Buccaneer's Girl Page #2

practical solution than that.

I knew you'd think of something.

We'll maroon you on a sand spit.

Oh.

I'm sure you can think of

something better than that.

Why, no. It's a perfect

way to handle the situation.

We'll pick a sand spit on the

sea lanes to South America.

If you're picked up, you'll get to Rio.

And if not, you'll be on a clean

white beach protected by palm trees.

You'll soon grow to love it.

Finished, captain.

We stripped her clean.

Cargo aboard and stowed.

Not a bad haul for a ship her size.

Oh. These must be worth a fortune.

I thought I ordered you set adrift.

Oh, you did, but somehow

the orders got mixed up.

You'd better find a

cabin for our passenger.

A cabin? Anything will do.

She'll only be with us until

we sight a suitable sand spit.

But I thought... Good night, Debbie.

Sleep as well as you can.

Away with you.

Another four days and that girl will

have them wearing lace on their drawers.

Yeah, that's a fair shame, sir.

It's always been me pride

we had the roughest and dirtiest

crew in the Mexican gulf.

I can't stand to look at it anymore.

Good afternoon. Good afternoon.

Where did you get that dress?

Oh, this?

It's just a little old thing

Jared rummaged for me in a chest.

Jared, eh?

So he rummaged it for

you in a chest, did he?

Well, take it off.

Oh, were you taking it to someone?

How awful of Jared not to tell me.

But, after all, she

won't know, will she?

I will.

But you'll forget.

You'll forget about me and the dress,

these last few days, everything.

At least I'll try.

While I sit on my

sand spit and remember.

I told you to take that dress off.

All right. You needn't shout.

Not here.

Now look what you've done to the hem.

Afternoon, Miss Debbie.

Good afternoon, Bertram.

He's been telling me about his sister.

I remind him of her.

He never had a sister.

Oh, the poor fellow.

He's had such a sad life.

He's had the kind of life he wants.

So have I. Up to now.

Jared!

Now, you mustn't be angry with Jared.

Miss McCoy, you've teased and

wheedled everybody aboard this ship.

You've shot all discipline to shreds

and now you tell me how to treat my crew.

It's time I put a stop to it.

You'd be wanting to see me, sir?

Cram on full sail. I mean to be in

and out of New Orleans before dawn.

Aye, aye, sir.

Oh, I hate to think of

your running such a risk

just to take me where I want to go.

You're not going ashore. I am.

And the moment I get back

we head for the Tortugas,

where you'll stay and

no doubt do very well.

Now, go to your cabin and stay there.

And take off that dress!

Keep her steady.

More gray hairs for Narbonne.

It's a pity you won't be there

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