Cutthroat Island Page #2

Ten pounds?

Five pounds?

What? No offers at all?

Take him away and hang him.

Next!

Please! Don't hang me!

Next!

Lot 22!

A colonist. A doctor.

Being of value, I start

the bidding at five pounds.

- I bid five pounds.

- Five pounds, sir.

Go on.

Any advance on five pounds?

He's of good physique.

- Ten pounds.

- Ten pounds!

- Any advance on ten pounds?

- Fifteen.

- Fifteen pounds, sir.

- Twenty pounds.

- Twenty pounds is the bid.

- Sir, a word to the wise.

- Let the young lady win.

- You won't get one like this.

- Being a doctor, he's...

- Go away! That one is mine.

- Twenty-five pounds.

- Twenty-five pounds, sir.

Good teeth.

- Thirty pounds!

- Thirty pounds!

Madam, I will have this man

at any price.

If you are buying him

purely for pleasure...

I will offer to do

the same for you at no cost.

A doctor!

- Thirty-five pounds!

- Thirty-five pounds, sir.

A sensible choice, indeed.

Go on.

Captain, no!

Where's your sense

of competition?

Come on!

Someone give me more than 35!

You, sir, you haven't bid.

Look at him.

Look at the quality.

And you, madam, another bid?

Any advance on 35.

I hope the lady is prepared

to be a good loser.

What gave you the idea

I was a lady?

Another bid, sir?

I see your lips moving. Yes?

Are you trying to kill me, madam?

Yes, that's why I'm aiming

where your brains are.

Now leave this place

and go far away.

Don't retreat now, sir.

Where are you going?

- Don't surrender this opportunity.

- Forty pounds to end the bidding.

Sold to the lady with the monkey.

Take him away.

Go on! Move!

Of course, I'm grateful, madam.

You picked a bargain.

I'm connected to all

the great families of Europe.

- I have a natural pitch for music...

- Quiet!

and a perfect taste in wine.

Enemy to leeward, Captain.

Starboard as well, Captain.

Time to leave.

You draw them away.

We'll meet at Dingley Crossroads.

- Take King Charles. Come on.

- Aye.

It's Morgan Adams!

She's at the auction!

Shoot to kill!

If I am in some way the cause

of all this, I apologize at once.

Here. Come here.

Hold on there. Hold on tight.

Try to keep up with me.

I am not fond of heights!

Then let go!

Lieutenant Trotter!

What's going on?

Something with Mr. Shaw,

I believe.

I'm in favor of exercise,

but you owe me an explanation.

Come here. Come on.

We have to climb down here.

Fast!

- Where'd they go?

- There!

Was that fast enough?

Come on!

Get the reins! Grab them!

Come on! Go!

Mr. Trotter!

That's my bloody carriage.

I'll have it back, if you please.

You, off.

Yes, sir. Don't worry, sir.

He won't get far.

Reload!

It's hard to imagine what part

of your life would require Latin!

Reload!

- We've taken a passenger!

- Here!

You're hitting a woman!

Captain Perkins, sir!

- Yes?

- It's her! Morgan Adams!

You're more active

than other women I've known.

Morgan! Watch your head!

Charge!

Excuse me!

Excuse me!

Stop them!

I must visit that shop again

when I have more time.

- Master gunner, fire at will.

- Run 'em up!

Fire!

A ship!

I find myself being fired upon

by an entire ship!

Oh, my God.

You certainly left your mark

on this town.

Hold on! Whoa!

Trotter, do you want to spend the rest

of your days on this poxy island?

- Who was that woman?

- Morgan Adams, sir.

You've 100 pounds on her head.

Black Harry's girl.

Well, well. She's made

a proper fool of me, hasn't she?

Two hundred pounds and a captaincy

for you if you find her for me.

Sir!

- Any difficulties?

- Nothing unusual.

Here. Step down

into the carriage.

- Will you take the reins?

- Aye.

We should make

Spittlefield by dark.

What is your name anyway, slave?

Shaw. William Shaw.

Dr. Shaw, actually.

Slave, I'm about

to show you something.

Reveal it to any other man, and you

will wish you were back at Port Royal...

with your head on the block

and the ax in the air.

Thank you,

but I've seen one before.

What is this? A pigskin?

Translate what is written there.

Let's discuss terms first.

I do so, and you set me free.

That's tender.

It's about to become more tender.

They're backwards.

I assure you, ma'am,

they're normal in every respect.

No, the words.

They're written backwards.

Look. Can you see?

"Cliffs of blood."

Bless me.

You're right.

You tell Mr. Squeakum's that I will

send him a new chapter every month.

- Now, what's this all about?

- He's a great admirer of your books.

That makes me happy.

Which books has he read? Did he mention?

His Excellency Governor Ainslee,

John Reed, the author...

currently

the chronicler of piracy.

Step up, sir. Always a pleasure

to meet a literary man.

- I'd just as soon walk.

- I insist.

I can do that, you know.

"When the earth and

all its people quake... Psalm, number 75.

My bones suffer mortal agony.

Number 42."

- And?

- That's all.

- No position? No parallel?

- I swear it, ma'am.

That's all that's here.

Piracy, Mr. Reed, is the scourge

of these plantations.

I, therefore, give rather large rewards

for the capture of pirates...

including Morgan Adams.

I don't know who she is.

Trotter tells me that you move

throughout the pirate world...

collecting your little tales.

Dangerous.

If by some chance you come across her,

you might tell her on my behalf...

that I offer her two alternatives.

One, an ignominious death on the gallows

like these poor fellows here.

Please bear in mind that

I could decide you're a pirate as well.

And the alternative?

She might cut me in for a share...

of her grandfather's treasure...

or she ends up as dinner

for crows.

Pull up!

Good day, Mr. Reed.

Do you understand me, sir?

Here. Here's a good one.

You blackguard!

Can you spare a little, lady?

Mordachai's up there,

scared as a goose.

He's surrounded by guards,

back to the wall, pistols out.

He's expecting Dawg.

If there are any of Dawg's men around,

they will see you.

Mordachai's guards

won't let you get close.

Wait a minute.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

How much?

- What?

- Come with me.

You stay put.

Where do you think you're going?

Tapster sent me.

Said the old turtle has his needs.

Shake her down.

- Sweetheart, all that costs money.

- I have money.

I promise.

I will take care of you later.

Follow me.

You too.

Captain, you in the mood

for a whore?

Show her in.

Wait a minute.

I recognize you.

You're not a whore.

Call your men,

and it's the last sound you make.

You're Harry's girl.

You always was trouble. Blast ya.

What do you want here, eh?

I've brought my father's map.

You have the map?

- What about the Morning Star, the ship?

- She's mine.

Here. Look what I'm doing.

Holy Virgin.

Harry's blessed head.

See? Is that not fine?

That's handsome of ya.

Mighty handsome.

But with you here, you bet your life

Dawg's around somewhere.

I'm not afraid of Dawg. I'm half

your age and nowhere near the sailor.

You shame me, lass.

I don't like that.

Then get up and fight!

Prove me wrong.

I've heard of Cutthroat Island.

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