Carry on Jack Page #3

Yes, that's exactly...

- Mr Angel!

- Sir!

Get those women ashore!

Come on. Hurry up.

You! Bring that cow aboard!

Let fly the clew garnets.

Out on the yards, you dockside scum,

or I'll take a rope's end to you!

Watch your course, damn your eyes!

You're all over the cursed sea!

Belay those ropes,

you fatherless knot-heads!

- Mr Angel!

- Come on, get a move on!

Mr... Angel!

Aye aye, Mr Howett! Move it!

- Where's the Captain?

- Still in his cabin, sir.

- Still in his cabin?

- No-one's seen him on deck.

I'll find him.

Mr Angel, break out

the new members of the crew.

Aye aye, sir.

Sir? Captain Fearless?

Captain Fearless, sir!

Who is it?

It's me - Lieutenant Howett, sir.

- The ship's under way, sir.

- I was aware of that, Mr Howett.

Been getting a bit of fresh air, sir?

What?

Oh, no, I was just... shooting the sun.

- Can I offer you a glass of milk?

- No, thank you, sir.

It's a bit early in the morning for me.

There's nothing like it

for building you up, you know.

Rather a brainwave of mine,

getting that cow aboard.

With any luck, the crew should be able

to have a tot every day.

Better for them than rum.

- That should keep them happy.

- I imagine they'll be speechless, sir.

A happy ship, Mr Howett.

That's the important thing. A happy ship.

Speaking of happy ships,

we got a couple

of new crew members last night.

Ah. Willing volunteers, I trust?

Oh, naturally, sir.

Keen and full of enthusiasm, eh?

They were carried away,

you might say, sir.

Splendid. I'll have a word with them later.

Where are they now?

I imagine they're still sleeping, sir.

We didn't like to disturb them too early

on their first morning.

Mr Angel has just gone down

to wake them now.

Avast there!

Get out of it, you mangy dogs!

Get moving!

What's going on?

How dare you treat us like this?

Shut up and get up on deck!

What deck? What are you talking about?

We've been press-ganged!

Volunteers, that's what you are.

Volunteers? You don't seem to realise

who you're talking to.

You've made a grave mistake.

Just wait till the Captain hears...

Arrgh! Get going!

Get going!

- Whose little doxy are you?

- What are you doing tonight, dearie?

- I demand to see the Captain!

- Who's asking to see the Captain?

There's been a terrible mistake.

And there'll be a few more if you

don't get that dress off pretty quick!

Pipe down and get on with your work,

you dogs!

That's the way to talk to them, mister.

You insolent upstarts.

- Well done, mister.

- Thank you.

If you don't mind, I'm running things here.

And you're running them pretty well,

if I may say so, sir.

I'll see that no blame attaches to you

when I report this misunderstanding.

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