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Mm.

Mm-hm, mm-hm.

Major, you better hurry back there.

Oh, no! Not Cappy Darrin again!

Bill, you've got to go stop that old goat.

Major, I just remembered, I have to go check the stock.

I'll see you later. B-Bill!

Ohh!

Hold it up, Tuck.

You got me ringing more than that goldong bell.

Well done, lad. That'll bring them skipping to the deck.

All right, now, just why in tarnation

are you ringing that bell this time of night?

Come on, speak up, Charlie,

and you better make it good,

or I'll ring that bell with your head.

The fact is, Cappy says you've got this wagon train way off course.

He said if you keep on going like you have been, we'll wind up in Peru.

Peru, huh?

That's right. It's my calculations.

And if you don't change your bearings,

we're going to be in Mexico tomorrow.

So it's Peru now, is it?

Cappy couldn't make a mistake.

We are heading for Peru!

Oh, it's getting serious, Major.

Yes, I should say it is getting serious.

Serious enough to vibrate a whole wagon train,

keeping these poor people awake

with that confounded fire bell of yours.

That's a ship's bell, Major! A ship's bell,

from the good ship Shenandoah.

I don't care if it's Big Ben from London Tower,

you ring that thing again tonight,

and by golly, I'm gonna melt it down to metal

and make an axe out of it and use it on you!

I-I just wanted to warn you about the Ephemerides.

The Ephe... the Ephe-what?

The Ephemerides.

Here it is, right here,

in this American Nautical Almanac.

That's the Bible for every seaman.

Why, this marks the exact Ephemerides

of the planets Venus, Mars, and Jupiter,

and the location of 55 stars!

How else would you expect to get the latitude of Polaris

and know where you are?

That's right, Major.

Polaris! Peru! Poppycock!

You listen to me, old sailor,

this is the Overland Trail,

and I know every wagon wheel rut in it

from one end to the other.

A wagon wheel rut is no better marker

than wave on the high seas.

Where we goin' now?

We're goin' to bed, that's where we're goin'!

Now turn in, all of you. Go on, get out of here!

Hey, old-timer, how about giving me a squint

through that thingamabob,

so's I can find my way back to my wagon?

You scuttle after!

I'll give you something to drag your anchor by.

Come on, sonny, you've got to go to bed too.

I want to go over these charts with your grandpa.

You know, Tuck,

I'm not really gonna swallow your grandpa when I bite him.

He's much too salty for my taste.

It's too bad we're shipping out when we get to San Francisco.

You could use some good navigating, full-time.

Yeah, I probably could, Tuck.

It's a long ways from Peru to San Francisco.

First, I've got to get your course straight with the captain.

Good night, boy.

Ah, Skipper, I want to have a little talk with you.

Come on up to my wagon, will you?

Ahoy! Ahoy, Cappy!

You forgot the charts and your ship's log!

Right you are, Tuck. I'll come about.

Ahh...

Don't take it so hard, Major. I don't think it's all your fault.

The way I see it, that Flint McCullough should share some of the blame.

I've kind of had my doubts about him all along.

I guess it's really true, Charlie.

There's no fool like an old fool.

That ain't fair, Major. You wait and see.

Cappy knows what he's doing.

Oh, Cappy knows exactly what he's doing.

I had my mind on somebody else, Charlie.

Yeah. Come to think of it, you are getting a few more gray hairs up there.

Oh, you...!

Have you got enough ammunition, Cappy?

Enough to sink the Spanish Armada, son.

But can you really straighten things out?

I think Major Adams knows.

Well, maybe so,

but you just remember the password.

I'm Cappy Darrin,

and I don't give up my ship or my shipmate.

I've been through the mill, ground and bolted,

and I've come out a regular-built,

Down East Johnny cake.

Sink 'em good, Grandpa.

I've got my sea legs now. Don't you worry about it.

Could I help you, Admiral?

Sir. Yeah, thanks.

Yes, sir, a deviation of 30 degrees right to here.

