Captain Blood Page #6

There you are, Oliver, I'm proud of you.

Lord Chester Dyke.

No injury, one share and 5 of silver.

Anton Brazilimo.

Andrew Fell.

One share, plus 500 pieces of eight

for the loss of his left arm.

There you are, Andrew, and good luck.

David Sampson. One share, no injuries.

Honesty Nuttall. No injuries, one share.

Hold on, Captain.

How about me little toe,

heroically sacrificed in battle?

Honesty Nuttall. One share, and nothing

for the toe he just shot off himself.

You stupid numskull.

You should have shot out your brains

and left your toe for thinking with.

Ahoy, the deck!

An English ship on the port bow!

So it is.

A fine big ship, too,

as far as I can judge from this distance.

Shall we sail over

and give them a surprise?

No, Peter.

The men are set on putting in at Tortuga.

Their gold's burning holes in their pockets.

What's one ship more or less to us now?

lt appears I have a mutiny on my hands.

What ho, the deck! A ship to starboard!

lt may be a pirate!

Very well, then.

Sail on, little ship, back to England...

where we may never go.

You'll never know

how close you came to not getting there.

Your turn, mon capitaine.

Up!

It's your turn now.

Again, my captain.

-Are you ready?

-Right.

It's good.

This time, my friend, huh?

-You missed.

-No.

I am defeated.

You win the prize, Capt. Blood.

-Goodbye, my dear.

-Goodbye.

What a charming captain.

Some other time, perhaps.

Why?

What sort of a man are you?

I'm the sort of man you like, my dear.

A man with money.

The money!

Mon capitaine,

what a pair we would make.

ln all the Caribbean,

there is no buccaneer so strong as me.

Except you.

You almost flatter me, Levasseur.

Why do you hold off your consent so long?

We become partners.

You've been in Tortuga

these three, four months.

You must be even so much

in need of gold as I.

Such a partnership requires sober thought.

My poor head has been dancing with rum

this whole week past.

Even so drunk, your brain is the greatest

this side the Caribbean.

With your brain and my strength,

there is nothing we cannot do.

There's very little I can't do all by myself.

Long Iive Capt. Levasseur!

And here's to Capt. Blood!

Hurrah!

Then, it's a good dinner guest, my friend.

-You're next, Peter.

-Mon capitaine.

lt's clearly understood, then,

that we sail under my articles.

Those very severe articles of yours?

Mais oui, I sail under the articles

of a girls' sminaire...

to have you as my partner, mon capitaine.

Women will be the death of you yet,

Levasseur.

lt is a very pleasant way to die,

even if it is expensive.

What is the first order,

mon capitaine partner?

We sail on the tide.

Outside the harbor, we'll scatter.

Each ship will proceed singly to pick up

any stray ships we'll find on the journey.

We'll meet at the island of Virgen Magra.

Magnifique!

I give you the toast. To our great success!

Let me give one.

To the greatest captain on the Caribbean!

-Oui! To Capitaine Levasseur!

-Capt. Blood.

Bravo!

The articles aside,

let's give a toast to Capt. Blood.

Capitaine Levasseur.

To the greatest captain on the coast.

The greatest captain on the coast, is it?

Methinks the greatest captain

on the coast...

has just made the greatest mistake...

the most ordinary common fool

could make.

lt's been so lovely. I'd like to stay forever.

You've all been so kind.

Come again and visit us soon, dear.

England is so much more beautiful

when you're here.

-Thank you. Goodbye.

-Goodbye.

-Thank you for everything.

-Goodbye, dear.

-Goodbye, Amelia.

-Goodbye, Mary.

However else the court may have changed,

the art of flattery still flourishes.

Stab me if it's flattery.

When the King ordered me on this journey

as a special emissary to the West Indies...

I looked forward with some trepidation

to a life among the savages.

But when I found

you were one of those savages...

returning to your native heath,

my grateful eyes could hardly believe it.

You pictured us running around

in animal skins, eating raw meat?

Why not, in a country filled

with Indians and pirates?

Speaking of pirates, did you ever happen

to hear of a wild rogue named Blood?

-Peter Blood?

-Yes.

No. I don't know him.

I hardly number pirates

among my acquaintances.

Of course not. Stupid of me.

I merely mention him in passing.

Because he's one of the objects

of my mission.

-Your mission?

-Yes.

I've been sent to try to blot out

all this piracy, my dear.

And in a manner

I must keep secret till I find Capt. Blood.

Ship on the port side, sir!

Yes, that's a fine ship.

-Captain, what ship is that?

-I don't know, Lord Willoughby.

She flies the French flag.

She could be anything in these waters.

-We're in pirate waters now, aren't we?

-Yes, we are.

Yonder bank of low clouds

is the island of Virgen Magra.

-Exciting, isn't it?

-Very.

Could she be a pirate ship, by any chance?

Any ship we meet in the Caribbean

could be a pirate ship.

Ahoy, English ship off port side!

Prepare to come onto starboard tack!

Starboard tack it is!

Steady at the helm !

Ready?

Stand by your guns.

What Iuck.

Just as I'm about to give up and anchor

to wait for my partner, Capt. Blood...

this fine English prize

walks into my parlor and says:

''HeIIo, Capt. Levasseur. ''

-We've got to give welcome, Cahusac.

-Yes, and how. Light it!

The ransom for you two is fixed at

20,000 pieces of eight.

I shall provide a boat for you...

to go to Gov. Bishop at Jamaica

to collect it.

Meanwhile, mademoiseIIe remains

with me as hostage.

I find it very lonely on this island.

I refuse absolutely and utterly!

You know this? It is the rosary of pain.

lt is possible to screw a man's eyes

out of his head.

Very well. Do your worst.

AIors!

No, stop!

Lord Willoughby, thank you,

but don't be foolish.

MademoiseIIe is right.

Thank you, miss.

I beg you to spare yourself

and the young lady.

You know,

I've been too modest with you...

but since I have said

20,000 pieces of eight...

eh bien, I have said 20,000 pieces of eight.

For what, if you please,

have you said 20,000 pieces of eight?

lf it ain't the niece

of our old friend Col. Bishop.

You don't recognize her. Mind that.

What does he mean?

Your guess is as good as mine.

-Good morning, Levasseur.

-HeIIo, Captain.

-Cahusac.

-Capitaine.

I arrived late last night and put into a cove

a few miles to the west.

We've walked across

to give you good morning, but, faith...

it seems we've interrupted

some business of yours.

-Who are these people?

-Oh, yes, here.

As you see, two prisoners.

I captured an English ship.

Yes. We saw her coming across the spit.

I must congratulate you, Levasseur.

I didn't so much as sight a sail.

The fortunes of war, my partner.

And these are also the fortunes of war?

Big fortunes. A nobleman and the niece

of the Governor of Jamaica.

Really?

I suppose congratulations

are again in order...

but have you forgotten there's an article

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