Yellowbeard

Now I am the richest person in the world.

I am the richest person in the world.

Now I am the richest person in the world.

I am the richest person in the world. I am...

Mi capitn, not another ship in sight.

Yes, King Carlos should be very pleased.

Tell me, who is more important to please...

the King of Spain or God?

Well, God, of course.

And who is God's personal representative

in this vicinity?

Well, you are, Your Blessed Rectitude.

Well, God wants to keep all of it.

But...

And anybody who dares "buts"

God's personal representative...

will soon find his head pierced

and his neck stretched...

and will go on to meet God very quickly!

Which is more than anybody

could reasonably hope for...

Your Holy Ruthlessness.

Instead, you may bang your head

on the floor until forgiven.

Congratulations, Captain Yellowbeard.

- I'm glad my plan was a success.

- Your plan, my gold.

Hands off my treasure, Bosun Moon!

I said hands off!

Do I have to do everything myself?

Come now, don't slow down.

- Step over him.

- Move it.

- Step out of the way.

- We've got another one here now.

Over here.

Bloody hell, another one. Bloody witches.

Corpses, corpses, all day long. Never stops.

You know, Gilbert, being a prisoner's

not what it was when I came in here.

Here we go.

Whimpering poncies.

They get a leg broken and they faint.

A few fingernails pulled out,

they start crying.

When they stretched me on a rack

for a couple of years...

I didn't go around dying all over the place.

Pathetic. Taking the easy way out like that.

How do you mean exactly?

Dying. He'd only been in 15 years.

You won't catch me dying.

They'll have to kill me before I die.

Many a man has tried, Captain Yellowbeard.

And soon you will be at large again.

With a hand-picked crew

of the hardest buccaneers...

that have ever stained

the seven seas with Spanish blood.

It was most unjust I thought,

locking you up for...

merely doing your duty.

Twenty years for killing 5,000 dagos

and frogs.

Betrayed by me right-hand man,

that bastard Moon.

But he never found out

where you hid the treasure, did he?

No! Nor will he ever.

Where did you hide the treasure, actually?

You won't catch me

with those trick questions.

What really pisses me off, is...

- What is it now?

- You've got a visitor.

I expect that'll be the Queen

with my pardon.

- Hello, sugar drawers.

- What, you again?

Again? I haven't seen you for 15 years.

What is it this time?

Well, what with you being let out

next week...

I thought it was my duty as a wife

to bring you up to date on a few things.

Now, do you remember just before

you were arrested we were having a cuddle?

- I was raping you, if that's what you mean.

- All right.

- Sort of half cuddle, half rape.

- Get on with it, woman!

Well, I haven't told you this before,

because I wanted him to be brought up...

like a gentleman and not a pirate.

Who are you talking about?

- The fruit of your loins, sugar drawers.

- Are you mad, woman?

I haven't got fruit in my loins.

Lice, yes, and proud of them!

It means that we have spawned a son.

Done what?

You have just become the father...

of a 20-year-old bouncing boy called Dan.

A son. Takes after me, does he?

Well...

By the time I was 20, I'd killed 500 men.

Well, he's not quite so extroverted as you,

but he's...

- A thief?

- No.

- A rapist?

- No.

- Bloody hell. I give up. What is he then?

- He's a gardener.

A gardener? A Yellowbeard gardening?

I'll see about that when I'm out.

- What is it now?

- Time's up, sir.

So your son's a gardener, eh?

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