Blackbeard the Pirate

One night when Morgan was at sea,

the ship of the pirate Charles Bellamy crept into harbour, passing under the guns of the fort.

I, Edward Maynard, disguised as a surgeon, had been waiting for something like this to happen.

The Governor of Jamaica believed that Morgan was a pirate still

and had a quick fortune ready for the man who could prove it. I wanted that quick fortune.

It's all arranged, but it don't look right.

Bellamy would never dare enter under Morgan's guns.

-Unless he's in with Morgan which I'll prove once I'm ship's surgeon.

-They're waiting for you.

-Let's go.

You wenches sit down!

All oars, pull away!

Hold fast, longboat! Put about, you smugglers, or we'll blow you sky-high!

Fire!

Hold your fire!

Stand up, wench!

Take the light and let them see her face.

Hold your fire, in the name of Morgan!

'Tis smugglers you are! Put back, I say!

We got Mistress Mansfield. Hit her and Morgan will hang all of you!

Don't shoot or we're all dead men.

Go to them blades, men!

All right, sit down!

Captain Bellamy would keelhaul you for talking to me like that. Captain Bellamy?!

Close your yop or I'll close it for you!

All right, get 'em aboard!

Lay to!

Raise tacks and sheets.

Fetch up your hook!

If you break my trunks you'll wish you were never born. Get it on the deck!

That's the first time I ever saw you smile.

Port Royal looks good from only one way - astern.

ARGH-GH!

-What is it?

-I wouldn't look up there if I were you.

Mr Henshaw, take the deck. Who do you think you are? Lay hold of them sheets!

-All right, you prisoners, get below!

-Prisoners?

-Yes, you!

Stand by.

-Are you sure you know what you're doing here?

-Captain Bellamy has the answer to that.

Get in there.

What be your name, girl?

Blackbeard!

No!

I be Blackbeard.

Your name be Edwina Mansfield, or better be.

It's her all right! The old one's just a barnacle come stuck to her.

And here's your sawbones.

Hey-hey!

A little robin redbreast!

I be a great lover of nature.

However, we'll go into that later.

-If I had a pistol, I'd shoot out your gizzard pin!

-A fiery wench, eh?

And what might this be?

A plucked chicken? Hey-hey!

-I'm a lady-in-waiting.

-Waiting? What for?

For a man, most like.

Arrh, you must be Mistress Alvina. Read about you.

-Read?

-I got lots o' letters.

I knows you like a brother. He-he-he!

Did you ever think of getting married?

SHE GIGGLES

She's a cackley cheep.

Have Gilly fetch some blankets.

You're going to steal their clothes.

No, for sleeping. I can't wear their clothes! Put them in the Dutchman's cabin.

-You trust him...?

-No, throw the Dutchman out and have Gilly come back here.

-Where is Captain Bellamy?

-What?! You ain't seen him?

-The wind was blowing through his ears.

-Where is he?

Well, he's aboard, all right. I left him hanging around somewhere!

He-he-he-he!

There was a dead man hanging from the yardarm as we came aboard.

Arr, there's a man what seen him! He-he-he-he!

You loathsome beast!

-Get 'em outta here.

-You heard the captain.

-Your name's Mainyard, ain't it?

-Robert Maynard.

That's what I said, didn't I?

-See this here neck?

-No, but I know about where it is.

-Well, there's a bullet in it. Get it out!

-Did you send for me?

-Arr. This is a sawrrbones.

-I'll need clean bandages, boiling water and soap.

-Soap?

-Break it out! Break it out!

Look on them cannons. She lets us sail in but we never sail out.

What do you expect, sailing under a crazy man?

There he sits up there in his castle, the great Sir Henry Morgan, with all the loot of Panama.

Gold, silver, jewels. That's what he's sitting on up there.

-I bet he isn't.

-Arr?

-Morgan's at sea.

-Arr, I know. We'll run his fort afore another bell.

His cannon could blow this craft out of the water with half a salvo, but maybe they won't.

Ask me why.

-Maybe I know.

-Maybe you think you do.

-The little robin?

-Hey-hey! He-he-he-he-he!

Here, how many men have you made a hash of in your time with all these swords? A few hundred, maybe?

-Maybe.

-Gilly, do you want to kill a man?

Aye.

Then just stand with your knife at Mainyard's back.

The first slip he makes, you're free to corpse him.

Here, where at did you learn your doctoring?

-Two years on a privateer corvette, the Swallow.

-Ah, the old Gulperdown. Ah, a pirate surgeon!

-That I was not.

-Every man on the Gulperdown stood trial for piracy.

You think I ain't heard of nothing?

We were at sea when the peace was signed. I was acquitted, same as Sir Henry Morgan.

