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Good morning.

Please, sir. Bloody wit.

Where I can find this man's bloody wit?

Bloody wit? You've borne out that right, sir.

Mr. Kirk!

Make sure.

How about a morning to you, Captain?

Captain, there's something you've really got to do. Come on now, spit it out. I

haven't got all day.

Well, it's the crew for the New York run, kid.

Well, rather it ain't, if you get my drift. No, I'm damned if I do.

Sir, they thought you was master of the ship.

How did they reckon that?

Then they hear from Mr. Burgess. Morning.

That you've busted arms, and the new master is to be Mr. Blake.

Then they sort of, well, went.

Went?

What, all of them?

Sure. Bless your life. No, sir.

Just the seven in the starboard watch.

Mr. Blake has enemies.

Unless he liked it first off, but life isn't really... When did they go?

First life.

Of course, if Captain Blake had been here, they wouldn't have dared.

You're standing here gossiping like a fishwife.

Now you go and find me seven men that aren't scared of Blake.

Aye, aye, Captain.

And right on.

Try my gammon.

And all the other crimping houses.

I understand no need in his sailing with us.

Aye, he's got to be in his bonnet about some damn thing.

Ship's nearly loaded. We're sailing in 24 hours.

Where is Blake?

Well, he's burying his brother in Carlisle.

Fancy being buried in Carlisle.

Right you are.

All hands on deck.

There's a pleasing sight.

We're devils.

Over one or two more things that'll be of phenomenal use to you on your voyage.

Shall we do that?

You don't understand a word I'm saying.

Because you're ignorant foreigners.

Ain't that so?

Aye, aye, Captain.

Well done, you witless creature.

Is he not a witless creature?

Aye, aye, Captain.

That's very good, you ugly great monster.

That he with? That's me.

Who the hell are you?

What's the law?

That's all.

You'd better down, then.

Join the other poor ignorant devils, you poor ignorant devil.

Not so ignorant.

I speak English, so you be careful.

Oh, aye.

Speak English?

Well, that's a change.

My wife and I want to get to New York.

People say you could help us.

Sorry, friend.

No women.

Could be what you're wild.

Ah, the times I've heard about.

You sold that ring, you could travel on a passenger ship.

There could be difficulties.

You mean you'd never get past the emigration at Ellis Island?

It's a common enough problem.

But that's where I come in.

I teach you enough to pass as a seaman.

Don't do my friends.

And then I get you up earth on a cargo ship.

Cargo ships don't stop at Ellis End.

You work your package and walk off the other end.

In the very heart of New York.

And no questions asked.

Compranio.

I understand.

How much it cost?

Very little. Half your wages.

It's bad.

You take us.

A woman?

Yes.

I'll be sure that's a little novelty.

Not least for her.

You could teach us all we need to know.

By the time I finish reading, the Lord Nelson himself would take you for a

scene.

Right then.

Will I cut her hair?

Or will you do that yourself?

No! Yes, little lady.

Them long tresses may just give you away.

Not thinking of opening an office there, are you, Uncle?

Just a little bit of business I have in mind.

What's your cargo out?

Low iron, mostly.

And the return trip?

Well, now that you've bought Daniel's mill, I fancied you for some cotton.

Ah, the place down here eats the stuff.

Ah, well, then the Christian Raddick's ideal.

How about 500 tons, eh?

About a good price.

And the rate?

Oh, uh, five shillings below the fraser line.

You'll not do better.

Settle.

What sort of cotton?

South Carolina's my preference.

Holds the moisture.

Now tell me the real reason for your trip to New York, Uncle.

When I get back here, while I remember, you might tell Charlotte that it's been

nigh on a fortnight since we've seen young Robert.

Well, you know where we live, Uncle?

Well, it's leddy mostly.

Here.

Why not bring him round for Sunday lunch?

Can Anne come too?

Aye.

Only you never seem to mention her.

Oh, proud father rising up, eh?

Aye, just a little.

Carolina Cotnissie, then.

Eh?

Oh, and would you give Aunt Lizzie a message for me?

Tell her that if she ever gets tired of that factory of hers, give me first

refusal.

Those two Yankee clippers that sailed yesterday took the lot.

Omar Gammon had left with a one -armed Chinese dude.

He's not going to like that one bit.

Morning, sir. I take it we're all set for tomorrow, otherwise we wouldn't be

standing about idle.

