The World in His Arms Page #6

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this drunken Boston Man no more,

he's all through. You sail

with the Portugee.

Hey what's this? You

sold me the Pilgrim.

I haven't sold you anything.

- No, now she's mine.

A deal is a deal.

- You still want her?

When a Portugee make a

deal, it's a deal, I want her.

Alright, we'll race for her. The

Pilgrim against the Santa Isabella.

First one to the Pribilofs

takes them both.

That's a bet!

- Careful Jonathan,

he can up anchor within the hour.

It'll take us a full week

to clear for sea.

- No, we'll be ready in two days.

Alright sailors, overhaul the vessel,

make her ready for sea, shabba!

My friend you make big mistake.

The Portugee beat you like

crazy to the Pribilofs.

Me and my Santa Isabella,

we run away from you like,

like I run away

from my first wife.

We go!

On to the Pribilofs, on to the

Pribilofs, make way for the sailors.

What's this I hear? You're

leaving for the Pribilofs?

That's right.

- Well, I've been waiting for this.

Here, now here's the contract of

the purchase of Alaska.

Now there's 10 million Dollars in...

- Save your money, Clegett.

Thanks for the use

of the hall, Eustace.

But what about my son? He

wants to go with you.

Come on, boy.

We go!

How did I tell you Deacon? Two days

and we're clear underway.

It's a great crew, one of the best.

- Yah, they're a great bunch.

Maybe because they like you.

- But why, I'll never know.

I'm gonna turn in for a while.

Call me at four bells.

We're moving right along, Deacon.

Come morning that Portugee'll

find us right in his way.

Wouldn't you say, Sir?

Might very well be. Coming on a blow

in an hour or two and the old lady

will be able to put her

best wood forward.

A right wind before the morning

and all's right for the world.

Now hop down in the gally

and fix me some java.

Aye aye, Sir.

They're good flapping, Deacon. You

promised us this wind, here it is.

You're the windsaver,

where's the Portugee?

Well there's a funny thing about the

wind, son. Seems to blow on the just

and the unjust alike.

- That's just the trouble.

While we be at sea six weeks now

Sir, and still no sign of him.

That's right Deacon, give the

Portugee another 4 days

and he'll be at the Pribilofs

and we'll lose the Pilgrim.

Yeah, it's always a possibility.

Why are we running under short sail?

- Forty mile wind, why not?

You're getting a little old Deacon,

that's not the sailor.

That Portugee will be at the

Pribilofs before we clear the Ocean.

Patient man, the Portugee

had a two day lead on it.

And you want him to keep it?

Santodee, hoist the jib.

Did he mean me? He's a man toller.

- I said, Santodee...

Come on let's go, heave it! Heave ho!

I tell you we lose a mast

before the hour is out.

Stop worrying. Here, let me take it.

- You're welcome to it.

He go! He go!

Yah, it's the Santa

Isabella lighten up.

Runnin' under short sail.

At least he's not trying

to drive her under.

Hey, look, look.

- Look look, I'll give it a look.

Hey, it's a nice wind, ha?

Hey, three four days

we get to Pribilof.

Hey, what say, you know what I think?

Pretty soon I gonna be a rich man.

I own two boats.

Maybe Boston Man, he

owns two boats, too.

The Boston Man, he's

still in San Francisco.

Hey, I bet he looking

for the banker yet.

Hey Jos, come and see.

Hey, how you like to be Captain

of the Pilgrim? I think I

gonna make you Captain.

Before you make me Captain,

you better take a look!

What?

Hey, that's the Boston Man.

He better sailor than I think.

He carry too much sail, he'll

break out all the sticks.

Maybe he buy shortcut.

Hey, jib and main!

Jib and main? What are you trying to

do? Break out your sticks, too?

I do need jib and main. Hey you,

who's the Captain around here?

You what you wait for, go forward.

Hey you, hey you below! Come

on up you lazy loafers!

Go along, put up some canvas.

You, what's the matter,

you not working for me?

Hey, can't you run?

Here you do that.

Hurry up!

He go! He go!

He's gotten under full

sail, he must be crazy.

Lay her off, fellows,

loose the topsail.

What's that the man said?

Did you hear him?

Capsize your watch

and torches you'll get.

Lively now, loose the topsail,

let's make her fly.

Here we come Portugee,

make way for the sailors.

Loose the topsail.

- Easy man, she'll never carry 'em.

Wanna follow that Portugee

all the way to the Pribilofs?

I'd rather do that than lose both

our masts. - There's more than that,

we'll lose the Pilgrim. Forth there,

hoist the jib topsail.

Man, they'll carry away.

- Let's make it fast.

Set topsail!

Here we come Portugee!

Ha, we'll make her fly!

Hey, that Boston Man he

played off his toptools.

That's absolutely crazy.

What you wanna do? Let Pilgrim

before and win, eh?

He's crazy!

Stand by, raise that topsails.

Topsails? You're crazy, too.

- Shut up, hey ya, raise that topsails.

Boston Man, Deacon, they thieves. They

want me to lose my Santa Isabella.

Please, some wind!

We'll get some wind.

- Good, look force that nobody deserts.

Hey Jos, use knife.

- Aye aye.

Hey ya, who you work for?

Boston Man or me?

You p*ssy player make me lose.

Hey Manuel, hey ya, give me

some more canvas.

You gotta be crazy.

But here we come, Portugee. For

better or worse, here we come.

Na, he's got his topsails up.

Carrying every inch of rag he can.

I told you he was crazy.

Here we come, Portugee.

Hey Boston Man, here's rope,

I give you tow to Pribilof.

How do you like that?

Offering us a ropes-in.

We'll wind it around his neck.

It is best you don't do this.

You'll make him mad.

That's good, he get mad,

he blow away his sticks.

Mind that Boston Man, he

comes like hurricane.

But why? Why you make him mad?

- No, he's not mad now,

he's just little bit angry. Very soon

I gonna make him real mad.

Haul her harder, sail it a yard.

- That's what I love, the best schooner

of all must be the Pilgrim.

- Here we come Portugee!

Come, come!

Better ease off, you put the

Pilgrim on the man's lap.

Might be an idea.

What's the matter, Pilgrim,

run away from you.

Away! Take the wheel.

Away! Makes me mad.

Make way, Portugee!

Here we come!

What you tryin' to do?

Tryin' to kill us?

You make him too mad.

- God, shut up!

Go away, go away!

Go away, stay back!

- You better look out!

They're gonna ram us.

Tom, go to the tow rack. Come on,

let's do this, we better pray.

Please, please, send the

Boston Man away.

Go away!

Go away!

What you tryin' to be funny?

- This is funny?

Go away you fool!

- You crazy Boston Man! Go away!

Look out Captain, they gonna

jump on board I say!

They try to ram my boat!

Breaks the mast here, I don't go.

I'm gonna give you a bath Portugee.

Hey Boston Man, that's not funny.

Looks like you made a fool

out of yourself Portugee.

See you at the Pribilofs!

Maybe I make fool of me, I don't let

Russian girl make fool of me.

Hey, one kiss of Portugee, that's why

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