The Sea Hawk Page #3

- Get it up on deck. She's settling fast.

- This door's locked, sir.

Lend him a hand there, will you, Mr. Pitt?

Stand aside.

- Uncle.

- My child.

Now, men, let's look around in here.

If you'd be kind enough

to stand to one side, please.

Are you the captain of these pirates?

Burke, lend Mr. Pitt a hand with this chest.

Throw everything outside

in the passageway. Quickly.

- Couple of extra hands in here, sharp.

- Come on.

- I am King Phillip's ambassador...

- You'll pardon me, sir.

We're pressed for time.

Your ship is sinking.

Mr. Pitt, if you find the ship's papers,

we'll take those aboard, too.

Captain. Not at all bad.

Uncle, my jewels.

Don't you dare touch those jewels.

By heavens, an Englishwoman.

And not too proud of it at the moment.

You know, the last time

I saw an Englishwoman...

You'll have time to discuss that later.

Let's get that sharply out

onto the deck.

Your Excellency, Maria,

these are not typical Englishmen.

- Please don't think...

- Quite right.

They ain't all as handsome as we are.

Sir, if I may suggest...

you and your party

had better go aboard my vessel.

Capt. Thorpe, I demand to know

exactly what your intentions are.

To get you safely aboard my ship.

And to get you off again

as quickly as possible.

- I'll land you at the first English port.

- I'll not go on your ship.

I'd rather drown

than accept your hospitality.

Mr. Pitt, this young lady, I hope,

will change her mind.

If she doesn't, change it for her

and have her carried aboard.

Blessed treasure!

These men are weak.

Get them over the side. See they don't fall.

Easy, there.

Come on, men. Hurry! Over the side.

Come along, ladies.

You heard what the Captain said.

And orders are orders.

Why, Tuttle, it must be four years

since we sailed together.

It's four years since I've trod the deck

of an English ship, sir.

You'll soon be in England now.

Come along, all of you, and I'll see you all

catch up with your rum rations.

Capt. Thorpe,

this is an insult to His Majesty.

I board your ship under protest.

At least you'll find English hospitality

better than they found Spanish.

As soon as the slaves are transferred...

see that the Ambassador and his party

get on board, too.

All right, men. Stand by, ready to move.

Make speed there, men.

Get that stuff loaded below.

Keep those rails clear. Lively, now.

Abandon ship. Everybody over the side.

Now, then, Captain. You heard the order.

With your permission, sir.

I'm still the Captain.

Yes, of course. My mistake, Captain.

Let go of those lines.

Watch your amidships.

Cut!

I'll have all sails trimmed,

if you please, Mr. Scott.

Haul in your main line

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