Seven iron shorts.

Then you'd best jump to it, Captain Banks.

Kirk's already been round all the grim heritages.

Not an able -bodied man to be had. Well, you haven't looked very hard.

Of course, if I was master on this Voyager, we'd have men queuing up.

You aren't, then.

No, that could be a rage.

Nearly.

Best put it that way.

I want you in one piece.

With respect, sir, Napoleon conquered Europe with one arm.

Aye, and look what happened to him.

Stop it. There must be some around. Look, I'll find you seven men.

Seeing as you're the reason they disappeared in the first place.

Don't tomorrow.

They'll be here, and that's a promise.

Now, that's the kind of talk I like to hear.

Fine words, Mr. Burgess. I believe it when I see it. In that case, I'd better

start now.

Good day to you.

Remember, two arms, two legs, each.

You'll end up with that one -armed Chinese.

Well, I hope for your sake it does better than that.

Long for a fire, isn't it?

I've noticed.

Well, now, what have you done with yourself this morning?

Nothing.

Charlotte, this has got to stop.

William came to see his son.

We turned him away.

He died.

You make it sound inevitable.

As if we had some part in his death.

Haven't we?

No.

Can't you see how badly you treated him? He came to see his son, not to steal

away your wife.

But then you always were jealous of William.

That is not true, Charlotte.

Now, believe me, I'm deeply sorry for what has happened.

But William will not claim a posthumous victory in this house. You may try to

forget him.

I cannot.

Oh, for heaven's sake, I don't ask you to forget him.

Many that you'll consider me for once.

I didn't even go to the funeral.

Are you sure you want all this work done, Mrs. O 'Neill?

I wouldn't be wasting your time on a whim, Mr. Coleman.

Well, I can understand you've protected the building itself.

But with this canteen, enlarging windows, woman in a stove.

I mean it all.

Come cheap, missus.

I didn't expect it, then. Oh, and then there's the roof.

Late need re -nailing.

Guthrie and the down part.

Oh, well, you get away with them for a couple of more years. I want you to do

the lot.

Well, lucky lads, that's all I can say.

Women, Mr. Colford. Women? I mean,

I don't want to do myself out of a job, but... Then stop behaving as if you do.

Aye.

Well, it's, um, 300 pounds so far.

Excluding cooking range.

Still, it's your money, Mrs. Needing.

Aye, it is, Mr. Copeland.

And like it or not, you'll be passing it on to the customer, same as I do.

There's just one thing you'll forget about.

And what's that?

Will they appreciate it?

Now, take your husband's line of work, for example.

Conditions on his ships won't change because the men who sail them are all

thieving rascals.

If he was to give them feather beds and clean linen, they'd steal it soon as

they look at it.

Now, your women... Are not thieving rascals, Mr. Copeland.

How do you wear it?

Now, that's a bright, honest face.

What can I do for you, sir? I want seven men.

Oh, eerie me.

I was put on to you as someone who could find a crew at short notice.

Like for tomorrow at dawn.

But if you're going to disappoint me... What would be your port of destination?

New York.

Every sailor's willing to sign for New York.

Well, I can only promise to do my best.

But such short notice.

Will you call back at dawn tomorrow?

On the off chance, no, I will not.

Must be a shame for you not to show up when I had the seven all lined up and

waiting.

You're a master yourself, then?

Aye.

Seth Burgess, owner and master of the Black Pearl.

Well, it's a pleasure to meet a young go -ahead adventurer like yourself,

Kaplan.

Don't tomorrow, then.

And you'll bring their advances with you.

Five pound a head.

Listen. I want experienced men, my friend.

Heavens above, sir. They'll be old hearts. Good.

Because I have a terrible long memory.

Very wise you are to have that.

You saw Copeland, then?

Yes. He sends his regard.

Well, he would, wouldn't he?

Wants as much business as he can get.

He was just being civil, James.

Did he say when he'd start?

The end of the month.

So long as you know what you're doing. You know my opinion.

Yes, but it's a waste of money.

You know, you could sell that business.

You know Samuel's after it.

Is he?

Aye.

It's the one link in his chain that's missing.

Got me to bring him back cotton.

Got the mill to produce the cloth. He's got his department store to sell it. All

he needs now is your sweatshop to make the stuff up. It is not a sweatshop.

No, it'll be more like a restaurant by the time you're finished.

