Anne of the Indies Page #2
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Annie, lass. What fair
wind blows you here?
The hope of a sight of you,
you old sea-eagle.
You find me among gulls and sparrows...
...these lubbers who think
themselves sea rovers.
You're like a northeaster after a calm.
Dougal, you Scottish swill bucket!
Snug down an anchor.
Snug down an anchor yourself.
But you're the right kind
of a girl for a Scotsman.
Who's that?
My new sea artist, Pierre Franois.
A privateers man turned honest.
Welcome to our honourable company.
Franois? Haven't we met before?
I've touched at many ports, sir, but...
...it's unlikely that I would forget
A chance resemblance, perhaps.
And I don't like flattery.
Well, Doctor, still drinking
the ship's varnish?
Way there, you bilge swine.
Way for a real hawk of the sea.
Well, lass, what have
been your fortunes?
Six English merchantmen
in the past month.
Six more hostages in hell
for my brother's soul.
You've scoured the sea like
a broom. I'm proud of you.
It was you who taught me my trade.
And in gratitude, I've brought you
a souvenir of my last purchase.
There was no need, lass.
A sight of you is enough.
It's a fine blade. Try it.
Balances well. Who'll try it with me?
Well, you swill tubs.
You see? Sparrows, all of them.
I'm here.
-You, lass?
Who says you can?
Try and see.
Done, Captain. Captain Rackham,
give me your sword.
Captain, you put me aboard
the 'Sheba Queen'...
...to look after the girl. Yes.
I do not trust the Frenchman.
Well, cut out his gizzard
throw him overboard.
She has taken him under her protection.
Heated of a woman'?
This woman, as you have made her, yes.
Are you ready?
-Ready, Captain.
Track him. I cannot do it myself,
for we sail in the morning.
Learn the yard where he was built,
his registry and his sailing orders.
I'll see to it.
Done!
Stuck! Stuck in the gizzard
by a slip of a girl.
Blackbeard, you could have
cut me down at your pleasure.
Annie, lass. Rum for all hands.
We'll celebrate Blackbeard's downfall.
Did you see, Dougal, Frenchie?
Where is he?
He must have left during the fight.
Annie, come, lass!
Not so fast, my hero.
Take your hands off me!
Temper, temper. But you'd best
polish up that smile of yours.
What do you want?
It's not me you have to reckon with.
The Captain wants you in her cabin.
Here he is, Captain.
Where've you been?
Well, I told you. I had
business in Nassau.
What business?
Mine.
A wench? Ls that why
you chose the dress?
No. The dress is still in my sea chest.
Then maybe you're a spy.
You're at liberty to think so.
Be careful, it might go off.
Not by accident.
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