Buccaneer's Girl Page #6

Debbie, remind me to

buy you some earrings

for those sharp little ears of yours.

I will.

Sail ho!

Where away?

Two points off the larboard bow, sir!

Make it so.

Prepare for action, Jared.

She's flying the Narbonne flag.

Aye, sir. Fore and

main braces, slack all!

Fore and main braces, slack all!

Helm a-lee! Bring her to.

Main braces, let go all.

Show them who we are,

Jared. I'm going below.

Debbie, go to your cabin.

And miss all the excitement? Not me.

You heard the captain's orders.

So did you. Show them who we are.

Hoist the Roger!

Pirates! Man the guns, and

prepare to repel boarders.

Man the guns!

Prepare to repel boarders!

Gun tackles away!

Clear your vents!

Load!

Set and ready, sir. Prime guns.

Prime guns!

I thought I told you

to go to your cabin.

Who are you supposed to be?

Baptiste, the cutthroat.

We disguise the ship

when we leave New Orleans.

I don't want to be recognized either.

Then why don't you stay in your cabin?

Because I belong up here, but you don't.

Take her as she comes!

Rake her! Fire!

Fire!

Look out!

Boarders, stand by!

Make fast those grapnels!

Prepare to board, lads!

Clear the main decks!

Drive them aft!

Boarders away!

Not bad, Captain.

Daring, but late.

And now, Captain, we can

discuss things calmly.

How long before they make land?

A few days, but they're

well provisioned.

That's another secret

you've got to keep, Debbie.

I'd lose my standing as a pirate

if word got around I

spared my victims' lives.

There she be.

That's one for Davy Jones

and two more a-coming.

And this makes two.

And still another to come.

There she be!

Jared, an extra ration

of grog for the men.

Make it three extra

rations. One for each ship.

Oh, I could use a bit of grog myself.

I guess I'm not cut out for

this occupation of pirating.

That part of it's all over.

We sail for Martinique

to sell the cargo,

and then, Debbie, we

go home to New Orleans.

Long life to ye both!

No sleep tonight, Debbie?

No.

If you're worrying

about the police, don't.

I can take care of that ridiculous

charge the moment we land.

What can you do about this

being our last night out?

All voyages must end sometime.

Why?

You could just turn this ship

around and keep on sailing.

You forget my friends at the Seamen's

Fund and my business with them.

To say nothing of Mademoiselle

Villon, and your business with her.

That, too, Debbie.

I'd hoped you'd understand.

I don't at all, but I know

what you're going to say.

What you've been leading up

to for the past three days.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but

doesn't it go something like this?

"Debbie,

"this is a difficult moment for

both of us, but one we have to face.

"Now, being together

these past few months

"has made us forget

everyone but ourselves,

"and led us to believe

that everything has changed.

"But tomorrow we land in New

Orleans, we meet our old friends,

"and discover that nothing has changed,

"least of all my feeling toward

Mademoiselle Villon."

That doesn't sound very pretty.

Perhaps you could make

it sound more attractive.

No.

No matter what words I use,

the meaning would be the same.

I'm sorry, Debbie. I

hope you'll forgive me.

And I hope that you...

That you'll be very happy.

Four bells and all's well!

That's what you think.

Captain Duval, there's a

Captain Kingston to see you.

Show him right in.

Welcome home, Kingston. I

hadn't heard you were back.

We dropped anchor this morning.

Any sign of Baptiste?

None.

Monsieur Narbonne

was not so fortunate.

He lost three more ships.

Bad business. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Well, what brings you here?

I have a small favor to

ask. It concerns a girl.

But you only anchored this morning.

This occurred before I sailed.

Some trifling charge.

Assault, I believe.

But I feel a certain

responsibility in the matter

and promised to help her.

And her name? Deborah McCoy.

Oh, that one.

Now I understand. Understand what?

Why the charges were made,

and why they were dropped.

Consider the matter closed, Captain.

The complainant

requested the same favor.

She did? Of course,

right after her marriage.

As Madame Narbonne, she recognized

it would be most unseemly for her

to be jealous of anyone but

Monsieur Narbonne.

You are speaking of

Mademoiselle Villon?

Of course.

Forgive me, Captain, I assumed you

would've been the first to have heard.

It appears I've made a dreadful mistake.

Apparently, I have been saved

from making a greater one.

Robert.

This is a surprise.

It is a day of surprises, madame.

My belated best wishes to you,

and my congratulations to

Monsieur Narbonne.

No anger, Robert? That's

not very flattering.

At the risk of upsetting

you, madame,

I find myself less angry than perplexed.

How well you control

your emotions, Robert.

But you did come to see me.

And I must confess I'm pleased.

A minor confession, madame.

No other is important.

There was always one fault

with being in love with you.

You could do so well without me.

With Alexander, it's different.

He needs me. I have the

position to go with his wealth.

It's a convenient

arrangement for both of us.

And, Robert, it's an arrangement

that needn't too much affect you and me.

When last we met, you were

quite violent about a young lady.

I was just thinking of

the names you called her.

Are you comparing me

to that guttersnipe?

No longer, madame, the

comparison is too unfair to her.

Then I suggest you leave

here and return to her.

No suggestion was ever

more welcome, madame.

I called to offer you my

congratulations. I now extend my sympathy.

Get out.

Your husband will soon

discover you are without honor.

You will soon discover

he is without wealth.

This should be a happy

arrangement for both of you.

You see, it has been a day

of surprises, madame.

Patout, is it true that Alexander

is in financial difficulties?

Captain Kingston tell you this?

Does it make any difference who told me?

A great deal, madame,

since it is my belief he is

responsible for those difficulties.

Kingston?

Or should I say, Baptiste,

since they are one and the same?

You're out of your mind.

Both your husband and I have

every reason to believe this.

Then why haven't you gone to the police?

For one reason, madame.

Because you and your uncle

have always been his protector.

I would like nothing

better than to see him hang.

If madame truly feels that way,

perhaps we can arrange that event.

We have manifests of all the cargos

lost when Baptiste looted our ships.

If any of these cargos are

found aboard Kingston's ship,

we have the proof we need.

I see.

Send Alexander to me

as soon as he returns.

Madame, should the charges

be proffered by the Governor's niece,

Captain Duval would

act even more quickly.

Of course, and Captain Kingston

would be even more unhappy.

We've had an anxious day, Captain,

wondering if it would be you or

the police who would call on us.

I haven't even let Debbie unpack.

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