Captain Horatio Hornblower R.N. Page #3

Let go the anchor!

Deck there!

Mr. Bush.

Rum-looking lot, eh, sir?

They're His Majesty's allies, Mr. Bush.

Allies, sir?

I thought that this part of the world

belonged to Spain.

Don Julian Alvarado,

a prince of this country...

...has been persuaded by England

to revolt against Spain.

Then our cargo of arms is for him.

If Don Julian

can conquer Central America...

...Spain will have to take ships

and soldiers from Napoleon...

...to preserve her colonies.

- Man the side, Mr. Bush.

- Aye, aye, sir.

Man the side!

Captain Hornblower?

I am Don Jose Hernandez,

admiral in the service of El Supremo.

El Supremo? That means the almighty.

El Supremo was formerly known to men

as Don Julian Alvarado.

And where is this Don Julian Alvarado?

El Supremo is in his fortress.

You will come with me now.

Mr. Bush...

...here are the keys to my dispatch box

containing the Admiralty's orders.

If I'm not back aboard by midnight...

...you assume command.

- Not back aboard, sir?

But you said they were on our side.

War breeds strange allies, Mr. Bush.

Captain Horatio Hornblower,

at your service.

King George of England charges me

with messages of his friendship.

I am not interested

in the words of a mere king.

Have you brought me the guns and powder

for my conquest of the Americas?

A thousand muskets,

a million rounds of ammunition...

...and cannon for your fort, senor.

- Human beings do not address me as senor!

Make arrangements with Admiral Hernandez

for landing your cargo.

I can hand over nothing

until my ship is reprovisioned.

I have given you an order!

Perhaps outside you saw various criminals

suffering punishment.

They, too, disobeyed me.

If I am not back aboard the Lydia

within one hour...

...she'll train her guns upon your fort

and reduce it to rubble.

- With you in it, captain?

- That is my order.

Such earthly matters are beneath me.

We are allies, are we not?

Make known your needs

to Admiral Hernandez.

Aside from water,

I shall need 200 bullocks...

...500 pigs, 100 quintals of salt...

...40 tons of flour, 10 tons of sugar,

five tons of tobacco, one ton of coffee...

...the juice of 40,000 limes...

...and are there any wines

to be had here? Spirits?

We drink a spirit distilled from molasses

which you probably do not know.

We call it rum. Would that do?

Well, if there's nothing better,

that will have to do.

- One hundred barrels.

- Start now.

When you have landed my weapons,

I intend to move on El Salvador and burn it.

- Perhaps you'll accompany me?

- No, my orders are to blockade Panama.

It is your loss.

A burning town is a magnificent sight.

You are in luck, captain.

This scum, who enters without knocking,

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