The Sea Hawk Page #8

not of right or wrong...

but only of the good of those she rules.

My child, you mustn't weep so.

There may yet be some hope.

What chance is there for a galley slave?

But at least he is still alive, Maria.

Alive like animals in a dark cage.

No air, no sun, no kindness...

no mercy.

Only time and torture.

The hours as heavy as their chains.

Martha, better he were dead

than down there...

waiting only to die.

I am sorry.

And what good will that do now?

I'll never forgive you.

My child, I only did what I had to do.

What I feel towards you

I'll have to feel for the rest of my life.

Maria, you're very young.

Time will make you feel differently.

Only one thing will make any difference.

Uncle, if we could go to Spain

and plead with the king...

There's no chance?

For any other man, perhaps.

Not Capt. Thorpe.

Capt. Mendoza, important dispatch.

Very well.

I'll see that they reach the Madre de Dios...

before she sails from Cdiz.

- On deck.

- Four prisoners assigned to your galley.

We'll put them to good use.

Keep them in irons.

Back to your oars.

We're getting under way.

Drop your oars in the water!

Cross is dead, Mr. Pitt.

Wake up, you.

Pull on that oar. Do you hear me?

I'm tired of your tricks.

He's dead.

Ho! Guard!

I didn't know you at first. I'm Abbott.

- Abbott?

- Yes.

Mark your beat.

Sir John sent me to Spain.

I was taken in Madrid.

The Armada,

moving against England soon.

Sir John wanted proof

to convince the queen.

But Hawkins, Frobisher,

the rest of the Sea Hawks...

do they know?

They're all in prison or hiding.

By orders from Spain.

The queen did it to avert war.

The Armada. Did you find the proof?

The papers are aboard this ship,

being taken to the Madre de Dios in Cdiz.

They had me before I could get them.

They were informed.

The same thing in Panama.

Pitt, pass the word.

Everyone stop when I stop.

- Refuse to start.

- Aye, aye, sir.

Stop when the Captain stops.

Stop when you get the word.

The wind has slackened...

and we must reach Cdiz

before the Madre de Dios sails.

- Can't you raise the beat?

- They can't row above 18 for long, sir.

What time does the Madre de Dios

leave Cdiz?

Before morning, that's all I know,

and we can't risk missing her.

What's happening?

We're slowing down.

The timekeeper's asleep.

Find out what's wrong.

Pick up the beat!

What are you sitting there for?

Bend over it.

Turn around and row.

Pick up those oars!

Rebel, will you?

Thorpe, this is your work.

When we make Cdiz, I'll have you hung.

Pick up your oars and put your backs to it!

Timekeeper, raise the beat to 18!

- Capt. Ortiz has been expecting you.

- Thank you.

Men, you all know what to do.

You men follow me.

The rest of you stand guard.

It appears that you

and the Madre de Dios...

will be paying the last official visit

to England.

- The last friendly visit, shall we say?

- Exactly.

I can't say

that I envy you your commission...

to sail alone into the port of the enemy.

It is my privilege to fetch home

the ambassador before we strike.

Besides, England isn't an enemy

until she knows she is.

True.

Luckily, she'll only know that

when the Armada appears in the Channel.

When will that be, Captain?

According to the information

I am carrying to Lord Wolfingham...

the Armada is almost ready to sail

against England.

- Odd.

- What is it?

The breeze must have freshened.

We're swinging at anchor.

- Yes, I can feel the drift.

- We'd better let you turn in, Captain.

When does the crew come aboard?

They have leave till 4:00. We sail at dawn.

Bon voyage, Capt. Ortiz.

Thank you...

but I look forward more eagerly

to our next voyage to England.

Gentlemen, I drink

to the success of the Armada.

To the Armada.

Into the tops, men.

We're getting under way.

Man the helm, Abbott. Fox, at the foresail!

Matson, up with the main!

Mr. Pitt, the mizzen.

Aloft, there! Clear your leech line.

Clear away your mizzen vangs!

Heave taut your halyard!

Slack away your true lines!

Your passport, please.

Here.

Very good, Your Excellency.

Sorry to have stopped you.

We're taking precautions

against the privateers, sir.

Drive on.

Maria, there's still time to reconsider.

I can hold the boat at Dover

while we send for your things.

I've made up my mind. I'm staying here.

But if trouble should come

between our country and England...

your position here may become

very difficult.

I'm as much English as Spanish.

Maybe more.

Is that the reason, Maria?

I can't go back to Spain

as long as there's any hope.

Uncle, let's not talk about it anymore.

I'll be Ionely and homesick...

but I know I'll be Ionely wherever I am.

Up oars!

Now remember,

as soon as Don Alvarez comes down...

tell him in Spanish

you'll take him out to Capt. Ortiz.

What do we do when we get him aboard?

Nothing. Just hold him

until further orders.

- How will you get to the Queen?

- I don't know.

Off with you, lads.

Quick as you can to the landing.

- Goodbye, Uncle.

- Goodbye, Maria.

May you find your happiness.

I'm sorry. I thought you might cry out.

I saw your carriage waiting...

and I couldn't help it.

Where did you come from?

How did you get here?

On the ship that came for your uncle.

But you, why aren't you going with him?

He's going to Spain.

And you're staying here? Why?

Don't you know why?

Ever since that day you went away...

I've been in torment thinking

something might happen to you...

and you'd never know.

And then it did happen,

and I've never forgiven myself until now.

I love you.

I've loved you ever since that day

in the rose garden.

Only I kept it to myself then

because I was too proud.

I'm not proud anymore.

Only I can't believe I've found you again.

Geoffrey, can't you say something?

I'm sorry.

I don't seem to have any words.

There were times in Panama,

in the galley...

when I would have given my life

for one sight of you.

And now you're here, close.

I just can't realize it, that's all.

But I am here, and we're together.

Nothing's ever going to separate us again.

Not distance, and not pride.

Not even a large bouquet of English roses.

Curse this fog.

It'll be late before we're in London.

You're still in danger.

That'll be over when I get to the Queen.

They're stopping everybody

at London Gate.

Looking for honest English sailors.

Strange, but it never occurs to me

I'm Spanish and you're English.

- It doesn't seem important.

- It isn't.

I know nothing about war and politics,

but I believe in you...

and whatever you do must be right.

Please let me help you.

If I could only get into the castle

without being recognized, I could...

I'll let you in my entrance.

Miss Latham's waiting to let me in.

But the guards, as soon as I step out...

They'll just think

I'm smuggling in my lover.

After all, it's the truth.

Your pass?

We passed through earlier

taking His Excellency...

the Spanish ambassador to Dover.

There's only his niece inside.

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