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Gresham Island cannot be given up, sir.

As you can see from the map,

Gresham Isle commands the main shipping lanes into Nassau.

If it falls into the hands of the Spanish,

they'll be free to attack any time they want to.

The fate of Gresham Island is not in my hands, sir.

If I have not found the legitimate heir to the Gresham estate

within the next fortnight,

the Gresham Charter will expire, sir.

The Gresham Company will simply cease to exist.

Sir Gilbert, Gresham Island is...

If I may make a comparison,

I, Gibraltar.

The missing heir will have to be found.

That, sir, is precisely the reason for my visit here, sir.

If I may be allowed to continue.

Little Lord Percy Gresham was abducted by the Pirate Le Plat

some eight years since.

However, Peg Leg Le Plat, he was called and he was hanged.

Yes, as I was saying.

We have found no trace of the lad since that day.

However, what do you know about Peg Leg's crew?

To the best of my information, only one member of that crew remains alive to tell the tale.

And he, it appears, has been chased to this island.

But there the chain is lost again.

At best, do we have anyone who sailed with Le Plat?

Someone who sailed with Peg Leg.

Tell me!

How are you going to recognize, sir Percy, after all these years of sailing with pirates?

Is this him?

I shall know Percy never fear, sir, though I've never seen him in my life before.

Blood will tell.

Suppose it turns out that the lad's dead.

In that case, the slaves and other chattels will be sold by auction to pay my fees as solicitors.

That's all you care about, is that it?

I'm a solicitor, sir.

The law is the law.

Yes, yes, of course, so it is.

We shall do all we can, Sir Gilbert.

I shall be on Gresham Island for another two weeks.

If you come across any information in the course of that time, gentlemen, I trust you will communicate with me.

Yes.

Gaff.

Gaff.

I want to talk to you about the days when you sailed with Peg Leg Le Plat.

Little Lord Percy Gresham.

How could I ever forget those blue eyes and that curly hair?

If ever there was a pirate born by instinct and inclination, it was Little Lord Percy.

He must have been seven or eight here.

Peg Leg thought to take him for ransom, but the first day he organized a mutiny to take Peg Leg's ship.

And the next day, he practiced his swordsmanship on the cook for serving cold soup.

Gaff.

Gaff.

Gaff.

Leo, he couldn't have been the cook for serving cold soup.

Gaff.

What I want to know is where'd he end up?

Reciting Shakespeare in Davy Jones's locker.

That's where he ended up.

He blew himself and half the ship to pieces, smoking a pipe in the magazine.

Well, in that case, we can say goodbye to Gresham Island, and New Providence is in for a load of trouble.

Landlord!

Dan! That's Dogfish!

Dogfish Pigget!

You, and what's your business with the landlord?

I am Lord Percy Gresham.

Lord Percy Gresham, you say?

If you will tell me where we might find

a Mr. Van Brew's house, our business here will have ended.

Now what would he be wanting with Van Brew?

I think I'll find out.

I've been waiting a long time

to catch up with Dogfish Piggott.

Why, Dogfish!

If it isn't my old friend, Dogfish Piggott.

No, I'm afraid you must have confused me with someone else.

Oh, you remember me, Dogfish?

Under the wharf at Port Royal?

We bunked alongside.

I'm afraid you must be mistaken.

Excuse me, you were saying?

I don't forget a maid who put a stolen purse in my bunk

then set the law onto me.

If you don't stop annoying me,

I shall have to teach you a lesson in courtesy, fellow.

Oh, go ahead.

Bellows, I'm afraid...

Just like the old Dogfish asking for help.

You'll have to hold my coat for a moment.

That rig must have looked real nice

from the bloke you stole it from, Dogfish.

Get behind the back, you go.

Right.

Give your hands up, boy!

Perhaps that will serve as a lesson.

Think twice before you challenge Lord Percy Gresham.

Come, Bellows, we shall seek elsewhere for our information.

Oh, lad, lad, you took a bit of a beating.

Come on, sit on Gasney, relax a bit.

Gently.

We shall have to give you a few lessons in the noble art, lad.

We will.

You've no idea.

None, none at all.

Here, put some rum on his wounds.

Here, I'll wipe the blood off his nose.

Come on, relax, put your head back.

Oh, this won't hurt you.

Ow!

Lord Percy Gresham, he's no more Lord Percy Gresham than I am.

What makes you so sure you're not Lord Percy Gresham?

