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I have urgent business with His Excellency, the Viceroy.

The Viceroy has left orders. He is not to be disturbed.

- I have urgent business. - Commandante, we have orders.

And I have my oath of allegiance to His Spanish Majesty.

How do they expect a man to sleep? Confound that...

Oh, it's you, is it?

I might have known.

And what matter is there more important than that

I should have peace?

Pardon, Your Excellency.

A Dutch ship has crashed off the harbor.

- Good. Are there many survivors? - They were immigrants.

These routine experiences bore me.

See that I have a full report either tomorrow morning

or at the end of my siesta, whichever is later.

Forgive me, Your Excellency, but--

But, but, but, always these buts. What is it now?

The ship was the Golden Maid.

Well, they have charming names for their ships. Good night.

Her captain survived and he requested an audience.

He says his is a special case, a special plea.

Won't Your Excellency please speak with him?

The ship's papers.

When will you people realize that a tropical climate

calls for a tropical tempo?

But no. All I ever hear from you is that every golden minute

has 60 golden seconds.

Why does it have to have 60 golden seconds?

Why can't it have 30 golden seconds?

And why do they have to be gold?

Why can't they be silver?

Why can't--?

Why don't you tell me these things?

I have to do everything around here myself

except take my siesta.

That you take care of for me.

You're in the presence of the Viceroy

and governor of New Granada.

His Excellency Don Juan Alavarado do Soto--

Your Excellency, this is Captain Van Horn of the Golden Maid.

Formerly Captain Van Horn of the former Golden Maid...

as I understand it.

It is a very simple matter I have to present to you.

He means to "Your Excellency," doesn't he?

- Yes, Your Excellency. - Meaning me!

What I wish to discuss with, uh... With Your Excellency--

I have already been told you have a special plea.

You will promptly specify the nature of your special plea

which I will promptly deny.

We are peaceful immigrants from Holland

on our way to new homes in America.

We were blown off our course by a hurricane

and our ship crashed on the rocks outside your harbor.

Most inconsiderate of my rocks.

I shall have them reprimanded.

We wish at our own cost, to repair our ship, buy food,

fill our water casks and then proceed.

Would you ask a Spanish town to provision a Dutch ship?

But we are in great distress, Your Excellency.

And you will be in far greater distress, I can assure you.

The law is quite explicit.

It forbids these waters to all ships except those

of His Spanish Majesty.

But we were blown off our course, Your Excellency.

- We didn't mean to-- - It is not my fault that...

you're a bad navigator.

- What's this? - My ship's papers, please.

They constitute a grant of land in the New World.

Well, well, well.

Indeed, a sort of grant or charter to settle on lands in...

Bless me, in the Carolinas.

The Carolinas.

When will people realize they cannot give away

what they do not own?

The Carolinas belong to His Spanish Majesty.

And not to this English king

who so lavishly bestows them upon all the scum of Europe.

How many survivors are there?

Not more than 30 are left of us.

Well, I could've hoped for more.

But even 30 or 40 hard and willing workers

are better than none.

We do not wish to remain here.

Those who are able-bodied I will send to the back country

as indentured servants.

As for yourself, since you seem to be their leader...

I will provide you with a sort of special status.

So that in the years to come, it is not inconceivable...

with fidelity and diligence, you might even become a freeman.

Your Excellency does not understand.

My people are not slaves to be sold by me, or bought by anyone.

Your people are trespassers and are for me

to dispose of as I see fit.

In any case, this grant is worthless.

What a high-strung young man.

Prison, Your Excellency?

For the time.

We will hang him later.

I'm obliged to you for your kindness.

Welcome to our little home, mate.

I suppose you're wondering who we are.

Well, that there, that's Swaine.

He's a seaman off a British schooner.

He wants to say he's glad to make your acquaintance.

He can't tell you himself because they cut out his tongue.

This here's Paree.

We call him that because he landed from France.

They say they've got a town in France called Paree.

Me, I'm Pillery Gow, just waiting the day they'll hang me.

- For what crime? - For no crime at all, mate.

None of us. We was just earning an honest living

in our profession, which is to sail our merchant ships

wherever the needs of trade happen to take us.

And they took us into these waters...

Well, that's our misfortune.

They captured our ships unarmed, and we ourselves,

made prisons of war. But what war?

It's more than we can tell you. And you?

A peaceful voyager like yourselves.

At least I thought I was.

Laurent Van Horn is my name, and Holland, my country.

My friends and I, we hoped to leave oppression behind us

and settle in the Carolinas.

We dreamed to build a new home in the New World

where there would be freedom for all.

Fire!

We thought the Barracuda was here, Your Excellency,

but no, he was not here--

I'm tired of excuses.

"We thought the Barracuda was here, Your Excellency.

But no, he wasn't here, he was there, Your Excellency.

And when he was there, he wasn't--" Well, I won't have it.

You catch me the Barracuda.

Your Excellency, for several years, we have done--

I'd do it myself, but here I am working 20 hours a day

being properly fitted to receive my bride-to-be.

While you and your men sit around doing nothing.

Not catching the Barracuda.

Your Excellency, we've done everything humanly possible.

If I have to go out myself and catch him

as soon as my honeymoon is over I can assure you--

You are to fit me, not to fondle me.

A thousand pardons, Your Excellency.

You'll need them if that cloak drags

because I'll send you to a thousand deaths.

I shall arrange for a bed of hot coals to be started today.

One month from today, this bed will have an occupant.

The Barracuda or yourself. The choice is your own.

- You understand? - I do, Your Excellency.

Now for my cuffs. I think Venetian lace would be nice.

- Yes, Your Excellency. - Or petit point?

Oh, yes, Your Excellency.

There is another phrasing

of that last paragraph, my child...

of which you are probably well aware.

