Captain Kidd Page #4

You will remember that!

Well!

Here's to our meeting

with the Queda merchant!

- Queda merchant!

- Queda merchant!

God bless her!

Wind fresh from West North-West, sir.

Course North-East by East,

night dark but clear.

Very well, Mr. Mercy.

- North-East by East.

- North-East by East, sir.

It's Mr Boyle!

Help me!

Lend a hand men!

Man down!

What happened?

He is dead.

If I find the man that's responsible

for this, I'll hang him.

Fetch the yard and re-set it!

What do you suppose happened?

Someone's been tampering

with this lines.

We are gathered together to say farewell

to a gallant seaman and a stout comrade.

Here was a man, shipmates...

Whose heart, the flinty mountains

could not match...

Who always took better than he gave.

Whose benevolence was such...

The orphan's might and the

rich man's gold alike...

Found refuge in his pocket.

A jealous Providence removed him

from our midst...

An' I esteem it a privilege

to commit his body to the deep!

We shall all mourn him.

Aye, we shall mourn him,

but take comfort my friends...

We shall never see his like again.

Rest in peace.

Pop him over.

Pity, Mr Mercy, a great pity,

but the ship's work must go on.

Move your gear

into poor Mr Boyle's cabin...

You will take his place as Master.

As Master!

Aye, sir.

Why, Shadwell!

Don't tell me after all this time at sea...

My inward revolt is not

for the movement of the vessel, sir...

Is occasioned by

the company I endure.

The manners I say nothing of, sir.

But I am a Dorcestershire man...

And when I find

a common ship's master...

Has the presumption to copy

himself the coat of arms...

Of one of our best Dorcestershire families.

Can you wonder if

I am physically upset?

Whose crest was he copying?

Credit it or not, sir,

the Blayne crest.

- Are you certain?

- Perfectly, sir.

Pardon me sir,

I must join the captain.

He's inspecting a cask

of pickled eels...

With Mr. Lorenzo.

Well, Mr. Mercy!

Do your new duties include

robbing my desk?

Shoot me Captain

and your head goes with it.

I'm here by the King's order.

So he did plant you on board!

Do you think he would let a man

sail with a crew of cut-throats...

And not keep tabs on him?

And with good reason...

If anything ever reaches the Palace

it is those, and murder, Captain!

Boyle's death was no accident.

By the way...

What ship was sunk here,

the Twelve Apostles?

Why the Twelve Apostles, Mr Mercy?

Here's Blayne's ring, his name is on it,

and he commanded the Twelve Apostles.

That will make interesting telling

in London when we get back, Captain.

If you get back...

When I get back, for if I don't...

- On the other hand...

- On the other hand, what?

Since a man doesn't exactly grow rich

in the King's pay...

A crooked rogue!

So you have your price...

How much?

An equal share

in what's buried here.

Share that with you?

I'll be hanged if I do!

You'll be hanged if you don't!

Of all the slumocky blaggards...

And if you do share, Mr King's informer...

What guarante is there that you won't...

Still turn evidence to the Crown?

If I go in with you, I am equally guilty.

And if we are caught...

We hang together, but...

I can keep you from beeing caught.

What more could you ask?

You know, Mr Mercy...

I wondered sometimes if ever I'd meet

a more unscrupulous blaggard...

Than myself...

And I have.

But let's be sensible about it...

Who knows...

We might be useful

to each other one day...

In one way or another.

You've forgotten something.

The ring!

So I have!

Listen in carefully because I want you to tell

it in London if anything happens to me...

Kidd caught me in his

cabin robbing his desk.

I lied to him and told him

I was a King's informant...

Good!

Yes but he didn't believe me,

not one word, he just pretended to.

Oh, why didn't you shoot him?

Then he would give us no more trouble.

If he proves the liar I think him...

King's man or no, he betrayed an uncommon

interest in the Twelve Apostles.

I didn't like that Mr Lorenzo

and I mean to find out why.

Why you could have charged him of robbery

and turned him off to the yardarm...

And all legal and shipshape!

You would've been rid of him

once and for all.

Let's not be impetuous, Mr Povey.

He can't leave us, unless he swims.

It'll be rather amusing

to find out what he does.

You rest easy,

leave Mr Mercy to me.

Sail ho-ho!

Sail ho-ho!

Have the bosun pipe the chorus.

Pipe the chorus!

The Queda merchant, sure enough.

Can you make her out,

Captain Rawson?

She hasn't the cut of a buccaneer,

Your Excellency.

Much too tidy for that,

more like a King's ship.

Yet she has the lines

of a merchantman.

Have the longboat ready and manned.

Longboat off board!

Stand by to puty a shot

across her bows, Mr Mercy.

Aye, sir.

Number four gun crew

stand by for action!

She's fllying the English colours.

Perhaps she is our escort ship.

It was about here

we were to meet wasn't it?

Though we make it certain just the same.

Mr Gillian, keep it all hands

at their stations.

Very good, sir.

Ready?

Fire!

Well placed Mr Mercy.

Hard to starboard!

Hard to starboard!

Starboard she is, sir.

You will come across with us

in the longboat, Mr Mercy.

And pay my compliments to all officers,

who will dress as befitting a King's ship.

Aye, sir.

Captain William Kidd of his Majesty's

privateer Adventure...

At your service, sir

Mr Povey me surgeon...

Mr Mercy me master...

Mr Lorenzo me navigator.

Welcome aboard, gentlemen.

I'm Captain Rawson.

I am Lord Fallsworth...

His Majesty's ambassador

at the court of the Grand Mogul.

Your obedient servant, sir.

I have been sent to give you convoy,

and we better make haste with our business.

These are unhealthy waters,

the ship could be hove to....

As I discovered a day or so ago.

You mean you sighted

some of the pirate brotherhood?

More than that, sir.

We beat off two of them.

Avery and Culliford...

Out of Last Hope, some thirty leagues

South of here.

Oh I nearly forgot, could you

spare us some powder...

For we used more

then expected in the action?

Why, all that you need sir, and welcome.

Mr Lorenzo here could attend to that then?

Mr Gillian, take Mr Lorenzo below

and see to that he gets what he wants.

- Aye, aye, sir.

- Captain!

Mr Stanson's the master gunner, he

will take care of all your needs.

Mr Lorenzo!

Take this powder and put it

in the longboat.

Aye, aye, sir.

Gentlemen, my daughter.

The Lady Anne Dunstan.

Captain Kidd...

Mr Povey, Mr Mercy.

- Haven't we met before?

- I think not, My Lady.

You remind me of someone I've seen.

I... think it impossible

that we could have ever met.

Perhaps.

How do we proceed now, Captain?

Well, I am instructed to give

you protection past Madagascar.

And you'll be safe as long

as we sail in company.

But Avery will be a wolf at your heels

and if we are separated...

In darkness or storm...

And what would you advise then, sir?

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