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- We got hurt men aboard.

- We'll move them later.

- You'll move them now!

- My brother said later!

We're going to save this

cargo for you, boys...

whether you like it or not.

MAN:
Forward!

- Have any trouble with the skipper?

- He never knew what hit him.

- I'm expecting a fat bit for this, Mr.

Cutler. - You'll be taken care of, Widgeon.

Here. Sign this.

Pull her close! Hang on, Loxi.

Ahoy, Cutier!

We demand salvage shares in this vessel.

I'm taking charge of the

cargo. You take the crew.

Ain't no pay for that,

you benighted blowfish!

- Take them anyway. He'd let them drown!

- All right!

Jump into the mizzen and

rig the crow jack yard.

MAN:
Aye, Dan. KING: Make it lively!

[Monkey chattering]

Get off me, you filthy...

[Monkey shrieking]

Quick! Give me an oar.

The poor little fellow.

Grab it! There's a squid out there!

Poor fellow.

Here, take him. Set me aboard that hulk.

Now, Loxi!

Has the water got to that cargo?

Who pitched that little

monkey into the sea?

Get off this deck, or there'll

be two of you in the sea.

You weaselling crimp! I'll

coil your rope for you!

Over the side, you men!

CREWMAN:
What'll we do? Walk?

KING:
The Ciaiborne's waiting.

- Who's that?

- The skipper.

You better get him off before

we start swinging cargo.

KING:
Get your men off this ship!

Larboard to helm! Larboard your...

Don't fret your head till

it's in one piece again.

Widgeon! Where's that...

Take it easy. The salvage

boats are standing by.

[Men yelling]

Lie still. They're

taking off the crew now.

- Who are you? What're you doing here?

- I'll be here just as long as you need me.

I hope that'll be a long time.

Bringing the man in

here, that's charity.

But bringing the ape, that's obnoxious.

JACK:
Fifty percent? Why, that's piracy.

KING:
It's legal. Your mate signed it.

The Jubilee was 15 months at sea.

You salvaged her cargo in

a few hours and want 50%.

And get it. If your owners

break you, come to me.

I'll show you how to own

your own ship in a year.

Yes, and hang him, too.

I brung your duffel.

Where would your cargos be if

it weren't for me and my ships?

- Maybe still afloat.

- What do you mean, you little cultch?

PHIL:
I'll bust you in... LOXI: No.

The door's over there, Mr. Cutler.

And it's open.

- You're not a good loser, Miss Loxi.

- Not to you, Mr. Cutler.

Here, drink this.

If your owners do break you,

Capt. Stuart, look me up.

Smoking in the house.

Now go on, drink it.

I sworn to man, that feller

would sink his own grandmother...

to salvage the gold in her teeth.

You're not saying he pushed that

reef in front of my ship, are you?

No. I'm saying he's a bad Yankee.

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