Pirates

Captain Red! Capt...

The hook, the hook!

- Was that you?

- What?

I thought I heard...

It sounded like... a pig.

Must be the heat.

Now, now, Froggy? Be reasonable.

Come on down, you little baboon.

- You want to eat me. Damn it.

- It's a law of nature...

by thunder!

The strong always eat the weak.

Come on down lad...

make an effort.

- Cannibal!

- Come on, piggy-wiggy.

I'm not piggy, I'm the Frog.

Cannibalism is a mortal sin.

It will bring you bad luck!

You shall writhe in hellfire.

What about confession? What do

you think confession's for?

Sail ho! Sail ho to windward!

Devil take you, Frog,

have I not told you to trust me?

- Am I not proved right again.

- Aye, aye, Cap'n.

Well you're not to forget it,

you little rascal.

Never lose faith in divine

providence... never!

Watch out, lad! The shark, a shark.

'Twas good sport, though,

by thunder, 'twas indeed.

You can have me balls for breakfast

if 'twasn't, what do you say?

Whatever you say, Cap'n.

Then we're both agreed.

Ah-hoy! A-hoy there!

Dang me buttons!

There's a thin slice o' luck!

See her colors?

Spaniard!

Quick, quick... The documents,

for heaven's sake!

Me gold!

- Miserable wretch!

- God will be your ruin, Cap'n.

- It will cost us our heads.

- Easier to live without a head than...

without gold, you numskull.

I fight for hatred or the Spaniard...

I fight for glory, not gold!

A man fights for what he lacks the most.

Shiver me soul!

- What, Cap'n Red?

- "What, Cap'n Red?

What, Cap'n Red?" Can't you see those

whore-sons ain't a-changin' course?

She'll run straight past us, all sail

set and the wind up her tail.

Aye, Cap'n... she's holding course.

Per-perhaps...

'tis a ghost ship?

Ghost or no ghost, we need

a- rescuing', by thunder.

- Ahoy!

- Ahoy there!

Ahoy on deck!

- Here, Frog! I'm stuck!

- Drop the chest, Cap'n!

- Drop the chest!

- Never!

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Quick, quick... Pull.

Pull, damn it...

Help! Help! Here...

Me treasure! Murder!

Five-and-twenty years of

unstintin' toil! All me savings!

Down to the brig with them!

Come over here, and open your lug-holes.

If they should question us remember

this:
henceforth, I'm Benjamin Parr...

- of London, understand?

- I understand, Cap'n.

Cotton shipper for Matthew Spencer

and Company, right?

Attacked at night by pirates.

On board the... "The Morning Star".

Sunk with all hands. We're the

sole survivors. Repeat.

Benjamin Parr of London,

cotton shipper of...

Tobacco or vanilla would be better.

- And who might you be, sir?

- Joseph Seraphin Amadeus Boomako.

- Boomako?

- Boomako, ship's cook.

- What the devil are you doin' down here?

- I'm in irons, Captain.

- And why's that, pray?

- Spaniards loco...

they say Boomako poison great

Captain Linares to steal throne.

- Throne? What throne?

- Throne of Kapatek-Anahuac.

Kapatek-Anahuac?

- Here?

- Who?

- The throne.

- Ah, here.

- You've seen it?

- Ah, by little hole.

- Where, for God's sake?

- Here. Put your eye here and you see...

If I may make so bold, they'd look very

well hanging from the yardarm.

Yet you have just informed me that

they were victims of a shipwreck.

A pair of dogs, Your Honor!

An Englishman and a Frenchman!

Lieutenant, I would remind you once

and for all, that the war is over.

- On paper, perhaps.

- When a treaty bears...

the sign manual of

His Most Catholic Majesty...

personal sentiments must take second

place to national obligations.

- You Honor's vinegar purge.

- Another! 'Tis the fourth today.

I assure you, doctor, I have naught

left inside me to be purged of.

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