Anne of the Indies Page #2

Heated of a woman'?

This woman, as you have made her, yes.

Are you ready?

-Ready, Captain.

Track him. I cannot do it myself,

for we sail in the morning.

Learn the yard where he was built,

his registry and his sailing orders.

I'll see to it.

Done!

Stuck! Stuck in the gizzard

by a slip of a girl.

Blackbeard, you could have

cut me down at your pleasure.

Annie, lass. Rum for all hands.

We'll celebrate Blackbeard's downfall.

Did you see, Dougal, Frenchie?

Where is he?

He must have left during the fight.

Annie, come, lass!

Not so fast, my hero.

Take your hands off me!

Temper, temper. But you'd best

polish up that smile of yours.

What do you want?

It's not me you have to reckon with.

The Captain wants you in her cabin.

Here he is, Captain.

Where've you been?

Well, I told you. I had

business in Nassau.

What business?

Mine.

A wench? Ls that why

you chose the dress?

No. The dress is still in my sea chest.

Then maybe you're a spy.

You're at liberty to think so.

Be careful, it might go off.

Not by accident.

You're still alive only because I have

no wish to spill blood in my cabin.

But I don't think you're a spy.

You know nothing about my plans.

As for my present whereabouts,

all Nassau knows I'm in port.

So whoever you went to meet,

it was not to report on me.

It was something else.

Well, Frenchie?

Mr. Dougal!

Put him in irons, as we found him.

Over the side would be better.

No.

If he has a secret, I intend

to learn what it is.

Aye, Captain. Here, son.

That was worth waiting for.

Have the watch loosen the tops'ls.

We get under way

with the top of the flood.

Aye, Captain.

How does she run?

Three knots, Captain.

Only three knots with this wind?

She's loaded with barnacles.

Too loaded if we should

meet a man-o-war.

We'd best careen her and scrape

her before she drags like a scow.

Hold a course for Inagua Island.

Fair the weather.

Three to southwest by west to half west.

A few more strokes of the cat

and he'll be a dead man.

Am I to weep like a woman?

No, you're not to do

anything like a woman.

But I believe I can show you

good reason why he should live.

A buccaneer's reason, if you want.

Enough.

Cut him down and take him below.

To my cabin.

I searched his cabin as you ordered.

My first experience as a sneak-thief.

Now I've tasted every crime.

Stow it and come to the point.

I found this concealed in his mattress.

A map.

Half of a map.

It's been cut in two.

See, there's some writing on it.

The Wind's in my eyes.

I'm sorry, my dear. I forgot

you cannot read.

I can read a chart by the shape of

the coast line. That's all I need.

What does it say?

This word is treasure.

This is a bearing...

...south by east three quarters east...

...from some point on the missing half.

There's a word here, faded...

...an M, and 0...

...and this could be a B or an R.

Mob or Mor. Could it be Morgan?

Morgan. Yes, Morgan and treasure.

Captain Henry Morgan.

When he took to Panama City,

he took a king's ransom...

...not all of it's been accounted for.

I could tell you tales of...

What's this coast shown here?

The name is missing.

Come with me.

Forgive me for not rising for a lady.

Where's Morgan's treasure buried?

How do you know about it?

Talk, Frenchie, if you still love life.

I bought that...

...five years ago...

...from an innkeeper on

the Bordeaux water front...

...who found it on the body

of a lodger of his...

Give me that.

Here.

Go on.

I came to the Indies...

...with one thought in mind...

...to find the rest of that map.

I had no luck.

Go on.

Why should I trust you?

Because you have no other course.

What you have learned, I can learn.

But I will save time if

we become partners.

Otherwise, I'll cut your throat and

go for the treasure on my own.

Equal partners, you will swear to it?

For me and me crew, yes.

By the beard of Captain Teach.

Amen.

Go on.

A man in Porto Bello...

...told me of a Portuguese in Nassau...

...trusted by Henry Morgan.

I was in my way to see him when

I was taken by the English.

And he had the other half?

No, but he told me who has it.

Well who, Pierre? Who?

A certain Carib named...

...Pedro Mendoza,

living in Port Royal...

...in Jamaica.

Port Royal.

The lion's den.

Headquarters of England's

Caribbean Squadron.

Could he be lying?

I'd swear it's authentic.

The parchment's old enough...

...and it's difficult to

counterfeit this faded ink.

And the treasure a king's ransom.

No wonder he wasn't anxious to share it.

Care for him, Doctor.

Bring him back to health.

Do we sail for Port Royal?

After we've careened.

I've run the 'Sheba Queen' under

the muzzles of the English guns...

...she'll need a clean hull.

Captain.

-Well?

You have the map. You know all he knows.

Why don't you cut his throat?

I gave him my word.

While the ship is lying

helpless, if any come by sea...

...our cannon here command

the passage through the reef.

That's a nice trick to know.

Blackbeard taught me.

There's little chance

we'll be surprised.

Only he and I know of this cove.

Seems Blackbeard taught you everything.

How long have you know him?

Since I was still unable

to wipe my own nose.

He was father, mother,

school master to us...

...my brother and I.

The brother that the English...

I had no other...

...or sister. He was

my half brother, really.

Of Spanish blood on both sides.

And you?

My father was an Englishman,

so they say.

Named Providence?

His name never passed my mother's lips.

She died when I was young.

I was called Anne Providence...

...because I was born in

New Providence Isle...

...nigh to Nassau Town.

I have no other name.

Yet you've made a name for yourself,

feared throughout the Indies.

Some day it will make them

shake in London itself.

It already has.

-What?

What do you know of it?

Talk. Talk I heard in Port Royal...

...Charlestown, New York.

You've seen much of the world.

What there is of it.

Where were you born?

In Paris.

I have often thought of it. Paris.

They say the houses are like the sea.

Wherever you look, nothing but houses.

Not as clean as the sea, tough.

But beautiful.

Any Parisian will tell you so.

Then tell me. Better, take me there.

Now?

When we've lifted the treasure.

We'll go together as partners.

But they'd laugh at me,

the grand people.

Not at Captain Providence.

A fish on land.

Who did you choose the dress for?

No one.

-No one?

Perhaps for a woman I hope

some day to meet.

See to your scraping

and caulking, Mister...

...and keep a watch working tonight.

Aye, Captain.

Well, good afternoon.

Why aren't you at work?

Dougal's there.

May I help, Captain?

Bear a hand with these lines astern.

They won't pull up properly.

Aye, Captain.

Avast hauling, there. Do you

think I'm made of iron?

A wench who would be fashionable

endures this every day of her life.

Let me see.

There, that's the proper

hour-glass figure.

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