The Princess and the Pirate Page #3

You'll dance to the devil's hornpipe

at the end of the main yard!

I'll slit his gizzard! I'll cut him to ribbons!

Open that door, you sniveling idiot!

Plague and perish your ugly bones!

Where did he go, that mangy hound?

I'll see the color of his liver!

Where is he? Tell me where is he?

You addle-brained old idiot,

what tongue do you speak?

It is the language of the gypsies. I learned it

from my grandmother, Gypsy Rose Lee.

Enough, old pig. Tell me where he went

or I'll slit your gullet.

If you mean my son, he was so fearful

of you. He dove through yon window.

Over yon.

- Through yon window?

- Over yon. To a watery grave like this.

- Of course, he was much thinner than I am.

- So you're his scurvy cow of a mother.

- I have a mind to carve you to ribbons.

- Well, I'm not really his mother.

- You know how gypsies are.

- No, but I can rip you open and find out.

Why, the blundering swabs,

they're blowing her up and me still aboard.

I'll have those devils

swinging from the yardarm for this.

Blowing up the ship. He better hurry.

He'll be blown to bits. What about me?

Wait.

Stop! Don't! Don't you recognize me?

I'm trying to tell you, I stole these clothes.

I'm your shipmate, Charley.

Why, of course, it's Charley.

Hi, what have we here? Who are you?

Me? I'm Charley's aunt.

The pretty Mary Ann will sail

the seas no more, Captain.

Blown to Davy Jones' Locker, she is.

Right well done, my lads. Broach another

cask of rum on the main deck.

This day's work will be heard of

far and wide.

- And the crew that did it shall not go thirsty.

- Aye, Captain.

But the jewel of which you spoke, Captain,

where is she?

Come, you shall see.

The Hook is looking at you. Maybe it's me.

Sylvester, you should be

ashamed of yourself in that disguise.

- Why don't you die like a man?

- Because I'd rather live like a woman.

Now I'm not so sure.

You see, Pedro, did I exaggerate?

Fetch her to my cabin.

Here come, me jewel.

No harm will come to you, fair lady.

You are the honored guest of The Hook.

Tell this filthy cutthroat

to take his hands off me!

- You hear, Pedro? Our fair jewel has spirit.

- Aye.

- Handle her gently, but be off with her.

- Wait a minute!

- I've got something to say about this.

- Yes, what have you got to say?

Goodbye, Margaret.

Who brought this old hag on board?

She wouldn't bring a farthing

in the slave market.

- Slit her gullet and throw her to the sharks.

- Aye!

Please, Captain, let me

have this wench for myself.

Everybody on board always gets something,

but I never get nothing.

What am I laughing at?

She ain't much to look at,

but she's good enough for old Featherhead.

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