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YO HO HO

Sister Ceci, Sister Ceci.

Sister Ceci, catch.

There's a note for you, and it's written in French.

- What are you looking for? - My parachute.

Have you seen it?

You mean this?

Lenny!

- Did you look at it? - No.

It's in French and I'm not telling you what it says.

- Lenny. - Bye.

Foreign letters are secret.

Lenny, a name for millions.

If you want to know, Lyuben is a hundred times better.

My name isn't Lenny anyway, it's Leonid.

Did you get your injury at Thermopylae?

No, I fell off a bike.

What's Thermopylae?

You don't know who Leonidas is?

No.

He was an ancient king of the Greeks.

They were at war with the Persians.

They held them off at the pass of Thermopylae.

Leonidas wouldn't give them an inch.

The Persian king faced him and said,

"The spears of my army block out the sun!"

"You're but a handful of soldiers."

To which Leonidas replied,

"So much the better, we'll fight in the shade."

- And did he win? - No.

The Persians outnumbered them.

Wait, what's that on your shoulders?

What?

Oh, it's your head.

Like I didn't already know.

Well, one thing you don't know about... is the treasure of the Caribbean.

Never heard of it.

What treasure?

It's some story.

You seek wealth, you find trouble.

Like you?

Sort of.

Did you ever hear about the Black Pirate?

No.

Tell me.

I can't.

- It's far too long. - That's OK.

You should be upstairs.

Tomorrow afternoon, then.

- Is that OK? - OK.

- All right. - Got any more gum?

- See you. - Bye.

I'm ready.

Hey, kid.

Were you born in a barn?

Wait a minute.

Try this.

That's the way.

Is that for pirates?

No, something else.

Tell me the story.

On July 17...

1664...

a magnificent brigantine

was lilting in a small cove,

secluded among the lush vegetation of the Caribbean coast.

But this was calm before the storm.

Three hours later she was heaving to under northwest sail.

Silently and dexterously, a Malay with a knife between his teeth,

was swimming to board her.

Is it true, Punjab? My God.

- Is what true? - Be patient.

Tell me, Rosko.

Everything is true. The execution has been rescheduled.

Sunday, 12 o'clock, in the main square at Vera Cruz.

My poor brother.

He has obviously been tricked by that monster Governor Alvarez.

The next day the sun rose upon a boat carrying a small detachment,

that was to penetrate the walls of Vera Cruz,

to free the Black Pirate's brother.

Their father was a nobleman, but the Governor of the Spanish colonies,

hated him and threw him in prison to rot.

Alas, he died.

The Governor had now managed to capture his brother the Red Pirate,

and sentenced him to death.

In addition to the Portuguese and Malay acquaintances we already know,

three others were included in the detachment.

A slave named Ngongo,

who was indebted to the Black Pirate,

for freeing him from his cruel masters.

Luigi, a fat Italian,

who worked part-time as a cook and a gunner,

and finally, the Dutch naturalist Van Lun,

whose dream was to capture a specimen,

of the extremely rare butterfly Chrysoptera Americana,

and to do so, travelled the seas with the corsairs.

- What's a corsair? - It's a synonym for pirate.

- You know what a synonym is? - I know.

- What, then? - They're bandits.

Exactly.

Anyway...

Captain, we're running late.

Yes.

We need horses.

In no time they reached the gates of Vera Cruz.

Ngongo crept silently forward.

This Ngongo sounds like our man here.

- Tell him your name. - Gogo.

That's him.

Come on, Gogo, go for your walk.

- Well, yes, but I... - Go on.

That's it.

This isn't your story, you don't need to listen.

What happened?

It so happened

that the face of the former slave appeared behind the wall,

and raising his deadly blowpipe to his lips, he took aim.

Punjab smiled enigmatically.

Our heroes slipped through the city gates,

and descended into the catacombs of an old Carmelite monastery.

Eventually a huge hall opened in front of them.

- And it turned out to be full of... - Full of what?

Well, dramatic tension, obviously.

You just can't do without an audience.

Let's have a look.

Good.

And that's good.

- Professor. - One moment.

And that's good.

Violetta called.

They won't be visiting.

Not today, then.

All good here.

That's fine.

What were you dramatising before?

It's good to do what you enjoy.

We'll take care of the rest.

Just another operation.

The last one?

Last one.

How about doing it without me?