You mean we're south of the Santa Fe trail already?

Well, if that's what you want to make it, Wooster.

You see, a navigation chart

wouldn't bother about marking a trifling wagon road.

Cappy, those "trifling wagon roads" you talk about

can be two miles wide.

How come?

Well, you see, there's always stock

goes along with a wagon train,

and they've got to graze.

Now, the more trains that go through,

the more grass they eat,

and the wider the trail becomes.

Well, I might suggest that they make a change,

the next time that the Bureau of Navigation

prints up some charts.

Well, I guess, then, that you think I must have made a mistake.

But what bothers me is how,

after all these years traveling the same trail,

I could end up this year 30 degrees off course?

You're right. It doesn't seem possible, does it?

No, it doesn't, Charlie.

Well, there was no reason for it.

There were no currents or rough seas to speak of.

It was merely a matter of faulty steering, that's what it was.

I still think it was that scout's fault.

Cappy, if I didn't know you so doggone well,

I'd have given you no quarter to begin with,

but now you've just gone too far

with your nautical nonsense,

with that sextant and that compass

and the charts

and that confounded logbook.

Now, let me tell you something...

Neither the moon nor the sun,

nor any of those 55 stars you talk about,

including Polaris,

is going to change the course of this wagon train

or destiny.

But it's in the stars, Major.

We're heading for... We're heading right for Kingston...

and we'll be there tomorrow afternoon,

and nothing you can do or say is going to trick me into bypassing it.

Now, Cappy, you'd better get your cargo ready,

because Tuck is not going with you to San Francisco.

Charlie. Yes, sir?

Why don't you get us a hot drink?

It's a good idea. We have had a nippy night.

You know, I've watched you raise that boy

from the day that his dad dropped right beside me at Vicksburg.

You made a good sailor out of him,

a darn good sailor, and he's man enough

to stand up to a man-sized disappointment without flinching.

But his mother had no right to give Tuck to Mason Hardy.

Jack Hardy's son belongs to me.

Cappy, it was her will and testament.

She was trying to do the best she could for the boy,

to give him the best advantages.

Advantage? What advantage is it to keep a fish out of water?

Tuck belongs to the sea, Major. You know that.

You can see it in his eyes and in his walk.

Why, you contentious old rapscallion,

you've got more bite with those sharp words

than you have in those store teeth of yours.

Store teeth!

Why, I'll have you know I haven't started to cut my second teeth yet!

At 70, Cappy? I'm 50.

Yes, I should say you are 50, and then some.

I don't feel over 20!

And if you feel contrary to that,

just step up to that line.

Cappy, you know, sometimes you act younger than Tuck.

Maybe I ought to take you over my knee and spank you.

Come on up here and toe the mark.

Tumble up here.

I'll take in your sail. Come on.

Cappy, it's really your sails that need taking in.

Whether you know it or not,

you're making it a lot tougher on Tuck than should be.

You're the only man in the world

that could open up Tuck's heart

so he could live with his uncle.

Oh, he... he's a perfect stranger to the boy.

He's not a stranger to you or to me.

I soldiered with Tuck's father and Mason Hardy for four years.

Hardy's a good man, and you know it.

He's good enough to tame Kingston

and end up owning the biggest silver mine in the territory.

Now, why is it you can't satisfy yourself

to stay with him and Tuck?

Why?

I'll tell you why... because Kingston is landlocked.

It's over a thousand miles to water that way,

and it's over a thousand miles to water that way.

Why, me and Tuck would end up turning into

a couple of dry desert lizards or something.

Cappy...

haven't you seen enough water for one lifetime?

I've gotta go.

Major, are you sure you won't take a look?

People read a lot of things in the stars.

I know, Cappy. It wouldn't do any good.

I don't have the power to change 'em.

Where'd he go, Major?

Well, Charlie, I'm...

I'm afraid I made the old fellow walk the plank.

TUCK: Seven bells, and all's well.

Seven bells, and all's well.

Ahoy.

Ahoy.

