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The Neptune might sit on it

without fear or remorse...

but we poor mortals... And my ship?

What will become of my men?

Why was I born a Spaniard

and not an Aztec? Why, Padre...

are there never answers to

the questions that truly matter?

Why?

Man that is born of woman hath but a

short time to live and is full of misery.

He cometh up and is cut down like a

flower. We beseech Thee, o Lord...

to receive into the depths of this

ocean, upon which he sailed as...

a brave captain and a valiant

soldier, thy faithful servant...

Don Jos Maria Alonso Ordonez

de Linares y Escobar...

Knight of the Order

of the Holy Cross.

What a creature! Proud as a peacock

and twice as 'andsome.

Ah oui, and those eyes...

they burn like coals of fire. And that skin...

smooth as peach, pardieu!

The Lieutenant, you dunderhead.

Guards, prepare to fire.

Fire!

Come and see this.

Come here and look at this.

Look, look at this.

We'll all die of the plague!

Get back in line, you dogs...

in line, I say!

Yeah.

Hold, hold! I'm not the cook,

I'm his replacement!

I know nothing of this.

I drink to the new Master After God

of His Majesty's good ship "Neptune".

Gentlemen, Don Alfonso Felipe

Salamanca de la Torre.

Don Alfonso!

- Your Honor, mutiny a board.

- A what?

The men found a rat in the soup.

The wrecked is tearing 'em up.

Commander, turn up the guard.

We must fight for the betterment

of our conditions. We must claim...

- our rights.

- All your rights... no exceptions.

- We can beat them, if we stand together.

- Right.

- Unity is strength!

- Right.

- And the soldiers, what about them?

- They are our brothers...

- We will talk to them.

- They are sons of the people, like us.

Right.

The officers have bled us dry. Jesus said...

"'Tis easier for a camel to pass

through the eye of a needle...

than for an officer toenter the

kingdom of heaven. "

The armory, lad... to the armory!

Must be somewhere close by here.

Ah, Corporal, we've come to mend a leak.

- Leak?

- Bosun's ordered is to help...

the carpenter. His mates

is down with the squitters.

Must find this leak... 'Tis said to

be close by the armory.

Ah there.

Vive la France!

The keys... see if he's got the keys!

- No keys, Cap'n.

- Out o' the gunport with 'im!

Holy Poker, that would've been

too good to be true!

Here, Froggie, give us a hand.

I'm stuck.

Move a muscle and

I'll blow your brains out.

Cut this quick! Look alive!

These too!

Ship's company! Your Captain will address you.

Now then, what seems to be amiss?

Come now, speak your minds!

There's naught to be afraid of...

this is no galley ship.

Go on, go on, tell him...

Well?

Go on, tell him what happened.

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