-Be you a friend of Harry Morgan?

-Maybe.

-How long has this been in here?

-Since about daybreak.

Dr Mainyard, I baint one what likes maybe for an answer.

-That's the answer you got. You carried this all day?

-Why not? A bullet don't weigh nothing.

Gilly...be you at your station?

-Aye.

-Good. There's places a friend of Morgan be safe and places he ain't.

Gilly, you want to see something?

-That's his jugular vein, there.

-And that's where your knife be.

That was the probe.

This is the knife.

Gilly, give him just a tickle with the point of your blade

at about his liver.

Where be the knife now?

Closer.

You was never on the Swallow. I knowed every man of her crew.

You're a sea spy, Mainyard!

Arr!

Ned!

Ned, we're under the guns.

-Arr, I'm under the knife.

-They'll blow us off the sea!

-Go back on the deck and take over the wheel.

-Aye aye, sir.

Sawrrbones, keep digging. Gilly, keep watching. I'll keep drinking.

Cease fire! They've got the Mansfield girl aboard. They're holding kin of Morgan.

Cease fire! Cease fire!

We must get the rest of our trunks in here. They're all that stand between us and the gutter.

That surgeon seems very nice. What is he doing aboard this slaughterhouse?

You're a fine doctor! You could have killed him!

I'm after Morgan, not Blackbeard.

Blackbeard ain't dealing with Morgan.

-Bellamy's Morgan's man and he's dead.

-His logbook's in Blackbeard's cabin.

One entry on loot going to Morgan will finish him and make our fortune.

-Steal the logbook while he's asleep. He sleeps with his eyes open.

-What?

I sneaked in there one night thinking to kill him,

and there he was, staring at me, though he snored the whole time.

That hatch on his cabin deck, where you went down to get the soap.

That's the lazaret. The door is barred.

I'll go in through the casement.

-He'll kill you.

-He'll go on deck at the change of watch.

-How will you know when he's gone?

-Keep watch.

-When you see him come up, sound the ship's bell.

-If I get cau...

-Throw something at it.

-Can you do it or not?

-Aye, I'll sound the bell.

Worley, come here.

I believe I'm going to catch me a rat.

-You hungry?

-Uh-uh.

-You're going fishing for him?

-No, I ain't!

Someone's gone down this into the great cabin.

Stand here and take care of him if he tries to come back.

Aye, I will.

APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS

# There was a jolly miller

# He lived upon the Dee

# He looked beneath his piller

# And there he saw a flea

# Ho-ho! Ho-ho!

# He-he! He-he!

# He chuckled it is... #

(Trust me.)

I hate his black heart! Come on.

Here, who took the ship's log out of my cabin...

and chucked it in the lazaret?

-You?

-Sure. I was in and out of your cabin all night throwing your stuff in the lazaret.

-What for?

-I'm crazy.

I'm not so sure.

I know you're in the pay of Morgan.

What's he paying me for? To steal the log?

-Never mind the log! What be he paying for my head?

-He's offered £500.

Only 500? You work cheap, don't you?

I could've had your head last night.

Ha-har, you could have, if you had known.

-You remember Gilly here what stood at your back?

-I ought to.

All the time that you was working on me, he was praying as he's never prayed afore

that you'd give that knife a little twist.

Fortunate I be that you fell in my hands when you did.

-I don't understand.

-You will.

You will.

Arr...the famous Mansfield girl.

She's a purchase, all right, the best a man ever made.

-You won't think so when Sir Henry Morgan shows sail.

-Sir Henry Morgan.

Morgan will come and I live only to see the day.

-You'll see most of it from the yardarm.

-Eh...ha-ha.

MEN SHOUT COMMENTS

Well, my little flutterin' dove.

A sparrow in a nest of seagulls! > Sit here, milady.

Fetch her back out of that.

Women! Women! Blast all women. >

They spell trouble.

Get me a carving knife. They're hid in the longboat.

-Right!

-Maim him.

Ha-ha-ha! He-he-he!

Here, you'd better prepare to bury the sawrrbones.

By thunder, there goes our best cut 'n' slash man.

-She ain't near so cheap to keep as she were to take.

-Don't it always?

Who hid out them cutlasses? Who hid 'em out?

Looks like it was him. It must have been.

Yeah, it was him.

Bury him. Last rites of the sea.

Get your hats off.

Lay hold, four of you.

For distance, this time.

One, and the body, the body, I say.

Two, shall be cast, shall be cast, I say.

Three, and into the sea, the sea, and into the sea goes he!

Now, away with you and divvy up his belongings.

I didn't know they'd go crazy.

You know it now..."my little robin".

