Buccaneer's Girl

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.

Scuttler, weigh below and

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

men alone in a small boat

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.

We gotta get her below decks

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

do something about it.

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,

that fiend in human shape.

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.

The sailors were given a

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

sea lanes to South America.

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

the orders got mixed up.

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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