Señor Obispo, it's absurd

that I'm not allowed to go out on deck.

Without your duennas?

They left me. They got seasick, and I thought

the air might help them, well, I hope it doesn't.

If I am to be unhappy, they might as well be unhappy too.

Even if it's not for the same reason.

And what is your reason, my child?

I wish I knew.

Go forward and shout when ready.

Aye-aye, sir.

Señor Obispo.

Who is that man?

Why do you ask, my child?

Oh, surely, now that I'm about to be married, I...

Well, I... I was just wondering if I would

find my betrothed as... as handsome.

That sort of worrying, my child?

After all, you are about to be married to enter the world to--

Yes, to enter the world as a bullfighter enters the ring.

A bullfighter who has never seen a bull.

- Is my betrothed as handsome? - As handsome?

Well, he's a Viceroy and all viceroys

are men of noble bearing.

You still haven't told me who that man is.

He's a Hollander.

A man of many words, none of which make sense.

The existing order does not meet with his favor.

What my father would call a malcontent.

His Excellency, the viceroy of Mexico

has a gift for precise phrasing.

A malcontent indeed.

Come in, Lupita.

Senora Montalvo and Senora Perez

are at the door of death.

Again?

Yesterday and the day before and the day before.

- It has been a very heavy sea. - Yes.

They beg His Lord Bishop for final consolation.

Well, I will go to them.

At least they seem to have found a way to keep

from being bored on a sea trip.

They're really unable to do anything

but be unhappy about themselves.

They'd given up everything but the Holy Faith

by the time I left them.

Give me your cape.

Hon saints. You aren't going on deck without your duennas.

Just because my duennas are poor sailors

that's no reason for me to be a prisoner in a cell.

Come down from aloft!

A beautiful day.

I addressed you, senor.

You're a man of words, I'm told. But, clearly only when you

utter them yourself. Because when others speak to you--

Stop it!

- How dare you. - Thirty-two!

Thirty-two!

What did you say about my being a man of words?

- What are you doing? - Timing the ship's speed

by pulse beats against a cork dropped from the bow.

That's something I could never do.

I don't think I even have a pulse.

I'll find it for you.

Mm. Fast. Much too fast for navigation.

Señor, you're holding my hand.

You are holding mine. It's a beautiful day

and you are somebody's serving maid, and why not?

I might have known you'd be without manners

and not know your place. after all, a Hollander.

Hollanders are worse pirates than the English.

If I had my way, your ships would be sunk at sight.

They are sunk at sight.

Armed pirate or helpless voyager, it makes no difference

to a Spaniard.

And if the touch of Holland is so distasteful to you...

why do you wear Brabant lace?

Capitan. Capitan.

Condesa.

- What happened? - He put hands on me.

Why is he permitted here?

A Dutch navigator working his way to Cartagena.

You dare to put hands on the daughter of a Viceroy of Mexico?

If the daughter of the Viceroy of Mexico says so.

Master-at-arms, take him in charge and hang him.

Wait. Uh...

I would not like a corpse

dangling beneath my wedding bell.

I think, Capitan, it will be enough to...

- To have him whipped. - Then whip him.

Seize him to the foremast!

Sound battle stations!

Prepare for battle. Open the gun ports.

Hands to the braces!

The cleverest and most daring cutthroat in all the Caribbeans.

We know him only by the name of his ship, the Barracuda.

Oh, there ought to be some nice pickings on that one, sir.

Too sweet a ship for a black-hearted pirate.

If you'd like to watch it through the spyglass.

I would as soon forego the pleasure of admiring it.

He can do nothing to us or our companion ship behind us.

It's death for him to come within range

of our guns, and he knows it.

His showing himself at all is merely insolence.

If you're sure that's his own opinion, as well as yours.

While this galleon can steer, I'd like to see him try it.

Larboard your helm.

- Larboard! - Helm a-larboard.

Hands to the braces!

Starboard guns fire.

Starboard guns fire!

Not now. Later.

Fire!

Reload!

Quickly, Lupita, help me get him down.

Oh, how could they?

- Water. - Water, Lupita.

Fire!

How could they leave him up there to die in the hot sun?

See what fair skin he has.

Imagine that wretched captain spoke of hanging him.

As if men like this grew on every bush. On any bush.

Hello.

Let go of her, you brute! Let go!

Let me go! Put me down!

Let go of me, you brute! Put me down!

On my word of honor as the daughter of a grandee of Spain,

you'll hang this time.

Put me down!

If I had my way, you'd hang every day for a week.

Call the guard!

Put me down! Put me down!

Let go of me, you brute! Let me go!

Swaine, to the whipstaff.

Fire!

Coming through.

Tie it off.

Capitan!

Come on, boys!

Spare these women violence, or suffer the curse

of the Hon Church...

in flesh and in spirit, in life and death,

on Earth, and in hell, forever.

Well, what do you think of that?

My father is the Viceroy of Mexico.

And I am Condesa Francisca de Guzman y Angandora.

Well, that sound like a lot of wench, doesn't it?

Where is your leader? Where is this Barracuda?

I demand to speak to him.

He's on deck. Here. What did you say your name was?

Francisca de Gutzman de what?

You will disturb nothing until I have spoken to him.

Believe me, he will then tell you

that you have made a great mistake.

No...

Well, high and mighty, ain't she?

I wish to be taken to your leader.

Bring it up! Bring it all the way up.

Which one is the Barracuda?

Come on, hey, come on.

Come on, take it up there.

Are you the scoundrel who calls himself the Barracuda?

Alas, no.

I am Capitan Mario da Bilar,

at your service, senorita.

If you're looking for the Barracuda...

Halt! Hold it!

Permit me.

Stand by to abandon ship!

Permit me, senorita, to present

to you my master, Señor Barracuda.

