Blackbeard:
Ben, I believe I'm going to catch me a rat!
Ben Worley:
Why, you hungry?
[
motions to the rope Blackbeard is holding, which goes over the side of the ship]
Ben Worley:
. Oh, you're goin' fishing for him, aye?
Blackbeard:
NO, I ain't goin' fishin' for him, aye!
Blackbeard:
Gilly, Gilly, give him just a tickle with the point of your blade, at about his liver.
[
blasting Henry Morgan's ship with cannon fire]
Blackbeard:
Arrr, he's like a duck without wings! We'll close for the kill and then board her. And I'll dangle Uncle Harry from the fore yard!! Heh, he he he!
Morgan's Aide:
Sir Henry! I've just come from the jail, and all the prisoners have been liberated!
Sir Henry Morgan:
What?! When did this happen?
Morgan's Aide:
The jailer said, Blackbeard did it.
Sir Henry Morgan:
Blackbeard? Blackbeard's dead.
Morgan's Aide:
He ran a cutlass through the jailer, and he swears it was Blackbeard, with the eyes of a devil!
Sir Henry Morgan:
[
pounds the desk and jumps up] When did this happen?
Morgan's Aide:
About three hours ago. The jailer's died.
Sir Henry Morgan:
Blackbeard...
[
almost to himself]
Sir Henry Morgan:
Suppose Blackbeard, why should he want to enter the jail?
[
snaps his fingers]
Sir Henry Morgan:
To get a crew! What would he do with a crew when he got it?
[
turns to his aide]
Sir Henry Morgan:
Was his ship in the harbor when you came in?
Morgan's Aide:
She was just sailing out!
Sir Henry Morgan:
So that's it! The black-hearted butcher. He thinks he can hoodwink old Henry Morgan, well that's a game at which two can play. He might run from me... but he wouldn't run from the sight of a rich, Spanish galleon! So I think we'll have some devilment tonight in the Nicholas Channel. We'll take that galleon!... and use it as a bait for Blackbeard. When he closes on her, he'll find himself outgunned, outfought, outwitted, and dead as mutton! Come on, let's be at it!
Blackbeard:
[
gesturing with his cutlass at Edwina's neck] Morgan! You take this ship, and you take her head with it!
Sir Henry Morgan:
Call off your men, and cast adrift.
Morgan's First Mate:
But we're winning, sir! We have them at our mercy, and the ship is ours.
Sir Henry Morgan:
You heard my orders! Cast off, I say!
Morgan's First Mate:
Aye aye, sir!
[
to the crew]
Morgan's First Mate:
Cut loose those srapnels! Cast off, solid!
Blackbeard:
Heh, heh, I knew it...
[
Blackbeard's crew cheers and waves their swords at Morgan and his crew]
Blackbeard:
We'll call this one a draw, Morgan!
Blackbeard:
What be your name, girl?
Edwina Mansfield:
Blackbeard!
Blackbeard:
No, I be Blackbeard!
Edwina Mansfield:
[
to Blackbeard] You slimy coward! You'd make the flesh crawl on a squid!
Liens liés
*