Was he serious?

Aye.

Oh, he's a good lad, this Samuel.

Got his fingers into everything.

In other words, the true Oneiden. No, wrong with Samuel.

Oh, I guess that's the time.

Aye. I promised Elizabeth I'd meet her in the office.

Luke, um...

I'll be a bit late tonight. I've got a lot of work to do.

She won't be needing any supper.

No!

No, no, tell Mrs. Gibson to leave me out on a cold, will you? Don't wait up for

me.

James? What?

Are you staying out late on purpose?

How do you mean?

You know full well what I mean.

If I didn't love you so much...

Well, it isn't easy for me either, James.

Well, I know.

I know.

Look, I'll, um... We'll talk about it when I get back.

Oh,

Myra. How'd they call that a port?

Quiet. But could you get in there? Oh, we'd get in right enough. Traction

engines, you say? To be used for agriculture, road building, etc. But

needed before the monsoon breaks.

Now, here is the quantity and the rate I have suggested.

Yeah, it's a good rate.

The trouble is, you see, our ships could be hurled up there.

Hurricanes, typhoons.

What about a little extra to sweeten it? You're a hard man, Captain. Say 250

guineas extra.

Perhaps I'd have done better to have dealt with your clerk.

Oh, very well.

Shall we go across to the exchange?

All right.

Good afternoon, Captain Baines.

Good afternoon, Lady Fox.

Mr. Eden, sir. Oh, Baines.

Captain Baines is looking very faint, isn't he, sir?

Why?

Where was I? Ah, yes, Long Island.

Now... What do you say?

Well, it all sounds very interesting, James. It's a whole new development, and

want to be part of it.

Like as not, when this is finished, this will be the most valuable bit of land

in the world.

And they're building houses already?

I just heard New York. Great big places.

Warehouses. Railway yachts.

Now,

the thing that I'm interested in is here.

Baldwin's Bay, owned by two brothers.

Now, that's what I'm after.

Come in with me.

Whenever you're generous, James, my mind starts working at double speed.

Oh, that's a nice thing to say to your brother.

Here's me, trying to do you a favour. I'm teasing you.

I know.

It's good to see you in the mood for it.

One thing and another, you've been through quite a storm, haven't you,

I'm managing, James.

Aye.

Well, then.

Shall we buy that land?

No. No, I...

I'll decline this one, James, but thanks for the thought.

You'll regret it.

You. Your turn. Just crazy. You want to see New York on your hind legs.

And again.

Right.

Now you can truthfully say you've been around the horn.

Twice. It's still crazy.

Captain Burgess, will you look at this fine body of men.

Is this them?

Beggars can't be choosers, sir.

You there.

What was your last voyage?

Newfoundland. Indian tickles. And you?

Porta Caballo.

Who? Good sailors.

But hard men.

Work like slaves a lot.

But most of them has a past. I don't give a damn for their past, man. I'm

right you are.

They do.

Don't have a look of semen about them.

Lord, sir, they're experienced hands, every one.

This man, I'll pick him at random.

Have you not been round the horn very recently?

Two times.

There you are, sir. And that goes for most of the others, too.

Well, I'll take your word for their proficiency, Mr. West, but bear in

That you've a terrible long memory.

Rely on me.

That'll be seven advances, sir.

On a very pleasant voyage to you.

Follow me.

Letty.

Letty.

Oh.

No, no need to sit over.

What time is it?

Five o 'clock in the morning.

Time to say goodbye.

Bye.

Not just yet.

Liddy, when I get back, there will be more time for you.

And the house.

We will talk about things.

And I'll love you.

Captain Blake didn't turn up then.

Nothing could please you more.

I'm not going to. I'm looking forward to it.

Take care.

Good morning, Baines. You're up early.

Seeing as there are blinks held over in Carlisle, sir.

Very generous of you, but you're not to worry.

I'll do your job and you do mine.

Contracts, that's what we need.

We got one yesterday, sir.

Traction engines. One A that won't pay the wages.

Morning, Seth.

I see you got the crew, Ben. I did.

Good man.

Mr. Baines.

Enthusiasm. Energy.

Helps her a lot these days.

Morning, sir.

We all set, Mr. Kirk? We are indeed, sir. Those two.

Why are they hanging about?

You there!

Get below!

I told you to get below!

What's your name?

Well, so long.

Well, so long.