My betrothed is the viceroy of New Granada.

I know. I've known him for some time.

If it takes every galleon on the Spanish Main

to bring you to execution, he will hang you.

Perhaps.

Hey, Mario, there will be another ship,

the San Pablo, along in a couple of hours.

Your head will be our wedding gift to the world.

Put 50,000 pieces of eight from my share of today's loot

into the common fund for the others.

I'll take this woman for myself.

Laurent, no woman is worth such a sum.

That's true, but she happens to be more than just a woman to me.

She's a score that has needed settling.

- You're out of your mind. - No compliments, please.

Do you think she'll stand the rough weather, my captain?

If you have a desire to--

And add the value of the silver bell on the masthead.

It's a wedding bell. I want that too.

An odd world, da Bilar.

- An odd world truly. - Let me go!

One never knows when one's going to be married.

Put me down! Let me go!

Let me... Put me down!

Here, what kind of bilge water is this?

That's what the grandees drink. It's Canary wine.

Well, I'm no wine-drinking canary. Give me rum.

- Take it away! - Heave-ho!

- Lively, men, lively! - Heave-ho!

Heave-ho! Heave-ho!

- Heave-ho! Heave-ho! - Courage, my child.

Heave-ho!

There's not enough of her for 50,000 pieces of eight.

My friends, I'll be honored to have you one and all

to dance at my wedding!

And when is this wedding to take place, Laurent?

At my leisure. Don't let me frighten you.

I promise you at least one hour's notice.

There is nothing in this whole wide world could

ever make me marry you.

You will accompany me to my cabin.

I assume that you have no immediate

marriage plans for my duennas.

No.

See that the ladies get safely to their cabins.

If you please.

Or if you don't please.

Clear decks for action!

Prisoners below!

All aboard!

Cast off!

If you will please proceed.

What are these preparations for? What is the meaning of all this?

The condesa has perhaps forgotten that there is

a companion ship to the Santa Madre.

The San Pablo is in sight.

The San Pablo? More death and bloodshed. You can't--

Hurry, if you wish to avoid the sight of

more death and bloodshed.

- Señor Barracuda. - What is it now?

I propose to make a bargain with you.

Indeed?

You shall have my hand in marriage.

Your hand in marriage, eh?

What are you going to do with the San Pablo?

Well, we try, but it's almost impossible

to think up anything new.

Take over. Hold her close to the wind.

And keep an eye on the San Pablo.

Evans, Wallace, man the tiller. Hold her close to the wind.

I will marry you if San Pablo is allowed to proceed unharmed.

So that's it.

Has it occurred to you at all that your hand in marriage

and the San Pablo are mine for the asking?

But you don't understand.

A genuine wedding, a proper wedding.

I will have the Lord Bishop himself perform the ceremony.

Pillery, hoist the silver bell to the masthead.

But the San Pablo, captain.

She be the easiest victim we ever had.

San Pablo will proceed unharmed.

Your attention please, Your Lordship.

I propose to be married to this lady immediately.

That is, as soon as Your Lordship can robe himself.

What?

I will profane no sacrament.

- Be not afraid, my child. - But I wish to be.

If there has been any coercion,

if it's not of your own free will.

It is of my own free will.

I wish to be married to this man, Señor Obispo, at once.

Take His Lordship and his gear to the fo'c's'le, Swaine.

And you, go to my cabin with your mistress.

And get her into the wedding gown.

I'll do nothing that you say, you... you pig.

You beast, you pig, you swine, you brute! You put me down!

Your Highness, will you walk or ride?

Wilt thou have this man to thy wedded husband

to live together after God's ordinance

in the holy estate of matrimony?

Wilt thou obey him and serve him, love, honor, and keep him

in sickness and in health?

And forsaking all others, keep thee only unto him

so long as ye both shall live?

I Will.

Why are you still dressed?

I told you to be in bed.

Brabant lace.

You will put that on.

Believe me, you will.

I'm very pleased with myself.

And as my wife, I'm sure you share your husband's delight

in what a wonderful fellow he is.

It's always been an achievement to strip Alvarado

of as much gold as I have.

And to sink as many of his ships as I have.

But now, at last, I've deprived him of his bride.

Is that why you married me, senor?

Perhaps. Perhaps because of the whipping

I took on your account.

Or I might even be in love with you.

That's not too unbelievable, is it?

Or is it?

Anyway...

whatever the reason, I have taken you for my wife...

and my wife you are going to be.

Was this intended for yourself or for me?

I meant it for you.

But I see now, I have no need of it.

There's nothing you can really do to me.

Neither your touch, nor...

nor anything you say can be of any consequence.

After all I...

I have been taught never to mind dogs or peasants.

If you're completely finished with your declaration

of love, Your Highness...

you will put that on.

Put that on, or I'll throw you to the crew without it.

Fifty thousand pieces of eight.

Are you really worth 50,000 pieces of eight?

And what am I getting in return?

Francisca de Guzman y Angandora...

bearer of one of the proudest Spanish names.

Spoiled in the cradle, taught to be useless

and selfish and arrogant.

Schooled in cruelty and stubborn pride

and cursed with an uncommonly vile temper

which you probably perfected yourself.

No.

No, you are no bargain.

On the other hand, there may be some assets

I'm not taking into account.

If I may make so bold...

my figure?

Good. It would bring 5000 at the auction in Algiers.

Say four.

My hair?

There is fire in it.

My eyes?

Cold. I might even say calculating.

My lips?

Your lips...

They could persuade me that I've made a good bargain.

Anyway, I'm about to begin to count.

If you aren't ready when I count 10...

I am ready.

Good night.

More wine for the señores.

And another slice of roast for His Lordship.

Forgive my wife's absence.

She will learn better manners in time.

If there's anything you lack, I beg you to ask for it.