Permission requested to come aboard, mate.

Lay forward and give us the word.

I'm Cappy Darrin, young sir.

I've been through the mill, ground and bolted,

and I've come out a regular-built, Down East Johnny cake.

How come you forgot part of it?

You know, after "I'm Cappy Darrin,"

it's supposed to go, "And I don't give up my ship or my shipmate."

Well, we've...

we've got that to talk about, Tuck.

Permission granted to come aboard, sir.

Sit down, Tuck.

Tell me something, Tuck,

do you know what a ship of the line is?

Sure. She's a ship of war

big enough to have a place in the line of battle.

That's exactly it.

Well, in a manner of speaking,

that was about the size of Major Adams tonight.

I didn't see it till he opened his big guns up

and sank me to the bottom.

But I can help next time.

No.

It would be too late and too little.

No, there's no way around it.

We dock in Kingston tomorrow,

and you'll be staying with your uncle here on in.

I won't!

I'm sorry, but he's your guardian, your uncle.

You're my grandfather. He has the right by law.

No, he doesn't, not as long as you're the captain.

But that's only on the water.

You see, Tuck, on land,

your uncle has a rank like admiral,

and Major Adams captains for him,

and he has his duty to deliver you there.

They can't impress a seaman off his own ship!

They're nothing but pirates!

It's my fault that you see them that way.

All you've heard is my black temper

and my wagging tongue against them.

You just haven't seen them right.

But they're landlubbers!

Well, your uncle is...

well, your uncle is a sort of a good landlubber,

and he means to do well by you.

He wants to make a fine gentleman out of you.

I don't care!

Then you'll just have to take your orders from me,

and trust that I know what's best.

Don't do it, Cappy. Please don't make me.

Nobody wants to hurt you, Tuck.

You... you lied. You lied to me.

Never were gonna take me with you.

You just want to get rid of me so you can go by yourself.

Oh, you can't believe that, Tuck,

you just can't!

Why, I'd take you, but, Tuck, there's still another side,

and maybe it's a better side.

You know, Mason stands for your education

and the right schools and the best teachers.

How can you side with him?

You've been teaching me.

You're the best teacher in the whole world.

There isn't but one school.

You said we've got to take it out of this bottle.

Aye, a ship is the best school,

and there's none better to make a real man.

But you know, Tuck, the sea is a hard master,

and there's some, like Mason,

that call it a devil.

Maybe he's right, that you first should have

more learning and more growing.

Like what, Cappy?

Don't I know this ship well enough?

I know her by heart.

See, look.

At this end, the bowsprit.

Here's the flying jib,

this 3-cornered sail that goes up along its boom

along these stays,

and comes to the top-gallant masthead.

And, see, it's held to these stays

by these rings called hanks, and over here...

Listen, I-I know what you know, Tuck.

You don't have to prove yourself to me.

Then you'll take me?

Well, if you're...

I don't know, if you were just a little older.

You were only 12 when you ran away to sea,

and you did it by yourself!

Yeah, but it was different.

There was none that wanted to look out for me.

See, you've got your uncle and Major Adams.

They'd scour the whole country,

and the minute they caught us,

they'd hang me from the yardarm at dawn!

With you navigating, they couldn't catch us.

You'd outmaneuver 'em easy.

Well, we'd have to stay away from the train's trail.

You see, the wake of a ship disappears by itself,

but we couldn't help but leave wheel tracks.

You can do it, Cappy, I know you can.

Well...

the Bay of San Francisco's a long ways off,

and this is a strange kind of an ocean

for the kind of man I am, you know.

Lord Nelson didn't run from Trafalgar.

John Paul Jones didn't give up, no matter what.

It wouldn't be like you not to try.

All right.

Get the schooner ready. She sails tonight.

Aye-aye, sir!

Now, the first thing for you to do

is to look in the grub box.

Maybe we could get some food in Kingston.

Oh, Kingston's the last port we'd want to make for.