This is Mr. Kirk.

He's the first mate. When he says jump, you jump.

Understand? I understand, sir.

But this is not a steamship.

Oh, whichever one it is, sir.

Steamship, New York.

Sailing ship, New York.

Someone lied.

Give me a low!

Goodbye, Baines.

Look after that arm of yours.

You, Burgess, make sure that steamer gets back into commission.

I will, Mr. O 'Neill. Have a good voyage.

How are you, breakfast, Captain Baines?

I ain't hungry.

You need both hands with that crew, by the look of some of them.

Still, it's the best I can do in the time.

Where do you conjure them up?

Ah. Secret supply?

A holiday?

Now, that is a good idea, Elizabeth.

Oh, just for a short while.

I feel the need to get away.

Of course you do.

And now that I've promoted Mr. Dunwoody to general manager... He's such an

efficient man.

Yes.

It's been good talking to you, Sarah.

That's because talking is the only way towards recovery.

And I speak as a committed talker.

You've shared too little of your grief, Elizabeth.

Only you can dictate when you will recover.

No one can do it for you.

Of course, I was lucky to find Mr Pilgrim. He guided me.

If you wish, I could... No, I don't think so. Thank you, Sarah.

Oh, well, then you must find your own way.

But... If it's any comfort to you, Mr Pilgrim has already been in touch with

William.

What? He had one message only.

He said... He had provided.

Does that make any sense to you?

No.

No, I'm afraid it doesn't, Sarah.

Oh, well, never mind.

All will be revealed in time.

Now, I really must make my way home.

I did enjoy our talk, then.

Don't you find it awfully lonely, Sarah, living in that great big house?

Oh, it's something one gets used to.

Bye, Linda.

Just back from the exchange.

Aye.

I'm not moving on the floor today.

Still, I managed to pick up 500 tons of steel plates. Swansea to Belfast.

But nothing big.

Nothing like these traction engines to Amara.

See, you've been looking through that, have you? That's what I call a contract.

And Eden himself couldn't have done better. I think he'd have turned it

What? Rubbish. Look at the rate I got, and 250 guineas on top.

There it is. Look, large as life.

Reckon you were too busy reading the large print. Look at the small stuff.

You've guaranteed to deliver that cargo onto the quayside.

So?

O'Mara's got no lifting gear. Neither has the ship.

So how are you planning to get those traction engines out of the hold and

the quayside?

Well, I... Reckon Amos weighed 50 tons apiece, those engines.

I got it.

We dock at Karachi and take them up by rail.

What rail?

That's right. There's no rail.

Damn it, why couldn't you have found this out before she sailed?

I was busy.

Busy with them blasted drawings of yours.

Don't think Mr. Needham's going to be very pleased, Captain Bane.

I want that sail reef today, not tomorrow!

And get that devil off the yard before he breaks his neck!

Gentlemen, keep him on the line!

You'll be on a daggy, don't watch it!

Bring him in, we'll be in there!

What's all the kaputtle about?

If that man's a sailor, I'm a Dutchman, sir.

Look at him.

He's a ruddy milk top of a landlubber.

Get that damned idiot on!

If he won't come, kick him off!

It's the starboard watch, sir. They're useless.

Any idea where Captain Burgess picked them up, sir? He said they were good

Then someone pulled the wool over his eyes.

I've got both watches on deck. You'll need to look around.

Starboard watch stands out a mile.

I remember that one.

Damn me. But he's got that bag on deck again.

Bag? What bag?

That bag there, sir.

Carries it around with him everywhere.

I've told him again and again to get it below.

What the fuck?

You've had your last chance.

That bug's going over our side.

What's this?

Sleepings for us, do you, lad?

Get up!

Get up!

Put it down, you scum!

Put it down!

Forgive yourself!

Right, my beauty.

A word in your ear.

Stay low.

Mr. Kirk?

I think we're in the presence of a lady.

Right. Which of you speaks the Queen's English?

Seat for the lady, Mr. Kirk.

I said, any of you speak English?

I speak... Anybody else?

You. Little?

Haven't been to sea before.

British Navy.

More like Perry West's Navy.

How about you?

Ruski, sir.

Anybody here speak Ruski? A little.

Oh, anything else? French, Turkish, a little Italian?

Clever little sticks.

Right then.

You can tell this lot that they joined up with seamen and by heck that's what

they're going to be. I don't care how you do it.

