Against All Flags Page #6

I'd have wagered

you'd be home,

finding out if that little

bride of yours could cook or not.

Rot me for

a two-headed baboon,

but it be my turn

to guard the cannon.

Though why it need be

guarded is for someone

with more wit than me

to figure out,

since there ain't no possible

way a spy could get here

without getting his

throat slit first.

Of course not.

It does seem a shame, though, and

such a pretty little thing, too.

It's not fair to that poor

girl to be left at home.

Not fair to her?

Well, what about me?

Well, it's not fair

to you, either.

By thunder!

Look, I've no wench

to entertain tonight.

Why don't I

stand guard for you?

Then you can go home and

give her an extra kiss for me.

Would you, Hawke?

Would you?

Why certainly, old friend.

It'd be a pleasure.

Of course, if I'm on guard

the night I get married,

I'll expect you to do

the same for me.

That I'd be most happy

to do, Hawke. Most happy.

You are a friend,

Hawke, a real friend.

Do a good job,

me lads.

These are cared for, sir.

Then tend to the others.

I'll go tell the MacGregor

woman, then give the signal.

Hurry!

Strike me

if it ain't Hawke.

Where's Crop-ear?

I thought that

a man's place

on his wedding night

should be with his bride,

so I offered to take his place

on guard and sent him home.

Well, now, that's the very same

reason that brought me up here.

My old shipmate

Crop-ear and me is...

Hello, what's that?

What's what?

I'd swear I heard

some hammering.

Hammering?

If you heard any hammering, it must

be the rum pounding in your ears.

I suppose that's it. I...

Now, don't be telling me that's

the rum pounding in me ears.

I'm gonna have a look.

By all means,

take a look.

Take a look at this.

Well, skulk me if you ain't

a blasted spy.

Be at the gate

at midnight.

We're leaving here

tonight in a boat.

I do not want

to go tonight.

None of your

nonsense, girl.

And you can save

your deceptions

for you'll have

no need of them.

He's going with us.

Then I will come, too.

You'll do

as you're told.

If you try any more

of that "again" business,

I'll box your ears.

If you do,

I will have you thrown in

the pit with the cobras.

You and your cobras.

The kisses

you've had from me,

you've had freely

because I wanted them myself.

So there's no need

for lies between us.

There's no need

for you to say

that you love me

if it isn't true.

Because if you lied to me now

when you don't have to...

But wait.

How can I say I love you when

I don't even know your name?

What is it?

You won't laugh,

will you?

Laugh?

Why should I laugh?

Because it's...

It's Pru. Prudence.

Prudence?

Mmm-hmm.

Sweet darling, Pru,

I do love you.

And you've

a lovely name.

Why, it's as lovely as the dew

on primroses in the morning.

I'm sorry for what I said.

It's just that I'm not used

to trusting anyone.

Then I'll just

mention one thing.

That the time for trusting is

when you've a doubt in your mind.

Promise me

you'll remember that?

Good night, my love.

Sweet dreams.

Answer him.

Aye, aye, sir.

Midnight.

They should be here.

I hope there were

no slip-ups, sir.

So do I. I have no desire

to visit those tide stakes.

The best we can expect

is to have our throats cut.

No question

about that.

Harris,

got everything ready?

Aye, sir. All seen to.

The longboat's

ready to cast off, sir.

Good.

You wait here.

Hawke.

You needn't bother. No one's

coming through that gate tonight.

Keep those two covered.

I'll take care of him myself.

Don't be a fool, Roc.

Listen to me.

I've listened to you

for the last time.

Now, will you listen?

It's not Spitfire I want.

It's the Indian girl.

Why?

You Judas.

Now, where were you going?

I don't know.

In a boat.

I thought he was

taking you on the Shark.

Where were you going?

She doesn't know

and I don't know.

You're a liar.

I'm not one that lies,

Mistress Stevens.

I wanted to get her away from

you and your men of blood,

as any decent

woman would.

I had a feeling I could

put my trust in Mr. Hawke.

So had I,

Miss MacGregor.

Now, now, Spitfire, a man's

fancy falls where it will.

There's no

holding of it.

Let him have the girl

and forget him.

Give her to him?

After I told him that he

had no need to lie to me.

After I told him

that I'd shoot the eyes

out of his head if he

dared to. And he did.

And for what? So that

he could steal her?

Blast and curse him.

So that he could steal a

china doll, a porcelain puppet,

who is no more

use to herself

than she is

to any other man.

Give her to him

and forget him?

I will have you thrown

into the cobra pit,

bound before a buffalo

and torn into four pieces,

trampled under the feet

of the Great Mogul's elephant

for putting your hands

on the Princess of Hormuz.

Princess of Hormuz?

The Mogul's daughter.

And you knew it.

So it was a ransom

you were after?

Miss MacGregor,

you'll bear witness to this,

that neither I nor

neither of me two lads

had any knowledge

of this from you.

That I'll swear to,

Mr. Hawke.

Then I'll swear

it came as just as big

a surprise to me as

any one of you here.

And as big

a disappointment, too.

Why, that little baggage,

she's just bewitched me.

She must have

if you couldn't wait

two weeks to get her

and the ship.

What was that,

my lass?

I offered him the girl and

the Shark if he'd take me to...

To Brazil

in two weeks' time.

What was

your hurry?

I don't know,

just springtime.

There's more to this

than we know,

much more

I'm thinking.

Take them

into the shop.

I'll loosen

their tongues.

Keep him here.

Where were you going?

For the last time,

where were you going?

Must we put

the coals to you?

Wait.

We found a map of the

fortifications on him.

Curse you.

So you are spies.

Just like I said when

I first laid eyes on you.

So you came here to

spy out the batteries?

Cut them down!

Take all three

to the tide stakes.

You, take the MacGregor woman

and the Princess to the Scorpion.

Keep them under guard.

It may never matter,

ma'am,

but some time, amid all the

hate you say you're cherishing,

I hope you'll remember a

promise you made to trust me.

Trust you?

The only thing

I'll ever remember

is that I didn't kill you

with my own hands.

Louder, me hearties, louder.

Soon enough, we will

be screaming in earnest.

Curse him.

Now, now, now,

Spitfire.

There's no need

to be put out.

You'll be

taken care of.

Now, it's not

a fair sight to see,

so we best go and

leave him be, huh?

Give me your knife.

Well, if that's

the only way

you can get him

out of your skin,

I'd just as soon

leave you do it.

I never thought

I could hate you more

than when I heard

what you said at the gate.

But I was wrong,

I hate you more now.

Not because of what you

did to me, curse you,

but because of what

you're making me do now.

Sag down, you fool.

Don't move until we leave.

Get to the cannon at once.

Hurry, hurry, my lads.

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