All language subtitles for Wagon Train S03E07 - The Cappy Darrin Story

Mm.

Mm-hm, mm-hm.

Major, you better
hurry back there.

Oh, no! Not Cappy Darrin again!

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

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

I'll see you later. B-Bill!

Ohh!

Hold it up, Tuck.

You got me ringing more
than that goldong bell.

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

All right, now,
just why in tarnation

are you ringing that bell
this time of night?

Come on, speak up, Charlie,

and you better make it good,

or I'll ring that bell
with your head.

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

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

Peru, huh?

That's right.
It's my calculations.

And if you don't
change your bearings,

we're going to be
in Mexico tomorrow.

So it's Peru now, is it?

Cappy couldn't make a mistake.

We are heading for Peru!

Oh, it's getting serious, Major.

Yes, I should say
it is getting serious.

Serious enough to vibrate
a whole wagon train,

keeping these poor people awake

with that confounded
fire bell of yours.

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

from the good ship Shenandoah.

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

you ring that thing
again tonight,

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

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

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

The Ephe... the Ephe-what?

The Ephemerides.

Here it is, right here,

in this American Nautical
Almanac.

That's the Bible
for every seaman.

Why, this marks
the exact Ephemerides

of the planets Venus,
Mars, and Jupiter,

and the location of 55 stars!

How else would you expect
to get the latitude of Polaris

and know where you are?

That's right, Major.

Polaris! Peru! Poppycock!

You listen to me, old sailor,

this is the Overland Trail,

and I know every
wagon wheel rut in it

from one end to the other.

A wagon wheel rut
is no better marker

than wave on the high seas.

Where we goin' now?

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

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

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

through that thingamabob,

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

You scuttle after!

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

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

I want to go over these
charts with your grandpa.

You know, Tuck,

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

He's much too salty
for my taste.

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

You could use some good
navigating, full-time.

Yeah, I probably could, Tuck.

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

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

Good night, boy.

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

Come on up
to my wagon, will you?

Ahoy! Ahoy, Cappy!

You forgot the charts
and your ship's log!

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

Ahh...

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

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

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

I guess it's
really true, Charlie.

There's no fool
like an old fool.

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

Cappy knows what he's doing.

Oh, Cappy knows exactly
what he's doing.

I had my mind on
somebody else, Charlie.

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

Oh, you...!

Have you got enough
ammunition, Cappy?

Enough to sink
the Spanish Armada, son.

But can you really
straighten things out?

I think Major Adams knows.

Well, maybe so,

but you just remember
the password.

I'm Cappy Darrin,

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

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

and I've come out
a regular-built,

Down East Johnny cake.

Sink 'em good, Grandpa.

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

Could I help you, Admiral?

Sir. Yeah, thanks.

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

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

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

You see, a navigation chart

wouldn't bother about marking
a trifling wagon road.

Cappy, those "trifling
wagon roads" you talk about

can be two miles wide.

How come?

Well, you see,
there's always stock

goes along with a wagon train,

and they've got to graze.

Now, the more trains
that go through,

the more grass they eat,

and the wider the trail becomes.

Well, I might suggest
that they make a change,

the next time that
the Bureau of Navigation

prints up some charts.

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

But what bothers me is how,

after all these years
traveling the same trail,

I could end up this year
30 degrees off course?

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

No, it doesn't, Charlie.

Well, there was
no reason for it.

There were no currents
or rough seas to speak of.

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

I still think it was
that scout's fault.

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

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

but now you've just gone too far

with your nautical nonsense,

with that sextant
and that compass

and the charts

and that confounded logbook.

Now, let me tell you something...

Neither the moon nor the sun,

nor any of those
55 stars you talk about,

including Polaris,

is going to change the
course of this wagon train

or destiny.

But it's in the stars, Major.

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

and we'll be there
tomorrow afternoon,

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

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

because Tuck is not going
with you to San Francisco.

Charlie. Yes, sir?

Why don't you
get us a hot drink?

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

You know, I've watched you
raise that boy

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

You made a good sailor
out of him,

a darn good sailor,
and he's man enough

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

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

Jack Hardy's son belongs to me.

Cappy, it was her
will and testament.

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

to give him the best advantages.

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

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

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

Why, you contentious
old rapscallion,

you've got more bite
with those sharp words

than you have in those
store teeth of yours.

Store teeth!

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

At 70, Cappy? I'm 50.

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

I don't feel over 20!

And if you feel
contrary to that,

just step up to that line.

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

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

Come on up here
and toe the mark.

Tumble up here.

I'll take in your sail. Come on.

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

Whether you know it or not,

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

You're the only man in the world

that could open up Tuck's heart

so he could live with his uncle.

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

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

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

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

He's good enough
to tame Kingston

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

Now, why is it you can't
satisfy yourself

to stay with him and Tuck?

Why?

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

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

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

Why, me and Tuck
would end up turning into

a couple of dry desert
lizards or something.

Cappy...

haven't you seen enough
water for one lifetime?

I've gotta go.

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

People read a lot of
things in the stars.

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

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

Where'd he go, Major?

