Yankee Buccaneer Page #8

Therefore, l suggest we act

out the end of this drama.

Run out

the plank.

Aye,

aye, sir.

Run out the plank.

Aye, aye, sir.

But surely you can't

be serious about this.

l'm too deeply involved

to stop short now.

Blindfold,

Mr. Beckett.

This'll keep you

from seeing the sharks.

Bosun, pipe the plank.

All right, walk

him down.

Captain Porter?

Yes?

l submit.

Mr. Redell.

Aye, aye, sir.

Untie him.

Well?

This map,

it tells of the pirates'

rendezvous with the Brazilians.

Thank you for

your cooperation.

Now, l demand to be put

ashore as quickly as possible.

So you will be.

The moment we reach our

fleet base in Charleston,

l'll escort you ashore

personally. Mr. Redell.

This way,

Your Highness.

l'll have you broken

from the service, l will.

These documents are to be handed over

to the proper authorities in Charleston.

lt appears, Countess, that your fleet

will have a safe crossing, after all.

For a while, l was

afraid he wouldn't talk.

For a while, Mr. Farragut,

l was more afraid than you.

Oh, Captain Porter?

Yes, Mr. Farragut?

l just wanted to

say thank you, sir.

Weigh anchor!

Hands, make sail!

Braces and sheets!

Take her as she fills.

Set course north by

northwest for Charleston.

A fine cruise, sir.

'Tis a shame for Lieutenant

Farragut it might end so badly.

After what

l've done,

l've a feeling the

court-martial will be mine.

Davey-boy's

grown up.

Yes, Mr. Link.

l daresay this cruise on

the Essex has made us a man.

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