But you're in charge of making them understand.

Don't worry, sir.

I've been working so hard, they'll never want to go to sea again.

Yes, I thought you might, Mr. Kirk.

Sir, Ellis Island.

We not go there.

Oh, so that's it.

Well, maybe we do, and maybe we don't. If we do not go to Ellis Island, I make

sure they work.

I don't give any promises.

Get them up on deck, Mr. Kirk.

Move! Lady can stay down here.

Stop, stop. Now move!

to these men to a regular hand.

Have a blast.

And slave until everyone's free.

Sir, I will speak with you.

You. All right, Mr. Cook.

I want a word with him.

Right, sir.

You seem more like a man used to giving orders than obeying.

Count Ostaba.

Countess. Countess.

Where are you from?

My castle was burned down in war with Bulgaria.

Who are you running away from? Friends of those responsible, Turks.

Orsova hangman.

I see.

Now Orsova starts new life.

As farmer in America.

But problem.

Countess is with child.

Should be safer in here than in the forecast.

Good.

It's best you stay down here in cabin.

And now you keep your side of the balcony.

I'll chop at you, please.

Aye, aye, Captain.

But, sir, before Stover keep order, he must have sword.

That's not how you used to keep order in Romelia.

Never use your sword. Oh, but remember,

Your wife lives here.

Well, don't you think that Lettie has furnished the house beautifully? I do

indeed, Sarah. I'm most impressed.

Come now, it was Sarah who chose most of the material.

Oh, excuse me.

I'll answer it, Mrs. Gibson.

How do you think she's looking?

Quite well.

But you're right, Sarah, she does need more comfort.

Let me introduce you.

Lady Fogarty, Mrs. Robert O 'Neill, and this is Mr.

Frederick Peterson.

Representing Claydon, Codicott and Brown.

Who are they?

London's the list is marked.

I feel sure you must have heard of us. Oh.

Oh. Well, I do apologise for this intrusion.

But I called first at your house, Mrs. O 'Neill, and it was there that I learned

of my error.

But I was told I might find you here.

What error?

I was seeking a Mr. Robert O 'Neill.

Perhaps you'd care for a cup of tea, Mr. Pettifer.

Indeed I would, yes. Please sit down. Thank you.

There is another Robert O 'Neill, Mr. Pettifer, but he is only two years old.

As I have since learned, yes.

He has been left... A considerable legacy by your late departed son,

You see, it was the wording of the bequest that caused the confusion.

To my... To my kinsman, Robert O 'Neill.

Of course, I now realize that whereas I first thought the wording to be rather

vague, your son was actually being extremely delicate in not naming himself

the child's natural father. Perhaps a little more delicate than your being

at the moment, Mr. Pettiford.

Oh, I do crave your indulgence for my plain speaking, Lady Fogarty.

I naturally assumed that as you were all so closely related... Take sugar, Mr.

Pettifer. Please.

Well, if you could perhaps tell me the whereabouts of your son, and I believe

your daughter?

Stepdaughter.

Yes. I don't think I can allow that.

I beg your pardon, ma 'am.

This is a matter of calling for extreme delicacy, sir.

Yes. Then I must insist that I be the bearer of this news.

Yes, I think you're absolutely right, Sarah.

He has provided.

William has provided.

Of course.

£20 ,000?

Left in trust for young Robert.

Now, is that not heartwarming news?

I suppose I should feel moved by the gesture.

Indeed you should, Samuel.

It was a very noble gesture on William's part.

Almost as if he knew he was going to die. Oh, that is utter nonsense,

Well, then why else would he make a will? For heaven's sake, everyone makes

will.

Who else should he have left his money to? He was trying to make up for his

behaviour. That's obviously why he wanted to talk to me. You don't know

sure, dear.

Oh, in my heart, I do.

I thought you'd both be pleased by my news.

Surely there's no need for you to be so bitter, Samuel.

Bitter?

Don't you see, Mother?

Every time I deal with that trust, it will be a cruel reminder to me.

Who have you nominated for lookout?

No.

I sent the suite.

Again? Again.

Captain's orders.

Send up the suite.

Now.

U .S. Captain orders.

Tie him up. They're doing double duty for ten days now, sir.

Signed on it as a seaman, didn't he?

Besides, we have the sharpest pair of eyes on Bob Bishop.

