Pete Winning and the Pirates Page #5

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Don't you think this is a

bit extreme, even for you?

- Oh, you've not seen extreme.

Not yet.

- You're crazy.

- Don't worry, I'll make some new maps

and set them into the world.

And the next One-Eyed

Bill and Pete Winning

will chase after them.

All the while, this

queen will get her coin.

All right,

queenies, it's the captain!

In position!

- Come on, get those buttons buttoned!

And what's with those shoes?

Ever heard of a shine, boy?

- Don't' you thin it's time we move on?

- How do you address me, Ensign?

- Sorry, Captain, but we

need to be at headquarters.

- Yes, they probably need me

to fix some problem or another.

Captain's work is never done.

Move.

Come along, Ensign.

- Next time, I get to be captain.

- It's no my fault, Jane, I'm method.

- Would you have even

listened to me if you knew?

We don't have the luxury

to hold grudges around here, Mr. Winning.

You have to look out for yourself.

- I know that now.

- I just keep breaking

up this little love fest.

Don't I?

Off to your room now, sis.

And this time, your chaperones

won't be so easy to escape.

Finally.

Alone.

- Are we?

- Captain!

Prepare for battle.

There's a fight coming.

What are you sneering at?

- Nothing.

Just hope you have time

to think of something.

Oh, I'd stay a bit if I were you.

Things are bound to get

a bit sporty in here.

- I'll cut your neck before they have

a chance to touch mine.

- Well that worked out

fantastic, didn't it?

Is he dead?

- Nope, just passed...

Oh my god, it's okay.

It was set to stun.

- Eva.

- I thought he was someone else.

- Secured the south port.

They got One-Eyed Bill in the dungeon.

Pete

in the chamber.

- I'm gonna go get our captain.

- Eva?

I thought that you...

- No sir, I just continued on the mission

like you would have wanted.

- Course you did.

Untie me.

I have a queen to dethrone.

- Let her go.

We have to get out of here.

We can't hold this place for long.

- No.

It ends today.

- What are you...

- Well,

you know me.

I'll...

- Pete Winning.

Mm, look at you.

Going old school, I see.

- Well.

Nothing wrong with a classic.

- Not bad with the steel, Mr. Winning.

- I'm starting to get a handle on things.

- Ha.

- One-Eyed Bill.

- You must be one-armed Steve.

- I like this guy.

- Oh.

- How?

- I really like him.

- Yeah, he's beginnin' to grow on me, too.

- Come on.

- Well.

We have ourselves a predicament.

Don't we, my queen?

- Indeed we do, Mr. Winning.

Indeed we do.

- I could end the suffering of millions

with a flick of my wrist.

- Then do it.

Can't, eh?

Cold blood thing.

- No!

You won't do this, Pete.

- Grace, out of my way.

- No.

You can win, but not like this.

- Oh for heaven's sake.

This is boring me.

Guards!

He killed my sister!

- Don't get all warm and

fuzzy on me now, Pete.

- Dammit, Grace.

- We don't have the luxury

to feel sorry for ourselves out here.

You have to look out for yourself.

Okay?

Okay?

- It's okay.

Pete, behind you.

Take cover!

- It's now or never.

We gotta go.

- Go!

Go, go, go!

Captain, she's gone!

Look, there's no time!

We gotta...

- Well?

- We spent the entire day

searching the island, Your Majesty.

No sign of Winning or his crew.

- Damn.

- Thank you, Pete.

For everything.

Farewell and adieu

To my dears, men and ladies

Farewell and adieu

To my ladies of Spain

- He didn't call me Petey.

- How are you?

You don't know that she's gone.

- Right.

- You set the queen back.

Her secret's out and now

she knows you're out there,

watching.

- Yeah, with half the country seeing me

as public enemy number one.

- The truth will spread fast enough.

And besides, I don't think you mind

being public enemy number one.

In fact, I think you

kind of like it, Captain.

- Eva.

Do you really want us to

take you back to Ugly Island?

- Well first we're gonna have to think

of a better name for it than that.

But yes.

You helpin' the uglies,

Jane and Finch workin' the

queen's guard from the inside,

what am I gonna do?

- Just be Pete Winning.

The rest will fall into place.

- All ready to go.

- So, now it's your

turn to stir things up.

Any ideas, Pete?

- Well, you know me.

I'll think of something.

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