The Crimson Pirate Page #5

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I want a proclamation posted

in the path of the funeral procession...

announcing your marriage

to the daughter of El Libre.

Excellency!

People will be required to attend

and provide entertainment...

to make it a day of rejoicing.

We'll have them fill

the royal grain warehouse...

with 10,000 sacks of grain as a present.

You're learning fast.

After the ceremony, I'll leave you

my troops and my blessings, and depart.

Except for the late, lamented Vallo,

this has been a most boring assignment.

On your way, pig! Amnesty

has been declared for all prisoners.

Baron Gruda will give you a chance

to show allegiance at the wedding.

Gruda.

Gruda, someday I'll kill you.

I'll kill you!

- So it's a marriage now, is it?

- Consuelo will never do it.

Look! 10,000 sacks of grain

for the Governor.

Not mine!

So we're to rejoice, are we?

Baron Gruda has made

the defacing of public property...

an offense punishable by death...

both for the culprit and the accomplices.

Sergeant, round up these people.

- What are you going to do about it?

- It's no concern of mine.

- What are you going to do about her?

- Get her out of it, somehow.

Alone, against 1,000 troops?

- There must be a way.

- There is.

It's a question of simple logic.

We need allies.

These people need freedom.

Let's help them get it.

The only freedom

I'm interested in is Consuelo's.

She'll never consent to be free

until her people are free.

Impossible.

They don't have a chance

against Gruda's crack troops.

Science has learned

that nothing is impossible.

Not long ago, I saw a ship

sailing through the skies of France...

supported by a great bag filled with air

that was lighter than air.

A friend of mine has invented a liquid

that can blast away mountains.

I have completed plans for a boat

that can sail underneath the water.

Who knows what we may accomplish...

against the outdated Baron Gruda

and his outdated world?

All we need is the help of these people...

a little imagination, and deft fingers

with which to steal a few basic materials.

The Baron thinks we're finished.

We're going to let him go on thinking so.

We'll fill the royal grain warehouse

as ordered.

But with the seeds

of the Professor's genius.

- I beg your pardon?

- The Baron has the most weapons.

But we'll have the newest.

An explosive that moves mountains.

A ship that flies through the air.

A ship that flies through the air

by next Sunday? lmpossible.

A great man once said to me:

"Science has learned

that nothing is impossible."

Gather round, lads and lasses.

We'll show your fighters and workers

new ways to get rid of old enemies.

It doesn't smell right.

into the warehouse.

The tunnel to smuggle them out

is complete.

The island is making headway

with the modern weapons to smuggle in...

and still you stand and stir...

that stew with no result.

My friend sent me no formula to go on...

simply the ingredients.

Principally nitrogen and glycerin.

Anyway, I'm not really sure

I want to discover it.

If it can remove a mountain,

how do I know it won't remove an island?

"In science, one knows nothing

unless one experiments."

I wish you'd stop quoting me.

That's it.

Soldiers!

Don't fall down with that.

Even if they shoot you.

Be careful you don't over-inflate this

in the morning.

We've cut the wall braces

to the breaking point.

But we don't want them to collapse

before the signal.

Remember...

there'll be no signal given till Consuelo's

gotten safely away from Baron Gruda.

Careful.

The liquid explosive.

- Is that all that's left?

- I've improved a bit on the formula.

This is concentrated 1,000 times.

Please.

The royal grain warehouse is reported

full to capacity, Your Excellency.

Amazing how you brought them

to their knees.

Spare the rod and spoil the child.

Never forget that, my dear Governor.

Let's get on with the wedding ceremony.

First, a floral offering for the bride

from the unmarried girls of the island.

A local custom for celebrating weddings.

- Proceed.

- Music.

Watch it. Your beard is showing.

Here we go.

These peasant shapes are not to my taste.

Death to Gruda!

Kill them!

Port side battery. Fire!

No, I mean left. Left!

No. Right. No, left a bit.

What's the matter with you?

Don't you know where you're going?

Fire!

We're going after the girl.

Let's strip for action.

Halt!

We'll cut her to pieces. Man your cannons.

Come on, now.

The high explosive. Quick.

- Get underway!

- Aye, aye, sir.

Man the capstan!

Get her below.

Don't waste time. Slit the cable!

We've got to gain altitude.

Unload the ballast.

Come on. Get rid of something.

- What is it?

- It is the wrath of heaven!

It has destroyed the fortress!

Our ship and our lads.

We're heading straight for them.

Make it close.

But not too close.

We'll need our ship and our lads

to catch Gruda.

They're going to blow us up!

Jump for your lives!

- It's our own skipper!

- We knew you'd come.

Get us off this ship.

- Cut the rope down.

- Get us out of here!

Pack out all canvas,

you fairy-tale sea snakes!

Go get 'em!

Move them!

Move!

I really think he plans to do battle with us.

Captain Vallo's lost his head

as well as his heart.

Haul that jib.

Trim those top gallows.

Two points starboard.

Hold your fire for a broadside.

Shall we fire?

There'll be no firing with the girl

on the ship. We're going to board her.

Below decks, the lot of you.

On the double.

Coming, Mr. Bellows?

The fools are going

to trade broadsides with us.

In you go.

With nobody at the wheel to steer,

we'll not get alongside.

Too late to worry about it.

We'll have to take our chances.

As ye wish. We'll go.

My humble apologies.

But if I can't live like a pirate,

I'll die like one.

I'll stand by the wheel

and bring her alongside.

Skipper! Do them the dirty!

Stand by to fire!

Fire!

We're lost! Get the girl!

Hold it, Professor! We've won!

Get rid of that stuff.

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