No, it isn't like me to do things like this,

but we'll have to turn pirate,

and we'll lay siege against Wooster's galley.

Ah.

I sort of thought that this thing would come in handy someday.

What are you looking for, Cappy?

Ah, here's the magic, Tuck!

Chinese firecrackers, right from Hong Kong!

You know what we'll do?

We'll have our own Fourth of July

and make our own freedom tonight!

What's the matter?

Come on.

By golly, I must be gettin' old.

You gettin' that feelin' again?

That's about the fourth time I've yawned in the last 15 minutes.

You're not worried about that trouble between

the Pawnee and Comanche, are you?

No, we've been through here before

when the Pawnee were raiding the Comanche hunting grounds.

After a hard winter, there's never enough feed for their buffalo.

Yeah, but hungry people aren't particular who they steal from.

We'll be all right, as long as we stick to the trail.

They'd have to be pretty desperate

before they'd jump an Armada like this.

Say, you're getting to sound like old Cappy,

using that seafaring talk.

Well, comes kinda natural.

I don't guess I ever told you, Bill,

when I was a boy, I had an awful hankering for the sea.

What boy didn't?

Oh, four bells, huh?

I'd better relieve Ed and check the livestock.

"Four bells"? Now who's using seafaring talk?

Long as you're out there, Bill,

you'd better keep your eye peeled for any Pawnee,

just in case.

All right.

Pshew. That sure was a close one.

Say, you coming down with a chill?

Nah, it was just a tickle.

Well, just the same, you'll get a good dose of calomel.

Wouldn't do at all to get sick at at a time like this.

Nothing could make me sicker than calomel.

Nonsense. There's not a ship afloat that hasn't got

a store of calomel in its medicine chest.

You can hold your nose when you take it.

All right, sir.

And see that you don't spit it out behind my back.

I wouldn't disobey you, sir.

It's nasty-tasting stuff, but it's good.

It's all clear.

As soon as I get down to the galley, you start to count.

Now, give me till 50, and then hoot like an owl.

Hoo! Aye-aye, sir!

Ahoy!

Wooster! Yeah?

Wooster! Ahoy! What is it?

Look alive there!

What is all the ruckus out here?

Not so loud. They'll hear us.

Who will hear us?

What are you doing out here in the middle of the night, anyway?

Keep still.

What is it you're hearing?

Oh, they're very clever, you know.

Cappy, I don't know what you're up to, and I don't much care.

TUCK: Hoo! Hoo! Shh! There it is again!

You're hearing things that ain't here, and I'm tell...

Hoo! Hoo!

Is that what you're hearing?

That's an Indian, Wooster!

Cappy, you might have fooled me with that seagoing talk,

but nobody fools old Wooster when it comes to owls.

I know my owls!

Do you think I'd come all the way down here

and wake you up out of a sound sleep

if I wasn't sure that there was an Indian prowling around here?

Yes, I do, but I don't know why. But I know one thing...

You're not gonna hog-swaddle me twice in one night.

Now, you go on and leave me alone.

All right, all right. I was looking for the Major in the first place.

I suppose I gave you too much credit

to handle a serious thing like this.

Hoo! Hoo!

Cappy, hear that up in the woods?

Yes. Sounds like an owl.

Not that one, my friend. Ooh, I see what you mean.

McCullough's been expecting trouble.

Them Indians's up Kingston way, and that might be them.

Well, come on, Wooster, let's have a look.

You go get the Major and Hawks,

and I'll hitch up my pants.

No, the Major'll think it's another of those false alarms.

We'd better make sure before we call the Major.

Yeah, I forgot.

All right, I'm ready.

Ready or not, full astern.

No. Astern, mate, astern.

I thought we'd check your owl first.

I'm willing to trust your judgment, Wooster.

Thank you, Cappy.

Astern we go. Come on, now.

Wait, wait!

You might miss and give away our position!

Yeah. I can't see anything, anyway.

Cappy, I think they're too much for us.

We'd better go back and warn the camp.

Do you want to take a chance on being wrong?

