The World in His Arms Page #3

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Ladies, if you please.

Don't run away, Colonel.

You are invited to a party.

He's mine. - He's mine.

He's mine! - He's mine!

Ladies, I must ask you

to leave immediately.

He doesn't like barmaids.

- Probabaly a snob.

Well, here's to the

barnacles off the hull.

Come to the party tonight Colonel,

and I'll give you back your medal.

Let's get back to the sailors.

- We go.

Are those ladies friends of yours?

- Oh no, no, your Highness,

friends of the Boston Man.

- Did you speak with him?

I did and I was insulted for my

trouble. He hates Russians,

especially the nobility.

- In that case he's not alone.

Did you offer him a fair price?

Oh, money means nothing to the man,

he's a barbarian, a pirate who can

think of nothing but wine and women.

Women.

- Such as those, he's impossible.

But he does have a ship. And a crew.

Mathilda, allow me to present Captain

Jonathan Clark, the Boston Man.

Jonathan, this is Mrs. Mallit.

- Mallit?

Mrs Harrison Crocker Mallit of

Mallit and Fitzsimmons, Bankers.

Mrs. Mallit. May I have the

honour of this dance?

Charming party, charming party.

Deacon, Sir, where be calm?

What kind of fun is this?

Fun? My son, this is what is commonly

known as "finance", "high finance".

Finance? - It seems the Captain has

decided to buy Alaska for the sum of

approximately eight

to ten million Dollars.

That's a lot of money Deacon, Sir.

Where is he gonna get it?

He's dancing with

half of it right now.

Mr. Greathouse, the royal drapes from

the Presidential Suite are missing.

Oh, that's quite understandable.

Cast your eyes on the

pride of the Pribilofs.

An allusion sunset.

This is too much. Sir, I must

bid you good evening.

If we meet again, we shall smile. If

not, this party is well-be.

Break it up boys, the party

is dying a slow death.

Break it up faster.

Let's have the Nova Scotia reel.

And make it a salty one...

Captain, your ladies...

Righty on boy, the long braid.

Put down your whiskey and grab a maid.

Human attraction, that's

where's all the action.

All ashore that's goin' ashore.

Center couples, settle for.

What happened to the saloon?

- The party was getting dull,

so I closed it up and brought

the gang along with me.

Hand in buss meet halfways.

They'll be dancing on your way.

Alright boys, here's your chance.

Crowd your partner

and on with the dance.

Inside out and under the boots, kill

your partner and watch for the mood.

Two years ago it took you

less trouble to find me.

Two years ago there was

more of you to find.

I thought you liked your women thin.

Well, there's to say

that I like my women...

Cast off sail, get on the rock, wail

on your partner and tamp to the dock.

Well, hello. How long have

you been at the Valentine?

The Valentine? - Yes, I thought Mamie

had one in more for the beach.

Oh yes, Mamie, she's very nice.

- Yeah, rough exterior

but a heart of gold.

Come over here and talk about you.

Two shots of Red Terrier.

Oh, it's the best.

Here's to girls and gunpowder.

Two more.

Hey, hey, hello my friend.

Hey, the Barbary Coast is very

lonesome tonight. I say what is this?

Where is everybody? They say

Boston Man have very big party.

I think maybe you forgot to invite

Portugee, eh? That's alright.

I invite myself. Oh, I bring my

brothers and a few friends.

All nice clean boys. Hey,

how you think I look, eh?

I shave, get hair cut, I even

take a bath, hahahaha...

Since you had a bath, you and your

friends get settled for the bar

and have a drink.

Remember this, Portugee, you're in the

presence of ladies and gentlemen here.

This is so much as drop an oath,

if you steal one watch,

I'll swipe the decks with you.

What you talk about? I come

show you how to dance.

Ah, and how to make love.

- Take it easy my friend.

This one is mine.

- No, no, not this time.

Four, no five times take woman from

Portugee. This time you're gonna lose.

Have another drink,

I'll be right back.

It's a fight, he'll kill him.

Here they go, another duell.

Portugee will never learn.

Anchor me.

Brethren, the wages of sin

lie heavily within my pocket.

Would there be one among you

willing to venture one thousand

upon young Portugee?

- I'll lay a hundred.

Over the side with you, you're a

piker. One thousand or nothing.

One thousand on the Portugee.

- Done.

This time I'm gonna win lady for sure.

Who's up for a second bet?

- Two thousand.

Two thousand.

- You have a bet.

Boston Man is weakening. Anyone

willing to lay two to one?

Two to one, do I hear, two to one?

Lay before you regret it.

Now, who'll lay three?

- Three thousand.

Taken.

Now, who'll lay four to one?

- Four thousand.

You have a bet, Sir.

Five! Five thousand.

- Thy voice is the sound of bells.

You have a bet, my friend.

Fear not, fair maiden, you

shall be in good hands.

Come on, break him!

- Come on, come on!

Come on.

You're the young, the keen, the

gentleman that ran out of money.

Who upped the anchor?

Ah, that makes six times I

lose woman to Boston Man.

Hey, he's pretty good.

Now we say good-bye.

No, first I kiss you.

Hey, that's pretty good.

Ha, here's your woman.

You cheap ring ape, how dare you?

- Look, don't bother me.

Sir, I want...

- I know you want your money back.

I told you, when a Portugee

makes a deal, it's a deal.

Hey, hey, that's the fellow I make the

deal with. He's a big Russian thief.

Someone stole my watch.

He stole mine, too.

- Mine, too.

Portugee, I warned you.

- What?

Alright men, throw the Portugee and

his nice clean boys outta here.

It's getting a little noisy in here.

Who are you?

Just a girl.

What kind of a girl?

Just a Russian girl.

Oh, you're one of that breed.

A very unimportant one.

A travelling companion

to the Countess.

So you see I'm not very

much for you to win.

Driver, pull up here.

- But I can't go with you,

the Countess will be very angry.

- Who cares?

Look, the Countess will miss me and...

- Does it matter?

Ares, go inside, grab yourself

a drink, get into the fight.

Thank you Captain Clark.

Now is there any place in the

ticket that you'd like to go?

I'd like to see San

Francisco. All of it.

Let's go.

So you're a little Russian girl, ha?

Let's see what part of

Russia you come from?

Not from that part.

- No?

Perhaps not so quickly.

In my part of Russia there's the

custom to at least ask a girl her name

before you attempt to kiss her.

Oh well, you see, in America we

kiss first and ask later.

What's your name?

- Marina.

Marina? That's a nice name.

Now how about that kiss?

Oh, the Vigellenics.

- What is the celebration?

It looks like we're in time

for Sweeny's hanging.

Hey, Finnegan, got that

rope stretched good?

If it snaps, I'll do do the

second hanging for free.

Hey Sweeny, I thought you were

coming over to my party.

Sorry Jonathan, I was tied up.

- Are they really going to hang him?

Oh yes. - But they mustn't, please

don't let them, you must stop them.

Hey, Finnegan, I've bet you a thousand

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