain't like that.

You saying she's under bad?

I am.

There are four of you.

Two APs are cooking the vine.

He's not exactly a teakliver.

One hand for each fifty tons of recognized burden.

Who is that?

Oh, my dear.

Well, I take it he does need darkness.

We could have shutters fitted to the gazebo.

I didn't understand.

For his seances.

You're a spiritualist friend.

Oh, you mean Mr. Pilgrim.

Really Elizabeth, you shouldn't mock.

My dear Sarah, I am altogether just anxious to welcome you.

Oh, dear.

There are so many things to review.

That's the house.

Oh, and I'm due to take the waters of Bath for a start.

Very well after that.

But what about you?

Your social activities.

Oh, nothing.

My life is one of almost unvaried blameless.

Oh, it's true.

Apart from the office and certain business activities, I...

Mr. Oak shot a breeze.

Oh, my dear.

What does he want, Gladwin?

He has a riding coat for you, my dear.

A riding coat.

Obviously from Daniel, that kind of thoughtful.

No, Sarah.

It is neither kind nor thoughtful.

Very well, Gladwin.

Show Mr. Oak shot him.

I shall simply send it back with a message to Daniel.

Send it back, but why?

For a month after we parted, Sarah, he sent me flowers.

Gentlemen insisted on the very latest styling.

It's exquisite, at least to Mr. Oak shot,

that courtesy of trying to dance.

Please.

And in no circumstances.

His lordship did anticipate some resistance, but said...

Why can't Marston the lady?

The Vyker Marston.

Uniquely so, I fancy one.

But surely he can't buy titles, perhaps, but with the manners of a bog trotter.

Oh, forgive me, sir.

Only if you...

Yes, I forgot to tell you about that, Sarah.

It was when I was out riding.

I'd stopped to water that new gilding of mine when...

All of a sudden, out of the blue, this madman comes charging across the Ford.

The fellow Albert ran me down.

Completely spattered me with mud.

It was most on Mannerley.

Said to offer this, your leadership, to make amends.

Mm-mm.

And fittingly enough of that.

Well, I never chose Marston, one of the most eligible men in the north of England.

No, my dear.

It is altogether out of the question.

What is?

If this is your unvared bloodness, I wouldn't dream of intruding upon it.

Adam's.

He's been listening to that socialist rogue, Avelock Wilson.

I ought to be put on public trial for incitement.

Wilson's every right to speak his ideas.

Ideas?

Poison?

Poison in the minds of honest folks' lives.

And don't you go defending him?

I've heard him whining to you about thundermanning and crowding sale.

When he's up, he's down there now.

Listen, I don't think we ought to go.

You do as your toad or else your forage.

For it.

Kth, Go.

Alright.

That's fine, son.

Hey, boy!

Give her a hand!

Give her a hand!

Give her a hand!

Give her a hand!

Give her a hand!

This is all set to become another Samuel Cooner at overnight.

You're shifting corners.

Mr. Needy!

Mr. Needy says the boat, son.

Boos is over, son.

Put her about, then. Put her about.

I'm dying! Ready the boat!

You, boy! Give her a hand with the boat!

Take the strain by our imagination.

Oh, Harry, I don't want to caught in irons.

Leave the talk to me.

Adam was drunk, came after you.

I stopped him.

First thing, down the hold for those keys.

Remember, you're in as deep as we are now.

They got in by the Lugus.

Update! You're the boy, Agent of the Saloon!

Agent Dunxer.

Adam's?

Now, don't you get foul of me, McDade.

Well, truth or answer, see, it was a lad here.

Hey?

Adam's was lost in after him.

What, because of the drink?

I went for him like a wild animal.

Right, what?

Hi.

The boats and went for you?

I chased him up in deck, we didn't have him well pinned.

Is that right, boy?

Yes, Master.

Well, that's when I went after him.

Me and then Ned Harris, region he was.

Aye, sir.

Are you swear proper?

That's where it's at God.

Oh, get her.

That boy's lying.

I'm going to tell tales against his folks all nights.

Folks all threaten us more like.

Why should they lie?

Well, Adam's may have been a damn plague, but he was no grog man.

Nor wanted to go stupid over a slip of a boy like that.

Aye, man, but don't dig into that, or you'll leave us with no hands at all.

We'll have to blister our old warweiser.

And I'm gonna have a good rummage round this ship.

And that old for a star.

All right, then. Do me a favor now.

Thank you to wait until we sight the Azores, eh?

So we're back in Peter Mappney.

Don't you ever keep putting me on that again, boy?

Oh, can't help if I'm light footy. Can I?

Right. You keep your eye open while I stall the rest.

Wait.

It's time to see if I can hold it.

Put the keys back.

No, not yet.

I told you to put them back.

You're gonna have another challenge, shut up, why?

Look, boy. You go and put those keys back, right? No.

I'll buy them anytime. I'll go and wait until the saloons empty.

If they find those keys, they're missing.

