Son of Fury Page #4
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Never be taken unawares.
Call yourself a Blake,
will you?
Pose as a gentleman,
will you?
Open the door.! Open the door.!
Open the door.!
Open the door.!
Open the door.!
Open the door.!
Stop!
For mercy's sake, stop!
Why are you
doing this for me?
Ben, I have no right
to tell you this.
After all,
he is my husband.
But I am sure, as sure as we hope for salvation,
that he's robbed you...
that Breetholm
is rightfully yours.
I have no proof, Ben,
except what is in my heart...
and what I remember
of your father.
and someday you'll find it.
And when you do, I want you
to know that I will help you.
Why?
Because, had my prayers
been answered...
you would have been my son.
Here's the clothes you wrote for.
And a fine bargain I made.
- Have you news of a ship?
- There's one out of Bristol tomorrow...
- for Portagee Brazil and Spice Islands.
- A merchantman?
Aye. A brig of nigh 200 ton.
Her name the Tropic Star.
But you'll be
weak to try it, Ben.
How weak
do you think I am?
He walks feeble,
but he don't stand feeble.
Look.
I let him think
I wasn't as well as I am.
Remember what
your grandpa said.
You was only to run for last ship when flesh
- You speak for my grandfather, Pale Tom?
- Aye.
- Will you listen for him too?
- Aye.
Flesh and blood
can stand no more.
- What is it, Ben?
- My business is with him.
What business, Ben?
I must know. Is it killing?
- Not unless he tries it first.
- Oh, Ben, I beg of you.
If you so much as touch him,
he can have you hanged.
- I know that.
- Is it worth throwing your whole life away?
Till this matter is settled,
my life means very little.
He keeps a pistol
in the table drawer by his bed.
Is this what
you're looking for?
If you put that away,
I'll fight you fair.
them when I couldn't hit back.
I've been very patient
with you, Ben...
but I'm afraid
it's hopeless.
I've done everything in my power to help you
find yourself. Apparently I've failed.
You've broken in here and threatened me,
your master, with assault.
It's jail for you,
my lad.
A few years in Bristol Newgate
should teach you your place.
Come in.
Well, come in, you fool!
The window, you fool.!
Light the candles.!
Open!
Open!
Has thy grandson been here?
Put out the candle.
Sit over there.
He's coming.
Are they after you?
Follow me. Listen.
Mind the tap, will you?
You'll be safe here, sir.
But you'll go to jail
if they find me with you.
I was born in jail.
Open, in the king's name.!
Oh, go away, will you?
- Open the door.!
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