Anne of the Indies Page #4

go for the treasure on my own.

Equal partners, you will swear to it?

For me and me crew, yes.

By the beard of Captain Teach.

Amen.

Go on.

A man in Porto Bello...

...told me of a Portuguese in Nassau...

...trusted by Henry Morgan.

I was in my way to see him when

I was taken by the English.

And he had the other half?

No, but he told me who has it.

Well who, Pierre? Who?

A certain Carib named...

...Pedro Mendoza,

living in Port Royal...

...in Jamaica.

Port Royal.

The lion's den.

Headquarters of England's

Caribbean Squadron.

Could he be lying?

I'd swear it's authentic.

The parchment's old enough...

...and it's difficult to

counterfeit this faded ink.

And the treasure a king's ransom.

No wonder he wasn't anxious to share it.

Care for him, Doctor.

Bring him back to health.

Do we sail for Port Royal?

After we've careened.

I've run the 'Sheba Queen' under

the muzzles of the English guns...

...she'll need a clean hull.

Captain.

-Well?

You have the map. You know all he knows.

Why don't you cut his throat?

I gave him my word.

While the ship is lying

helpless, if any come by sea...

...our cannon here command

the passage through the reef.

That's a nice trick to know.

Blackbeard taught me.

There's little chance

we'll be surprised.

Only he and I know of this cove.

Seems Blackbeard taught you everything.

How long have you know him?

Since I was still unable

to wipe my own nose.

He was father, mother,

school master to us...

...my brother and I.

The brother that the English...

I had no other...

...or sister. He was

my half brother, really.

Of Spanish blood on both sides.

And you?

My father was an Englishman,

so they say.

Named Providence?

His name never passed my mother's lips.

She died when I was young.

I was called Anne Providence...

...because I was born in

New Providence Isle...

...nigh to Nassau Town.

I have no other name.

Yet you've made a name for yourself,

feared throughout the Indies.

Some day it will make them

shake in London itself.

It already has.

-What?

What do you know of it?

Talk. Talk I heard in Port Royal...

...Charlestown, New York.

You've seen much of the world.

What there is of it.

Where were you born?

In Paris.

I have often thought of it. Paris.

They say the houses are like the sea.

Wherever you look, nothing but houses.

Not as clean as the sea, tough.

But beautiful.

Any Parisian will tell you so.

Then tell me. Better, take me there.

Now?

When we've lifted the treasure.

We'll go together as partners.

But they'd laugh at me,

the grand people.

Not at Captain Providence.

A fish on land.

Who did you choose the dress for?

No one.

-No one?

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