Consider yourselves not my prisoners but my honored guests.

It would please me if you would recommend my piracy

to your friends when you return home.

And when will that be?

As soon as your ransoms are paid.

Tomorrow when we put in at Tortuga,

I shall send Alvarado the reckoning.

In due course, the money will arrive

and you will be free to go.

And what will become of the Condesa Francisca?

She will remain my wife.

Excuse me.

Close that door.

Don't you dare come in here

while I'm trying to fix my hair.

There are habits of the nobility, Laurent,

to which one must accustom one's self.

Under no circumstances can a lady

be expected to do her own hair.

I suggest you send Lupita to her.

I have a better notion, Mario.

You happen to be a barber who was deported for blackmail.

The whole matter can nicely be left in your hands.

There.

Pillery, sell our loot to the merchants or at public auction

whichever market seems best.

We meet tonight as usual...

and as for myself, I'm going to have a haircut.

Settlement of accounts tonight at the sign of the Turtle.

And them as ain't there, ain't paid.

A very good day, my dear Benjamin.

I don't think so.

Your venture was unsuccessful, I take it.

You know, of course, Laurent took the Santa Madre.

Five thousand a share at the very least.

And a beautiful bride for himself.

So I see.

Oh, you feel perhaps that Tortuga is no place

for a lady of her refinement.

I'm inclined to agree.

Come, Benjamin, let's drink on it.

- Ah, my captain. - Pillery.

Is it more than we expected?

The best haul we've ever had, sir.

- Rum. Bring me rum. - Aye-aye, sir.

Ah, curse these cards.

The Barracuda married the girl, you say?

Why marry her? He's a pirate, ain't he?

Well, it's eccentric behavior.

But as a sea lawyer, I pledge you there's nothing

in the articles of brotherhood against marriage.

- Just a warning. - I say rot the Barracuda.

What when the Viceroy of New Granada hears about this?

And sends 20 galleons, and an army

or two armies to get his bride back?

Do you think he'd send all that force for one girl?

That's out of a bottle, Benjy.

No, that's one thing that Benjamin's right about.

I heard it myself.

I'm a pirate, not a womanizer.

I sail the seas.

I grab a Spaniard's treasure or his ship, wherever I find it.

Then I sell it back to them. I take my chances.

But I see no reason why I should take

the Barracuda's chances for him.

What difference, anyway, if we can kill twice

as many of them first?

- We're not afraid of them. - The Barracuda's using us!

To pay off on a private feud.

I say, clear them both out of here together.

Him and his high-born wench both.

Before it's too late.

What's the law on it, Jonas?

Well, according to the articles...

a captain's privileged to do with his prize

any which way he so pleases.

That's on the one hand.

On the other hand...

prisoners taken at sea are usually sent home

in good condition.

And earn you more than their weight in ransoms.

That's on the other hand. So--

He'll send her back to Cartagena or I'll--

That's for the brotherhood to decide, Benjamin.

Governor, you're in the Barracuda's chair.

Come on, give over, will you?

Rip me if it's not the Barracuda.

Well, where is it?

Sorry, I didn't bring one this trip.

No lace nightgown?

Laurent, you worthless dog.

Who's been keeping his feet warm?

What's this?

May I present my friend, Anne Bonny. This is my wife, Anne.

Your wife?

He says it's his wife.

The Lord Bishop himself married us under

a silver bell on the Barracuda.

What did he do, catch you in the cable tier

and marry you over a pistol?

Is this true?

Yes.

You Dutch codfish! If there was a drop of honest blood in you,

I'd let it out at your throat.

All these months I've known you...

If I'd thought you'd ever heard of the word marriage.

And marriage to that!

A powdered, prissy trollop.

Broad in the beam.

Soft in the chest.

Let's look at your teeth.

Say your prayers, my pretty.

Drop it, Anne.

I have no need of your protection.

And certainly not against her.

As if any of your kind had the courage

to fight your own battles.

No, you wouldn't.

You're the nobility hiding behind your paid protection.

If you've got guts, say the word,

I'll slit you like a pigeon--

I'm sure you'd much rather fight pigeons, Mistress Bonny.

But I wonder, would you stand before me the length

of that table with pistols in our hands?

I've a mind to and the heart to, you poppet.

That's enough.

What do you say, Jonas Salter?

Am I to be struck by his doxy without satisfaction?

You'll get satisfaction from me, if you want.

Well, according to the orders and articles

of the brotherhood of the coast...

parties striking each other is to be

armed and set ashore for 30 minutes...

without interference from no others.

So be it. We'll do it by the articles, without interference.

Not so fast, Benjamin.

This will be no duel, it would be murder.

Have you ever fired a pistol?

No.

Francisca, your honor will be no good to you when you are dead.

Shake hands with Anne, drink with us and be friends.

Anne, for my sake, forgive her.

Does she crawl and beg me to?

- No. - You're exceeding your limits.

You heard what Jonas Salter said.

Without interference from no others.

You're right. It will be as they wish.

Your pistol, Raveneau. And yours, Captain Spradlin.

I will load them equally.

Bless you.

Steady.

Think, Laurent. What chance will your wife have?

The same chance as Anne Bonny.

Your pigeon has claws, Anne.

Only eagles have claws. And she's no eagle.

Will you two do without this madness?

No.

Very well, then.

According to the rules, the injured party first.

That's me.

Move it.

Will either party yield?

Take aim.

I will ask once if you are ready, and then give the word.

Oh, make her hold it steady with both hands.

I don't mind standing fire, I won't be made a honeycomb of.

Are you ready?

Ready, my friend.

Ready.

Fire!

You Dutch codfish.

Chimney soot in the pistols.

I might have known you'd do a trick like this.

That'll teach you not to marry anyone who can't see a joke.

I think you're right, Anne.