This is a heckuva way to prove something, ain't it,

trying to get ourselves killed.

Well, will you look at that?

Poor fellow must have a sore throat.

He sure don't sound like the usual run of owls around these parts.

Don't be so quick to hoist your sail.

Are you forgetting that you nearly shot at something just a minute back?

Yeah, it was possibly a falling acorn. Come on.

What was that?! What?

That shadow moving over there. Where?

Leeward, athwart our horse.

Cappy, talk so I'll know what you're saying.

Oh, come on. Follow me.

Now, wait a minute, Cappy.

I found me an owl,

and that's all the traipsing around the brush

I'm gonna do in my long johns tonight.

I'm sorry you made me do this, Wooster,

but you were in such a hurry to get back.

What kind of a joke is this, Cappy?

You put that thing down before it blows us both up!

Mr. Wooster, you'll do exactly as you're told,

or you may rest assured that I'll use this fine old relic.

Are you serious, Cappy?

Serious enough to resort to piracy, under the circumstances.

Put your hands behind your neck and lay forward.

Go ahead!

Get some rope, Tuck!

You're not gonna hang me, are you?

We're taking on supplies right now.

If you're planning on cutting out tonight, you're making a big mistake.

Tuck, do you know what the flogging position is aboard ship?

Yes, sir.

Well, tie him the same way to the wheel.

Come on.

It's too bad you had to get in the way, Wooster.

Are you gonna shoot him, Cappy?

You wouldn't do that, would you?

I will if it's necessary.

Fox! Schenck! Denton! Fort up your wagons!

Put up some barricades, and keep your women and children behind 'em!

Wooster!

Where were you when the shooting started?

I was out checking some owls Cappy told me about.

Cappy? Yeah.

Cappy Darrin?

Owls?

♪ O, blow the man down, sailor, blow the man down ♪

♪ Way, hey, blow the man down ♪

♪ Just haul her up high, we are sailing tonight ♪

♪ Give me some time to blow the man down ♪

♪ O, blow the man down, sailor, blow the man down ♪

♪ Way, hey, blow the man down ♪

♪ Just haul her up high, we are sailing tonight ♪

♪ Give me some time to blow the man down ♪

Ohh.

Give me a hand with these boots, Bill, will you?

My feet are killing me.

If I ever catch up with that Cappy Darrin...

Ah, well... Pull!

He won't get too far.

I'll get some men and start looking for him.

I can't spare you, Bill, I need you.

I've still got livestock to round up,

and, by golly, I want to get to Kingston by tomorrow.

Well, you know, a lone wagon can get into a lot of trouble.

I just hope that old coot fares a little bit better

than that Ancient Mariner I read about when I was a kid.

Seems like his shipmates tied a dead albatross around his neck.

If I don't sound too ignorant,

what the heck is an albatross?

Well, it's kind of a funny-looking bird.

He's got big pop eyes and a...

Hey, come to think about it, where's Charlie?

Wooster!

Wooster!

BILL: Something's moving this wagon.

Sure is.

Well...

What do you got to say for yourself, you old albatross?

You let 'em fool you again, huh?

They had a cannon in my back, Major.

The man was desperate, I tell you.

What'd you do, help 'em?

Right up to the time they put that gag in my mouth,

I was trying to talk 'em out of going away. Honest.

Well, I guess we might as well get moving.

It's almost dawn.

The sooner we get to Kingston,

The sooner I can start tracking down that old barnacle. Come on.

Close it up!

Ugh!

Now I feel better.

How can you feel better if I'm the one that has to take it?

Well, it does something for me too.

I never seen you take any.

Well, I've never been that sick.

Want to get my glass here.

What are you looking for, Cappy?

Water!

This vessel's leaving tracks.

Water's our only chance to cover our wake.

Otherwise, they'll find us for sure.

There's a stream marked in this guidebook,

called the Platte River, see?

Where'd you get this book, Tuck?

From Major Adams' wagon.

I thought maybe it'd show some other trails

besides the one the wagon train's on.

