The Sea Hawk

The riches of the New World are limitless,

and the New World is ours...

with our ships carrying the Spanish flag

to the seven seas...

our armies sweeping over Africa,

the Near East, and the Far West...

invincible everywhere

but on our own doorstep.

Only Northern Europe

holds out against us.

Why? Tell me.

If you will permit me, sire.

Our depleted treasury.

An army can advance

only to the end of its purse strings.

Nonsense.

That is not the real reason, Peralta.

Why not admit it?

The reason is a puny rock-bound island

as barren and treacherous as her queen...

who secretly gives aid to our enemies

while her pirates plunder our commerce.

You know as well as I, Peralta...

we cannot keep Northern Europe

in submission...

until we have a reckoning with England.

It is not yet time, Your Majesty.

Not until the Armada is built.

Time?

The destiny of Spain

cannot wait upon the fitness of time.

I have but one life...

and that life is all too short

for me to fulfill that destiny.

- Don Alvarez.

- Sire.

You will proceed at once to England

as my ambassador.

You will assure the queen of my patience

and continued affection...

to allay any suspicion

in regard to our plans.

As you wish, Your Majesty.

With England conquered,

nothing can stand in our way.

Northern Africa,

Europe as far east as the Urals...

then the New World,

to the north, to the south...

west to the Pacific,

over the Pacific to China and the Indies...

will our empire spread.

One day, before my death...

we shall sit here

and gaze at this map upon the wall.

It will have ceased

to be a map of the world.

It will be Spain.

Aloft, there! Hold taut on the bowline.

We're losing the wind!

I regret our slow passage,

Your Excellency...

but it seems our sail

cannot entice the wind.

Then we shall not reach England

by Wednesday.

Perhaps. If the galley holds out.

Capt. Lopez, it is extremely important

my niece be presented to the queen...

before her new maids of honor are chosen.

They say Elizabeth surrounds herself

with beauty...

in the hope that it may be contagious.

Your niece will have no trouble

meeting the queen's requirements.

Maria, you might hit it once

where I can reach it.

You said you needed the exercise, Martha.

I've had it, enough for the whole voyage.

- Ready, Martha?

- Yes, love.

- Lieutenant.

- Sir.

Send another lookout aloft

to the mizzentop.

Yes, sir.

Another lookout aloft to the mizzentop!

Why these extra precautions, Captain?

Isn't the fo'c'sle lookout enough?

I am responsible for your safety,

Your Excellency...

and we are entering the lanes

of the English pirates.

How very interesting.

If your men spy any of their ships,

I wish you'd let me know.

Like hawks, Don Alvarez,

they're on you before you see them.

They say the devil blows in their sails.

Surely you don't believe these myths?

They would hardly dare attack a ship

with His Majesty's ambassador aboard.

It'd be as much as their heads are worth

when news reaches the Queen.

Perhaps. Excuse me, Your Excellency,

but the wind does not serve well.

- Bo's'n!

- Aye, aye, sir.

- Raise the beat eight counts.

- At once, Captain.

There below,

raise the beat of the oars eight counts.

Aye, aye. Eight counts, seor.

Raise the beat eight counts.

- I know where we are.

- You can't tell, William.

We haven't known where we were

for months.

I'm sure this time.

Feel the motion, the groundswell?

Only one place like that.

The English Channel.

The English Channel.

We're in the English Channel.

English ship off the starboard bow!

Bo's'n, have the drummers

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