Who, me?

You've got blue eyes.

Blacker blue more like it.

Curly locks.

Who's to say you're not Lord Percy Gresham?

Well, I'm alive, he's dead, Gaff said so.

Aye, but to save Gresham Island, Gaff's prepared to tell Sir Gilbert Pym that you're the missing

heir.

Am I?

Well, I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

Sir Lant, you've just inherited an island.

Drop it!

You can't keep your itching fingers still for a second, can you?

Ah, Sterling!

You steal for a shilling when we're in sight of our fortune!

Well, you're not pitching pennies with your duck rats now, remember?

You're working for the big sharks.

Ah, Mr. Bellows, how nice to see you.

And this is his lordship, I presume?

Yes, sir. And here are the papers establishing you as the boy's legal guardian.

Affidavits, documents and so on.

Not too easy to come by, sir, but I think they'll do the trick.

Ah, that's fine. Very good indeed.

Perhaps you'll join me in a little light refreshment, your lordship.

Mr. Beamish, we've found him!

The man who sailed with Peg Leg La Platte.

That's me.

What's more, with Mr. Guernsey's help, we've already located the missing heir to Gresham Island.

Mr. Beamish, meet little Lord Percy Gresham.

That's an amusing thought.

However, perhaps you don't realise the seriousness of this Gresham Island matter, Captain Tebby's.

I certainly do realise it.

A little brute called Pickett's just blown into port, calling himself Lord Percy Gresham.

He's looking for Van Brew.

It doesn't take much figuring to see what they're up to.

If I understand you rightly, you're suggesting that Van Brew intends to support some impostor's claim to the Gresham title.

You understand me perfectly.

Van Brew knows as well as I do that Sir Gilbert is only interested in hanging on to his job as solicitor.

And therefore he'll find an heir, any heir, whether he's an impostor or not.

And if Van Brew gets his hand on the Gresham charter, the Gresham company will be trading with every Spaniard, pirate and smuggler in the Caribbean.

So it's lucky for us, and King George, that we found the real little Lord Percy.

Now look here, Captain Tebby's.

I quite agree that Van Brew was not successful in his deception.

However, we can't employ his tactics.

Besides, the real heir might turn up.

Beamish, the real heir's dead.

The only way to fix Van Brew is to prove that this piggot's a fraud.

Pay him at his own game. You see, only way.

Look, Dickon's a good lad.

But to pretend, even for a moment, that he's Lord Percy, well...

Well, what's so funny about that?

I won't do it, Dan. I don't care what happens to Gresham Island.

Do you mean to say you're prepared to let this piggot inherit the island and turn it over to Van Brew instead of the crown?

I'm disappointed in you, lad.

Just bear in mind, Mr. Beamish, Gresham Island is our Gibraltar.

Yes. Yes.

Yes.

Now, look, Dickon. I think Captain Temmish has a point there.

You see, we've got to take a broad view of this situation.

To stay as full as this whole enterprise is to both of us,

I'm afraid we shall have to expose this scoundrel who's masquerading as Lord Percy.

It can certainly do no harm to try.

Now you're talking like a governor, governor.

Now, are you going to show this piggot what a real lord looks like?

All right. I'll fix him.

Good.

And, uh, Edward.

Just to make sure, I think we'd better do a bit of careening before we sail him into Sir Gilbert, don't you?

Yes, I think perhaps you're right.

The thing is, where do we start?

Hmm.

Well, you heard what the captain said.

You're in for a little re-rigging.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

No, no, no. How many times do I have to repeat?

Soldiership and running a board of prices, they're two quite different things.

A blade's a blade, isn't it?

That, my dear boy, is like saying that food is food and wine is wine.

Well, aren't they?

Discrimination.

Discrimination is the hallmark of the true never one.

Your lordship.

I will try again.

On guard.

No, no, no.

But we're not wild jungle creatures.

Get your feet apart. Relax into it.

Spot of your arm.

We are, if you recall, proud peers of the realm.

Relax. Up.

Chivalrous knight's about to enter the joust.

Right. Go again.

On guard.

You chop and slash like a butcher.

What do you want me to do? Peck at you like a blasted bird?

I'm sorry to interrupt your lordship, but it's time for your poetry lesson.

I must confess, Captain Tempest, that I'm finding it increasingly difficult.

Oh, as all must remember, Mr. Beamish, Gibraltar was not won in a day.