Well, Charlie, I'm...

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

TUCK: Seven bells,
and all's well.

Seven bells, and all's well.

Ahoy.

Ahoy.

Permission requested
to come aboard, mate.

Lay forward
and give us the word.

I'm Cappy Darrin, young sir.

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

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

How come you forgot part of it?

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

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

Well, we've...

we've got that
to talk about, Tuck.

Permission granted
to come aboard, sir.

Sit down, Tuck.

Tell me something, Tuck,

do you know what
a ship of the line is?

Sure. She's a ship of war

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

That's exactly it.

Well, in a manner of speaking,

that was about the size
of Major Adams tonight.

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

and sank me to the bottom.

But I can help next time.

No.

It would be too late
and too little.

No, there's no way around it.

We dock in Kingston tomorrow,

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

I won't!

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

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

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

But that's only on the water.

You see, Tuck, on land,

your uncle has
a rank like admiral,

and Major Adams
captains for him,

and he has his duty
to deliver you there.

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

They're nothing but pirates!

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

All you've heard
is my black temper

and my wagging tongue
against them.

You just haven't
seen them right.

But they're landlubbers!

Well, your uncle is...

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

and he means to do well by you.

He wants to make a
fine gentleman out of you.

I don't care!

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

and trust that
I know what's best.

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

Nobody wants to hurt you, Tuck.

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

Never were gonna
take me with you.

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

Oh, you can't
believe that, Tuck,

you just can't!

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

and maybe it's a better side.

You know, Mason stands
for your education

and the right schools
and the best teachers.

How can you side with him?

You've been teaching me.

You're the best teacher
in the whole world.

There isn't but one school.

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

Aye, a ship is the best school,

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

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

and there's some, like Mason,

that call it a devil.

Maybe he's right,
that you first should have

more learning and more growing.

Like what, Cappy?

Don't I know
this ship well enough?

I know her by heart.

See, look.

At this end, the bowsprit.

Here's the flying jib,

this 3-cornered sail
that goes up along its boom

along these stays,

and comes to
the top-gallant masthead.

And, see, it's held
to these stays

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

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

You don't have to prove
yourself to me.

Then you'll take me?

Well, if you're...

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

You were only 12
when you ran away to sea,

and you did it by yourself!

Yeah, but it was different.

There was none that wanted
to look out for me.

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

They'd scour the whole country,

and the minute they caught us,

they'd hang me from
the yardarm at dawn!

With you navigating,
they couldn't catch us.

You'd outmaneuver 'em easy.

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

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

but we couldn't help
but leave wheel tracks.

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

Well...

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

and this is a strange
kind of an ocean

for the kind of man
I am, you know.

Lord Nelson didn't run
from Trafalgar.

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

It wouldn't be like you
not to try.

All right.

Get the schooner ready.
She sails tonight.

Aye-aye, sir!

Now, the first thing
for you to do

is to look in the grub box.

Maybe we could get
some food in Kingston.

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

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

but we'll have to turn pirate,

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

Ah.

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

What are you looking for, Cappy?

Ah, here's the magic, Tuck!

Chinese firecrackers,
right from Hong Kong!

You know what we'll do?

We'll have our own
Fourth of July

and make our own
freedom tonight!

What's the matter?

Come on.

By golly, I must be gettin' old.

You gettin' that feelin' again?

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

You're not worried about
that trouble between

the Pawnee and Comanche,
are you?

No, we've been
through here before

when the Pawnee were raiding
the Comanche hunting grounds.

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

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

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

They'd have to be
pretty desperate

before they'd jump
an Armada like this.

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

using that seafaring talk.

Well, comes kinda natural.

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

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

What boy didn't?

Oh, four bells, huh?

I'd better relieve Ed
and check the livestock.

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

Long as you're out there, Bill,

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

just in case.

All right.

Pshew. That sure was
a close one.

Say, you coming down
with a chill?

Nah, it was just a tickle.

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

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

Nothing could make me
sicker than calomel.

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

a store of calomel
in its medicine chest.

You can hold your nose
when you take it.

All right, sir.

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

I wouldn't disobey you, sir.

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

It's all clear.

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

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

Hoo! Aye-aye, sir!

Ahoy!

Wooster! Yeah?

Wooster! Ahoy! What is it?

Look alive there!

What is all the ruckus out here?

Not so loud. They'll hear us.

Who will hear us?

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

Keep still.

What is it you're hearing?

Oh, they're
very clever, you know.

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

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

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

Hoo! Hoo!

Is that what you're hearing?

That's an Indian, Wooster!

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

but nobody fools old Wooster
when it comes to owls.

I know my owls!

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

and wake you up
out of a sound sleep

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

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

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

Now, you go on
and leave me alone.

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

I suppose I gave you
too much credit

to handle a serious
thing like this.

Hoo! Hoo!

Cappy, hear that
up in the woods?

Yes. Sounds like an owl.

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

McCullough's been
expecting trouble.

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

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

You go get the Major and Hawks,

and I'll hitch up my pants.

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

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

Yeah, I forgot.

