Buccaneer's Girl Page #2

sand spit and remember.

I told you to take that dress off.

All right. You needn't shout.

Not here.

Now look what you've done to the hem.

Afternoon, Miss Debbie.

Good afternoon, Bertram.

He's been telling me about his sister.

I remind him of her.

He never had a sister.

Oh, the poor fellow.

He's had such a sad life.

He's had the kind of life he wants.

So have I. Up to now.

Jared!

Now, you mustn't be angry with Jared.

Miss McCoy, you've teased and

wheedled everybody aboard this ship.

You've shot all discipline to shreds

and now you tell me how to treat my crew.

It's time I put a stop to it.

You'd be wanting to see me, sir?

Cram on full sail. I mean to be in

and out of New Orleans before dawn.

Aye, aye, sir.

Oh, I hate to think of

your running such a risk

just to take me where I want to go.

You're not going ashore. I am.

And the moment I get back

we head for the Tortugas,

where you'll stay and

no doubt do very well.

Now, go to your cabin and stay there.

And take off that dress!

Keep her steady.

More gray hairs for Narbonne.

It's a pity you won't be there

in the morning to see them sprout.

He'll be bald before I'm through.

Jared, if there's any trouble with

that girl, I'll hold you responsible.

Oh, you needn't fret about her, sir.

She's locked in the cabin. I have

the key right here in my pocket.

Well, I'd better put it in my pocket.

Then I know she won't cause any trouble.

Aye, aye, sir.

Cast off.

Good morning, Mama. It's a

beautiful morning, isn't it?

So it's a beautiful

morning. What about it?

You look tired, Mama.

Go inside and rest.

We have no time to rest. The

customers are already in the market.

We gotta put the rest

of the vegetables on...

No, no, no, Mama. Later.

Out of my way. I was wondering when I...

Sorry, but you should have let me out.

So this is where you keep her.

Mama, I swear, I never saw her before.

After 20 years, you keep a

woman in the vegetable box.

It isn't true! After 20 years, I didn't!

I never saw your husband

before in my life.

I slept in there last night

because I had no place else to go.

Liar. Mama.

Hag. No, no, no, please.

Mama... Police! Police!

Please, Mama, don't.

Joseph, hadn't you better go?

If Madame Brizar will pardon me.

Of course.

Police! Police! Police!

Please, Mama!

I wouldn't have your husband

on a salad with mayonnaise!

He's good enough for me, but

he's not good enough for you?

Police! Mama!

You know what? If he's

so good you can have him.

Please stop screaming for me. I'm here.

Now what is the cause

for this disturbance?

He hid her in our vegetable closet.

I never saw her before.

He lies. With my own eyes I saw her.

For 20 years, she accuses me

of flirting with every woman

who comes to buy vegetables!

Because it took me

20 years to catch him!

Believe me, Mr. Policeman.

I didn't do anything.

I open the closet door and there she is!

Silence! I can't hear

you for the shouting.

Go inside. The rest of you, disperse.

Madame Brizar's compliments,

mademoiselle. She wants to see you.

Look, I'm in a hurry,

and I'm in trouble enough.

Then you should want to

see Madame Brizar.

This way, please.

Madame Brizar.

Did you want to see me? Yes.

You could be very attractive,

my girl. What's your name?

Deborah McCoy.

Stand back a little, so

that I can see you better.

Hmm.

Not too bad. Not too bad.

There she is! By the carriage!

Get in, Deborah. Why?

Because that policeman

is looking for you.

Now drive on.

Do you mind if I ask a question?

By all means.

Where are we going?

Home.

Come, come, child. In we go.

You may put the carriage away.

Yes, madame.

Come, Deborah.

Good morning, Toussaint.

Good morning, ma'am.

Monsieur Narbonne and

Monsieur Patout are waiting.

Oh. At this early hour?

Well, don't stand there and gawk. Come

in, darling. Sit down, child, sit down.

Monsieur Narbonne.

Such an honor.

Good morning, madame.

I'm giving a soire for the

Governor and his wife tonight,

and Patout has just reminded

me that we have no entertainers.

You remember my secretary?

Certainly I remember

Monsieur Patout.

He always brings the check.

No doubt.

There was a light-haired girl last time

who was unusually

pretty, if a bit gauche.

What was her name, Patout? Cleo, sir.

Ah, yes, one of my loveliest girls.

Very lovely, despite her

unfortunate habit of singing off-key.

Oh, that has been overcome,

Monsieur Narbonne.

She no longer sings. She dances.

Splendid. Then send

her along, by all means.

Well, and who is this?

Somebody who should not be here.

Now, make your curtsy, child,

and run along. Go on, run along.

So you're Monsieur Narbonne?

Well, hello. Hello.

I've heard a lot about

you from mutual friends.

Really? How nice.

Come, Patout. 9:
00 this

evening, Madame Brizar.

You can leave everything

to me, as usual.

I'll send you a shower

of talent and beauty.

"Hello," she says.

"Hello," she says. Haven't you

even the slightest training?

So far I've always done all right.

I've never been so mortified.

Perhaps I've made a serious mistake.

Perhaps you have.

And then again, maybe I'm the

one who's made the mistake.

"Hello," she says.

Hmm!

Oh, Toussaint. Yes, ma'am.

Will you tell Delphine and

Cleo that I wish to see them?

Yes, ma'am. I'll tell them.

And don't stoop. Your

posture's most unbecoming.

What's the matter with my posture?

Oh, it fails utterly to suggest

the languid grace of the swan,

or the more piquant movements

of the male partridge.

Huh?

Good morning, madame.

You wanted to see us?

Another affair at

Monsieur Narbonne's.

Delphine, you will wear the white lace.

But it makes me look so young.

Well, that's what we

have in mind, darling.

And, Cleo, you will wear the black

dress and look your best tonight.

Monsieur Narbonne

expressed some interest in you.

It worked.

I told you, if I sang

off-key, he'd notice me.

Is he really the richest

man in New Orleans?

He's not only very

rich, he's very single.

Oh, Delphine, Cleo. This is

Deborah McCoy, who may stay with us.

Now, after I've had my coffee,

we'll discuss your qualifications,

and then I'll decide.

Oh, Toussaint? Toussaint, my

coffee in the study, please.

She can take her time over that

coffee. I've decided for her.

What a lot of time I've

wasted living in Boston.

Higher, higher, much higher.

Higher all around.

Much higher.

This is for the Seamen's Fund brawl

next Tuesday night at the Catfish.

Will Monsieur Narbonne be there?

Monsieur never goes to brawls.

When do I get to go where he goes?

Well, after you've had the

rough edges knocked off.

Another month and you might be

ready for a gentleman's party.

A man is no different

because of his clothes.

Gentlemen prefer another type of girl.

A slouchier, more indifferent type.

Practice looking

slouchy and indifferent.

After your song, there

will of course be applause,

and then, no doubt,

you will be summoned to the table

of your host, Captain Kingston.

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