Now, if I had chosen you...

The joke seems not to your taste, Benjamin.

You and your Spanish strumpet.

And what else, Benjamin?

Take her back where she came from.

I'm waiting, Benjamin. What's your grievance?

Your wife, Dutchman. She'll have the Spanish Main upon us.

We want no more of her or you.

Does this scum speak for the brotherhood?

Are you my jury? Have I been tried?

The articles say any man who asks a hearing--

You'll hear me anyway.

What's my offense, truly?

Let me tell you.

It is that I hate the tyrant

with all my breath and spirit.

In Cartagena long ago, I took an oath...

to pry his fingers loose as far as one man might...

until he lost his grasp.

So that others coming after me might find in the New World...

what I had sought.

Well, the Spaniard begins to feel us now.

His ships go armed and still he loses them.

We even have to find ways now to coax him out to fight.

She will bring Alvarado out.

And I'll be ready for him.

And if that's the crime Captain Black sees fit

to charge me with... I plead guilty.

Guilty in the highest degree.

- Laurent! - No!

Your teeth are chattering, Benjamin.

Are you afraid?

You can have your life for what it's worth.

But get out of Tortuga before the morning.

I warn you.

Gangway!

Who is it?

Your husband, remember?

I felt there was something I ought to say to you.

But I'm a little afraid you will misunderstand.

You've told me I was brought up simply to be an ornament.

You couldn't expect an ornament to understand.

That's just it.

- You are an ornament. - Thank you.

I admired you at the Sea Turtle tonight.

You had dignity, a sense of fitness, courage.

And?

And I was proud of you.

The Señor Barracuda is very gracious.

You're not to be sarcastic about everything I say to you.

You mean that occasionally, you say what you mean?

Genuinely mean?

I have a suggestion.

Let us both be genuine with each other.

About the Sea Turtle...

I might have been offended tonight if I had been your wife.

But after all, that woman, that...

That... What's her name?

You know her name.

Very well.

Anne Bonny.

You put the soot in the pistols to protect her as well.

Anne was my dearest friend.

She was all I had until I met you.

I don't know what purpose you could have in telling me that.

Unless you really mean it.

I do mean it.

Please...

Please don't make me believe you again.

Last night when you left me here, you...

you didn't mean it then. You couldn't have.

Why did you leave?

If you had stayed...

When I captured the Santa Madre and you...

and decided to marry you...

I wasn't sure whether I did it out of contempt...

for revenge against Alvarado. But now I know.

I want you to be my wife.

Really my wife.

- Laurent. - Yes?

Oh...

Why?

Tell me, why?

Careful, you scum.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

And you, Dutchman, tell your bride goodbye.

She's off to Cartagena on the turn of the tide.

My dear captain, you must forgive me.

What I do is not for my own choice, but for your own good,

and in the name of the brotherhood.

Mario is sailing your ship.

Anne Bonny is in charge of your wife.

And you're staying here in Tortuga,

whether you like it or not.

Laurent.

That's enough.

Stop the wench.

I'm beginning to think the Spanish witch had

a spell on you.

Soak me if I don't believe it's that nightgown.

Take him ashore.

Loose the foretopsail.

We'll fire a cannon when we're clear of the harbor.

Then cut him loose and run for it.

Shove off.

Anchor up. The bow is clear.

Here comes the Barracuda. Get the crew aboard the Cobra.

- We sail in an hour. - Aye.

Be careful, Señor Barracuda. We wish no harm to befall you.

I shall remember your thoughtfulness, Raveneau.

And you will remember it too, to the end of your days.

I'll take over from here, Lussan.

- What do you want? - Him.

Just leave the two of us alone and he'll trouble you no more.

Benjy, you've been drinking too much.

There'll be no murder here as long as Laurent's in my charge.

Now, put down that pistol, or I'll--

Hold it, Dutchman.

You're a very brave man, Benjy, aren't you?

I don't think I'll dirty my steel on you.

Swaine!

Strike me if it ain't the spitting image of the Barracuda.

We had sure a fight.

The Barracuda, he's dead as he ought to be.

Quick, Pillery, untie me.

Why, it is the Barracuda.

- You hear? It's the Barracuda. - Huh?

Oh.

Are you hurt, Swaine?

He means we can handle a dozen like Black any time you say.

Hey, what's that?

That's the signal that my friend da Bilar got clean away

with my wife and my ship.

You really mean to say that he stole your wife and your ship?

That's truly accommodating of Benjy.

To leave his ship where we need it at the time we need it most.

Oh, the Cobra will never overhaul the Barracuda.

She can get us to Cartagena. And that is all I need.

And I would have used my power and freed you even before this.

But such tropical fruit as ours...

they must be eaten immediately when picked

or else they become worthless.

He did her no harm, did he?

Apparently not, Your Excellency.

Murderous words, My Lord Bishop.

I prefer to believe I heard you say, "indubitably not."

The Condesa Francisca de Guzmany Angandora.

Welcome to Cartagena.

His Excellency the Lord Bishop has informed us of your capture

and of your grave trials and tribulations.

Why didn't you tell me she was beautiful?

I did tell you, Your Excellency.

Why didn't you tell me she is more beautiful than you did?

I have also been informed, my child

of an alleged marriage between yourself

and this, this Barracuda.

Well, obviously, I hold it to be no marriage at all.

And what I hold anything not to be automatically becomes.

To begin with, any man who adopts nom de plume of a fish.

It is always possible to petition

to have the marriage annulled.

But that would take months, wouldn't it?

On the average, about 18.

Eighteen months?

I refuse to wait like a beggar with my hat

in my hand for 18 months.

My dear child, there is no reason

why we shouldn't be married tomorrow.

Tomorrow, Your Excellency?

Well, yesterday, unfortunately is impossible.