Well, you can see the advantages immediately, ma 'am. No piston for a

rather these revolving drums with blades set in them at an angle. So when the

steam presses against them, the whole thing revolves inside the cylinder.

There's a whole series of drums.

Yes, to make use of expansion. Now, that is where the idea becomes economical.

No waste, no heavy parts moving up and down. Cheaper to run.

Less room, taken up by the engine.

You have sat at home and burned the midnight oil, haven't you, Captain

More of a hobby, Lady Fogarty. But why did you bring it to me?

Well, my own ship, the Black Pearl, is being repaired and fitted with a steam

winch in your yards.

And from what I heard, I understood you were always willing to listen to new

ideas. Naturally.

Well, I find these plans quite ingenious.

And I will, of course, pass them on to my Marines superintendent for his

comments. I'd be most grateful, ma 'am. You do understand, though, Captain

Burgess, that this idea of yours is hardly original.

I am aware that Sir Charles Parsons took out a patent for a reaction turbine

last year.

However, this does have certain advantages.

I wonder... Yes?

I wonder, might I offer you dinner this evening?

What on earth for?

So that I might explain the plans in more detail.

Captain Burgess, may I remind you that I am a married woman and that I do not

dine alone with men I scarcely know.

Lady Fogarty, I feel you have misinterpreted my invitation. Indeed, I

I have, Captain Burgess. Good day. Lady Fogarty, please... Good day, sir.

Where the devil have you been? I've been looking for you all afternoon.

Making a fool of myself, it would seem. You don't need to take the afternoon off

to do that. This is your handwriting, isn't it?

What's wrong with it?

Seven advances paid, who to?

My secret supplier.

I love some to one man.

I love some? What's the trouble?

Mr. Patrick West.

How do you know?

Paddy West.

That sir's own Eden Damwell, right?

What's the matter?

That lot you got, they ain't seamen. They're dross.

Paddy deals in all the scum of the earth. Anyone wanting to go to America.

Immigrants? It's easy enough. Very few get turned back.

Except those want to go to murder, rape, robbery, treachery. Plenty of them get

turned back into Ellis Island and double quick shot.

You mean those seven are killing. Oh, no, you won't. I will. I promise Paddy

I'll break his neck.

Have you ever tried this with your lead line?

I thought they were my friends.

Shh.

What of it?

Some of us here are all the same, aren't you?

I'm counsel. That is the truth.

Yeah.

How did you find me out?

I want you to pray.

Left -right is wrong.

In Russia, they go right -left.

To one.

Fuller.

Sam Fuller.

At least nothing to you, mate, but all England knows the name of Sam Puller.

Why?

You wouldn't want to know. Just take my word for it. I say nothing about you.

Better not.

In America, we begin again, all of us.

Listen, and even shoves us all off in this island.

Then I, for one, will be sent back to the gallows.

Me as well.

Only he's got plans.

Plans? Yeah.

He speaks English as well, mate.

Eden's had him up there doing double lookout for so many days now he's begun

think like a bird.

And he don't think it's... He's born to get his revenge.

As soon as New York pops up on your mind.

Eden!

Yeah?

You, uh... You've got any idea when we're going to get to New York? Yes.

When?

If you needn't say at dawn tomorrow, well, we'd better pray you don't stop on

what it is, huh?

Yes.

Yes, I pray for that.

You'll walk it down here.

You'd rather kill me.

Put him on the side of that.

Now him?

The cart, I think, has saved my life.

Captain? Sir, if we do not stop at Ellis Island now,

Now, Mr. Kirkland, we'll dock at the James Street terminal.

Aye, aye, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Now, what's over, and the captain are even.

What's the date?

15th. Why?

Needham should be home soon.

I think it's high time I had a word with Mr. Patrick West.

Want me to come?

No, no, I can handle it.

Good morning, Lady Pockety.

Can I help you?

No, thank you, Captain Baines. It's Captain Burgess I wish to see. In that

I'll bid you good day, ma 'am. Good day, Baines.

I've just spoken to my senior draftsman, Captain Burgess.

Oh.

He tells me that your plans contain certain ideas which Sir Charles Parsons

might find interesting, not to say useful.

Now, if I were to hand them over to him with my recommendations, well, who knows

what might result.

Lady Fogarty, are you sure you don't mind? Not in the least.

And in return, I shall be delighted to accept your offer to dine, if the offer

still stands.

