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me from me poor late mother's womb.

I 'hope Your Honor gaveno such

trouble to his own mother.

Some respect, dog!

Away with them.

Look at it sing,

the tasty little titbit!

Caramba, I could make

you sing a song or two.

And you wouldn't need your guitarra,

believe me!

Are you not, as I have had the

pleasure of bein' told, the carpenter?

Master Carpenter.

And a fine trade it is, by the power!

Many's the time I've regretted...

not learnin' it myself. Still, too

late now, and there's an end on it.

I perceived your kindly features at

once, master carpenter, and was a...

wonderin' whather pr'aps you might wishto

devote a little of your precious...

- time to me timber leg.

- What's amiss with it?

Cutt off short in its prime...

I drift to starboard every step I take.

These are some precious family heirlooms

what I've always refused to...

be parted from, even in times

of direst adversity.

Like this one here. 'Twere given me

by me favorite aunt.

- And the other?

- Ah, that one!

Me father gave that to me poor

old mother, God rest her!

Thank you, gentlemen.

I think we have settled matters

insofar as we are able.

Go take some rest and leave me to

prepare for my own, which I warrant...

this time will be a lasting one...

Long live the King!

- Long live Spain!

- Long live the King!

Long live Spain!

- I have done all I could, Your Honor.

- I know, my good Juanito, I know.

Alas, there are times when all is

not enough. Farewell, Doctor.

My son, unburden your soul

to Almighty God.

Confess your sins and repent

of them is humility...

- that they may be forgiven you.

- Ah, my sins... How they haunt me!

We both know, my son, how Satan con

profit from a sailor's isolation...

inciting him to shameful

solitary practices.

- I am an old man, Padre...

- Very well, then. There remain greed...

anger, pride, mendacity, sloth...

Let us wrestle with them one by one.

For some time now, I have been plagued

by certain weighty questions which...

hardly pertain to mendacity or sloth.

- What manner of questions?

- Throughout my life I gave fought for...

my King, my country,

and Holy Mother Church.

- And God shall reward you for it.

- I have killed in their name.

- A soldier's duty.

- Aye, but 'tis a sorry duty to kill...

men, women and childrenfor the

sake of a nation's gold.

These are savages...

cannibals, some of them!

- They don't even know the value of gold.

- Value of gold! Kapatek-Anahuac!

Is it God? An eagle?

The sun or the moon?

The throne carries a curse if it is

removed from its rightful place.

The other night... I dreamed...

it was red with blood...

If we were wisewe would hurl it overboard...

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