Yellowbeard Page #7

Hello, Dan. Hello, lambchop.

Wonderful to see you.

Pity about your dad.

On the other hand, it is the way

what he said he always wanted to go.

Horribly.

Commander Clement, Royal Navy.

- I claim this treasure...

- He claims it?

...in the name of Her Majesty, Queen Anne.

Dan, darling,

I don't think I love you anymore.

You're right. You don't.

Goodbye, Triola.

There's at least two more chests down there.

You'll be a duke now, sir. Won't you, sir?

Duty, Mansell. That's my reward.

Duke, eh?

You've got a lovely bottom, blue eyes.

- I think I love you.

- What?

She said you've got a lovely bottom,

sir, and...

- Shut up, Mansell.

- Yes, sir.

- Right, Mansell, clap those people in irons.

- Sir.

You poor dear. You must have suffered.

- Tell me about it.

- It was simply awful.

Sir, I was just thinking...

Her Majesty can have no idea...

how much treasure we've got. Can she, sir?

No, she can't.

- Have one yourself.

- Thank you, sir.

Or even where we are.

I say, sir.

Mansell, are you thinking

what I think you're thinking?

I'll think whatever you say, sir.

Ever been to the Americas?

Us Yellowbeards are never more dangerous

than when we're dead.

Dan.

I think I love you.

Come on, lad, there's pirating to be done.

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