The Crimson Pirate Page #2

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- Apparently not, Governor.

- What a pity.

Our troops could've cut them down

like wheat.

Couldn't we shoot a few

on general principles?

Might impress the Baron.

He might feel

you are merely provoking trouble.

Most exasperating.

Fire the salute to Baron Gruda.

Attention!

Give the word and I'll dose

those backstabbers with a broadside.

They're not firing at us,

you powder-brained ape.

They're giving us a 15-gun salute.

We're flying the flag of Gruda.

Slimey, bring out the flags

and run up that message I gave you.

And, Slimey,

give the Governor my compliments.

The Crimson Pirate's?

No, you oyster-head, Baron Gruda's.

Mr. Bellows, keep the rest of these

half-masted monkeys below deck.

Aye, aye, Skipper.

Keep a sharp lookout, lads.

I'll be back with El Libre tonight.

Let's go, Ojo.

There goes a good pirate,

to sell his wares like a fish peddler.

Meaning no disrespect to the Skipper,

of course.

Us with a price on our heads...

holed, too, in one of His Majesty's ports

like sitting ducks.

But if the Skipper pulls us through again,

we'd be the ducks with the golden eggs.

You're thinking of geese,

if you'll pardon the correction, Poison Paul.

Geese on a wild-goose chase.

What do they say, Joseph?

They've got the plague onboard,

and they're quarantining themselves...

until the victims are killed or cured.

We must signal my profound condolences

to Baron Gruda.

- Very well, Governor.

- Maybe it's all for the best, Joseph.

El Libre's followers

may yet show their hands...

and give me a chance to impress

the Baron. Order my carriage.

Disperse the crowd. Change the guard,

and double your patrols in the street.

Come on, my popsy-wopsy-wopsies.

Plague, is it? May it take all of them.

Baron Gruda first.

Aye, and if the plague don't, we will.

- Who are you?

- Simple fisher folk like yourselves.

Put in for a tankard of ale, a friendly word,

and a chance to fight the King.

Why choose us?

You look and talk like a fighter.

It takes one to know one.

You may have us marked, all right.

Maybe not.

But we haven't marked you yet.

- We're asking no questions.

- We are.

What I've heard about El Libre

is good enough for me.

Tell us how to contact him.

A man like him would be pleased to have

two more strong-armed lads aboard.

Not very trusting souls, are they?

I guess we'll have to prove

our high regard for El Libre.

Ojo, you took the words

right out of my mouth.

A brawl with the King's men. Let's go.

Left, right. Left. Mark time!

Right turn.

Halt!

Quick march! Forward! Halt! Turn!

Right wheel!

March!

Halt!

Present arms!

Long live the republic!

Rebels! Get them!

Long live El Libre!

After them!

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