The Crimson Pirate Page #4

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and throwing him into the fire.

- We'll handle this our own way.

- About face!

Get over here.

There's a meeting! The door, quick!

Out! The other door!

If I release you, can I count on your help?

You'll be well paid.

You misjudged our men.

Don't misjudge our women.

- Another door here.

- Where?

Follow me.

- What's all the shooting?

- The Skipper coming back from market.

I have a feeling we'll be putting out to sea.

Hoist anchor. Man all canvas. Look lively!

Man the yards!

Prepare to fire!

Fire one!

Fire two!

Signal Baron Gruda's ship for a broadside.

One of us can knock her out of the water.

Shore battery's asking for a broadside

against them, Mr. Bellows.

What are you waiting for, drooling idiot?

- Give 'em a broadside!

- Aye, aye, sir! One broadside coming up!

Good shooting, lads. Well aimed.

Skipper, be that

what thou bought at market?

Take the lady below

and make her comfortable.

Thank you, Captain.

The gallant Captain Vallo, eh, lads?

Be that bit of fluff El Libre?

That's the bit of fluff

that's taking us to him.

He's being held on the Island of San Perot,

only a day's sailing from here.

Who's holding him for us, Skipper?

The King's troop. In the military prison.

Now, what could be sweeter, lads?

We'll steal him from the King's men,

and sell him back to a king's man.

- But be thou seriously planning to...

- Walk us into a king's prison?

Why, not at all, Humble Bellows, not at all.

Gather round, lads, gather round!

- My, my, what a pretty knife.

- Would you like a closer look?

Let's keep this pot

looking like a ship of the line!

Come up here.

Hop to it!

I came up to talk about El Libre.

- Go ahead. I'm listening.

- You have a plan to save him?

A plan and a price.

Guns alone will cost 50,000.

That's a great deal of money for guns.

How much are you asking for El Libre?

Oh, yes, El Libre.

I'll throw him in for nothing.

Very well, Captain.

I'll see that the money

is arranged with him.

You may be sure

that he'll honor the agreement.

What's your plan?

Why did you bolt

your cabin door last night?

If you know it was bolted,

you must've tried it.

And if you tried it,

you know why it was bolted.

How do you propose to get El Libre?

Is your door open only to him?

What do you mean?

So much concern about one man

can't be entirely political.

He's your lover.

No.

He's my father.

Captain!

Land ho!

On your feet, lads. Attention!

You're supposed to be king's men,

not bard slabs.

Look like you belong in those uniforms.

Ojo, signal to the garrison

that Baron Gruda has arrived...

to take El Libre into custody.

- What about my father?

- I ordered you to stay below.

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