All right, "Mainyard".

It would have been different if Captain Bellamy were alive, I guess.

What kind of man was he, anyway?

What? I thought you were eloping with him!

-I'd only seen the man twice. This was a business proposition.

-A business...?

What would Sir Henry Morgan think?

You've been thinking I was Morgan's mistress, haven't you?

No doubt you have some simple explanation.

I am Edward Mansfield's daughter and I explain nothing.

I see.

No, you don't. You have a head like a mule's foot.

I didn't know Captain Bellamy one bit better than I know you.

Is this an offer?

Maybe.

Listen carefully.

I have Morgan's treasure aboard.

-Are you saying you robbed Morgan?

-I thought that would open your eyes.

-But how did you get it?

-The same way he did. I found it and I took it.

I guess you really are Edward Mansfield's daughter.

I'm telling you this because I may need some help.

-Thank you very much, Captain. I must go now.

-Here now, sit down.

I gotta keep my eye on my lady's baggage.

-What's so important about it?

-She'd give me a tongue lashing if she...

-Worley!

-Bring Edwina's baggage in here.

-Aye aye.

Ha-harr, there now. Have another drink.

That's right. Now, you tell me all about my little robin.

Well...

-her father was a great sea...

-I know, I know, I know.

He commanded all the brethren of the coast

and he was the blackest pirate until Ned Teach.

-Poor Edwina. She's so much like her father.

-Arr, she's my kind, my little robin.

I'm afraid so. Isn't it dreadful?

-Poor Edwina. She does the most awful things.

-Like what?

Well, first, it's...ar...

Ah, no, no, no. I'm not going to tell you. Oh, no.

Here now, have another gulp. Go on.

That's right, my little chicken.

-Like what, now?

-Well...

she's very fond of bathing.

Bathing? In water?

-She swims in it!

-You mean she gets wet all over on purpose?

But the worst part about it is, she does it without...without...

-Without any clothes on?

-Without a stitch!

-No!

Hey-hey, he-he!

Not only that, she does it without... without...

What else can she go swimming without?

-Without any water.

-Arr-rr!

Don't you open that trunk, you...!

Open it up. Get out the treasure.

Alvina! Oh-h-h-h!

-How dare you ransack my baggage?!

-Don't say Morgan never gave you none of his emeralds.

Here's something.

'Tis a picture of Cap'n Bellamy, made to hang down her neck, he-he!

-He looked better hanging up by his own.

-You slimy coward! You'd make the flesh crawl on a squid!

Ain't that the truth. What have you done with the boodle?

Here's some letters from her to Bellamy. Didn't send them.

Letters!

Ah-ha, love letters, eh? If them two had their hooks on the boodle, she'd say so in these here letters.

Aye, you'd think so.

Listen to this. 'Tis a cackle.

"My own darling Cap'n Bellamy..."

Hey-hey!

You contemptible, filthy...!

Here, let her stay and hear it.

"Uncle Henry has sailed.

"I'll watch for you every night until you come.

"Blow the bosun's pipe at the carriage gate."

Just here the scribble runs a bit foul. See what you make of it.

"Uncle Henry says you are an ungrateful wretch

"after he found you your ship and armed it for you."

I knew Bellamy was in league with Morgan. I ought to have killed him slow, inch by inch. Go on.

"Trust me, my dear.

"All we will ever need is... in our hands."

Let's get it in ours. These extras mount up.

I never seen her go there, Ned. Get your bullet probe, Mainyard.

Ha-ha!

He-he! It was only charged with powder.

Chuck the wench out of here.

And Worley, come here.

-Fetch Mistress Alvina here.

-Aye.

Hey-hey-hey!

Mainyard!

Come back here.

Oh, this.

One more.

So it ain't my head you're after?

-I never said it was.

-You're in the pay of the Governor of Jamaica

to prove that Morgan still sends out pirates.

-All right.

-Arr, that's too bad.

-What's too bad? I propose to hang your worst enemy.

-Morgan's sitting on all the loot of Panamarr.

Hang him and it all goes back to the king in England where I can never lay my hands on it again.

-That's why I'll keep my eye on you.

-GIGGLING

Arr! Mistress Alvina.

-I give her time to put her clothes on. You never said if you wanted her dressed.

-Aha, Mistress Alvina.

Here, have a little gulp.

Now, you tell us all about the treasure.

What treasure?

Here, here. Have another gulp.

-You could have been more help.

-I stole back your likeness of the late-lamented.

-That doesn't mean anything to me.

-I thought...

-The treasure means I can get away from Port Royal.

-Running off with Bellamy seemed to be my only chance. He meant nothing to me.

-How can you talk that way...?

