Son of Fury Page #5

- Be quiet, for the love of mercy.

I've got a gentleman here.

Does he want

the whole street to hear?

Gentleman?

We're looking for a rogue.

Well, look somewhere else.

You're frightening

my gentleman.

All right, doxie.

This is all I have.

- I don't want it.

- Take it. I have work for you.

What can I do, sir?

Can you learn the exact whereabouts

of the brig Tropic Star...

and the true hour

she'll sail?

There are sailors who will

tell me more than that.

- Do you know the gunsmithery

near St. James's Gate?

- Aye.

There's an old man works there,

by name Amos Kidder.

He wears silver-rimmed

spectacles...

and he's likely to have stubble

on his chin and kind eyes.

You best watch out

for the king's men who'll be about.

Tell the old man that I love him,

that I'll see him when I come back from the Indies.

Aye.

I'll go now.

I'll lock the door.

Stay quiet

till I come back.

Shh.

It's nearly time, and you've

a clear road to the dock.

Did you see my grandfather?

They've taken him to jail.

- Then I stay in England.

- No. No, you mustn't. He said so.

- You saw him in the jail?

- They know me there.

He said

l I have it by memory

"Tell Ben he can serve me best

by going to the Indies...

"and coming back

with his fortune.

"Gold will unlock

every door.

"He can't get me out

if he stays...

and they'll hang him sure

for what he did."

That's what he said.

- Where's the Tropic Star?

- Off the old sugar docks...

barely a stone's throw

from here.

And the tide's

within the hour.

What's your real name,

Your Honor?

Don't call me that.

My name is Ben.

Nothing more.

What's yours?

Isabel.

- Why do you look so?

- Nothing.

I know it's too fine a name

for a girl like me...

but my mother gave it to me

meaning no harm.

No name could be

too fine for you.

Oh, do you mean that, sir?

You think it means nothing to me

that you likely saved my life?

- And no reason?

- Oh, yes. I had a reason.

- What?

- You won't laugh at me?

I could never

laugh at you, Isabel.

Because you're a gentleman

the first that ever

came to my door.

Maggie Martin, now,

at the corner

she knew a clerk

of the king's court once...

and she's talked of it

ever since.

She's got a silver ring

and a carpet...

and a drinking mug

with roses painted on it...

fit for a queen.

But she never

knew a gentleman.

Oh, it's time

you were going now, sir.

Please, sir, could I walk with you

to the corner maybe?

I'd like Maggie Martin

to see us together.

Then she'd know

you'd been here.

Who were he?

The Duke of Roehampton.

Stowaway, sir.

Just found him in the hold.

- Can you use an extra hand, Mr. Grimes?

- Aye. That I can, sir.

- Have you ever been to sea?

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