The Black Corsair Page #6

Just blow her up.

Count, look!

The current is floating the bodies

towards the galleon.

We won't even be allowed

to give them a proper funeral.

Soon we will join their fate.

We cannot go back,

soldiers are waiting on shore.

I rather go to my death fighting.

Perhaps I might die aboard their ship.

Forward!

Row!

More gun powder!

They don't have firearms.

Use swords.

Stop!

I know your brave men...

...could easily defeat the wretches,..

...but likely, by killing them.

While I...

...would rather hang

the black pirate alive.

We are with you, commander!

You pretended to be drowned!

- Was Morgan's idea.

- How genius!

I told you count of Ventimiglia

we shall meet again in battle.

Please don't force me to kill you.

Hope you will.

It's my last chance to die in battle.

- I owe you for my life.

- We are even. Don't belittle me.

Fight!

After me, nobody!

Into the sea!

Yara knows the question...

...which denies your heart peace.

Because now,...

...so close to death,

Yara understands many things.

You too, saw what I saw?

Why did they restrain my hand?

They only...

did...

what your...

heart desired.

Once, in you...

love entered,...

...hatred departed.

I think,

we are close to the 7th parallel.

That is the Gulf Stream.

The same place we abandoned

Honorata to fate.

The same currents that

will carry us to death.

How ironic and diligent is fate.

Let it carry you...

and you will see,...

...what Yara now sees.

what... Yara now sees.

Commander,

come see who made it back!

I see you are alive and well,

as ought be.

Seems we share similar fortune.

- It seems so.

- Maybe the devil fears us.

So he doesn't want us.

Just as he didn't want you,

he doesn't want our "Lightning".

Here, he is not.

These are fresh footsteps,

leading to the beach...

They took the small raft.

Couldn't have gone far.

Though can't see them.

Why did they leave?

- I think they saw the "Lightning".

- Another reason to wait!

Or to go. His ship "Lightning",

represents a way of life...

to him, which now is ended...

even though is still ours, my friends.

The small raft is carrying them

towards a different life, a new life.

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