- What? - I don't want any part of it.

There's no point.

I don't want it.

I can't take it anymore, do you understand?

I do.

But you should understand, too.

You are still a man.

Fine, fine.

I know you're uncomfortable, but you'll have to bear it for a bit.

I can't stand it.

Nobody pays attention to me.

I still can't get a diagnosis.

One says sciatica.

Another radicolitis.

I want to be checked properly.

By you, personally.

And besides, I asked to be moved to another room.

It smells in here.

The window is always shut.

- It's open now. - Yeah, "now".

Look at that.

There are crumbs everywhere.

- But that's because - - No "because".

Sorry.

You can't get up?

What happened next?

What is it, Punjab?

The Governor was already ahead of them.

They took the body away for a pirate burial at sea.

And that's it.

They're not going to get revenge?

Well, they probably will.

- Time will tell. - Swear it.

I swear by my pirate honour,

under the Jolly Roger,

that I will take revenge on Alvarez,

that I will kill his whole family,

in retaliation for the death of my brother and father,

and that I will destroy all Spanish ships...

- But wasn't he a Spaniard? - No, French.

So the Black Pirate completed his solemn oath.

Seafarers, did you hear my oath?

Yes, my captain.

But a moment later he was engulfed in colours.

How are you caught by a rainbow?

It was in a forest in Latin America.

- What do you think I mean? - A snake?

Are you kidding? Let the Black Pirate by devoured by a snake?

- What colour was it? - What colour?

They're 10 metres long and wrap around you and suffocate you.

Yes, very colourful.

Well, there's colours, and, ah...

Anyway, end of Chapter One.

That's all, go on.

Tomorrow again?

Tomorrow.

See you.

Right after visiting hours.

Are you all right?

Hi.

- Not now. - You promised.

Go on.

I promised, but not right now.

Go on.

You hear?

Lenny. Lenny.

Just play and come back.

Nothing at all. Did you even try?

- What did you do? - I went to my room.

Okay. Where did we get up to?

It was...

He was swallowed up by a rainbow.

Or his ship was caught in the rain.

Some boat.

Esperanza! Esperanza! Esperanza!

What does that mean?

That was the name of the ship.

It means courage for us and terror for our enemies.

Because the Black Pirate was the scourge of the Caribbean Sea.

One day on the ship everything seemed peaceful.

The Italian and Bosco were playing Barbut.

Not Bosco, Rosko!

Right, Rosko.

All was calm.

However, it was deceptively calm.

Because an armed Spanish ship was approaching them.

In the name of Governor Alvarez, identify yourself.

A frigate sailing from Jamaica to Gibraltar.

What's your cargo?

Black pepper.

Draw alongside and show us.

Sure, we'll show you right now.

Prepare a boarding party. All hands.

And then?

First, let's do a little experiment.

I'm going to close my eyes and you're going to touch one of my toes.

- And I'll tell you which one, OK? - OK.

Now he's your doctor.

- You understand? - Yeah.

Are you looking?

Which one?

- The little one. - Right.

One more time.

- Little one again. - Right.

Were you looking?

Okay, go on.

You're lying.

Look at me.

And the first time, I didn't know then?

I'm asking you. I didn't know the first time?

Tell me!

- Belay the boarding party. - Boarding party cancelled.

He's not a bad kid.

Caramba!

- Why are you so serious? - Serious?

Hey! Enough of this.

How can anyone get any rest?

Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang! Are you trying to make me worse?

It isn't just your room.

Get off that bed.

This isn't your theatre.

Get off that chair, what if I need it?

Come on, move it. Go!

Little squirt.

Hey, hey, what's this?

We're pirates, aren't we?

Yeah.

Forget him, he thinks he's the Governor.

Let's find out what happened next.

Hey, wait a minute, captain.

And so the battle ended with a dazzling victory.

These were the last moments

of the most precious pearl of the Alvarez fleet.

They looted her to the gunwales,

and consigned her to eternal memory.

But at that moment, a vision appeared,

from the luxurious cabins of the Spanish ship.

O captivating charm.

O tender beauty.

- O innumerable pleasures - - Why with a mask again?

Because the beguiling vision had to hide her identity.

With a manly gait he approached the noble lady,

and told her that pirates, although outlaws,

are still subject to female beauty.

- The fuse! - You're right.

Padre mio! Santa Madonna!