Right you are.

Come along, lad.

Goodbye, Edward.

Whether it is nobler in the mind

to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune

or to take arms against a sea of troubles

and by opposing end them,

it's marvelous.

I told you he'd be in here for poetry, just like little Lord Percy's.

Now then, over to Molly's for your dancing lesson.

See you gets there, Gaff. Aye, aye.

Dan, Van Brew and his crew was in here before.

Him and his guests are sailing on the tide.

Oh, let him sail.

By the time we finish with our lad, he'll be a match for Dogfish Piggot.

And I'd like to see it the day that Van Brew can out-navigate us.

That's Gresham Island, lad.

We'll go in with the full tide.

In a little while, you'll be master of all you survey, I hope.

Now then, just once more, let me ask you a few questions.

I'm Sir Gilbert Pym.

Where were you born, sir?

Well, sir, I was born in Gresham Manor

in the Sussex Downs near Chichester

in the old east wing of the West Gallery.

Good, sir. Good. Now, sir, tell me a bit about yourself, sir.

Well, sir, I early learned to ride with the hounds and enjoyed shooting,

especially the tenant's chickens.

At the age of four, I was presented to the Queen.

One of me...

One of my fondest recollections

is of setting fire to Nanny Mackay's bed.

All in all, I'm just about the most unspeakable monster you ever did see.

Well, you seem to have got your facts right.

You just remember that dogfish piggots out there

waiting to prove you a liar.

Come on.

Beg your pardon, sir.

There is a Lord Percy Gresham

waiting on the veranda with Mr. Vanbrough and Mr. Bellows.

A Lord Percy Gresham. Fantastic.

If so, it is not a Lord Percy Bellow, but the Lord Percy,

and your master, you do well to remember it.

You'll bring him in here instantly.

Yes, sir. And what shall I say to the Lord Percy

waiting in the hall with Captain Tempest and Mr. Guernsey?

Are you trying to be impudent?

There are two Lord Percy Greshams awaiting you, sir.

Oh. I see.

Oh, my apologies, fellow.

If there are two, you were quite right.

We have a Lord Percy and the Lord Percy.

I shall see Lord Percy, both of him, together at once.

Yes, sir.

And have the old slave who nursed the lad sent in immediately.

Yes, sir.

Be seated, gentlemen.

Mr. Albert will attend you presently.

What about my...

Dear me, the plantation house is so much smaller than I seem to remember.

It is natural, Lord Percy. It was so much smaller when you saw it last.

It would seem larger to you then.

Fetch me a piece of fruit from the bowl. There's a good chap.

Sir Gilbert will see you in a moment.

Captain Tempest, Mr. Guernsey, Master Dickon, may I present my ward,

his Lordship Percy Gresham and Mr. Bellows.

Is this the lad who is contesting my claim to the estate?

Listen, don't speak...

Very well.

I only wanted to wish you good luck. Might as well be sporting about it, don't you think?

Ah, there you are, Lord Percy.

Ah, have I the honor of addressing Sir Gilbert Pym?

Allow me to present you my guardian, Mr. Vanbrough, and Mr. Bellows,

a dear and devoted old friend.

Sir Gilbert and I have met before.

Yes, yes, indeed, sir.

Now, you, sir, I believe you represent a pretender too.

A pretender? He's the one that's pretending, not me.

You must be careful of this lad, Sir Gilbert. He's got the Gresham temper and a few years of piracy rolled in.

Yes.

Now, gentlemen, I seem to have an embarrassment of riches.

A plethora of pretenders.

Yes, therefore I suggest that you both present your claims, Captain Tempest.

Well, you see, Governor, we've found the lad who sailed with peg leg.

Daff Guernsey, your honor, I stand here ready to swear

that this is the same little lord Percy Gresham we took aboard peg leg's ship that night.

I recognized him the minute he set foot on New Providence.

And whatever these here sharks say, you might just as well forget about it, because...

Yes, yes, thank you, sir. I'll return to you later.

Now, you, you, sir, you deny this claim.

I don't want to deny anything I don't know about, sir.

All I know is what peg leg said before he was stretched.

He asked me to take this boy

and raise him up to claim his rightful estate when he come of age.

And I've done my best, sir.

Yes, quite so.

Come in.

Nanny. Nanny McHale.

Well, Nanny McHale, do you recognize either of these young gentlemen?