They're sitting at seven bells, they're taking down some tea.

I'm gonna try and get them back.

I'm gonna get them back.

Why don't they find those keys are missing?

They're sitting at seven bells, they're taking down some tea.

I'm gonna try and put them back then.

Try.

Well, you better do better than that.

Well, Elizabeth, it's a very interesting proposition.

We should be ideal companies, eh, around I?

I'm sure.

And Mr. Pilgrim is to be banished to the gazebo, I hear.

Well, now, where is this famous riding code?

Oh, Sarah and that tongue of hers.

Well, she always did say more than her prayers.

Indeed.

Hi.

What?

Least.

The dashing vicar must have offended a man of taste if impulsive.

Yes.

Now, Q, I'm not the only one in the family to do it.

I'm not the only one in the family to do it.

I'm not the only one in the family to do it.

I'm not the only one in the family to do it.

Oh.

Charlotte.

Really?

A whole new outfit.

Still, it's hardly surprising.

Samuel lavishing all that money on her.

Oh.

Well, haven't you heard?

£3,000 and his own needing shares.

But, shit.

Well, I-I called this morning really to see young Robert.

Charlotte was in the middle of her fitting.

Naturally, I remarked on the expense and she told me that.

Brodus brass.

£3,000.

What I can't understand is how Samuel could have done such an ill-advised thing.

Bob?

Why, Mr. Burgess?

How most fortunate.

Well...

I shall return with Mr. Burgess.

Yeah.

Yes, sir.

That was tactless of me. I should have driven past.

Why?

The groom.

No, but we have nothing to hide.

Have we?

Servants gossip just the same.

Your husband could misread it.

Whatever the truth.

Might remind him it's no mere chattel, he's married.

Amorous?

Maybe the wrong way's doing things.

Look.

You saw her, it was.

I'm right just full.

I'm blaming, yeah.

Why?

Just the same wolf this ship's on his ever-I-can.

How are you gonna slip your cable?

Since when Ponderdale guarded tomorrow. I'm off.

There's your ship. Help me, you wee.

Oh, you're a mate, Glasgow.

Well...

I'm gonna stick together.

Charlotte, are you saying that your husband without any rhyme or reason just gave you £3,000?

Yes.

But why?

He said it was sweet.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

But why?

He said it was a mark of respect for me.

£3,000, eh?

Did he impose any condition as to how you should spend the money?

No.

He simply said I should make my own decisions.

Ah. Yes, very wise.

Yes.

How clever of him.

How do you mean clever?

Well, don't you see?

At the moment, you have no interest in business whatsoever.

Now, he obviously hopes that you will invest this money in some worthwhile venture.

Thereby, foster an interest in business.

I never thought of it like that, but yes, you can't...

No, the question is, what should you invest in?

Obviously something at which you have some knowledge.

Shipping, for instance.

Well, yes, I do know a little about that.

But it must be a sound investment, and of course you must be able to trust the people concerned.

Yes.

Ideally, you want to go into partnership.

Oh, dear.

What a pity you ever spoke to your husband about the Black Pearl.

Why?

Well, don't you see?

Now I'm on a bound to offer him that half-share in the Black Pearl.

Would have been a golden opportunity for you, Charlotte.

But it still can be said.

I haven't had a chance to talk to him.

Really?

Now, that is fortunate.

My word.

Charlotte only didn't in shipping.

Wouldn't that surprise everyone?

Yes, wouldn't it? How much would it cost?

Well, now, let's see.

1,200 for the half-share.

Say, 800 for the refitting.

Yes. 2,000 pounds.

That would make you half-owner of the Black Pearl.

2,000 pounds.

We'd turn a tidy profit in steam.

10% a year, at least.

And we'd have a proper contract drawn up.

But, of course. Everything legal, incorrect.

Well, then I'll do it.

You've made a very wise decision, Charlotte.

And who knows?

We could forch him.

You might even be able to buy a few more of these shares.

And what shares are those?

The uneaten line. I own 15%.

What do you know?

Welcome aboard.

partner.

My accountants reckon you deceived me, aren't they?

Do they?

You sold me that factory on the strength of last year's accounts.

Nothing wrong with those.

Oh, no, but there is with this new agreement with your workers.

You knew? You said it was the talk of the Chamber of Commerce.

The wages increased, but you didn't tell me about the other things, did you?

Well, it wasn't signed then, Samuel.

Reduced hours, free meals, outings.

I wonder you didn't throw in full board and keep while you were about it.

That agreement.

It's as straight as Sunday.

All right. They don't work on Sunday, they'll do.

Anyway, I'll set the remedy.

You've not docked that penny an hour.

No, I've not. I should have.

But I've told McGahy to get them back on full hours.

Oh, s***.

No, I've got all this to fill. I'm not in business, but, Charlotte.

What?

Well, you're very generous towards her by all accounts.

3,000 in her dowry shares.

You Charlotte been here?

Never mind how I know.