They escaped the blast thanks only to divine will.

Yes, thanks to providence.

Right again.

Fascinated by the mystery of his noble captive,

the Black Pirate told her that he would drop her off at the first port,

but until then she was a prisoner of the entire crew,

and he could only invite her to dinner in his cabin...

To take her below decks.

I invite you to dinner in my cabin,

and at the same time I give you my troth...

Dinner and broth?

Troth, not broth.

Oath. An oath.

If I wasn't searching for another beauty...

Woman on board! Look out!

But who are you, sir?

For circumstances beyond my control, I can't tell you my name.

I can only tell you that I am the one they call the Black Pirate.

The scourge of the South Seas?

And may I know your name?

I am Sister Cecilia, until recently Duchess Viraskara.

- You cheat! - Who, me?

You read the note.

I haven't read anything.

Ceci, Cecilia. It's just a coincidence.

That's what you say. And you know how beautiful she is?

- Yeah, but what's it to you? - Because you're making fun of me.

- Of course not. - If it's a coincidence,

then why did you say "sister"?

Because she was preparing for life in a convent.

Okay. But even if you did read it, you still couldn't understand it.

- What? - The letter in the parachute.

Oh, that's right.

- So you're learning French, huh? - Yeah.

- You know how to read French? - Sure.

Excuse me.

- What's this letter? - B.

- And this one? - A, like the Bulgarian one.

R.

Well done. So you do know.

So what should we do about the Duchess?

- I can change her name if you want. - Doesn't matter.

And before his eyes was revealed the beauty of a future saint.

Now that I think about it.... you know what?

What?

Can you do me a favour?

I can't sleep at all, and I can't remember the story clearly.

So I need some ampoules.

Like these ones.

With the same writing.

They're in the nurse's medicine room.

And you know the French writing, right?

Why don't you just ask for some?

The nurse isn't in a good mood with me because of your crumbs on the bed.

But it might be dangerous to use them by yourself.

Come on, we're pirates after all.

- I'm not afraid. - You're not brave, either.

There's nothing to worry about.

If I could walk, I'd get them myself.

Hey, no smoking.

Come on, we're friends.

If we're friends, why are you hiding out here?

Who's hiding?

Now listen, I'll give you something else to think about.

A man had to tie 11 horses to 10 stakes.

First he tied two horses to the first one.

Then the third horse to the second.

And so on with the third, fourth, fifth, sixth,

seventh, eighth, ninth, tenth.

There's one stake free.

So he takes one horse from the first stake,

where two were tied, and ties it to that one.

And there you have 11 horses at 10 stakes.

The sixth, eighth, ninth, he has one stake left.

He took from the first, where there were two horses,

and tied it to the last.

So there were 11 horses to 10 stakes.

Call yourself a pirate?

But I...

It was locked.

Leave me alone.

Leave me.

But you're going to tell me tomorrow, aren't you?

Go on!

Good morning.

Lenny, back upstairs.

But, Sister Ceci!

Go on, we've been chasing you all day.

Just ten minutes, sister.

- He just wants to talk. - We know what you're talking about.

And it's a bad influence.

Everyone upstairs is turning into pirates and actors like you.

Nothing wrong with that.

- If everyone acts like me... - Please, please!

I've seen you act, no need for modesty.

Who's being modest?

Like in "A Streetcar Named Desire"

That streetcar went right past my stop. All I had was the desire.

But I remember seeing you. At...

I played once as an understudy.

So that's when it was.

You played the part really well.

And you too, right now.

- What do you mean? - Watching you perform here.

- Right, Leonid? - Yeah.

Yes for both of us.

You see, you're still a bad influence.

Bad, huh?

Isn't she beautiful?

Yes.

Are you really an actor?

I was.

- Why are you sick? - I fell, too.

- From a bike? - No, from higher up.

I was playing on a bike.

Well, I was playing, too.

Should we go on with the story?

Yeah.

It was one of those tropical nights where the breeze had a sultry embrace,

enough to make the coldest blood boil.

She wanted to know his story and he told her everything,

except the name of the villain Alvarez.

And when he mentioned his brother,

he trembled and turned pale.

- Was he sick? - How can the Black Pirate get sick?

Because my mother, when we went to Balchik...

Mother, mother.

You have a father, don't you?

I mean, you can throw up as much as you want,

but that won't look very pirate-like.

