The Adventures of Bullwhip Griffin Page #4

- I have tried to explain, sir.

You took advantage

of my good disposition.

Well, you'll work your passage

in the bunkers

and you'll rue the day you ever

heard the name of Captain Swain!

I am making a formal request, captain,

that you set us both ashore

at your first port of call.

[Laughs] I'll put you ashore

right enough

but it's what happens

between now and then,

is what you've got to worry about.

Get away from that.

That's not for you.

I appreciate that, sir.

You'll take your scoffings

with the crew,

unless I put you on bread and water.

I think I would prefer that, sir,

if we have a choice.

We'll leave it to the paying

passengers to malign the chow,

if ya don't mind.

If I may make a suggestion, captain.

Rather than waste my talent

in the bunker, sir,

if you would permit me

to prepare and serve your food

in the fully proper manner,

for your own safety, sir,

with the help of Master Jack,

my apprentice.

- You'll do what I say.

- By all means, sir.

Hey.

Have you ever tried

your hand at galley grub?

- Galley grub?

- He knows all there is to know...

...about food.

- Knowing and doing

is two different things, especially

for a landlubber put to sea.

My grandfather, sir,

prepared and served the meals

for Admiral Lord Nelson

at the Battle of Trafalgar.

All right.

One chance, I'll give ya.

And one chance only.

Thank you, sir.

And if you don't serve me

a fair to middling meal,

then it's off to the bunkers for you!

"And while the captain had agreed

to set us ashore at first port of call,

he now refuses to release us

from our duties:

Preparing his meals

and tending his cabin.

Consequently, we shall continue

on to the gold fields,

praying that fortune shall smile upon us

and that you may forgive us

the anxiety we have occasioned.

Master Jack has made friends

with an old judge

who has agreed to post this

when we reach Rio."

Doesn't that beat all?

The two of them bound for California.

Isn't that just like Griffin?

Even if he were assigned to a rock pile,

he'd make himself indispensable.

I can't get over it.

Griffin and Master Jack.

All alone in that wild country out west.

Well, we won't let them be all alone.

You may start packing my things.

- Don't you say you go.

- Why not?

There's nothing I can do here

I can't do in California.

- It's not a right place for a lady.

- Oh...

- Oh, sorry.

- Some of the stories I've heard.

Men outnumber women

100 to one in San Francisco.

Well, there's nothing wrong

with those odds,

especially when a young lady

has to earn her own living.

Oh, Griffin wouldn't approve

of you going to California.

But I think Grandpa

would approve of it heartily.

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