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- "I Archibaldo... "

- I...

- Eh, what's your name?

- Archibaldo Estban del Acalde.

"I Archibaldo... yes, yes, and the rest of it...

Governor of Maracaibo... "

- Knight of the Holy Sepulchre...

- Stow that! Write: "... of Maracaibo...

do hereby discharge First Lieutenant

Don Alfonso de la Torre...

of all responsibility for me throne... "

No, no, no, for the conveyance of the

throne of Kapatek-Anahuac to Spain. "

Enter!

Your Excellency!

- My respects, seora.

- Lieutenant, we are in a grave...

predicament! The pirates

attack at dawn!

Let them come! We shall be ready for them!

Calm yourself! This blackmore contrived

to escape from their lair...

he knows their plans.

Speak up, my good man.

- It, 'tis I, Lieutenant... 'tis Boomako!

- What!

That black dog here?

That renegade?

I'll settle his score here and now!

- Governor, Governor! Protect me!

- You shall die, mutineer!

- I grant him pardon!

- His rightful place is on the scaffold...

- garroted with the rest of them.

- Don Alfonso! Kindly bear in mind that...

I alone am responsible for the

administration of justice.

As you say, Excellency. But this

reptile sough to poison...

- Captain Avila de Linares!

- Not true!

- I loved the Captain like my own mother!

- Shut your mouth, murderer!

Restrain yourself, Lieutenant.

You are addressing a pardoned man.

He's the one! He jealous!

He poison our good Captain!

It's possible.

Your pardon, Excellency?

I cannot hear you.

Was saying that this cursed gout makes

me suffer the tortures of the damned!

A plague upon it!

But enough of my afflictions.

Time is against us, Don Alfonso.

Captain Red...

that filthy ayeee... I mean,

that noted gentlemen of fortune...

intends to board the "Neptune",

at dawn and take delivery of his...

That is, steal the throne

of Kapatek-Anahuac.

- I'll make mincemeat of him!

- In the meantime, I have resolved...

as follows:
the throne will be

taken into safekeeping...

by two secret envoys of mine. They

will come bearing a letter which...

will absolve you of all further

responsibility. That is all.

- You may withdraw.

- Very good, sir.

And the password?

Password? Er, oh, let me see...

- Gout is gold".

- old is gold.

So be it, Excellency.

- Not too tight?

- Nay, sir.

- My apologies.

- Can you count?

- Count what, Captain?

- Count:
one, two, three, four...

- Five, six, seven, eight, nine...

- That'll do, that'll do... perfect.

- You're to count to ten thousand.

- One, two, three...

Not yet... as soon as we leave.

When you reach ten thousand...

you're to join us aboard the brig

at Anaconda Bay. Understand?

- Aye, aye, Captain.

- Here!

No one us to leave this room alive

before ten thousand. Not even you.

Not even me, Captain.

Wish I 'ad more trumps like you

under me command!

Who goes there?

Gout is gold.

An order is an order...

- so be it. Lower away!

- Lower away!

Triple the guard!

All hands to remains at their posts!

Aye, ayes, sir.

Stroke.

Stroke.

Stroke.

Stroke.

Hold!

Oh, O Lord, get Boomako out of this!

Don't let him sink!

Man ahoy! Down on the beach!

Right now, here you are, Seorita.

And now, since, since my, my neck...

is at stake and I have eleven mouths

to fe... feed.

And this? It is my bounden duty

to search all...

Rum? Oh no, no, I could never

turn a blind eye to that!

I come to bid you farewell.

And to thank you...

Farewell?

Fate wished us enemies...

yet you have twice saved my honor.

- You are leaving?

- This every evening I sail for Spain.

- Pardieu! This evening!

- And...

- And?

- My uncle has...

Don Alfonso has been promoted

Captain of the "Neptune".

- I'm so unhappy Monsieur Malfiltre.

- Call me Jean-Baptiste.

There is more:
my uncle has

betrothed me to Don Alfonso!

- Against my will!

- What do you have in your little basket?

My little angel!

God bless your kindly heart!

I, I have not yet told you

the worst tidings at all.

Tomorrow, at dawn...

- You are both to be... garroted.

- What about the throne?

Captain... You are to be...

Tomorrow, at dawn...

- I 'eard yer, but where's the throne?

- We don't give a damn for your throne!

He don't truly mean it...

he's just shook up.

The throne is back on the "Neptune".

Captain, the Lord teaches us

forgiveness. I shall pray for your soul.

Farewell, Jean-Baptiste.

Hell's bells!

Blasted chain!

No sweeter voice could complement a

sunset of such breath-taking splendor.

Thank you, Captain.

To be Master of as fine a vessel as this

would gladden the heart of any man alive.

- I am sure of it.

- Yet for me 'tis not enough.

I mean to wait until such time as you

may deign to appreciate my qualifies...

and so... may come to love me.

- Goodnight, Dolores.

- Goodnight, sir.

Go on, dance!

Dance, dance!

Fire at will!

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot! We're Christians!

By all that's holy, cease fire!

'Tis Friar Don Antonio Fuentes

of the Dominican Order!

Madre de Dio... Aah!

- There, there... where my finger is!

- That little speck?

Yes, my lad. That little speckis a brig.

I hope 'tis not a pirate, Captain.

Have no fear of pirates, seora.

They would receive a warm welcome...

the "Neptune" carries 70 cannon. She's

the fastest galleon in the Royal Fleet.

- The fatest?

- Yes, sir. Take that craft there.

A brig... every stitch of

canvas out, yet...

she hasn't gained a cable's

length on us since dawn.

- Why should she follow us?

- She is not following us...

she is merely sailing

in the same direction.

Now!

That's just to put some fire

in your bellies!

No goin' back now.

'Tis victory or death!

To board!

Into the longboat with you! Take

some vittles! Secret mission!

Come, girl.

Come on, put your backs in it.

That's it, lower... What do you want

to do? Have some music?

Oh my God!

Stop you sobbing stupid woman!

Over the side!

Dolores!

Boomako... Boomako!

No, not up, down...

Help!

Over here... Frog...

Frog...!

Thanks you alive.

Hey!...

Hey!...

The rope, Frog, the rope!

Quick! Cut it!

Merde!

'Tis an order! You signed articles!

Cut it or I'll have you hanged!

Hold on!

Wait! Wait!

Right.

Wait, wait, you lily-livered

scoundrel! Come back and fight...

like a man! Canaille... Fripouille...

Cornegidouille...!

Alfonso, you scum! I'll hunt you down...

I'll skin you alive!

e's an end to you once and for all, you slimy French

Jean-Baptiste!

Aah, Captain! Boomako is dead!

Come back! Come back!

May you rot in hell!

Hey, Frog... What o'clock is it?

- Six or eight...

- Good.

Give us an 'am and

a bottle of Malaga.

Don't pull that face, damn you!

Drink! Eat!

We're alive, aren't we?

- And Frog?

- Yes, Cap'n.

Would you do me a kindness?

Sing a little, while I nod off...

and mind you sing,

don't bray like a donkey.

Sing that little French ditty

I've a liking for.

Il tait un petit navire

Il tait un petit navire

Dessus la mer, la malon lonre

Dessus la mer s'en est all

Pour achever le tour du monde

Pour achever le tour du monde

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