Rogue Male Page #3

Vaner? Is that the mate?

Right. Not easy, right? But fair.

Have to give it that.

I mean he can be a right swine, if you

know what I mean, sir, but fair with it.

- Are you looking for a ship, sir?

- Yes, I am, rather.

Don't bother to go by the Welsh

Maid; that's my advice.

- Oh, how long's the time?

- Oh, good heavens!

- Time's up!

- You gave him too long, sir!

I've done it!

Look, look. It's my fault.

So let me pay for both sides.

Another round up here!

Sing!

See you later, guys!

Ok, buddy!

- Mr Vaner's on board?

- I think he is, sir, yes.

- Who I say is looking for him?

- Just tell him I'd like a word, would you?

If possible...

- So you're old Vaner.

- I'm Vaner.

I am Robert Hunter. How'd you do?

The cook seems to think we know each other.

- I heard your sailors tonight.

- And?

I had a bit of trouble with our friends the

sausage eaters. I need a passage out badly.

Can't be done. No accomodation.

Try a liner.

What if I could but I can't?

The old man's a stickler, I'm afraid.

When he comes back I know what he'll say.

You don't look like a stickler, Mr. Vaner.

Show me where I can hide and, on my word,

no one will see me before, during

or after we make it to England.

I hate to dramatize, but

its literally life or death.

- They've knocked you about.

- Yes, they did rather.

They knock everybody about.

Women included...

Yes, women included.

Better things to be done with

women than knock them about...

I think you're probably right.

Tell you what we got: Spilled water

tank empty. It'll fancy for a few days.

Few days...

- Where do we dock?

- Right up river. Wandsworth.

Wandsworth, do really? I think

I never been to Wandsworth.

There is a first time, isn't it?

I'll show you your "quarters".

It's a bit of luck, sir. Just your size.

That's the screw you don. So here's

some rations and the best of luck.

We'll disconnect the overflow pipe.

It'll give a bit of ventilation, ok?

It's an opening into the captain's

cabin, actually, so you can hear him

singing Rock of Ages in the tub,

and I hope you survive that.

See you in Wandsworth.

- What is this, Mr Vaner?

- Evening, sir. They want to search the ship.

Did they see the ensign we fly,

Mr Vaner? This is a British ship!

They're looking for a criminal.

No one searches this ship

without my saying so!

- Any stranger's on, Mr. Vaner?

- No, sir.

If my officer says there's

no one, there's no one.

I'm not gonna miss that tide.

I liked you to see a patch of gray sky, sir.

You're back where you belong.

Thank you, Mr Vaner.

The old man is getting his Sunday vest suited

so he must not be here. Not too bored?

No. I recited heroic poems to see if I could.

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