You want to be a pirate, don't you?

I'm short.

You be him.

Me?

I'm no pirate.

You look like one.

If your corset is tight enough, you can use it for armour, eh Gogo?

Pirates don't wear armour, if you want to know. And no one asked you.

I don't need to be asked.

Really? Don't think I'm afraid of you. Dumbbell.

What was that?

Nothing.

Nothing? You think I...

Don't keep coming in here. Clear?

He's not bothering you.

- And you need to watch yourself. - Yeah, but he keeps -

Quiet down.

Otherwise we'll stop.

- Okay, forget it then. - Lenny.

- I told you I'm not a pirate. - Why? You're sick?

Not because of that, but...

Appendicitis hurts me a bit.

- A pirate can't have appendicitis. - My stomach hurts, too.

I know, we can use it as a password.

Fine.

We'll make a sign like this.

So we can recognise each other. But won't Cecilia feel left out?

- No. - All right.

Madam.

One cannot reveal one's heart,

when he keeps his face hidden.

The situation is such,

that it has suddenly brought new feelings out of me.

I love you.

I can no longer hold you captive.

Sir!

You claim to have captured me, but you are in fact my liberator.

My father had decided to lock me away in a convent.

The life of the nuns, deprived of some earthly joys,

is foreign to my character.

I could not disobey my father's will,

but while I am your captive...

And kneeling, he placed upon her delicate finger

the family ring, with coat of arms and motto:

Fiddle-faddle.

You're making fun again.

And can I know your name, my saviour?

Yes, Madam.

I am an English count.

Who...

Aren't you French?

- Aren't you French? - I was.

But not anymore.

I deliberately introduced myself as a Frenchman,

so that my loved ones would not be persecuted.

I am an English count and my name is...

Douglas Fairbanks.

Cecilia Fairbanks.

- That has a nice ring to it. - Yes.

No kissing.

Who asked you?

Just talk.

But, dear Leonid, you seem to be right.

These little pleasures in the future...

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Anything new?

Well, he was making fun of one of the staff.

How were you making fun?

It's not only me. He talks funny.

He says "What is this purulent mouth?"

Okay, what should I write to your father?

Nothing.

Come on.

And he's at the hotel until he's done with the suit,

Then he runs and shouts in the doorway.

You've got your notebook.

Yes, but I'm shy.

First student in the class? Let him see your notes.

Let him see you too.

But I'm not comfortable, Dad.

It's nothing awkward, he's already promised me.

Well, if he promised you, then why?

Why?

- Ah... - Welcome.

This is Lenny.

We're pirates with him.

Come on, have one.

Thanks.

I know you. You're a race car driver.

- I saw you in the rally on TV. - That's right.

- Good afternoon. - Ah, the son in law.

I can't go out because I'm in the ward.

That's how it goes.

Hey, let me introduce you to a real champion.

- Why do you move him off his bed? - What?

Well, whatever.

Don't be like that, Neda.

You're forgetting that you were friends.

Well, it's not my fault he fell.

C'mon, c'mon.

When I make this idiotic smile...

Well, you'll just have to pretend a little more.

I can't anymore.

It was your choice.

Either you have your head in the clouds, or walk on the ground.

In imported shoes.

My man.

You know...

I'm not in the mood today.

You don't have to say anything.

It's nice today.

I've got some treasure.

Help yourself.

Help yourself, too.

If you don't mind.

From the visitors.

Great job. I just need a few more.

I drank the others.

- Did you notice how my memory improved? - Yes.

- Was it difficult to get them? - No problem. The key was in an apron.

You didn't drink them.

They're another type.

No they're not.

I'm trying to see if I can do without them for a while.

What did your father get you?

A car.

Why are you keeping them?

For a collection.

Then why did you say that your memory improved?

- And that they were different? - It's nothing.

Can I see the car or not?

- I'll get it. - Go on, then.

Okay then, goodbye.

See you.

Don't leave your mother alone.

Here it is.

- Who got you that? - My father.

Let me have a look.

Let's see what this is worth.

Huh, plastic.

That's all?

Give me that.

- Don't grab. - Give it.

- No. - It's not yours.

- It's from my father. - Is that so?

He also sent me some money.

Don't get worked up.

I look at you yelling like that and I think, shouldn't you be happy?

And why not?

Because your parents don't live together?

- It's not that unusual. - Yeah, but the kids at school...