Oh, Nanny, all these years I was thinking how someday I'd come back and free all the slaves.

If that's the case, you best recognize him, old girl.

For rest assured, I have no such intentions.

Well, Nanny McHale?

This one. Maybe.

Yes.

Yes.

No.

This one, not Grisham. No, no.

Well, now, Governor, what does that prove?

After all, he recognized her.

Oh, quite, quite so, sir.

Thank you, Nanny McHale. That will be all.

Well, gentlemen, I find myself in something of a quandary.

As you say, sir, recognition proves little one way or the other.

Perhaps you will examine the legal papers that I have brought.

I'm sure they are quite legal, sir.

Gentlemen, it seems to me that what we have here is not so much a matter of law as a matter of honor.

A gentleman, and more certainly a Grisham, is prepared to defend his word with his life, if necessary.

Exactly, sir. Exactly.

Now, look here, Governor, you've only got to look at the face of this...

If both parties are willing, I am prepared to believe that on the field of honor, blood will tell.

If you mean fight him, sir, just give me a chance.

Very good, sir. And you, sir.

Well, if that's the way it is...

Excellent. Then I suggest the East Cove at daybreak tomorrow.

If Captain Tempest and Mr. Van Brouw will be so good as to act as seconds...

Of course, of course.

Aye, aye. Then we can meet one half hour beforehand to conclude the formalities.

Gentlemen, the boy will show you to your quarters.

We can't go through with it, lad.

Explains the Gilbert pimp once an ear, any ear.

We'll have to think of some other way.

It's no good you shutting your eyes to the fact that Piggott stretched you out cold as a blue fish when last you came to grips with him.

If you think I'm going to show my heels to Dogfish Piggott, you're mistaken.

I'll fix him.

What's the idea?

Why couldn't you speak up like the true, blue, blood little lord you're supposed to be?

What's the matter, scared, are you?

Scared of him?

Tch. It's just that I didn't bargain to risk my life on this job.

I think maybe the price ought to go up.

Chaps.

You will not risk your life. I think Master Dickon will show the true color of his blood.

He will fail to meet you tomorrow at daybreak.

Uh, Bellows will see to that.

But Dan Tempest will be watching that boy like a hawk.

Captain Tempest and I will meet half an hour before daybreak to conclude the formalities.

Master Dickon will be alone with Gaff Gernsey. Do you follow me?

Time to shove off, lad.

Dickon lad, if there's anything I can do, if you've left anything behind that I can take care of...

I'm not dead yet!

No, that's true.

And you're going to put up a real good fight.

Shall we finish them off now?

Take a chance on getting hanged?

Uh, you put a sack over his head while I tie his feet.

Right.

By the time they come round, you'll be Lord Gresham and the Gresham charter will be in our pockets.

Come on.

That one is evil.

Maybe Gresham.

This one is good boy, not Gresham.

The sun is well over the horizon, sir.

Where is your pretender?

The boy was ready when I left.

But I don't understand it.

I was sure he'd be here.

Really, Sir Gilbert, I begin to weary of this.

With your permission, I shall return to my bed.

Yes, I see no purpose in prolonging it.

I rather expected something of the sort.

I think the facts speak for themselves.

Perhaps we can all go back to bed.

Stand right where you are.

Everybody.

An extra ten gold pieces.

You don't know when you've had enough, do you lad?

On guard, dogfish.

Are you ready, gentlemen?

Sword in line.

Right, you are set to go.

Right, piglet, I want you to tell us to give up him just for our little waller rat you really are.

I'll tell them.

He made me.

The more you say, the worse it'll be for you.

I think we've already heard enough, gentlemen.

Captain Tempest, I'll see you and Lord Percy in the library.

Well done, lad.

Come on.

Well, here we are, Edward.

Gresham Island is safe.

Little Lord Percy here has all the papers.

No, Dan, I'm not Lord Percy.

And Gresham Island doesn't really belong to me.

It belongs to the crown.

So I think you ought to have these, lieutenant.

Your lordship.

I prefer to serve his majesty as a simple subject.

So please, just call me Dickon.

Aye, listen to that, will you?

Blood will tell.

Let's go a-roving, a-roving across the ocean.

Oh, let's go a-roving and join the Buccaneer.

He's the bravest man we know.

Say he's not and you'll be walking the plank, sir.

Let's go a-roving, a-roving across the ocean.

Oh, let's go a-roving and join the Buccaneer.