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Sound the surrender.

Hurry, while there's still breath

in your belly.

I congratulate you, Captain.

Very fortunate moment for the surrender.

You take charge. Muster the prisoners

and stack the weapons forward.

- To the main deck, men. Disarm them.

- Aye, aye, sir!

It's been a lovely day, hasn't it?

Take enough men, go below,

and free the slaves.

Aye, sir.

Matson. Come here.

Aye, sir?

You were very brave,

trying to take this ship single-handed.

Thank you, sir.

Brave but stupid.

By disobeying orders, you risked the lives

of the men behind you.

- Shouldn't you pay for that with your own?

- Yes, sir.

Take this man aboard the Albatross.

Have him put in irons.

But, Captain, I was only doing me duty.

You can't blame a man for that!

By the way...

I'd appreciate it if you'd pass the word

among the officers and men...

that I consider their conduct very gallant.

And yours especially, Mr. Pitt.

Thank you for convincing the trumpeter.

- Looks like a very rich cargo, Mr. Pitt.

- A windfall, Captain, sir.

- Gold, silver, and plenty of barrel stuff.

- Look sharp there, boys.

- Get it up on deck. She's settling fast.

- This door's locked, sir.

Lend him a hand there, will you, Mr. Pitt?

Stand aside.

- Uncle.

- My child.

Now, men, let's look around in here.

If you'd be kind enough

to stand to one side, please.

Are you the captain of these pirates?

Burke, lend Mr. Pitt a hand with this chest.

Throw everything outside

in the passageway. Quickly.

- Couple of extra hands in here, sharp.

- Come on.

- I am King Phillip's ambassador...

- You'll pardon me, sir.

We're pressed for time.

Your ship is sinking.

Mr. Pitt, if you find the ship's papers,

we'll take those aboard, too.

Captain. Not at all bad.

Uncle, my jewels.

Don't you dare touch those jewels.

By heavens, an Englishwoman.

And not too proud of it at the moment.

You know, the last time

I saw an Englishwoman...

You'll have time to discuss that later.

Let's get that sharply out

onto the deck.

Your Excellency, Maria,

these are not typical Englishmen.

- Please don't think...

- Quite right.

They ain't all as handsome as we are.

Sir, if I may suggest...

you and your party

had better go aboard my vessel.

Capt. Thorpe, I demand to know

exactly what your intentions are.

To get you safely aboard my ship.

And to get you off again

as quickly as possible.

- I'll land you at the first English port.

- I'll not go on your ship.

I'd rather drown

than accept your hospitality.

Mr. Pitt, this young lady, I hope,

will change her mind.

If she doesn't, change it for her

and have her carried aboard.

Blessed treasure!

These men are weak.

Get them over the side. See they don't fall.

Easy, there.

Come on, men. Hurry! Over the side.

Come along, ladies.

You heard what the Captain said.

And orders are orders.

Why, Tuttle, it must be four years

since we sailed together.

It's four years since I've trod the deck

of an English ship, sir.

You'll soon be in England now.

Come along, all of you, and I'll see you all

catch up with your rum rations.

Capt. Thorpe,

this is an insult to His Majesty.

I board your ship under protest.

At least you'll find English hospitality

better than they found Spanish.

As soon as the slaves are transferred...

see that the Ambassador and his party

get on board, too.

All right, men. Stand by, ready to move.

Make speed there, men.

Get that stuff loaded below.

Keep those rails clear. Lively, now.

Abandon ship. Everybody over the side.

Now, then, Captain. You heard the order.

With your permission, sir.

I'm still the Captain.

Yes, of course. My mistake, Captain.

Let go of those lines.

Watch your amidships.

Cut!

I'll have all sails trimmed,

if you please, Mr. Scott.

Haul in your main line

and clear your portholes.

Quartermaster?

- Hold her steady as she goes.

- Steady as she goes.

Men, from now on,

both crews will lay aside past differences.

Spanish sailors will have full freedom

of the decks...

with the exception

of the powder magazine.

Those of you lately called slaves will have

no further duties aboard this ship.

If there are those among you

who are still for the sea...

we've plenty of berths on this ship

for good and willing men.

By now you know the purpose

of the Sea Hawks:

In our own way,

to serve England and the Queen.

We're free!

Mr. Burke, dismiss all these men

and attend to their needs.

Your Excellency, we'll try to make you

and your party as comfortable...

as this somewhat

overcrowded ship permits.

Mr. Pitt will show you the way.

Are my men to be freed when we land?

Certainly, Captain.

We have no Inquisition in England.

No. We understand

you believe in direct action.

Don Alvarez,

I can appreciate your feelings...

but since fate has thrown us together,

let's make the best of it.

It was a clever strategy, Capt. Thorpe,

to sound the surrender.

Thank you.

Perhaps one of the secrets of victory...

is making your enemy anticipate defeat,

don't you agree?

- More wine, Your Excellency?

- No, thank you.

I must compliment you

on your wine, Captain.

Nowhere have I tasted better.

There is no better wine

than good Madeira, Captain.

Cross, just where did we pick this up?

- From the galleon off Veracruz, Captain.

- No, it wasn't.

It was out of the governor's cellar

at Cartagena.

No, Cartagena's the place we had

all the Portuguese cheeses, remember?

But there's no cheese like Cheshire,

is there, Mr. Pitt?

No place like England for anything, I think.

I was just thinking to myself,

Miss Latham...

weren't you a bit Ionesome

in a heathen country like Spain?

Spain is an old country

with a very rich culture, Mr. Pitt.

In fact, there is much in Spain

that we English could profit by.

Thank you, madam.

We're certainly doing the best we can.

I have also been admiring

your table silver, Captain.

No doubt another

of the Captain's acquisitions.

No doubt. Perhaps if Your Excellency

will examine the design...

you'll recognize the coat of arms

of the Spanish Viceroy of San Domingo.

San Domingo? How interesting.

I should like to propose

that we drink to the health of...

I do not drink with thieves and pirates.

The health I was about to propose

was to Her Majesty, the Queen of England.

Mr. Pitt,

obviously Doa Maria has no wine.

- To Her Majesty the Queen.

- To the Queen.

"Build a fleet. Build a fleet."

Always the same advice.

As if I didn't have enough demands

on my treasury.

If my Lord Admiral is so intent

on building a fleet...

perhaps he will also advise me

where to get the money to pay for it.

Your pardon,

but may I remind Your Grace...

that our privateers

have made substantial contributions...

for the very purpose of providing a navy?

A large fleet is a luxury

England can ill afford.

Tell your friends the Sea Hawks I have

more urgent uses for their contributions.

Besides, there's another risk

which Sir John fails to reckon.

Should England attempt

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