Yellowbeard Page #10

Set a course for Portsmouth, Mr. Martin.

Aye, aye, sir!

East by northeast, Mr. Prostitute.

Aye, aye, sir.

All's well!

- Ah...

- S'well!

We went 10 degrees west

off course overnight.

Did you notice that, Mr. Moon?

Indeed I did, sir.

Our captain didn't bump

the helmsman off last night, did he?

No. Didn't leave his cabin, Mr. Moon.

- Did you order a change of course?

- No.

I think someone knows where the island is.

See? They're leading us right to it.

Come on, Mrs. Beard.

We've been at this all day.

No. No.

That still doesn't look right.

I don't think you're being as helpful

as you promised, Mrs. Beard.

I'm doing my best.

Perhaps a little more shark treatment?

Nothing in sight, sir.

Absolutely nothing at all.

Nothing, sir!

Talk about clear horizons, this is it.

We've been at sea for weeks without

sighting anything, let alone The Edith.

Ship ahoy!

Look lively, lads. Look lively.

There you are, sir. Nothing again.

Nothing whatsoever.

Behind you, Mansell.

I know you are, sir.

There's a ship behind you.

Good lord, sir! It's The Edith!

Sir?

Of course it's The Edith, Mansell.

But, sir...

it is behind us,

and we're supposed to be following it, sir.

Well, how can we be, sir?

- Strike the colors, Mr. Beamish.

- Strike the colors, Mr. Beamish.

- Hoist the French flag.

- Hoist the French flag.

- Hard about.

- Hard about.

They mustn't know

we're after them, Mansell.

If we can convince them we're French,

they'll avoid us.

Perhaps then we can return

to following them discreetly.

What sort of ship is it?

Some kind of frigate.

We wouldn't have come across it,

if we had kept our course.

No, no. We wouldn't.

There's a flag.

They're French, and they're rounding on us!

Stand by to fire.

Oh, dear.

Stand by to hide.

All right, Mansell,

so we'll just sail quietly past, all right?

Aye, aye, sir.

Ready? Fire!

- Are you all right, Mansell?

- Yes, thank you, sir.

Sh*t.

What do the fools think they're doing?

We outgun them. We outman them.

We're much faster than they are.

I think it might have something to do

with the French flag we're flying, sir.

All right, then to avoid suspicion,

we better appear to retaliate.

We'll fire a bit and miss a lot.

Fire!

Lower the guns!

Fire!

Raise the guns!

Fire!

More sail!

More sail!

- Clear the debris!

- Clear the debris!

- Carpenters to action!

- Carpenters to action!

Jettison some ballast, Mr. McKenzie.

We must sail as fast as we can

without our sail.

Well done, lad!

This calls for a celebration.

Well done, Captain.

Oh, yes.

No disrespect intended, Your Lordship.

Straight back, head up and thrust.

Well done, Son.

- Straight back, head up and thrust.

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