Captain Blood Page #9

He can use good men in his navy.

lt's the long-winded fellow you are.

Why didn't you tell us this

in the first place?

Bugler, summon the men amidships!

Men!

I've just heard a startling piece of news.

King James is kicked out of England

and good King William reigns in his stead.

For me,

this changes the shape of the world.

For you who were slaves with me...

it means that we're no longer slaves.

That we once more have

a home and a country.

For you who are English...

it means a chance to fight

for your native land...

for I now propose to sail into Port Royal

and take it from the French!

Those of you who are not English...

will have to be content

with fighting for Capt. Blood...

and the loot you'll find

on the French ships.

-Are you willing to fight, men?

-Aye!

Have we an English battle flag on board,

Hagthorpe?

We have every manner of battle flag,

including a lady's purple petticoat.

Wait, I've a better idea.

When an English lion creeps up

on a nest of French foxes...

he wears a bushy tail.

Hoist the French flag, Hagthorpe.

Keep her trimmed by the head, Wolf.

Stand by the helm, Jeremy.

Forward, men, to your stations.

-ls that satisfactory to you?

-Perfectly.

Clear decks for action!

Capt. Blood's orders.

You'll be put ashore with these men.

A ship is no place for a woman

in time of battle.

-I want to talk to him.

-I'm sorry. The Captain's busy.

-lnto the boat.

-Aye, sir.

Follow me, Miss Bishop.

Musketeers, to your stations!

A French ship.

Hope we get on them

before they discover the trick.

-Andy.

-Aye, Peter.

Run to Hagthorpe.

Tell him to fetch all the hot coals.

-Put them by the guns.

-Hot coals, sir?

-No questions. Run.

-Aye, aye, sir!

Stand by ready to fire as soon as

we come amidships.

Stand ready to fire

as soon as we've come amidships!

Open your ports!

Strike that French flag

and hoist our own colors.

Man your port guns!

Ready, Hagthorpe?

Fire!

Hagthorpe,

give them the hot galley broadside!

Aye, Peter! Load them, lads!

Hagthorpe, keep pounding that water line!

We never miss.

-That's one ship neatly disposed off.

-Now for the other one.

-Jeremy, helm quarter to port.

-Aye, aye, Peter.

Clear away that burning wreckage!

-Port guns, Wolf. Hurry.

-Aye, Peter.

Man your port guns!

Those French gunners

must've learnt their trade in England.

That's their third direct hit.

Two guns out of order.

Ship's taking water below.

Replace them with two

from the starboard side.

-Keep hammering that waterline.

-Aye, aye, sir.

Lower gun deck's awash, we're sinking.

What should we do?

Do? We'll board a ship that's not sinking.

Get your men forward.

Aye, aye, sir.

-What now, Peter?

-Take the helm yourself, lad.

Straight into them !

-We'll never do it, Peter!

-Musketeers to the prow!

Grappling hooks to larboard. Forward

gunners, fire as hard as they can load!

Rapid fire, men!

Hagthorpe, double them up!

They won't take it, Peter!

They're blazing hot!

Up into the shrouds, men!

We're going to swing across on ropes.

When we clear the rail,

come over the side!

Aye, aye, Peter!

You and your men swing across

into their rigging.

When you see me cut down

that French flag, drop down.

Up, men, into the shrouds!

Strong and sure! Grapnels over!

All right, my hearties, follow me!

Follow on, men!

''Dust thou art,

and unto dust thou shalt return.''

''Love thy neighbor as thyself.''

Leviticus 19:
18.

-Hurry, Cato. We'll be late.

-Yes. The fleet's in already.

-Stop!

-Yes.

Capt. Blood!

Miss Bishop.

I'll be on the veranda.

I thought you'd gone.

You can't be here.

My uncle's just returned.

-Yes, I know.

-You know?

-What are you going to do?

-Just stay here.

No, it's impossible. You mustn't stay here.

-He's sworn he'll hang you.

-I doubt he will.

I've always been bad luck for your uncle.

You can't know the threats he's made.

The dreadful threats he's made.

His whole life is spent

in searching for you.

-Now he's found me.

-But you can still save yourself.

Please, for my sake.

For your sake? What do you mean for your

sake? Isn't it true that you hate me?

-Hate you?

-Or is it that you love me?

I'll hide you.

And tonight after dark, I'll find some way--

You love me, don't you?

Whom else would I love? Now will you?

You love me!

Lord Willoughby, she loves me!

He'll be here any minute.

I'll hide you somewhere.

We'll hide together. I know just the place.

How's this?

You must be mad. He'll come here first.

Good. I forgot to tell you.

The Governor and I are

on the best of terms.

He lets me come and go here

as I please. Look.

-You can't arrest me!

-I have, by order of the Governor.

The Governor? You are mad.

I am the governor.

You mean, you were the governor.

But we've changed that in your absence.

What?

You're broken for abandoning your post

in time of war.

Who are you?

My name is Willoughby. I'm a special

emissary of His Majesty the King.

Lord Willoughby?

-You were informed, I think, of my coming.

-Yes.

Yet you went off

on some wild goose chase after a pirate...

leaving your capital at the mercy

of the enemy.

Col. Bishop, this is a serious matter,

as you may well find.

Seeing that you hold your office

from James...

it's even possible the charge of treason

lies against you.

But, my lord--

I'm not concerned to hear

your reasons, man.

-His Excellency the Governor will.

-The Governor?

You'll find him inside.

lt rests entirely with him

whether you're hanged or not.

This is the fault of that scoundrel Blood.

What a reckoning

there'll be when we meet.

Have mercy, Your Excellency!

-Arabella, why are you here?

-Uncle!

I have been pleading

with the Governor on your behalf...

asking him to be as merciful

as you would be cruel.

Uncle, this is the Governor.

Good morning, Uncle.

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