Ha, the kids at school.

I don't live with my woman either, but I still love her.

Are you married?

I was.

Does your mother work?

Yes, in the lottery.

In the lottery? Well, no problem, then.

I had another ampoule, but I sat on it.

- Did you cut your ass? - No.

I just got wet.

I'll get more for you.

You know, I'm thinking...maybe I won't need any more.

You're just saying that.

No, really.

Should we continue with the story?

- Let's keep going. - All right.

Well, three days later,

events unfolded in an unexpected way.

All was quiet on the deck of the Esperanza.

What about the Black Pirate?

Well...they didn't get him...because...

How could they not?

Well, they just couldn't. And after a short struggle...

Kostov, phone call.

Then what, after the fight?

After a short struggle, my dear Leonid, the captives, who were more in number,

took control of the ship.

And then the drums fell silent and only the whistling northwest wind,

and the calls of albatrosses,

punctuated the silence before the execution.

Shut up, you ape.

Aren't you Hendrik Van Lun?

That's me.

Member of the Dutch Royal Academy of Sciences?

Yes, yes, that's me.

Yes.

You may go free.

- Untie him. - Wait a moment.

Aren't you Admiral Alfonso Pereira de Morenas y Galfond?

Yes I am.

- The conqueror of Guadeloupe? - The same.

In that case, allow me to spit in your face.

You tell him, Hendrik.

Their final hour had come.

However, the pirates knew.

that the third cannon had not fired since the day it had been cast.

- But then he saved them. - Who?

His son.

Oh, right.

From his first marriage? All right.

So, at the last minute...

Dad. Take this.

Nobody move!

Get them loose.

Torches overboard.

In moments, our heroes were free.

And their former tormentors stood trembling before them.

Alvarez's plans crumbled for the hundredth time.

To whom did they owe all of this?

Thank you, senorito.

Just in time, son.

Now we're even.

I brought you into this world, and you kept us in it.

But how many times have I told you not to play with loaded guns?

But they're empty.

When you did stow away? In Southampton?

- No, in Bristol. - Well, it doesn't matter.

And if I'm not mistaken, Rosko or someone else in this scurvy lot,

secretly brought you food and water.

They took turns. Right, Rosko?

And Punjab.

And Hendrick.

And most of all Luigi.

- And me? - What about you?

What about my man, Ngongo?

- He's a negro. - So what?

That's who he is.

But then, appearing on the deck,

was an Indian chief.

I think we should welcome him and accept him as a member of the crew.

- Right, Lenny? - Yeah.

Because he has news for the Esperanza.

He does?

Sitting Bull says that his tribe,

who sent us horses when we needed them,

now gives him leave to help the Black Pirate,

and his fight against the "Frilly Collars".

Oh, and besides that, he can also explain,

how 11 horses

are tied to 10 stakes.

Ooo. That could be useful.

Tell him the Black Pirate accepts the help of Sitting Bull,

and also the explanation of horses and stakes.

Ask him if many wars have passed,

since Sitting Bull first arrived,

in the wigwam of his dear mother.

Wham! Yes!

So, Ngongo, about Cecilia.

Did she have big tits?

Never mind.

Let's all treat ourselves.

The cups?

No, Ngongo doesn't drink.

Alcohol makes him incomprehensible.

And it does this to him.

Ah, great.

I spat in his cup.

- Whose? - Alvarez.

Will you remember me?

I'll see you again.

How's that?

You're going to drive here?

I know the phone number.

Really?

How?

That's not important. 70-24-48.

What's going on?

What does it look like?

Get back to bed, kid.

He can be about.

Am I supposed to be some kind of guard?

If someone wants to poison himself, how am I supposed to stop him?

Everyone knows where that key is, why should I get the blame?

I've counted them.

And counted again, but they're gone.

It's not my fault.

I won't report it. We'll see.

Go ahead and report it.

I won't lay down and roll over.

Give me a nine. Another trump.

She cried, you know?

So you really care for her.

Yes, and she said someone could have been poisoned.

What?

Why not just push me into the orchestra pit again.

So now you're scared.

I'm not.

You said that you have enough ampoules.

And now I'm saying different.

We have no time to lose.

It's just us few now.

We're low on gunpowder, we have no gold.

- And the chest on the ship? - It's not time yet.

That vile dog Alvarez will have to wait for us in the palace.

