Reap the Wild Wind Page #6

of those sweet ballads of Key West.

ALL:
Charming.

Steve and I would love to hear one of

those soft moonlight-on-the-sea songs.

Perhaps a breath of Key

West would be refreshing...

to all of us.

[Loxi playing piano]

[Singing] Oh, the Nellie B's your packet

When you're far away from home

And it breaks your back to tack

it O'er the briny, shiny foam

But heave ho, haui

away Just the same as me

For you're just another packet rat

Aboard the Nellie B

Bread and water for your suppers

when you board the Nellie B

And your biood runs from her

scuppers in the briny shiny sea

But heave ho, haui

away Just the same as me

For you're just another packet rat

Aboard the Nellie B

Oh, her mate he'll talk so civil

But he'll rob ya in your sieep

There's no uglier a devil

in the briny, shiny deep

But heave ho, haui away

- Is that Elizabeth's idea of

a sweet ballad? - Mighty salty.

You're just another packet

rat Aboard the Nellie B

Do you sing, too?

LOXI:
[Singing] For

that galley growling crew

For the bos'n is a dirty son of a

Shiny, briny biue!

So heave ho, haui away

Just the same as me

For you're just another packet rat

Aboard the Nellie B

Oh, the

Loxi, please.

LADY:
Come, Barbara.

She has a lovely voice, but...

- But, Auntie, there's still 20 more

verses. - Oh, my goodness.

I'd love to hear them all.

- How could you know such a song?

- I learned it from a pirate friend.

- With rings in his ears?

- In his nose.

I'm afraid Loxi is a

little, un peu exaite!

I find her exaltation most charming.

May I hear the rest of the song soon?

I hope so.

[Henrietta laughs embarrassedly]

[Grunting disapprovingly]

It's just hopeless.

Making a lady out of

you is just hopeless.

Drusilla, I can do it. I can

do everything I came here to do.

Cousin Loxi, you're

playing with gunpowder.

I don't need Commodore

Devereaux. I don't need anybody.

Because I can wrap that Steve

Tolliver around my little finger.

And I'm going to do it.

MAN:
[Singing] Oh,

who's gonna row my honey

Who's going to row my honey

Yes, who's going to row

my honey

When I'm

gone away

And who's going to be

your true iove

Who's going to be

That's the third time they've

been together this week.

What if...

MAN:
[Singing] Yes, who's going to be

your true iove

When I'm

gone away

When I'm

gone away

- And then what happened?

- There she'd gone telling everyone...

the bonnet had just come off the

packet from France, when they...

- Pull up, Caesar!

- What are you stopping for, Ivy?

[Birds chirping]

I declare! They're together

again. That's the 13th time.

[Girl murmurs]

IVY:
Go on, Caesar. CAESAR:

Yes, Miss Ivy. Giddap.

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