Did you find any? Unh-unh.

But, see, if we cut across the Platte River,

we'd miss Kingston

and pick up the main trail way ahead of Major Adams.

Oh, mariners don't need a trail!

We'll just steer a compass course right for the Platte.

Here's something else I got from Wooster,

special for you.

Hardtack! I knew you'd like it.

Why, we're getting closer to the sea every minute.

Let's get ready to sail.

Giddyup!

Whoa, whoa! Heave to!

Shouldn't we scuttle some of the cargo, Cappy?

Well, uh, there's that supercargo

that I was saving for the Polynesians

when we get to Tahiti, you know?

I don't think we'll need any jewelry or necklaces for trading around here.

Aye, it's dead weight.

And we don't need the ballast here.

Now, watch yourself there.

Wait a minute there, now, wait a minute, now.

Come on, pull with me. It's heavy.

Come on, now.

Look out. Look out, Tuck.

Well, let's try it again, Tuck. Come on.

Come on! Come on!

Cast off the lines.

Ahoy.

I think we're about ready to set sail.

You think this is the Platte, Cappy?

No, no, but we must be getting close.

Look! Hm?

Let's weigh anchor for the Platte.

Come on, Tuck!

Hurry up, Tuck!

Come on, now.

Pawnee?

Oh, probably some friendly natives. Giddyup!

They're not shooting at us.

Here, they probably want to see our colors.

Whoa! Heave to!

We'd better let them come alongside.

Hey, what's the big idea?

Here, you can't do that!

Here, just a minute here!

Keep your scroungy hands off that boy!

Here! Here, you let go or I'll...!

Let go, mate, or I'll have you flogged.

Oh, so you're a boarding party, eh?

Well, you can save yourself a lot of trouble

because we've already scuttled our treasure.

It's back there a few leagues.

You bring guns to our enemy, the Pawnee.

Guns? No, you got the whole thing wrong, mate.

No, I brought pretty things,

you know, like beads and combs and scarfs...

You know, for the ladies.

They're yours for the taking, Chief.

They're right down there.

We're on our way to San Francisco, sir.

That's it. Now you got it.

Army glass. Navy. That's my glass!

You help Pawnee steal buffalo from us, sell them guns.

No! We haven't seen any Pawnee,

and we don't intend to, either.

You leave wagon road, come on our hunting ground,

help Pawnee sell guns like other white traders.

W-we're telling the truth.

We're going to canoe over big mountains.

Him tell truth. You speak with forked tongue.

This Army glass.

Navy glass.

Chief, you don't know the difference between

a good Navy spyglass and a pair of worthless Army binoculars.

I keep. You go back wagon road.

Oh, no, no.

We're going to the Platte.

Wagon road. Platte. Glass stay here.

Hey, hey, Chief,

you don't know what you're asking.

No self-respecting sea captain would give up his telescope!

Huh!

He sure drives a harder bargain than his Polynesian cousins.

Come on, Tuck, let's go.

Close 'em up back there!

Bill, Kingston's only about 10 miles ahead now.

I'm gonna go back and find that old barnacle.

Want me to go with you?

No, you go ahead and take 'em on in.

Look up Mason Hardy, and he'll show you a place to camp

and make arrangements for the folks to go to church on Sunday.

All right. You know, Major,

I think some good might come out of this. Oh, you do, huh?

I think ol' Cappy will be so tired,

he'll want to sit it out a while.

He'll probably be strong enough to knock over an ox

and hearty enough to eat it. I'll catch up with you later.

All right, let's keep 'em closed up!

Well, five fathoms deep.

Is that bad, Cappy? It couldn't be worse.

The Platte sure has grown since Major Adams marked it down.

It's a full-blown river now.

We'd better get in.

Can we really get across here? Isn't it too deep?

Oh, it's simply a matter of displacing more water than the weight of the ship.

It's the principle of flotation.

Won't she ship water?

Not if you'll bear a hand.