It's too much, Samuel.

Well, you were the one who told me to...

Oh, now the filly, the run of the batter, guys said.

I'll turn her loose on the common.

No more than my father did for mother.

Yes, well, that's it.

Charlotte is not Sarah.

Don't see the difference.

Sarah has no pedigree for...

For what?

For philandering.

Oh, let's show that.

I'm simply saying that a fortune like that is too much cash for the girl of her spirit.

Make her own decisions, you say?

Oh, I and her own mistakes, too, at this price.

And allowance of two or three pounds a month was all I meant.

Hmm.

Ah, well, I'm not so mad to go back on my word, aren't I, s***?

Mr. Jarvis!

I'm below Captain Burgess.

Got my note, then.

All right.

Just the bird assigned for his onesie-culler.

What's this all about?

Just come from the solicitors.

The black pearls mine, huh?

What, um, a ridge and die, are you?

I've got a new partner now.

You just said she was yours.

That's good, I guess.

Listen, my new partner is a young lady with more money than sense.

Those little at the sea, even less about business.

Clever.

And how did you convince uni-din to sell?

I haven't yet, but I will.

As soon as he gets back, there are more.

Mediterranean?

Red Sea?

Through to the Pacific.

Are you on?

Morning as well.

A month?

No more.

Um, costs money, Wigden.

Long time for a week.

Half pay.

John.

What happens to your lady friend?

You slip her along with the cable.

No, no.

Fair play, Mr. Jarvis.

Reckon I'll send her a few pounds from time to time, just to keep her happy.

Might even send her back a parrot.

Sorry, sir.

What are you up to this hour?

Oh, she's practicing.

Sam, Mr. Perry is a teacher of Barnardos.

It is always to be sure and practice her letters.

I'm sorry, Mr. and even, sir.

The fate of Boussaint Adams was... was what?

Terrible to say.

Land on the portbell.

Well, time to.

There's go.

You see that boy?

Mr. and Needon's calling for him.

Oh, not a sentence we docked?

Mr. and Needon won't lie that.

You can't assign that.

The slowest voyage of my life.

If you'd once shown your nose on deck, you'd have noticed that we were beating against a sawwesterly all the way.

So, where's that coming boy?

Grown, sir.

Searched him to stern and not smell of him.

Hey?

Oh, I reckon he skipped off.

I thought as much.

Did you know?

Left in my cabin.

How about his sloths?

Take those with him too?

I couldn't say with sure, sir.

OK, to take a look, Captain.

I'll deal with that.

Ode-Din, about this contract, now.

Fancy we should check on some of your belongings.

They are all unloading.

I happen one or two choice items might have been left here.

It's gone.

Everything he owned.

And some of yours along with it, I shouldn't wonder.

Why, young jade?

Take a look and see.

Please run the way, Captain Vane.

Please, sir.

I, erm...

Our passenger heads an item, it's pilfered from his belongings.

Ah, that boy?

Certainly how it looks.

He's pilfering the crates while you were down in the hold, corking.

I shouldn't wonder.

Ah, that was a song, sir.

No, no, both on Adams.

Sir?

Well, maybe both on Adams, chanced down the hold while the ploughring was in progress, caught the thief for it handed, and paid the price for his, er, vigilance.

It was dunc, sir.

Tasting the boy like we said.

Oh, it's not how the boy puts it at all.

Oh, of course he wouldn't, sir.

Not if he was a thief, you know, he's bound to tell it different.

Ah, that's because, Mac Day, he was doing the thieving with you and the boy drawn into it.

Never.

You deny killing both on Adams?

Of course I do.

Oh, then maybe you wouldn't mind the captain here going through your seat, sir.

No, go ahead.

Ah, thought you wouldn't have got far.

Go on then, get your slops.

There they go.

Your two mates.

For the dropper, I shouldn't wonder.

There are no mates in mine.

Of course they were.

Let's just hope you've learned a lesson from this old lived business.

This girl.

Mm.

Needing a lesson and spelling it all.

Alice is an h in it for a start.

Right, repeat after me.

Alice.

Alice has an h.

Alice has an h.

Alice has an h.

That's my goal.

Simon, please, sir.

Oh, for the full season.

Oh, multi-obregato, senor.

Oh, what's a multi-obregato?

Hey, satisfy Mr. De Silva's worries about your fruit contracts.

Oh, hey, this calls for a drink to serve at the Prandtlant.

No, no, not for me.

Now, from your English food.

Hey, it's no drink.

Never.

What about those two bottles at the boy broocha, hey?

Pardon?

My...

Excuse me.

Oh, boy, what's you doing?

It's a mooky.

Three, I said, and three, I meant.

Hey?

Well, we need someone to handle that together.

Don't know.

On the next tide.

The chief's a sec, master.

Let's teach him the helm, captain.

I've got a long way to go.

I've got a long way to go.

I've got a long way to go.

I've got a long way to go.

I've got a long way to go.