Today? Today I will be devoting all of my attention

to the task of making myself even more personable for you.

But tomorrow, I have the entire day free.

We shall be married tomorrow.

But a girl has so many things to consider, Your Excellency.

Suppose I were to find myself with two husbands?

A pirate can never be regarded as a husband...

except maybe by another pirate.

And now, Condesa Francisca, I beg your leave.

I will attend to all arrangements for

the wedding feast and the banquet myself.

Besides, I have matters of state...

papers to sign, people to be hanged,

who cannot be hanged without my signature.

I will be back shortly.

Come along.

Ah, we'll make a beautiful couple.

You told me he was a man of noble bearing.

He was a man of noble--

Oh, yes, I did, didn't I?

Well, he's not. He's fat.

Can't you regard him as just pleasingly plump?

My poor Lord Bishop.

My child, you're a bad influence.

I was to have signed authorizations

for several people to be hanged.

Instead, I became soft.

So I instructed they be turned on the rack instead.

Well, is my little bride all a-flutter?

Out of respect for the condesa's feelings,

I must counsel that she return home.

And your marriage to her be postponed.

I am sure your advice is sound.

However, I will ignore it.

Commandante, in the future

we will apply the word "beautiful" to all the ladies

who have previously appeared on these premises.

You will now invent a new word...

meaning much more than beautiful...

which will be applied exclusively

to la Condesa Francisca.

Eighteen months.

It's absurd.

If I may remind Your Excellency, I have made my decision.

I am returning home to my father.

You are in error. We will not discuss it.

I insist on returning home.

It is always a mistake to insist upon a decision

one is powerless to enforce.

After all, it was also your father's wish that you

and I be married.

I will continue to assume it is your true wish as well.

And what have you done with the pirates

who brought His Lordship and la condesa?

They are still aboard the ship, Your Excellency.

I desire to see them.

I will honor them with my personal attention at once.

Pray, excuse me, my child. And you, Your Lordship.

Your Excellency...

I will accompany you.

You are already acquiring a taste for my company.

Good.

By all means, come along.

So this is the Barracuda.

I fancy her as well as any of our own armada.

- Perhaps better. - I agree, Your Excellency.

With some alteration, it would make a good ship of war.

The elimination of Señor Barracuda alone

is alteration enough to convert her into what really I need.

A vessel for my private pleasure.

Don't be surprised, my dear, if some fine evening

she puts out to sea

carrying you on your honeymoon

in the arms of your beloved.

If my reference to "your beloved" is vague...

I refer to myself.

Bless me, it's a woman.

So I am, hogshead. But what are you?

I'm the one who must decide whether you hang

or burn at the stake.

It's a difficult choice.

I promised them safe-conduct back to Tortuga.

You did?

Oh, well, I probably would have done the same thing.

And I wouldn't have kept my word.

I see no earthly reason why I should keep yours.

When I gave these people my word, I meant it to be kept.

There is no such thing as a word of honor that must be kept...

as far as this rubbish is concerned.

My word must be kept.

You shall have your way.

These people are to be kept under guard,

as light a guard as necessary...

until a way is found to return them

to their fellow pirates.

- Does that satisfy you? - I have your word for it?

- You have. - Thank you.

Commandante, you will escort the condesa to the gangway.

Thank you.

You will take these riffraff, shackled if necessary

to the Prison of the Penitentes.

You will keep them there until I decide

whether they burn at the stake separately or together.

I should have cut your--

What uncouth language. Take her away.

You bas--!

- Your Excellency. - Who are you?

Mario da Bilar, of whom you must have heard, I'm sure.

Indeed I have. You shall be hanged.

As a reward for restoring Your Excellency's bride?

Your Excellency is joking, undoubtedly.

Hanged?

Only by the thumbs.

But-but the Condesa Francisca pledged me that...

It will be a worthwhile experience to learn

that no one as lowborn as yourself

may ever have the presumption

to rely upon the word of the daughter of the Viceroy.

Now what?

I have a report, Your Excellency.

An armed schooner of English build

is making her way along the coast.

The Cobra, of course. And the Barracuda's on board her.

Now, what made me say that?

Señor Barracuda and I, we've had our misunderstandings,

but he's still my friend.

By your leave, I'd rather be hanged at once

than be tempted to betray him upon his arrival here.

My, you're a scoundrel.

What evidence have you that the Barracuda's aboard the Cobra?

- None. - Then why do you say--?

Because I know him. It's as I know

the sun will rise tomorrow, I know the man.

He'll not rest until he frees the condesa and Anne Bonny.

Or is killed in the attempt.

The latter alternative is the more likely.

And, incidentally, the more satisfactory.

But if you were of any assistance

in bringing this, this Barracuda

within the sphere of my benevolent custody...

you might avoid hanging altogether.

As great a service as that, Your Excellency,

is certainly worth...

- You have conditions to suggest? - Condesa Francisca promised...

me 50,000 pieces of eight and the Order of the Golden Spur.

There is something almost engaging

about your impudence.

Alright, 50,000 pieces of eight it shall be.

And the Order of the Golden Spur.

On my honor as an hidalgo of Spain.

I thank Your Excellency. Now, let me see.

The Barracuda will unquestionably come ashore

in a cove long used by our men for scouting purposes...

some leagues along the coast.

Now, if I were to escape your custody...

- That could be arranged, I take? - It could.

I would meet him there.

Laurent!

I knew you'd come. I've been looking everywhere for you.

Never in my life have I been so glad to see friends.

You can imagine my feelings when I tell you that less than

three hours ago, I lay in a cell, condemned to torture.

If it hadn't been for the assistance of an officer

whom I'd known in happier days and had helped...

If I can be of any service to you, Laurent.

Laurent, surely you believe me.

You stole my ship.