If you'll bear a hand and cork her seams,

why, we'll be across the Platte in no time.

She's floating! We're really afloat!

Well, of course we are.

You didn't doubt the principles of flotation, did you?

Not exactly, but I couldn't help wondering

why you loaded all the food and bedding in the lifeboat.

Well, there was too much ballast in the wagon bed, that's all.

Cappy. What is it, son?

There's some water leaking in.

You've got to expect seepage until the boards wet up and expand.

How much seepage, Cappy?

My goodness!

That caulking must have been a little old.

What'll we do now, Cappy?

There's always a little bilge water in the best of ships!

You think we ought to abandon ship?

I'm surprised at you. Abandon ship?

It's sink or swim, Tuck!

That's a boy. Abandon ship!

We're not completely sunk, are we, Cappy?

Waterlogged, that's all.

That wagon can't possibly go to the bottom.

Could she still be made to float?

Well, you might say she's floating underwater.

We'll get her out.

Nothing like good navy bean soup

after a good swim, eh, Tuck?

Wonderful.

You warm enough?

Say, you're shivering something terrible!

No I'm not. I'm just kind of wiggling

'cause the soup feels so good goin' down.

Yeah? Well, let me just feel your forehead there.

No, I'm... I'm fine, Cappy. I'm really all right.

We'll see about that.

I think I'll take some more medicine, to make sure.

Well, you must have been feeling very desperate today

to take that stuff all by yourself.

I just couldn't let myself get sick. Not now, Cappy.

Well, gosh!

You shouldn't try to hide that from me.

Why, that's like deceiving yourself.

You'd have taken me back. I know you would.

Well, I'm thinking about doing that anyways, Tuck.

I'll feel better, Cappy, I swear I will.

You'll see. Wait till morning.

Oh, sometimes you... Well, sometimes you...

Are you too tired to hear a story?

I'd like a scary one that comes out good.

A real scary one?

Lie down.

It was dark and stormy, it was,

and the good ship Shenandoah

was tossed and rolled on a heavy sea.

She was bound for the Bay of San Francisco,

and she was carrying...

Well, carrying a prize that was worth

a king's ransom to her captain.

Gold and jewels?

No, no, lad, no.

It was a human prize.

He was the cabin boy,

a youngster, much like you,

and much more precious than the value of metal or bauble.

But listen now.

Hear it?

Do you hear the angry waters hitting the bow

with force and noise like giant sledgehammers?

Aye, it had been a terrible journey up till now,

and if you'd look on the deck, you know just what I mean.

She was...

she was a ship without a crew.

Only the captain and his cabin boy

manned the gallant ship.

Alone they had loosed the mainsail

and escaped the captivity of a pirate fleet

in the Straits of Magellan.

Struck out on their own, they did,

against impossible odds,

for the good captain would not be delivered with his prize

to the waiting clutches of the Admiral of Cape Horn.

Aye, he would rather dare the Fates

and tempt the wrath of the Furies.

It was near the Galapagos Islands,

off the coast of Peru,

when the captain became aware that something was wrong.

The captain took his trusty spyglass.

He was not mistaken!

The most feared pirate of the seven seas was fast approaching.

The captain shouted orders,

and the poor cabin boy struggled with all his might and main.

"Sheet home the fore royal!" cried the captain.

"Weather sheets home," answered the boy.

"Taut leech! Belay!"

But hard as they puffed,

they were no match for the blackguards.

The overhauled the Shenandoah

and boarded her!

It was none other than Captain Seth Bly himself,

master of the pirate fleet

and one of the most infamous rogues of all time.

And with him, the most bloodthirsty crew

ever gathered together.

Oh, it was a terrible sight, just to see those cutthroats

brandishing their cutlasses,

swarming aboard the defenseless merchantman.

They charged the deck, swaggering and gloating as they came.

The cabin boy was a brave, stout-hearted lad.

He reached for a marlinspike,

and meant to go down fighting.

Now the captain drew his own blade.

He was a man-o'-warsman, make no mistake about it.

