Yankee Buccaneer Page #3

What's the course?

West by...

Well, what are

you smiling at?

Nothing. Nothing

at all, sir.

She's still dipping, sir. l'm

afraid we're in for a rough one.

l'll go forward and take a

fix. Who stands the late watch?

Mr. Farragut, sir.

Have the mate send Mr.

Farragut my compliments.

l want to see

him on deck.

Aye, aye, sir.

Give us a hand, mate.

Captain. l didn't know...

l mean, that it

was you, sir.

The phrase ''comrade

in arms'' does not mean

slapping the Captain

overboard, Mr. Link.

What's that rum

casket doing on deck?

Well, l was figuring,

this being a pirate ship,

we should have the rum casket

where all can see it, sir.

l'm not aware l made you officer

in charge of ship alterations.

Now, get rid of it,

and report back to me.

Yes, sir.

Right away, sir.

l suppose next they'll want me

to do a hornpipe from the rigging.

Lieutenant Farragut

reporting as ordered, sir.

l'm sorry, sir,

but that getup...

l'm glad my appearance

delights you.

May l say you look more in

character out of uniform?

And what's that medallion

around your neck?

Does it bear any

personal identification?

No, sir. lt just

says Guierre,

the name of the new training ship

from which l was commissioned.

Get rid of it.

But, sir, it's my good-luck piece.

l'm sure it couldn't be identified.

l said get rid of it, Mr. Farragut.

What goes for one goes for all.

l took a fix.

The winds are rising

with every indication

we're in for a big blow.

You ever handled

a ship during a storm?

No, sir.

This is your chance.

Storm should hit its peak

during your watch.

Keep the lifeline secure, and

report any structure damage.

Come with me.

Yes, Chief Petty

Officer Link?

Reporting as

ordered, sir.

Continue your account

of the rum casket.

Well, like l was saying, a

privateer needs a rum casket on deck,

like in those

stories and songs,

so l borrowed the

rum from sickbay.

But this is not a privateer.

lt's a United States man-of-war.

Rum rations are for the sick.

You know the law of the sea.

lt's confusing, sir. First,

we're pirates. Then we're Navy.

lt gets a fellow all

muddled up in his thinking.

lf l may say so, sir, l

think Mr. Link has a point.

The rum should

be left on deck.

A very good

suggestion, Lieutenant.

And Mr. Link should be responsible

for it at all times, sir.

l'll guard it with

my life, so help me.

Do that, Mr. Link.

Guard it 24 hours a day,

and when this tour of duty is

finished, l'm going to break it open,

and if there's as much as one mouthful

missing from the present count,

you'll lose your rank

and your pensin.

But, Captain...

Carry on.

Yes, sir.

Stand your watch, Mr. Farragut.

You want me, l'll be below.

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