Against All Flags

chance of that, ma'am,

I'd like to have

mine shaved first.

You're a regular rooster,

aren't you?

And why not, ma'am?

You seem to be a

high-spirited chick yourself.

I hopes you're finding

the edge smooth, sir.

Smooth as silk,

surgeon.

Usually I uses this one

for throat-cutting,

but seeing this is

a special occasion...

Well, sink me.

You mean to say that

you're the executioner,

as well as the barber,

as well as the surgeon?

Bless me, sir, if it

weren't for the hangings

and the throat-cutting,

I'd starve to death.

Hangings is for crimes

committed aboard ship.

Throat-cuttings is for

the molesting of females

or the hiding of loot.

Course, I don't make

nothing on the spies, sir.

They goes

to the tide stakes.

What a pity.

What are these

tide stakes?

Just some poles they've stuck

in shoal water on the reef, sir.

Gives the crabs

a chance to get at them

afore the water

comes in to drown them.

Crabs are as big

as coconuts here.

I've seen blokes' bones

a- stripped to the hips

afore the water had a chance

to reach their heads.

Archimedes,

hand me that towel.

You seem to lead

a very interesting life.

Oh, yes, sir.

It's barbering

I hankers for, though.

Gets in a man's blood,

it does, sir.

That's why I'm thankful to Spitfire

Stevens for sending me to you.

Spitfire, huh?

There must be

a reason for that name.

You'll find out, sir, if you

ever tries to lay a hand on her.

Not much chance of it.

Might be worth it, barber,

it might be worth it.

That's better.

Thank you,

Master Cruikshank.

Your servant,

Mistress Stevens.

Come along, Archimedes,

and don't forget to tip

your hat to the lady.

How can I tip me hat

with my blooming hands full?

Come on, me lad.

Come on, come along.

I'm much beholden to you,

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