He could have struck Bly down where he stood,

but he looked at the lad whom he loved so well,

and he weighed the odds against them...

and he...

well, he...

he just couldn't.

He... he couldn't what, Cappy?

Well, he couldn't fight all those pirates, Tuck.

Is that the end of the story?

That's as far as it goes tonight.

TUCK: There'll be a better ending tomorrow.

They'll... they'll get away.

Cappy, how 'bout letting me give you a hand?

Say, we'd have made it if you hadn't outnumbered us.

You know, Cappy, maybe sometimes it's better

for the pirates to catch up to the good captain

and his cabin boy, hm?

Come on, let's get him into town.

Here you go, laddie.

Mr. Darrin.

How is he, Doc?

Fever can't go much higher.

Hadn't you ought to be in there with him?

He needs another kind of medicine right now.

I'll be back later.

Mason.

Now, you're not going in there

and start another argument with Cappy.

Think of the boy for a change.

That's who I am thinking of.

Cappy started all this by filling Tuck's mind

with a lot of ridiculous fancies.

Ridiculous? Hah! Come off of it, Mason.

You of all people, how could you possibly forget

the wonderful witchery of the sea?

The stories, the chanteys,

the beautiful sight of ships...

I remember! I went to sea!

And all the fine drapery fell off!

Did it? Then how come you put

all that fine drapery in the kid's room,

trying to make it look like a ship of the line?

Well...

maybe there is an afterglow.

Yeah.

The same kind of afterglow

that was burning in Cappy's heart

when he tried to take the kid to sea with him, huh?

That's a lot of nonsense.

Sometimes it's kind of hard to figure

how a man like Cappy would want to follow his star

as much as he does.

Maybe it's because he can't wait much longer

'cause he hasn't got much time left.

Think of that, will you?

Seth...

no man with good sense would go to sea at 70.

You listen to me, Mason.

Great old men with Cappy's spirit rule countries,

and if they have the will, they can still command armies in battle

or captain great ships,

and don't you forget that for a minute!

Don't be hard on the poor lad, Captain.

He's such a little fellow

to be swinging the gantline 'twixt heaven and earth.

Please set him back safe on the deck.

I've been charting it in my mind,

and I think I've got your course now.

There's something you wrote in your own Great Logbook that I remember,

about how Jonah ran away,

and you punished his shipmates for what he did,

so that he'd realize how wrong he was.

And as Jonah said,

"Take me up and cast me into the sea,

"for I know that for my sake

this great tempest is upon you."

Captain, I'm ready to be pitched over

and swallowed by a whale just the same as Jonah,

or anything else you want to do with me.

I realize I...

I should have brought Tuck right straight to Kingston.

But as you already know, I'm just an old faker

and I've never been to sea.

It's just because I was so set on going

that I didn't do what was right by Tuck.

Remember what you said in the Psalms, Captain?

"They that go down to the sea in ships

"and do business in great waters,

"these see the works of the LORD

and His wonders of the deep."

Well, that's something I've wanted to do all my life.

But it doesn't seem important anymore.

Please, Captain,

save this little sailor,

and if you see fit,

let me stay here with him.

Tuck and me, why, we could share the seven seas

no matter where we are, just so that we're together.

Will you please, Captain?

Cappy?

Cappy?

I'm right here, son!

I thought I heard you singing "Shenandoah."

Well, I'm glad you did, Tuck.

Sing it again, Cappy.

♪ Oh, Shenandoah ♪

♪ I long to hear you ♪

♪ Far away ♪

♪ You rolling river ♪

♪ Oh, Shenandoah ♪

♪ I long to hear you ♪

Fleet off the port bow!

Whoa!

Whoa!

There's your friend, Charlie.

They're so happy, they don't care if they ever get to San Francisco.

In case you don't know it, we're gonna have three passengers

to pick up next time we come through Kingston.

You know, that old barnacle has already talked Hardy into a world cruise!

Wagons, ho!

Fine! Fine!