-Oh, stop that! If I hear you mention those letters again, I'll...I'll kill you.

-All right.

-Now do you believe me?

-I can't see that that makes any difference.

I have to take a chance on you.

-You're the nearest thing to a civilised man on this ship.

-Good. I'll tell you what you have to do.

The ship has to pick up fresh water.

-When they anchor, I mean to escape. You come with me.

-When?

-Tonight or tomorrow.

-That's impossible.

-Maybe, but we'll try. I have what I want.

-Well, I haven't.

-SHRIEKING That's Alvina.

-Is it a laugh or a murder?

-I don't know.

Arr-rrgh!

Ah-h-h-h-ow-w!

Ah-h-h-h-h!

Argh-gh!

One of Morgan's tricks, false bottoms.

We'll never get this back together.

Shut up! You talk enough for a lifetime!

-All right, Captain Teach, I'll split it with you.

-You'll what?!

-You could be hanged by your own crew for holding out shares.

-This was owed to me by Morgan.

-But I brought it aboard.

-I brought it across the isthmus of Panamarr, fighting Spaniards all the way.

-And you talk about sharing!

-Your crew will talk loud enough when they know about this.

Then will I divide and you'll be on top of the pile. Put the treasure in my strongbox.

Ha-ha-arr!

Ha-ha-ha-ha!

-Look, you know the treasure's gone, don't you?

-It's infuriating! It's within 20 feet of us!

Never mind the measurements. Are you ready to give it up or not?

-What will you say if I'm not?

-Goodbye.

-Are you going to get off and walk?

-We sighted a fleet of fishing boats before dark. We'll reach them soon.

I'll swim for the nearest.

Is that what you want to do?

-I HAVE to know what you want and quick!

-You already know that.

I do?

An hour ago I was the richest woman in the world. I was willing to follow you anywhere then.

-What makes you think I wouldn't go now?

-That's good enough.

Mainyard!

Then you'll take me with you?

-Not in those clothes.

-I can make it if you can.

-No-one could in those clothes.

-I'll take them off.

Hurry up. Unlace me!

Mainyard!

Mainyard!

Mainyard! I got a pain in my innards!

Where's he hiding?

-Where will they take us?

-Port Royal, of course.

-Port Royal?!

-We can't go there.

-Forget you robbed Morgan. That won't matter.

Well, that isn't it. It's because...

Well, Sir Henry wants to marry me.

The old goat!

He's not an old goat! He couldn't be a kinder, gentler man.

-I admire and respect him, but I simply had to get out of there.

-He won't bother you much longer.

-He's going back to England... to be hanged.

-To be what?

-Hanged. For piracy.

That's impossible. Here.

-I can do it.

-Hang Morgan? You couldn't hang the hind leg of a pig in a smokehouse.

-I have Bellamy's log showing ships captured and shares given to Morgan.

-You must have forged it.

I have your statement that Morgan was Bellamy's partner.

-MY statement?

-In your handwriting.

You let me throw myself at you but you were using me to try to ruin him.

I'll stop you if I have to kill you.

That's what it'll take. Good luck.

FOOTSTEPS

HE GROWLS

Mainyard!

-Where's Mainyard? Has he been here?

-No.

I want no conniving between you two. If he opens his mouth about the treasure, he'll hang.

And you with him.

Mainyard!

There's a fishing fleet. We're close on now. Get rid of your boots.

-You're on your own, Briggs.

-Are you out of your head?

-Maybe.

Take this to Governor Vaughan. He can get Morgan with that.

That Mansfield woman's done for us.

-Not if the governor sends warships quick enough.

-Morgan commands the ships.

-Bring him.

When we put in for water, I'll mark our anchorage with a signal fire. Here they are.

Ahoy! Stand clear.

Or I'll send you down.

-Steer away! >

-Now's the time.

-It's the end of us all.

-Swim hard and good luck!

You're the one who needs good luck.

# ..with you, fair maid

# A-roving, a-roving

# 'Tis roving's been my ru-uin

# I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid

# A-roving, a-roving

# 'Tis roving's been my ru-uin

# I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid. #

SONG CONTINUES IN THE DISTANCE

Water in the hold and still rising.

She sails like a brick right now.

You'll pay for this with your lives if Morgan comes.

-Where be that hand we took aboard at Port Royal?

-Briggs, sir?

-Arr.

-Disappeared, sir.

-Arr!

-You was pretty matey with Briggs, wasn't you, Mainyard?

-Was I?

You thought you could get away if I beached a sinking ship.

-Aye, here be your scuttler.

-Hang him! > String him up! >

-A scuttler, he is, and that's death on any ship.

-Get the rope!

-No.