- But didn't she hear that? - Who?

- The Duchess. - Hear about what?

- Him talking about Alvarez. - So what?

Isn't she his daughter?

Daughter?!

- How did you figure that? - I just know.

She has to be his daughter, it's always like that.

Well, well.

Now what do we do?

Alvarez? You said Alvarez?

Yes, darling.

Governor Alvarez is that sworn enemy of mine that I told you about.

And also my father.

Well, now you've got to get up.

Get up and go 20 steps from here, where the toilet is.

- Stop kidding around. - I'm not.

I'm talking to you. Go on, quick.

Time was running short.

Events unfolded at lightning speed.

Douglas, I want to see you until my last breath.

Forgive her, Douglas.

But, oh, joy! She was alive!

She was saved by her locket.

Fortunately, it took the force of the bullet.

"You are not the daughter of the vile Governor Alvarez."

"He tore you away from me to deprive me of an heiress."

"Due to lack of time, I can't tell you who I am."

"But I hope the truth makes you happy."

"Your real father."

Darling! Now nothing can separate us.

Enough kissing.

Those two galleons were the pride of my armada.

Sanctisima Trinidad and Hispanos Suiza.

The first day it was out of dock.

How is your mother?

She's a little worried.

Where's your husband?

He's racing, Dad.

Another.

Another.

But we were also at a loss.

Gold! Gold!

That's what they needed.

We have to open that damned chest.

We can't.

It was entrusted to us by the Indian tribe, heirs of the Incas.

We can only open it after Snake Day, according to their calendar.

Do you understand?

My God!

My caterpillars ate the most important part of the calendar.

I'm sure I left them in a secure place.

Instead of ducats, we have duchesses.

Do you remember any part of it, Van Lun?

Me? No.

Then you have nothing to say.

Forgive me.

We'll find a way.

Come here, Dutchman.

Come here, dream chaser.

A friendship today costs much more

than all the treasures of this world.

And let him that sent thee, hear my answer.

Tell him to finish me first and then sell my bones.

Were the gods toying with us?

Did they not know the skin of a living lion is not for sale?

That the hunter happens to be astray in the jungle?

Yes!

Tell them we're fighters every day, not just on holidays.

Our bright clothes may be dirty from mud and rain.

We look ragged on the outside, but I swear...

our worth will be revealed within the hour.

Our hearts are strong.

Yes, tell that to the gods.

- Just for a minute. - We can't, not here.

Come on.

Just for a minute, come on.

- How's the cyclist? - It's coming off in a few days.

Well, that's no fun.

If it's OK, why not take it off tomorrow?

Never you mind, just leave it to me.

I know who to call.

But still, surely the fact that she's an excellent student means something.

You'd think.

I've got some news for you.

- It's not about that. - What, then?

I won't tell you until you tell me everything that happens until the end.

There's still a lot to go.

- But I need to know now. - Not right now.

I'll go out for a while, then. See you.

You understood that time, huh?

Hey, I'm back.

Now you can tell me, right?

You can have my jewels.

My necklace alone is worth...

Don't take it.

Thank you, but Lord Fairbanks has never accepted gifts from ladies.

- That's not what I mean. - Well, what do you mean, then?

- I don't want her around. - Why not?

She's not Alvarez's daughter anymore.

It's not about that.

She'll just get in the way.

I guess so.

Women on ships bring misfortune.

We're better off without them.

And without art.

And everything else.

- So we'll ditch her? - Yeah.

Why, Douglas?

Who are you leaving me for, Douglas?

Although she seems to be the one leaving.

How's that.

Play it.

At sunrise two groups will strike at the same time.

This day will obviously not pass without blood.

We are the original Magnificent Seven.

And me?

We'd sooner take the monkey or the parrot.

Arm yourself.

Well done, Lenny.

Sometimes I think,

that a person is at his peak at 10 years old.

The ideals of most men, you understand,

and then it goes downhill.

Pescado!

Si, senor captain.

Caramba!

Now what?

Chrysoptera Americana.

Did he really die?

No narrow escapes.

God forgive me.

And so began the attack,

with armour and helmets, with halberds and arquebuses...

- What's boozy? - Bright red.

With bright red cheeks.

They were drunk. For courage.

And you, too.

It was Rosko's turn.

Go away! Do you hear me?

Rosko! Come on, Rosko, hurry.