Indeed it does. It will be a great pleasure.

Would it be too much to ask that my sister -in -law Sarah join us?

Not as a chaperone, you understand, but she has so little chance of company.

By all means.

Good.

And I'll send my carriage for you, sir.

Until then, Captain Burgess. Until then, Lady Pockety.

Captain Bean.

Thank your poor answer.

It's you to wrap itself around your neck, Paddy. Will you listen to the man?

Have I offended you, Captain, in some way? Aye, because I reckon you fitted

the Christian Radek with a load of green arms.

Never. I'm sorry, never, never, never, never.

We have the gentleman's agreement between us.

Does the name Captain Burgess mean something to you?

Huh? His own ship, he said.

Did you ask him?

Well, no, I did not. But if a man comes begging for a crew, surely to God he

must be the master.

Is he one of yours?

Well, not exactly, but all the same I'll have those seven advances and then I'll

call it quits and resist the urge to break the furniture. The hell you will.

The advances I spent feeding the poor ignorant devil.

I can't help that. I'll have it one way or the other. Come on.

You had a poor man with a broken wing likely to steal money away from me.

I've told you before, Will. You're too ready with a threat you are. I want that

money. Now give it to me.

Tell you what I will do.

Give you the chance to win it back.

Fair and square.

You know the meaning of the words?

I'll stake them advances and we'll run a book on a one -armed record match.

Does that say, Jane?

Just you name the day.

Allow me to present my sister -in -law, Mrs. O 'Neill.

Honoured to meet you, ma 'am. Mr. Burgess, I've booked a table for four at

Chantal's. I hope you don't mind. Why, not at all. I had booked a table at

Kerridge's, but no matter.

A table for four, Lady Fogarty. We have yet to call upon Sarah.

Sarah? But I thought... Oh, this is my other sister -in -law, Mrs. Letty O

'Neill, wife of your partner James.

I advise you to be most attentive towards her.

I hope you don't mind my joining the party.

Surely I must be the only man in England with an escort of three ladies this

evening. The very soft reputations are made of, Mr. Burgess.

Lady Fogarty, do excuse me, Mrs. O 'Neill. I have a favour to ask, lest I

forget. Do you have a ship in the Arabian Sea at the moment?

We have several. Why?

If by any chance one of them had lifting gear aboard, could it perhaps assist

Captain Baines at Omara?

Captain Baines? But I only just saw him. Oh, he's arranged a contract, ma 'am,

for traction engines to be delivered on the quayside. Ah, and they've no way of

lifting it out of the hole? Exactly.

Mr. O 'Neill, and beg pardon, ma 'am, was so anxious for the captain to secure

contract that he... Captain Baines didn't read it fully.

Poor man.

He ought to be at sea. The office is no place for him.

I'll send a cable to Bombay diverting the William Deacon.

What shall we say for the trouble? 250 pounds?

The very figure that sprang to my mind, ma 'am.

Good morning, Mrs. Needham. Good morning, Mr. Burgess, Captain Baines.

How's the Christian rabbit, Doctor?

The tugs bring her in now, ma 'am. Are you on your way to meet Mr. Needham? I

am. Would you kindly give him a message for me?

Tell him I'm down Paddy West, retrieving seven advances.

Now he'll know what I mean.

Bye -bye.

Drive on, coachman.

So pray down to see you, Will. Had to put discretion was the better part of

of it. I thought you'd have been honest enough to hand back them advances,

Barry. Me?

Honest? Not that it matters, because they'll still be mine.

And here they are, then.

Gentlemen, the time is coming up to 12 noon, and I elect myself to start the

match. It's party holiday. Take your positions, please.

Are you ready, gentlemen? You there, keep your eyes under the table. I want

fudgy footwork from either.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, a Chinese wrestling match between two of the most

infamous characters of the Liverpool seaboard. On my left, Captain William

Baines. On my right, Publican Patrick West.

Is the betting complete, Mr. Burnham? Oh, come on, get on with it.

Link hands.

Take up the strain.

When

I'm

at home, I spend most of my time working.

When I'm away, I spend most of my time thinking of you.

What a lovely thing to say.

You make that sound as though I never compliment you.

Is that Paddy West?

It is.

Looks like a rough neck of the woods.

I'd better stay here.

I'll not be gone long.

Thank you, Will.

I'll think back to see for you where you keep out of mischief.