Arr! Truss him up for the cat first.

Then stripe him till he falls and dose him with salt.

And when he comes to, let him have it again.

Go to it.

-He'll have to die in the end, Ned.

-Not on this deck, he won't.

-I may need him yet.

-What for?

There be one thing a man be better at dead than alive.

He can guard a treasure in the ground night and day for ever.

Arr, he's the one man you can trust.

-We'll be here a week. Morgan'll be on us long afore.

-Let him!

-He'll sink her while she can't fight back.

-YOU'LL fight back.

-Me?

Ha-ha, I've left four cannon aboard.

-You'll tease him till he comes for you.

-He'll come for me all right.

That's what I want. I'll have 14 cannon up there on the headland.

We'll blow Sir Henry to smithereens.

Don't go hanging out no dead lamp on me.

Go follow orders.

-You hear me?

-Aye. Go follow stupid orders.

Eh? You!

Gilly, come here.

Where be all those nice little brown-skinned girls? Eh?

-When they heard the great Blackbeard was coming, they scampered to the hills like scared rabbits.

-Bless 'em.

Now, you go on up there and give them a few nice little trinkets and then bring them back here.

Heave! Heave! Pull! Pull!

Heave-ho there! That don't weigh nothin'!

Secure them guns.

Lay into 'em. Fetch up the powder and ball!

Do you want to be caught with your topsails down?

Sail ho!

Black she be!

Arr, I do believe that's Uncle Harry.

-Now the fat in the fire is.

-Wheel away!

Close haul standing east. He be going over the horizon, sir.

Arr, there sinks his last chance. He could have speared me like a shark if he'd struck today.

How long will it take to mount the full battery up there?

Two days in this sun.

Two days?

Harry will take that long to know he's overrun us. After that, I'll blow him over the moon.

Sir Henry Morgan!

He-he! Sir Hedward Teach 'twill be!

Just two days more.

I'll watch the prisoner. You go and get yourself a spot of rum.

Ja, ja, jawohl.

You know why the black-hearted thief is celebrating?

-Morgan's ship missed the island, far out to sea.

-It's all right, Gilly's with us.

-Good. Maybe you can get away and light the signal fire.

-Hey-hey!

Mainyard, come here!

Now off you go, my little rabbits.

Here, I want a word with you.

Come on.

Come on, me lad.

-Here, who's that?

-That's you, obviously.

-He's that beachcomber that thinks he's you.

He does, does he? Come here, you.

Who are you?

I am the King of Spain. LAUGHTER

Arr! Here, take him up to that fire, stick his head in it

and burn that beard off him!

What a brave captain we have, killing a half-wit.

Very bad luck to kill a man with his head getastzt.

All right, then, get rid of him. Don't let me set eyes on him again!

-You sent for me?

-You did a proper job out there. Now enjoy yourself.

-Get Mr Worley some nice little brown girls to dance for him.

-Ja, ja.

Give him a bottle of my special rum. A better mate a man never did have.

Arr, my glistening darlin's!

Here, lock 'em up.

A little private larceny, huh?

Arr, it is my trade.

Sinkings, burnings, kidnaps, murder, for fun or profit, but larceny above all.

Here, give me the key. Bend your back. Let's see what kind of a mule you'll be.

Catch hold there.

-Why, Ben, were you looking for someone?

-Making all safe, I see, your share and mine, too.

-Aye.

-You was looking for me to tell me but I couldn't be found.

-Arr.

-Share and share alike, you said.

-'Tis the motto of honest Ned Teach.

And every time you said it, you robbed me, but this time I caught you. Get over there.

Why, Ben, you might as lief put a pistol to my gut.

-I HAVE!

-Black is the day, heavy is my heart

that I should live to see stout Ben Worley

turn on old Ned Teach,

what's always trusted him like a brother.

Heavy is my heart. Arr!

It breaks my heart.

You shoulda kept your hooks off the treasure.

-Treasure? Take it all. I never want to hear tell of it again, or where it lies.

-You'll let me have it all?

-You heard me. Take 'em and slink away.

-No need to blow yourself up.

'Twas an honest mistake.

-When I caught you with the boxes...

-Say no more, Ben. We'll bury 'em together like I meant to.

-All right.

-Where you got in mind to bury it?

-The place you got in mind be all right with me, if you likes.

Aye.

Jubil ought to have that there hole dug by now.

Wait a minute!

-You knew I had Jubil diggin'?

-Sure.

-You'd have me bury it alone so you'd know where to find it.

Now what kind of a fool do you think I be? Ha-harr!

Do I get to have a look at my share?

-I swore you'd be rich while you live. Don't you believe me?

-We share and share alike, don't we?

