Buccaneer's Girl
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- 1950
- 77 min
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Is everything to your liking, ma'am?
It's an unusually cheerful
spectacle, Captain Martos.
When we're becalmed like this,
we might as well enjoy ourselves.
When I arrive in New Orleans I shall
enjoy myself, but not until then.
That pirate, Baptiste,
is an obsession with her.
Every strange sail we sight calls
for a fresh bottle of smelling salts.
Why, ma'am, you couldn't be safer
if you were in your own drawing room.
In a calm like this, no
pirate could ever get to us.
Not even Baptiste.
Fetch me that fiddler, Tom.
He's better than the one we got.
Aye, aye, sir.
Four bells and all's well!
Pirates! Pirates!
Baptiste!
Mr. Roberts, you guard the ladies.
You men, arm yourselves and get on deck!
Well, thank you, son.
Thank you, son.
Don't let them forget
that China silk, Tom.
Aye.
And did you fetch along the fiddler?
He went with the spice bales.
What do you intend
to do with us, pirate?
Set you adrift in the small
boats, along with the passengers.
Unless there's any amongst
you who would volunteer?
Think you any of my men
would serve with you?
Well, not a lad amongst us hasn't
served on a vessel of Alexander Narbonne.
Tell that to your master, if your small
boat's lucky enough to be picked up.
At the same time I'll request
the privilege of being present
when Narbonne has you
hanged from your own yardarm.
Why bother Narbonne?
I'll invite you myself.
Now, how many men would
rather transfer registry
than hit the small boats?
Small boats always make me crazy.
I'll take the skull and bones.
So will I.
Wise lads, Captain.
Here be one we missed.
Better drag him in.
Easy with them powder casks.
Aye, aye, sir!
Strip her rigging clean. Aye, aye, sir!
Seems like we're all through.
make sure she settles fast.
Here's something we found.
Well, a cabin boy, eh?
Well, son, would you like to
sign on with Frederic Baptiste?
Speak up, can't you...
Well, lower me jib a bustle.
Very nice to meet you.
Is this new gear on
all the Narbonne craft?
How did you get aboard?
It was easy.
But if I'd known you were
going to get your moldy old ship
captured by a gang of cutthroats,
I'd have stayed in Boston.
Stowaway, eh? Put her in the
boat with the other women.
Pulled away.
Then she'll have to go
in the longboat with them.
And get going before I change my mind
and make you swim back to New Orleans.
Come on, you... Wait a minute.
I've got two dresses in that boat
and I'm not leaving without them.
You know, he's making a big mistake
putting one woman in with all those men.
You wouldn't be thinking...
That she'd be safer with us?
Precisely.
Oh, no, you don't.
It's all for your safety...
No, you don't.
Let me down, you big ape!
You near scratched my ear off. Good.
You just don't know
how to handle a lady.
See what I mean?
If you don't put me down...
Imagine all those poor defenseless
with a dangerous female like this?
Here, take her.
When I get down in the
boat, hand her to me.
You just don't know
how to handle a lady.
Ouch! Quiet.
Help me, Kryl. Help
me. Keep her quiet now.
You near bit me ear off!
Ow!
Take her, Kryl! Take her!
You little devil, you...
You think my hand's a
blooming sea biscuit?
Touch me again and
I'll bite your arm off.
before the other boats get back.
You and your wonderful idea. We
should've dumped her overboard.
Ow! Ow!
Quiet! Whatever you have up
there, bring it down here.
Ow!
What goes on out there?
Let me down. Let me down.
By the Dog Star! A female.
I've been kidnapped!
And I demand that you
She was stowed away aboard
the Gulf Queen, sir.
But somehow she got
herself in our boat, sir.
I'll discuss that with you later.
Meanwhile, leave her here.
Aye, aye, sir. With the
greatest of pleasure.
Turn around.
Who are you?
The captain of this vessel.
But I thought...
Then who was the other?
Jared? My mate.
Fortunately, many people
make the same mistake.
Then you must be...
Frederic Baptiste, the
bloodthirsty pirate,
the scourge of the Mexican government,
At your service,
mademoiselle. Up to a point.
Somebody's been exaggerating.
Oh?
Or maybe they haven't.
Look what your men have done to me.
You'll find ointment
in that chest, Miss...
Deborah McCoy.
Debbie, they call me.
Where were you headed, Debbie?
Oh, New Orleans, Rio. I wasn't sure.
To visit?
No.
They say that they're good places
for a girl to earn her living.
And this living, how did
you propose to make it?
I'm an entertainer. I sing a
little and I dance a little.
You know, you combine all the
elements of a first-class problem.
Why?
All you have to do is
put me ashore somewhere.
And stretch my neck by doing it?
I know how to keep a tight mouth.
After all, they say you only attack
the ships of Alexander Narbonne.
I don't even know who he is.
The richest man in New
Orleans. Or used to be.
Oh.
He'd be a good one to know, wouldn't he?
That depends on one's point of view.
Why do you give his ships
your special attention?
That's my point of view.
Tell me, how long have you been
making your own way, Debbie?
Too long.
No one to help you?
Too many.
I still can't decide
what to do about you.
chance to sign on with you.
I believe I have a more
practical solution than that.
I knew you'd think of something.
We'll maroon you on a sand spit.
Oh.
I'm sure you can think of
something better than that.
Why, no. It's a perfect
way to handle the situation.
We'll pick a sand spit on the
If you're picked up, you'll get to Rio.
And if not, you'll be on a clean
white beach protected by palm trees.
You'll soon grow to love it.
Finished, captain.
We stripped her clean.
Cargo aboard and stowed.
Not a bad haul for a ship her size.
Oh. These must be worth a fortune.
I thought I ordered you set adrift.
Oh, you did, but somehow
You'd better find a
cabin for our passenger.
A cabin? Anything will do.
She'll only be with us until
we sight a suitable sand spit.
But I thought... Good night, Debbie.
Sleep as well as you can.
Away with you.
Another four days and that girl will
have them wearing lace on their drawers.
Yeah, that's a fair shame, sir.
It's always been me pride
we had the roughest and dirtiest
crew in the Mexican gulf.
I can't stand to look at it anymore.
Good afternoon. Good afternoon.
Where did you get that dress?
Oh, this?
It's just a little old thing
Jared rummaged for me in a chest.
Jared, eh?
So he rummaged it for
you in a chest, did he?
Well, take it off.
Oh, were you taking it to someone?
How awful of Jared not to tell me.
But, after all, she
won't know, will she?
I will.
But you'll forget.
You'll forget about me and the dress,
these last few days, everything.
At least I'll try.
While I sit on my
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