Pirates of Tortuga Page #7

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on their gallows.

Influence,

that's what I've got...

in higher places than this

twopenny governor's palace.

The Crown still owes me

a few favors for services rendered

at Porto Bello and Panama.

And I've evened

accounts with you.

By damning me

at the trial...

by denying Randolph

was in your pay.

Well, I have

the devil's luck, you see.

I'll cheat

the hangman yet.

It would take more

than the devil, Morgan.

It would take an angel

to get either of us out of here.

I was told

you had left the island.

Not the island,

only the governor's palace.

But it's all

for the best.

- Lady Margaret... Meg...

- Don't say it.

I wasn't cut out to

be a governor's lady...

or any kind of lady,

I guess.

The only real thing

about me is this crest...

and it wasn't my mother

who wore it.

Why have you come back

to tell me this?

It wasn't easy.

You were the only man

who ever thought of me as a lady.

I'd like to have

left you with that.

But my cradle

was 100 gutters.

This crest belonged to Bart Paxton's

mother, who was killed by Morgan.

So you see, Bart had more reason

to fight them than to join them.

Perhaps Major Fielding's voice

was so loud at the trial

that it drowned out the truth...

and my own better judgment.

I'll review

the evidence at once.

I'll be going.

- You're in love with

Captain Paxton, aren't you?

- Perhaps.

Meg, where will you go?

How will you live?

I'm an actress.

I'll get along.

Please, give this back

to Captain Paxton.

Good-bye, Sir Thomas.

Jamaica will be losing

a fine lady.

At your suggestion, I had Major Fielding

search Randolph's house.

Where I found definite proof

he was in Morgan's pay.

My judgment of you

was too hasty, Captain.

My neck thanks you

for reconsidering, Major.

But, Sir Thomas...

how did you find out

about my mother?

From a lady...

who asked me

to return this.

- Stop, thief! Stop, thief! Stop!

- She stole my purse! Thief!

- Stop, thief! Stop, thief! Stop!

- She stole my purse! Thief!

- Let me go, you squid!

- [Crowd Shouting]

I warned you to sail clear

of butchers and meat cleavers.

- Bart!

- My lady.

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