China Seas Page #3

- Board of Trade lifted your ticket. I didn't.

- Give me a chance. Please.

You got a uniform?

Nothing clean, sir.

I'll have the steward

give you one of mine.

- Yes, sir.

- Report to Mr. Dawson.

I'll have the uniform laundered

and returned.

No, that's all right, keep it.

You'll probably need it.

Thank you, sir.

Well, if it ain't old rough-on-rats himself.

How are you, Jamesy?

Dolly, you're looking just as pretty as ever.

Bidding the big boy goodbye?

- Goodbye nothing. I'm making this voyage.

- No, you're not.

Why, I'm just as happy as if I'd won

the Calcutta sweepstakes.

You ought to have the shekels piled up

to the roof by now.

I haven't done so bad, you know.

Dolly, I'm still willing

to share it all with you.

Say, there ain't enough dough in all

Asia to make me change...

...the way I feel about one guy.

Still crazy about that Gaskell, huh?

Whenever you get tired

of running around with an Airedale...

...and you want to run around with

a Saint Bernard, why, you let me know.

Sure. When I get lost in the Alps,

I'll whistle for you.

All right, I'll come running.

Goodbye, Dolly.

See you later.

You be easy with them there pigs.

Well, Kingston, you're a wonder.

How you've been able to sail

with sour-belly Gaskell...

...as long as you have, I don't know.

- Jamesy.

- Well, Captain Gaskell.

I was just telling Kingston

how happy I was to be sailing with you.

Hey, stow that on the port side!

You still carry that cargo

of soft soap, eh, Jamesy?

I mean it.

You don't know what a safe feeling it is...

...to be sailing with a captain

that's never been raided by the pirates.

There's not much profit for pirates

in this zoo of yours.

Who are you swindling

with this scrubby lot?

That's the finest lot of animals

I've ever shipped.

Well, they're not as noisy as that last batch

of sopranos you had.

Just between you and me,

what do you give them to keep them quiet?

I give them one of these little pills.

They sleep and dream

all the way across, never lose a pound.

I don't suppose you thought of

giving them gravel to add a pound?

Why, captain, that would be dishonest.

They got big feet for

singsong girls, haven't they?

They don't bandage their feet nowadays.

These are enlightened days.

Those feet are big

even for enlightened days.

- Captain Gaskell...

- Mr. Rockwell, what does a woman do...

...when you throw something at her?

She dodges it. A man catches it.

Here, catch!

Sergeant of the Guard!

Charge them with attempted piracy.

Ask the police to wireless me

anything they sweat out of them.

Go ashore. Tell Moray

to bail them out before they start to talk.

Tell Ngah I'll go through with the job

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