Now, you get down in the hole and I'll pass 'em down to you.

Get down in it yourself.

-Here, what's this?

-I ain't offering the back of my neck to your blade.

-Arr, mutiny?

-Aye, one stupid order too much.

Here, here, here! Where are you going?

-The boat's adrift.

-Bring it back!

-He'll put out to sea!

-I can stop him.

Arr, that's right. You watch him.

Jubil, you get down there and I'll hand 'em down to you.

Arr! Only the devil and I know where you are now.

# There was a jolly miller

# Lived on the River Dee

# He looked beneath his piller

# And there he found a flea

# "Ho-ho, ho-ho, he-he," he cried with glee. #

Make fast...and stop looking for a chance to do me in. I'm the best hope you've got.

-Are you?

-I heard you can navigate.

-That's right.

-Then I can use you. I'm the rightful captain, not him. I'll have the ship and the treasure.

-Where do I come in?

-Stand by to navigate and I'll keep you alive.

Where's Jubil?

He always buries a dead man with the treasure. Thinks it brings him luck.

-No black sail.

-Not yet.

What a lovely morning.

Quiet, peaceful, placid.

A lovely summer dawn in a hogwallop.

We could be here for months, maybe years.

Ned!

I'm not so sure. Something's happening.

Captain Teach!

CAPTAIN TEACH!

-Ned! NED!

-Arr! Mind your noise!

-There's men missing. 20, maybe more, of the Dutchmen.

-If they're afeared of Morgan, good riddance.

-These men don't run from nothing.

-Are the gunners at the cannon?

-I ain't been up there.

-Go on, get up there!

-Now then, men, on your feet! Get up to them there cannon!

-Lock up the Mansfield girl and Mainyard.

I'll need them later.

-Get to them cannons.

-Where are you going?

-He's run through the gizzard.

-Drop him! To your guns!

-Three men up there with their throats cut.

-Get back to your cannon. Give us that glass!

Morgan!

Get this gun in place, men.

Arr, we got a good fight coming up. We'll show Morgan he don't hold all the cards!

How many men be Morgan got on his ship?

-Why, only the stand-by watch, sir.

-Arr! We got him, Worley. We got him.

-Got who, sir?

-Henry Morgan. He landed his men on the island.

You stay here and hold and I'll board his ship.

We got him trapped! Hey-hey!

Here, some of you men, follow me! Come on!

Edwina?

Yes?

Stand back from the wall.

We're going aboard Morgan's ship. Man that longboat.

The longboat's gone, sir.

She's gone! Where's the sawrrbones?

He's gone too, sir. Captain Teach! >

Captain Teach!

Captain Teach...

Save me.

I'm a deserter from Morgan's fleet. I'll hang for it. Save me, please.

Save me?

Get up there and help Worley.

Go on! Get up there! Get up there and help him stave off the attack.

Save me!

Course I'll save you.

-I am the King of Spain.

-Of course you are.

-You and I are much alike.

-Of course we are.

You're going to kill Morgan yourself.

Kill Morgan?

-Ha-harr, you'll charge his men and then you'll drive 'em all into the sea.

-Charge?

-Arr. And they'll run like pigs thinking you are me.

-Pigs.

-Arr. Can you holler?

-Eh?

Can you HOLLER?

All right, then, keep hollering,

"Gather around! Gather around Ned Teach!"

-Gather to you?

-No, no, no! You are me.

-Gather to me!

-Now you've got it!

-Gather to me!

-Arr! That's right.

You'll have a gay time out there, you will, when they hear that.

-Gather to me!

-Hey-ey!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Blackbeard's crew is cut off and beaten. He's either dead or taken.

Go down that ravine. It'll take you straight to Morgan.

If only you hadn't made an enemy of him.

I'm not sorry. If I hadn't set out to convict Morgan, I'd never have met you.

Will I...ever see you again?

Maybe. If you come to Morgan's trial.

You still won't give up that idea.

I have to finish him. I'm the only man who can.

You fool.

You fool!

Gather to me! Gather to me!

Here, have one more pull. That's right.

-Now be the time. Off you go.

-Gather to me! Gather to...

What is it?

I'll bring Morgan back here and tell him of our plan to kill him.

Arr? Arr, you do that.

-Arr, that's right. You go on there.

-Gather to me! Gather to me! Gather to me!

Gather to me!

Arr, arr.

Blackbeard?!

Ned Teach himself. I never thought to see the day. He'd look better without a head.

I think he's full dead, sir. >

-Good. Fetch me a basket.

-A what, sir?

-A basket!

His head'll decorate Port Royal plaza.

I vowed I'd bring in this head with my own hands.

Robert!

-Uncle Jeremy!

