Pirates Page #2

- Ah, my sins... How they haunt me!

We both know, my son, how Satan con

profit from a sailor's isolation...

inciting him to shameful

solitary practices.

- I am an old man, Padre...

- Very well, then. There remain greed...

anger, pride, mendacity, sloth...

Let us wrestle with them one by one.

For some time now, I have been plagued

by certain weighty questions which...

hardly pertain to mendacity or sloth.

- What manner of questions?

- Throughout my life I gave fought for...

my King, my country,

and Holy Mother Church.

- And God shall reward you for it.

- I have killed in their name.

- A soldier's duty.

- Aye, but 'tis a sorry duty to kill...

men, women and childrenfor the

sake of a nation's gold.

These are savages...

cannibals, some of them!

- They don't even know the value of gold.

- Value of gold! Kapatek-Anahuac!

Is it God? An eagle?

The sun or the moon?

The throne carries a curse if it is

removed from its rightful place.

The other night... I dreamed...

it was red with blood...

If we were wisewe would hurl it overboard...

The Neptune might sit on it

without fear or remorse...

but we poor mortals... And my ship?

What will become of my men?

Why was I born a Spaniard

and not an Aztec? Why, Padre...

are there never answers to

the questions that truly matter?

Why?

Man that is born of woman hath but a

short time to live and is full of misery.

He cometh up and is cut down like a

flower. We beseech Thee, o Lord...

to receive into the depths of this

ocean, upon which he sailed as...

a brave captain and a valiant

soldier, thy faithful servant...

Don Jos Maria Alonso Ordonez

de Linares y Escobar...

Knight of the Order

of the Holy Cross.

What a creature! Proud as a peacock

and twice as 'andsome.

Ah oui, and those eyes...

they burn like coals of fire. And that skin...

smooth as peach, pardieu!

The Lieutenant, you dunderhead.

Guards, prepare to fire.

Fire!

Come and see this.

Come here and look at this.

Look, look at this.

We'll all die of the plague!

Get back in line, you dogs...

in line, I say!

Yeah.

Hold, hold! I'm not the cook,

I'm his replacement!

I know nothing of this.

I drink to the new Master After God

of His Majesty's good ship "Neptune".

Gentlemen, Don Alfonso Felipe

Salamanca de la Torre.

Don Alfonso!

- Your Honor, mutiny a board.

- A what?

The men found a rat in the soup.

The wrecked is tearing 'em up.

Commander, turn up the guard.

We must fight for the betterment

of our conditions. We must claim...

- our rights.

- All your rights... no exceptions.

- We can beat them, if we stand together.

- Right.

- Unity is strength!

- Right.

- And the soldiers, what about them?

- They are our brothers...

- We will talk to them.

- They are sons of the people, like us.

Right.

The officers have bled us dry. Jesus said...

"'Tis easier for a camel to pass

through the eye of a needle...

than for an officer toenter the

kingdom of heaven. "

The armory, lad... to the armory!

Must be somewhere close by here.

Ah, Corporal, we've come to mend a leak.

- Leak?

- Bosun's ordered is to help...

the carpenter. His mates

is down with the squitters.

Must find this leak... 'Tis said to

be close by the armory.

Ah there.

Vive la France!

The keys... see if he's got the keys!

- No keys, Cap'n.

- Out o' the gunport with 'im!

Holy Poker, that would've been

too good to be true!

Here, Froggie, give us a hand.

I'm stuck.

Move a muscle and

I'll blow your brains out.

Cut this quick! Look alive!

These too!

Ship's company! Your Captain will address you.

Now then, what seems to be amiss?

Come now, speak your minds!

There's naught to be afraid of...

this is no galley ship.

Go on, go on, tell him...

Well?

Go on, tell him what happened.

They... they... they're feeding us rats.

- Rats? A rat.

- We want to relieve ourselves in peace.

- We're sick of the whip...

- We want our rights...

we want our rights.

Easy man, easy! Don't all speak at once!

We shall settle this matter amicably.

You...!

You...! You...! And you two over there...

the cripple and his crony.

Over here, all five of you!

The rest of you, back to your posts!

On the count of three...

I shall consider you mutineers and

give the command to fire. One!

Two!

Three!

Gentlemen! It seems we have just

been spared a mutiny occasioned by...

this little rodent,

which fell into the soup.

And what, pray, does our learned

physician make of this?

'Tis boiled?

My late grandfather partook of

several during the siege of...

Cartagena, and never suffered

any ill effects.

- You heard that?

- Aye, sir, we did.

"Never suffered any ill effects".

That is uncommon good news,

you'll allow?

- Aye, uncommon good, but...

- But? Come...

would you represent our surgeon's

grandfather to be a liar?

Nay, sir, I'd as soon

slit me throat.

Then kindly be seated.

You are our guests.

I trust you enjoy

your meal, gentlemen.

Could it be that you donot

fancy Spanish rats?

Why, but we do, sir,

we thinks gold dust of 'em.

- Alas, we have but one.

- I pray you, sir, one will be...

more than suffice...

you are too kind.

Some seasoning for our gourmets.

I fear we have no vanilla...

Would you not prefer the head?

Nay, nay, lad, I wouldn't rob you of it.

To the last morsel,

if you please.

For the love of heaven! Don Alfonso!

You have demonstrated your dominion...

over these wretches.

We have all understood.

Enough now! Stop this cruel jest,

I implore you, stop it at once!

Your desire is our command.

Get it off.

One! Two!

- Three!

- That's it, then.

The whip for him,

the rope for us.

Six! Seven!

Eight!

Nine!

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is

with thee. Blessed art thou amongst...

- women and blessed is the fruit of...

- You might as well pray to a bowsprit.

Hey, hey! No blasphemy, lade...

not at this hour o' the watch.

I do not want to die like a dog.

I have a wife and babes.

- I am still young, young!

- O Jesus, in Thy infinite mercy.

They haven't the spunk of a weevil. We

must get ourselves out of this alone...

- just you Froggie, and myself.

- I'm with you, Captain!

- You're a bullycock.

- I'm with you too!

- And me, and me! What's to be done?

- Number one, stop gabbin'. Number two,

- do as you're told. Where's the dagger?

- In my satch, sir.

Take it, Boomako.

Twenty seven!

That's it, that's it. Cut our ropes,

cook, but have a care...

just beside the knot, and mind

you leave a strand or two.

Having made their peacewith Almighty God...

through the offices of Padre Don Antonio

Fuentes, these four mutineers...

are sentenced to be hanged

by the neck until they are dead.

May the Lord have mercy on their souls.

- Shipmates, you shall be avenged.

- Shut up you. You want the rope as well.

Do you want it? Cause you can have it.

My son, unburden your soul

to Almighty God.

At this supreme moment, you must confess

your sins that they may be forgiven you.

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