I only acted in name of the brotherhood,

your interest and none other.

We realized that we were losing you, that...

that you were becoming unfaithful to our common cause.

You hear what I hear, don't you? I was untrue to the cause.

Let me finish him off.

You were saying, Mario?

If I die for saying it, it was your wife who betrayed us all.

What of my wife?

From the moment you met her, even when she was

telling you that she loved you, she was scheming

and contriving to get us to free her from you.

Finally, we consented. Not for her sake, for yours.

Go on.

She promised us all safe-conduct back to Tortuga

after we brought her here to marry Alvarado.

Well?

Anne Bonny and all your crew are now rotting

in the dungeons of the Penitentes...

sentenced to burn at the stake.

That's how much you can trust her.

- You realize what you've told? - Fully.

Apparently, she couldn't wait for the wedding

before moving into His Excellency's palace.

In his palace?

Under the same roof?

Forgive me, Mario, for not trusting you at first.

I thank you for your information.

Get more of it, if you can and

meet me tonight in the marketplace when it grows dark.

You can rely on me.

- Here, how can you believe him? - Who tells you I do?

He's such a liar. If he bids me good morning,

I figure it's night and go to bed.

- Every word he says-- - Not every word.

Some are true, and some are not, a kind of hash.

But I won't swallow it before I find out what it's made of.

Find out where, from her?

You'll be putting yourself in prison.

Not the worst place to be.

That's where our true friends are.

Something tells me that they'd be awfully glad to welcome us.

Come along.

Your Excellency. Capitan Mario da Bilar.

Send him in.

So you've returned already, have you?

Oh, dear, I seem to know less about scoundrels than I thought.

Surely, Your Excellency never doubted me.

Not at all.

I took it for granted you would betray me if you could.

Well, have you been successful?

Your Excellency shall be the judge.

I've just met a man of consequence, of genuine--

Oh, come to the point.

I brought up a topic to which no man is ever insensitive.

A lady with whom he's in love.

I intimated she might possibly not be in love with him.

In fact, that she might even be making a fool of him.

- You're shrewder than I thought. - Oh, Your Excellency.

It was not intended to be a compliment.

I promised you 10,000 pieces of eight.

Fifty thousand was the sum you mentioned, Your Excellency.

Fifty was the sum I mentioned but 10,000 was what

I had in mind.

Whatever Your Excellency says.

Exactly.

It would by my assumption that vanity would lead

this person to investigate whether he has

or has not been made a fool of.

For example, if you were in his place, Your Excellency.

If I were in his position. Yes.

I think I would call upon the lady.

Laurent.

I'm sorry if I've startled you.

But there was too little time and too much danger

to have myself announced with more formality.

Wait. Let me close the door.

You must not stay here.

If you were discovered, don't you know what they'd do to you?

Oh, Laurent, you were mad to come here.

There is safety in that kind of madness.

Who would ever suspect I would come here of all places?

Unless, of course, you intend to send for Alvarado.

Oh, Laurent, be serious.

Why don't you kiss me?

You would like to continue with this farce, wouldn't you?

What are you talking about?

When I think how I believed in you...

believed that a lady of your world could possibly

- stoop to a buccaneer. - Laurent, I won't listen to you.

All the time let me make love to you. You let me believe

you loved me. You were scheming to leave me.

What makes you say such a dreadful thing?

What proof have you?

When I left you in Tortuga--

The only proof I have is within myself. In my heart.

The very first time we met, you had me lashed.

Because I had the insolence to speak to you.

The dagger you were ready to stab me with,

that was your real self.

It was only when you thought it was safer to play up to--

That night in the cabin, in Tortuga,

I tried to explain to you then.

These things you're saying now, they're not true at all,

they're only half-truths, things that may once have been so.

But have not been so since I realized how...

How much I do love you.

Well, what are your proofs that you love me?

I wish there were some proofs I could give you.

Unless you're prepared to believe what I say

just because I say it...

I have no proofs.

You've had my crew thrown into the prison.

Anne Bonny, to whom you promised safe-conduct home,

she's under lock and key, waiting with the rest of 'em

to be burned at the stake

in celebration of the royal holiday.

Anne Bonny and your crew?

I'm sure the flames will add a bit of color

to the festivities connected--

- Call the guard. - With your next marriage.

Laurent, you must go. You've got to go.

I take it you know the palace guard is coming.

I swear to you I didn't. Please, you must go.

And now it is too late to be of any use, you warn me.

But I too had conceived such a possibility myself.

So you're the Barracuda?

Or Laurent Van Horn, remember?

Yes, I remember. You were presumptuous and I punished you.

Oh, we're old friends.

But it's an intimacy that won't endure much longer, I'm afraid.

I will rid you of this intruder immediately and permanently.

Why don't you tell him the truth about Anne Bonny.

Laurent, you've got to know, you must--

I still consider it a delightful privilege to have known you.

And I shall remember you to the end of my days.

What a pretty speech.

Search the garden.

You, look in the shrubbery to the right.

Remember, get the weapons to me in the prison

as you did in Maracaibo, I count on you.

Make sure there are no more of them.

A thousand pardons for this intrusion, my child.

But I thought it necessary, for your sake even more than my own.

Let me open you another bottle.

Not now. Uh...

What if someone saw us?

Take them the basket and hurry back here.

I'll be waiting for you.

Here is your last meal.

Don't choke on the bones.

Did you hear? The last meal.

What did he say?

He said he doesn't care.

It's the viceroy. I should have left here long ago.

If he finds you here in your condition with me,

his-his favorite...

I know, it would be my last meal too.

Strike me if I'd ever thought I'd see you again.

Shh.

Francisca. She's here.

She knows the way to a man's heart.

Put it out of sight.

On second thought, I'd rather wear the white brocade.