And although Sitting Bull was already mortally wounded,

he couldn't leave him there alone.

I spit on your uniforms and filthy muzzles.

You could have chased me,

but I won't leave him behind.

Come on, shoot.

You will be well paid for Rosko.

What's that smell?

- Was it you? - No.

Blame yourself.

- You smell it, too? - You don't smell anything.

You're just making it up.

Smells like sulphur. Gunpowder, that's it.

But we can return fire, eh, Gogo?

- Now? - If you're ready.

Load cannon number one, Gogo.

Aim it at the intruder.

Fire!

Do you know what you are?

I thought you'd have known that by now.

We're the Spaniards, aren't we, Gogo?

Right.

How many warnings did I give you?

Gogo, load cannon number two.

Fire!

Well done, Gogo. You're a real tail gunner.

And him too?

Him too.

All gone.

Because of friendship.

Which is so scarce.

If we want a tearjerker, let's go all out.

Come on, up!

They had to hurry,

because their only chance now was to capture the Governor.

What? Why is he surrendering?

- Do you want to find out? - I don't like it.

Good morning!

It's Sancho Panza!

He didn't want to do this...

Why him too?

Because it's a story.

Just a tale.

Because if it wasn't a story we wouldn't be able to bear it.

They're only characters.

The Italian...Ngongo...

You, and everyone.

Running here and there, like roaches.

I want them alive!

Alive!

The gun! The gun!

Run, don't stop. Don't stop.

Dad!

Dad!

Now there were only three left.

By divine mercy,

me and my son and the faithful Punjab.

But...

As usual, there is always a but.

Punjab! Punjab!

Which in Malay, meant...

'Goodbye, my friends'

Dad!

When you find them, bring them to me! Alive!

- Here we are. - Alive.

1655?

1645.

Rogue.

But Alvarez knew how to fight.

Runt!

Alcoholic!

- Who's an alcoholic, pig? - You, idiot.

I wouldn't think that Fairbanks would stoop to such moves,

against someone with radicolitis or sciatica...

- Faker! - Who's the real faker?

Fooled him!

Who? Me?

Yes, I guess so.

Actually, this pirate you're so fond of,

is a complete contradiction.

And selfish.

Or any other "synonym".

Why?

Because he never made any oath.

He made an oath, but in fact he was just fooling around.

He was a traitor.

That's not true.

A capitulator.

- And had no father. - He was a father.

So when Alvarez appeared, he dropped his sword and fell to his knees.

You're lying.

And he said to him, "That boy spat in your glass."

"And steals ampoules."

He's good.

How do you know what is good?

Someone who cares a lot about everything?

"Esperanza! Esperanza!"

Now it's going to have to stay on a while longer.

You don't remember how it happened?

Nothing at all?

Here's a pirate flag for you.

Come on now, get up.

Where are his shoes?

And we'll talk about hospital security later.

There are rules.

How many ampoules has he got?

- I didn't bring him anything. - Okay, but you know.

- How many? - Only ten.

What?

What are you talking about?

So he can sleep.

Don't worry. He's staying awake.

How did you fall over?

I was reaching up because I was trying to get more for you,

but then the stool wobbled.

It wobbled? But you're all right.

They said I had concussion, but I didn't.

Because I don't remember.

- What don't you remember? - How I fell.

But you just told me what happened.

I only told them that I don't remember.

You understand?

I understand.

I'm starting to understand.

They wanted me to reveal our secret, but I didn't say anything.

Except to your friend.

- What friend? - The Professor.

Isn't he one of us?

He is.

- Did he give you that? - Yeah.

I want to make a pirate flag, but I don't have the bones on it.

You should have crossed your arms like that...

- Will you still tell me the story? - Why wouldn't I?

Because I didn't get the ampoules.

The ampoules? Yes, the ampoules...

They're gone to the sharks now.

He's here again?

How many times have I told you? You're a couple of pests.

- Don't keep butting in here. - Watch your hands!

Next time I'll break your other arm.

I keep telling you, you little brat.

Don't take one step in my room again. Not one step.

- Little bastard. - You're the bastard.

Oh, is that so?

Next time you come here, I'll make you as legless as your friend.

Remember the part I never told you, about the boarding party?

Hey, let go of that! Let go! I'm warning you.

Stop playing around!

Let go of it! Let go!

YO HO HO

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