-Are you daft, lad?

Let your face be seen by anyone that knows you and your head'll be up there too. We'll meet in the tavern.

-What's happened? Where's Briggs?

-Sailing to England in chains. He and Governor Vaughan both.

-Morgan's governor now.

-Morgan?

Aye. And they're all out looking for you.

Morgan's sending Blackbeard's ship to England at midnight.

I've arranged a passage for you. Here's your trunk with your clothes.

Where's Edwina?

-Up at the Grand Palace, virtually a prisoner.

-Sir Henry's?

-Aye.

EDWINA: Why are these all over town?

Fine piece of printing.

You can't hang the man who got me away from Blackbeard.

Have to, before he gets the King to hang me. I'm a patriot.

My privateers are fighting off Spain's warships.

-Ain't that patriotic?

-In time of peace, it's piracy.

That's why I can't afford to have this Maynard alive.

He tried to send me down. ME, Sir Henry Morgan!

-I suppose if I ran away with him you'd hang him for that.

-You'd have to find him first.

-You won't run away.

-I already have.

-You saw some jewels and just had to make off with them, so like your old man!

-And I'm proud of it.

Me too, but a proper brought-up girl shouldn't behave that way.

You ought to be doing something useful.

His Majesty commands me to send you to England as lady-in-waiting to the Queen. How do you like that?

I'd hate it!

THAT ain't patriotic. You may have to do some fetching and carrying,

but if you sail with the wind, say the right thing at the right time, I might become LORD Henry.

Lord Henry Morgan.

Yes, a lady-in-waiting you'll be.

You'll be waiting a long time for that.

He's here. Who?

Maynard. In the garden. He's walked right into their hands.

I told him that but he just laughed.

Edwina!

I've thought of that so often.

-I have too. Morgan means to kill you. You've got to get away.

-I know.

I'm sailing for England tonight. Will you come with me?

Oh, yes, darling. Anywhere.

Meet me at Crow's Wharf a little before midnight.

I'll be there. Goodbye.

-You can't wait any longer. The ship should be under way now.

-Just a few minutes more.

-The lass is not coming.

-She'll be here.

-The captain won't wait.

If he don't sail, he'll have Morgan down on him. You're a fool to linger.

-I'm sorry I'm late.

-No time to talk.

No deck watch.

Nobody's around.

I'll go down below and see who's there. You wait here.

No, I'll come with you.

Captain Totten?

This is the captain!

Let's get ashore.

-This is a taken ship.

-Taken by whom?

I don't know.

Hey-hey! Ha-ha-ha!

Ha-ha-ha-ha! He-he!

DOOR IS BOLTED

-That can't possibly be. We saw his head.

-But it is.

-Sir Henry.

-Yes?

-All the prisoners have been liberated from the jail.

-When did this happen?

-The jailer says Blackbeard did it.

-He's dead.

-He ran a cutlass through the jailer and he swears it was Blackbeard.

-When was this?

-Three hours ago.

-The jailer's dying.

-If it was Blackbeard, why should he want to empty the jail? To get a crew.

-Was his ship in the harbour when you came in?

-She was leaving.

So that's it! The black-hearted butcher!

He thinks he can hoodwink Henry Morgan. Two can play that game.

He might run from me but he wouldn't run from the sight of a rich Spanish galleon.

We'll have some devilment tonight. We'll use that galleon as a bait for Blackbeard.

When he closes on her, he'll find himself outgunned, outwitted and dead as mutton. Come on!

Open up this hatch.

Here! Come on up from down there!

I know you ain't armed. I saw you come aboard.

-Then come down after me.

-Arr, that I will.

Here I come, fair or foul.

Blast away, I fear no man.

GUN IS FIRED

Sawrrbones, you'll pay for that.

That be your last load.

-Then you come down this time.

-Ha-arr, I will.

-Sail off the larboard bow.

-Can you make her out?

-She's a galleon.

Worley, man the guns!

WORLEY SHOUTS ORDERS

-It's the Santa Clara. This is a good one.

-Pretty big. Twice the guns we got.

She'll be all right once we board her.

Steady as you go!

Try her range.

On the upward row, fire!

Cap'n Teach! Cap'n Teach, she's shown her colours.

Morgan!

Go below and fetch the Mansfield girl up here. And tell that sawrrbones to sharpen up his knives.

He'll soon be needing of them.

Wait a minute! I'll go up with you.

Arr, lash her to the mizzen pinrail so that Uncle Harry can take a good look at her.

She's a fair sight for any man to set eyes on.

Turn your face around and let Uncle Harry see what a pretty head we've got.

All right.

Scurvy, fetch Mainyard up here!