- It flatters my figure. - Yes, sir.

Mind you, my dear Escobar...

this visit of mine is not meant to reflect

on the way you run this prison.

I merely find that my appearance now and then keeps people

on their toes.

I think you'll find everything

to your liking, Your Excellency.

Oh, be careful of the steps,

Your Excellency.

And don't forget to tell my barber

that my beard wants trimming.

Yes, Your Excellency.

You let any man come that close

to your throat with a blade?

Coco, tell the man that I do.

He shouldn't have thought he could steal a woman and her love

the way he stole ships, goods and riches. Huh?

For the first time, we see eye to eye.

A woman cannot be stolen, nor her love.

Hang him high.

High enough for him to have a last glimpse of the Barracuda.

A crowning touch, that.

Yes, Your Excellency.

Make a note that the wedding party will be

brought on the same barge with the priests.

And let him and his party reach their destination first.

Da Bilar. What a pretty sight.

Now hiding behind His Excellency's rather broad back.

What a pity that one of the few comparable swordsmen

should be reduced to parrying with words.

Even if I had something more pointed than words

I would not use it now.

Well, Coco, since we shan't see him again,

our condolences.

He mustn't see me.

I didn't know your kind cared about their men

as much as we do.

I love him.

I came here to keep my word that all of you would go free.

You come now, please.

Well, strike me.

- You-you... - Walk ahead of me.

- My wife. - Come on, open up.

- Do you believe me now? - Yes.

I'll never forget these seconds.

I'll never forget the way you look now.

Hey, stow it. You'll have the guards on our necks.

- You, where's the armory? - Come on. Step lively.

- Come on, hurry. - Gangway!

I'm sure you're wrong.

They reported to me that the palace sent a maidservant.

I'm telling you the palace sent no maidservant.

There's some girl here. It would be well for me to find out about

her and for you to see that she doesn't slip past the gates.

I'll see to it.

Hard as I try, I can't believe this is your bridal gown.

Of course, there's still time for you to change

and take your place on the barge.

I think, I'm sure you'll agree that

the less said about this to Alvarado, the better.

Well, Mario, at last.

Oh, Laurent.

You dirty bilge rat.

Make for the harbor.

Avoid the fortress, it bristles with soldiers.

Come on, my boys.

Head him for the Carolinas.

From there...

good sailing.

- Do you see the boat? - I see nothing, sir.

Don't look at me, you won't find it in my face. Look out there.

- Yes, sir. - And keep on looking.

Why are you putting those pillows on deck?

Do you think we wish to spend the night here?

- Idiot. Take them below. - Yes, Your Excellency.

Here, take them below. Quick.

I will enjoy that tomorrow morning at breakfast.

More soldiers? What are they for?

There has been an uprising.

- The pirates are at large. - What?

These men were sent to protect you now that you are

to return ashore.

Return ashore? Their leader has no ship but this.

I'll wait for him here. Are there more of you?

They are waiting alongside, Your Excellency.

Send them up.

With those already aboard, they will constitute

an adequate committee of reception.

The boat is coming, Your Excellency.

- Shall I signal it to turn back? - Not at all.

The condesa should acquaint herself with

the way I deal with men who cross me.

The good fathers will be completely unaware that

their robes are missing until they wake.

And, believe me, Pillery used no violence.

But I'm afraid the Lord Bishop himself may be expected.

If so, His Lordship's absence may have to be excused.

Officer, form a guard of honor to receive the condesa.

And put down the carpet.

My dear.

Father Lorenzo is deputizing for His Lordship.

The bishop is confined with another attack of gout.

I pity him, while I rejoice that he caused me no delay.

And I fancied we'd be married right here.

I take it for granted you agree.

I must make mention of an unforeseen delay.

You are not yet, as scheduled, a widow.

We shall therefore have to restrain our impatience...

not for weeks, nor days, nor even hours, I hope.

Don't hope.

I should have said it will be only a matter of minutes.

Because this ship is amply fortified.

Which I'm sure you didn't anticipate.

I indulge myself in the thought that you were

unwillingly persuaded into this intrigue.

It was of my own choosing.

You chose the loser and I permit you to change your mind.

I have no intention of changing my mind.

Don't try my affection too far.

I'm not one of your kind anymore.

No matter what you do to me, I never will share your triumph.

- Lieutenant. - Call your guards.

They can't make me despise you any less.

You, who stand for everything I wish to forget.

Lieutenant.

Where are you?

Sentry.

Sentry.

Sentry!

Cut the anchor cable. Set topsails.

We can't sail past the fortress, sir.

The channel lies in point-blank range.

It's time we made a run for it.

You fools.

You'll never clear the harbor.

The garrison is under my personal instruction to fire...

if this ship so much as moves before daybreak.

Sound the alarm. Man your guns.

Sound the alarm!

At least we all may have the dubious

consolation of dying together.

Man your guns.

The Barracuda. She sails long before her time, sir.

The priest. The bride.

His Excellency.

Is there any reason he shouldn't be married ahead of time?

Look carefully at the priest, sir.

Isn't he rather tall for the bishop?

Yes, strangely tall, I grant you.

Stand ready to fire by sections.

Stand ready to fire by sections.

Fire.

Why don't you fire?

Section number three, independent fire.

It will be moments now.

Close your eyes and pray that we will be delivered.

And to think that I should have considered firing on her...

with His Excellency on board.

Give them the rockets for good luck.

Long live the Viceroy.

Oh, let's hang him from yardarm.

- String him up. - Cut out his heart.

No, no. We gotta do this proper.

Step by step. Limb from limb.

Can't you let him live somehow?

Find a way for him to do some useful work?

Work? No, condesa.

Yours is the cruelest of all suggestions.

Lucky Don Juan Alvarado.

I knew he wouldn't wait.

He's dead.