The Black Swan

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12:
00!

12:
00 and all is well!

The night is fair!

The wind is down!

And the commander's daughter has

recovered from the sickness!

12:
00!

12:
00.

and the people of Guadela are

grateful for a night of peace!

God be thanked in his heaven

that midnight strikes

and all is well!

12:
00!

12:
00 and all is well!

12:
00!

A poor haul, but an easy one.

We'll do ourselves better

in Maracaibo.

What are you moping about?

Here. Drink this.

No?

It was an easy scuffle, Jamie-Boy.

Aye, it was.

Hey, what are you rubbing

your nose for?

- I'm thinking on something.

- Out with it!

They're hanging Captain

Morgan this week...

hanging him on the

docks in London.

- That's what I'm thinking on.

- Anybody lets himself get...

caught and hung is nobody

to drink to.

To Captain Morgan, I say!

Hanging or walking, he's a better

man than the pack of us.

Give me that comb.

Let go of that, you! Blast it!

I must drink to this occasion,

Captain Waring.

We are not often honored by such

a distinguished visitor.

What a magnificent record.

Second in command

to Henry Morgan...

in the raid on Panama...

the sack of Maracaibo,

Portobelo, Trujillo!

Quite a busy little cutthroat

we have here.

But there is no mention of you

at the attack on Granada.

I was there... killing Spaniards.

The English dog still barks! Is your

memory improving?

Have you remembered where...

- Captain Morgan is?

- Perfectly.

- Where is he?

- In England.

You lie.

I grant you England is where

he should be...

hanging from a gibbet with the

rest of you scum of the sea!

But I have word from our

ambassador...

that he escaped.

Your news delights me, Don Miguel.

Oh. And perhaps this will

delight you too.

A quarter of a turn!

Where were you planning

to meet Morgan?

On the far side of the moon.

Where is his ship?

Hull down and sailing through

your whiskers, Don Miguel.

A full turn!

Speak, you devil spawn,

before I quarter you!

- What is that?

- The devil looking after his own.

Easy, my brave bag of wind!

Tommy Blue! Welcome to Corrientes!

Be with you in a minute,

Captain Jamie.

Hand over that sticker while I'm...

in this loving mood. March!

Ho-ho! You're outnumbered.

Me and Jamie...

could outnumber your whole empire!

Take those stickers away before

they hurt themselves!

Came into the harbor to get

a barrel of water...

and says to a fellow, says I...

"How's me old friend Don Miguel?"

"Well," says he, "the noble Spaniard

is entertaining people."

"Who?" says I. "Well,

among his guests,"

says he, "is Jamie Waring."

"Well," says I, "that's a party

I've got to attend."

- So up we came.

- Ah. I'll thank you later.

But tell me, Tommy, who's with you?

- How many ships have you got?

- Oh, two pretties, Jamie.

The second one's tacking in, but let

me tell you the good news first!

Never mind the news. Get me

that bottle of wine.

- Huh? Oh.

- Quick.

There's nothing like a stretch

on the rack to raise a thirst.

Would you want to be laying

down a minute, Jamie?

No.

Keep a clear head, Tommy.

We've got work to do...

Nice, pleasant work.

I'm a better man drunk than

sober for any kind of work!

You were admiring my bark,

Don Miguel.

- We'll see how you like my bite.

- But I'm unarmed.

It's lucky you are. If you had

a sword in your hand...

you'd be dead by now and

stiffer than the devil's tail.

Give me a hand! Put him on the rack!

- Here.

- Move! Get a move on!

Go on!

Have mercy, senor! What are

you going to do now?

I'm eager to return your

hospitality, Don Miguel.

- On the rack!

- Oh, no, no. Please, no.

You'll hang for this! You'll hang

for this, all of you.

Your English governor...

In the name of God, let me go!

Let me go!

- Lord Denby! Lord Denby!

- A musical fellow, ain't he?

Your bark, Don Miguel, is a

little louder than mine.

Turn the wheel, my lads.

What say the poets? "One good

turn deserves another."

Stop that, you bloody thieves!

Unchain this man! I command you

in the name of King Charles.

And who may you be, you

bellowing rabbit?

I'm Lord Denby, governor of Jamaica.

Oh, Lord Denby.

You're the gentleman who brought

Captain Morgan to trial.

I'm delighted to meet you.

And I'll see you hanging on Wapping

Executional Dock beside him.

- I'm laughing me sides out!

- March out, you renegade louts!

Renegade! You yellow turncoat!

Befriending the Spanish and hanging

your own countrymen!

Lay down your arms!

England and Spain...

are at peace. A treaty

has been signed.

Where was it signed, Lord Denby,

on that rack?

Men, here's a rope-maker

for your necks...

the little English hangman

from Jamaica.

Up the rope he goes!

Up he goes.

Oh, I'm glad to see Jamie is here.

- Give me a rope, somebody!

- No, no, Tommy.

- No rope for him.

- Oh, let me hang him, Jamie.

No. The rope's for gentlemen

with brave hearts.

The vault's the place for

this English traitor.

Lock him away with all his

Spanish friends.

You'll hang, all of you!

March him off! Chain him

to the wall!

Let him rot in the Spanish damp.

You sea rats! I command you

in His Majesty's name!

Your commanding days

are over, my lord.

I'm laughing me sides out!

Put away that bottle, Tommy.

There's treasure to load.

This is a ripe and juicy castle.

Here, you guzzler! Take this!

Make yourself a pretty

pair of drawers!

Two ships, you said, huh? We can

load 'em both from this castle...

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