We'll tie him to the rigging and flog him.

Maybe that'll keep your pretty head up.

Fire!

Here, lash him up.

By Jupiter, Edwina!

Hold your fire!

Stand by to come about.

Ease her in to board.

We'll take Teach alive.

Now he holds his fire. I knowed I had him!

On the up-roll, fire!

Stand by, we'll fire together.

Fire!

Well aimed! >

-You've cut away his topsail.

-I did.

-Clear away, mister.

-Bos'n, clear away the wreckage.

-Shall we continue the action, sir?

-No. Manoeuvre to bring him close.

-When they come aboard, you know what to do.

-Aye aye, sir.

Arr, 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 foreyard.

Board and away!

-Things are going against us, sir.

-How many men you got in reserve?

-Two and thirty, sir.

-Raise them out.

Bring out the reserves!

Too many for us.

Morgan!

You take this ship and you'll take her head with it.

Call off your men and cast adrift.

But we're winning, sir. We have them at our mercy and the ship is ours.

-Cast off, I say!

-Aye aye, sir.

Cut loose. Cast off forrad. >

Hey-hey! I knew it!

ALL SHOUT AT ONCE

We'll call this one a draw, Morgan!

It's now for the treasure, I tell ye, while we're still alive.

Diamonds don't do a dead man no good.

DUTCHMAN: You, Worley, you with us?

-Yes. What about Blackbeard?

-The devil with Bl...

Arr, the devil'll see you first.

I myself will arrange that. Worley, what be all this blabber about?

-They want to go ashore and get the treasure.

-We got no longboat.

We got the boat we took from the fishermen,

so let's see the treasure we signed on for.

Yeah, I want ten full barrels.

-We dig in the morning.

-We dig tonight or we cut you out.

We got two others knows where it lies. Worley, Mainyard.

Ben, be you for this...

or agin it?

What's the difference? Tonight or tomorrow?

All right, then, have it your own way.

Worley, take Mainyard and bring that treasure back here.

-Go fetch the sawbones.

-Aye aye.

Gizzard, that's the last you'll see of Mr Worley and the sawrrbones.

Phew!

There's a dead man down there.

He bite you? Haul him downwind.

-Get to the treasure!

-That'll be Jubil what dug the hole.

-There's an iron chest just below.

-There had better be for the sake of your neck.

-The natives could have taken it.

-Natives don't touch pirate graves.

Only you and you and Blackbeard was here.

There's nothing here but a hole.

Heat an iron - pistol barrel works.

We'll tie 'em down and make 'em talk.

-I wasn't here when this hole was filled.

-Nor I!

Our boat drifted away. Him and me were securing it. Teach was here with Jubil. Blackbeard lied.

He's hid it somewhere else.

Hold them tight. For once he can't kick.

That ruins a good pistol.

Lay it on.

Here's a chest. >

It's here, the treasure!

Ja! There it is! Come, pull.

Oh, it's heavy! It's good and heavy.

Capitan! Capitan!

-What is it?

-Mr Worley and his men are coming, sir.

Gizzard, come here.

Look here, you carry out these orders.

Hurry up, boys. Come on.

Let's see.

Out there, you said you'd kill Blackbeard when we got back.

Well...we're back.

What are you waiting for?

GUNSHOT

Worley's done for Blackbeard. Now who'll see the devil first?!

Get a sledge.

GUNSHOT

Throw those lice in the hold!

Get below there!

Batten them down and let them suffocate.

The thieving scum!

Make fast there.

MANIC LAUGHTER

What's the matter? You crazy? What makes you laugh?

Blackbeard.

So he thinks he's got us trapped, does he?

Well, the laugh is on him.

Here, where's Mainyard? Bring him here.

Edwina.

-Are you all right?

-Yes.

-We've got to get off this ship.

-How?

-Out the window. We'll swim ashore. I'll help you. Are you willing?

-Yes.

You'll have to take off that dress. I'll see if all's clear.

Aha! Four and twenty bilge rats rotting in an 'old.

When the hatch was opened away had gone the gold!

Here, me buccos, go below and break out some rum.

Lash it up.

Only the devil and us will know where this is going.

All right, haul away there.

Tie it up.

Here, get down in the boat.

Here.

Go ahead. I'll follow you.

The treasure!

The treasure!

My pearls! My PEARLS!

My pearls! I'll kill you!

No, not so quick. I know a slow way.

We'll dig right here.

Look. Look, there.

The Mansfield girl.

Morgan would pay a big ransom for her. Come on.

BLACKBEARD WHIMPERS

Arr!

He'll be waiting there when Morgan comes. This time the right head will hang in Port Royal plaza.

No, I don't want to see it.