Anne of the Indies Page #6

...this was where the buccaneer

captains marooned their men.

There's plenty of water...

...though it's salt...

. "shade",

...though you must dig for it...

...and good company.

You see, my true love...

...I have arranged for you and

your wife a new honeymoon.

It will not last too long.

The best things in life

are short and sweet...

...like our few weeks together.

I ask a favour, now...

No, Pierre.

Put my wife safe ashore

in some civilized port...

...and I'll go with you, on your terms,

wherever you say.

No, I'd rather die.

She has more courage than you, Pierre.

But it's too late.

Much too late.

Then shoot us now. Let us die clean.

And spoil your honeymoon?

No, I want you to enjoy it.

To see your love scald

and bloat in the sun...

...her tongue turn black

and shrivelled...

...her eyes change...

...till the only light in them

is the light of madness...

...till she cuts her wrists

to drink her own blood.

No one but you would

do such a thing as this.

The men you've known all

your life, scum as they are...

...Bonnet or Rackham,

even Blackbeard...

...not one of them would sink so low.

I am Captain Providence.

Give us no more than

Blackbeard would...

...a clean death.

You like to play the man...

...then act like one.

But I'm a woman...

...as you're so fond to reminding me.

You should have thought of

that when you betrayed me.

Now I'm making sure that your

last thoughts will be of me.

No! No!

He promised! He promised!

Promised! No!

You'd best go down.

Three days and nights of this.

No.

What is it, Anne?

Nothing, I was dreaming.

A light.

Strike a light!

Better not.

Much more of that'll kill you.

Do you tell me that?

You pay me to advise you.

Then tell me why I dream.

In an ordinary human being

it would be called conscience.

Come about, Doctor.

You're driving on a lee shore.

It'd be the thought of those

two on that lonely cay...

...taking their time to die.

I hope they're weeks

at it. Let them learn.

I used to like you.

You asked and gave no quarter,

but you were gallant...

...and somehow, clean.

But now you've become

a creature so foul...

...that even your crew can

no longer stomach you.

No more, bloodsucker.

Jealousy is a killer, true.

But usually it kills hot...

...not viciously, in cold blood.

You'd betray me, too.

Though I dragged you from a

gutter, made you a man again.

Get out.

You've betrayed yourself, my dear.

I've had provisions and

water put in the longboat...

...mast and sail, with

a compass and chart.

That'll take them to any port.

Good.

Anne, I... My title is Captain.

You take the boat ashore.

They'll need a doctor.

Strike his irons.

How am I to return to the ship?

You won't. You will go with them.

I've struck your name from the articles.

No men sails with me who

no longer respects me.

Perhaps I've changed my mind about that.

I haven't changed.

This one thing I will

do for conscience...

...but it's the last.

Aye, Captain.

Will you shake my hand?

Bless you, my dear.

Bosun.

-Aye, Captain.

Set a course for...

-Sail ho!

What sail?

Can you make her out?

It's the 'Revenge'!

Is the longboat ashore on the cay?

Aye, Captain. The doctor's

beaching her now.

If Blackbeard comes

closer, he'll see them.

And the Frenchie will

walk his plank, after all.

Will I tell Mr. Dougal to

get under way, Captain?

Yes, tell him.

Stand by to weigh ship.

Sheets on main sail!

Hold her to windward, close as you can.

Hands to the bases'. Open your sheets'.!

What are you doing?

I mean to keep to weather of him.

Close-hauled, the 'Sheba Queen'

can out-sail him.

Run to leeward.

That'll bring us under his guns.

The Frenchie was my

prisoner, Mr. Dougal.

I'll decide whose plank he walks.

But...

-You've had your orders.

Aye, Captain.

Down the midships!

Down the midships.

She's closing. She means to fight.

What?

-She's closing us.

I can blow her out of

the water. She knows that.

The wench must have lost her mind.

I learned her better than that.

Want to stand away, Captain? No.

If she wants a fight,

we'll give her one.

Man the bow chasers.

-Aye, aye.

Look.

She's making for Blackbeard.

Yes, to cover our escape.

She's giving us our lives...

...the only way she can.

We're no match for the 'Revenge', Anne.

My title is Captain.

The men are complaining.

They know the barracuda

cannot fight the tiger shark.

You're Blackbeard's man. If you wish,

lower a boat and cast off.

No, Captain.

He put me on board to care for you.

I cannot leave without his orders.

His long twelves.

-Answer him.

Make ready!

Fire!

The men are breaking.

Go forward, Mr. Dougal.

Use the lash if you must.

Strike the flag!

Stop it!

Strike the flag!

Stop it!

Raise that flag!

Raise it!

No, no, stand off from him!

She's lost her mind.

The mizzen's gone, Anne, run for it!

Will any gun still fire?

-I fired the last one myself.

Cutlasses, Mr. Dougal.

Blackbeard, you old fraud!

Come aboard, if you dare!

Hold your fire, you swabs!

Hold you!

She's home at last.

Let the sea keep her.

Pirate Ship, 'Sheba Queen'...

...sunk off Barbados.

Anne Providence, Master.

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: PRiJEVODi ONLiNE ::.

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