The Black Swan Page #2

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and sail for Maracaibo!

Gut the whole Spanish Main strip it

and leave it like a...

horse's skull on the desert.

Look at him.

Look at him.

He's fainted.

Or is he just bored with

our presence?

- Close your eyes, Don Miguel.

- Father!

- The devil's asking for you.

- Father?

Where's my father?

The captain's share, gentlemen.

I bespeak it.

Where is he?

Stay away or I'll shoot! I'm

Lord Denby's daughter.

Ohhh. This is a windfall.

Lady Margaret, eh?

- Who are you?

- A sea rat...

a bit of ocean scum doing

His Majesty's dirty work...

killing the Spaniards to

make room for...

fat Englishmen and their

nasty daughters.

Waring is my name, but those who...

love me call me Jamie-Boy.

I'm not afraid of you

gallows dancers.

"Gallows dancers"? A pretty

phrase, milady.

Yes. I've seen your kind

dancing in the wind...

with their necks stretched like

a lot of geese flying.

And I'll see you that way too!

Where's my father? Tell me

or I'll shoot.

Your father is ornamenting

a dungeon wall, milady.

But you'll forget about him

as soon as you learn to...

call me Jamie-Boy.

Let go of me, you brute!

I always sample a bottle of

wine before I buy it.

Let's have a sip, see if you're

worth taking along.

Oh! You wench! Bite me, will you?

Strike me blind! It's a ghost.

- Hello, Jamie-Boy.

- Captain Morgan!

Don't stand there gaping like

a halibut on a pier.

Henry! What in the name of thunder?

- So you weren't hanged!

- Not successfully.

You escaped!

No. A king's pardon and more.

I'm swooning like a bride.

I was telling you,

Jamie, I had news for you.

Aye, a packet of news it is, me boy.

Now put your shirt on. You look much

too naked for a decent Englishman.

And now find me my great admirer...

the so-called governor of Jamaica.

And if this sad little wench be

his daughter, fetch her...

some smelling salts.

And you, Tom Blue, tell all

me old captains...

- to meet me tonight at the Porker's

Sterne.

- Aye.

- But I...

- Jamie-Boy, I got a lot to tell you.

Silence!

Now listen to me.

If there's anybody wants

to tell me different...

let him stand up and get

his head broke in.

I say Captain Morgan's a king's spy.

He bought his life by

offering to put all...

his old cronies on the

end of a rope.

I say Morgan's a yellow dog!

Now, wait there, Captain Leech.

We ought to hear what...

Morgan's got to say.

Are you calling me a liar?

No, but I'm saying we oughta

hear Morgan out.

And nobody's calling me a liar.

Now, then, anybody else want

their head broke in?

I say Captain Morgan's a two-faced

cur with the king's brand on him.

And I say Captain Leech is

a gibbering ape...

fit only for the company of baboons.

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