All right, I'm ready.

Ready or not, full astern.

No. Astern, mate, astern.

I thought we'd
check your owl first.

I'm willing to trust
your judgment, Wooster.

Thank you, Cappy.

Astern we go. Come on, now.

Wait, wait!

You might miss and
give away our position!

Yeah. I can't see
anything, anyway.

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

We'd better go back
and warn the camp.

Do you want to take
a chance on being wrong?

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

trying to get ourselves killed.

Well, will you look at that?

Poor fellow must have
a sore throat.

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

Don't be so quick
to hoist your sail.

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

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

What was that?! What?

That shadow moving
over there. Where?

Leeward, athwart our horse.

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

Oh, come on. Follow me.

Now, wait a minute, Cappy.

I found me an owl,

and that's all the traipsing
around the brush

I'm gonna do
in my long johns tonight.

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

but you were in
such a hurry to get back.

What kind of a joke
is this, Cappy?

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

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

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

Are you serious, Cappy?

Serious enough to resort to
piracy, under the circumstances.

Put your hands behind
your neck and lay forward.

Go ahead!

Get some rope, Tuck!

You're not gonna
hang me, are you?

We're taking on
supplies right now.

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

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

Yes, sir.

Well, tie him
the same way to the wheel.

Come on.

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

Are you gonna shoot him, Cappy?

You wouldn't do that, would you?

I will if it's necessary.

Fox! Schenck! Denton!
Fort up your wagons!

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

Wooster!

Where were you
when the shooting started?

I was out checking some owls
Cappy told me about.

Cappy? Yeah.

Cappy Darrin?

Owls?

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

♪ Way, hey, blow the man down ♪

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

♪ Give me some time
to blow the man down ♪

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

♪ Way, hey, blow the man down ♪

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

♪ Give me some time
to blow the man down ♪

Ohh.

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

My feet are killing me.

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

Ah, well... Pull!

He won't get too far.

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

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

I've still got
livestock to round up,

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

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

I just hope that old coot
fares a little bit better

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

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

If I don't sound too ignorant,

what the heck is an albatross?

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

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

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

Wooster!

Wooster!

BILL: Something's
moving this wagon.

Sure is.

Well...

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

You let 'em fool you again, huh?

They had a cannon
in my back, Major.

The man was desperate,
I tell you.

What'd you do, help 'em?

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

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

Well, I guess we might
as well get moving.

It's almost dawn.

The sooner we get to Kingston,

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

Close it up!

Ugh!

Now I feel better.

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

Well, it does
something for me too.

I never seen you take any.

Well, I've never been that sick.

Want to get my glass here.

What are you looking for, Cappy?

Water!

This vessel's leaving tracks.

Water's our only chance
to cover our wake.

Otherwise, they'll
find us for sure.

There's a stream
marked in this guidebook,

called the Platte River, see?

Where'd you get this book, Tuck?

From Major Adams' wagon.

I thought maybe it'd
show some other trails

besides the one
the wagon train's on.

Did you find any? Unh-unh.

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

we'd miss Kingston

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

Oh, mariners don't need a trail!

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

Here's something else
I got from Wooster,

special for you.

Hardtack! I knew you'd like it.

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

Let's get ready to sail.

Giddyup!

Whoa, whoa! Heave to!

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

Well, uh, there's
that supercargo

that I was saving
for the Polynesians

when we get to Tahiti, you know?

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

Aye, it's dead weight.

And we don't need
the ballast here.

Now, watch yourself there.

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

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

Come on, now.

Look out. Look out, Tuck.

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

Come on! Come on!

Cast off the lines.

Ahoy.

I think we're
about ready to set sail.

You think this is
the Platte, Cappy?

No, no, but we must
be getting close.

Look! Hm?

Let's weigh anchor
for the Platte.

Come on, Tuck!

Hurry up, Tuck!

Come on, now.

Pawnee?

Oh, probably some
friendly natives. Giddyup!

They're not shooting at us.

Here, they probably want
to see our colors.

Whoa! Heave to!

We'd better let them
come alongside.

Hey, what's the big idea?

Here, you can't do that!

Here, just a minute here!

Keep your scroungy hands
off that boy!

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

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

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

Well, you can save yourself
a lot of trouble

because we've already
scuttled our treasure.

It's back there a few leagues.

You bring guns
to our enemy, the Pawnee.

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

No, I brought pretty things,

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

You know, for the ladies.

They're yours
for the taking, Chief.

They're right down there.

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

That's it. Now you got it.

Army glass. Navy.
That's my glass!

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

No! We haven't seen any Pawnee,

and we don't intend to, either.

You leave wagon road,
come on our hunting ground,

help Pawnee sell guns
like other white traders.

W-we're telling the truth.

We're going to canoe
over big mountains.

Him tell truth.
You speak with forked tongue.

This Army glass.

Navy glass.

Chief, you don't know
the difference between

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

I keep. You go back wagon road.

Oh, no, no.

We're going to the Platte.

Wagon road. Platte.
Glass stay here.

Hey, hey, Chief,

you don't know
what you're asking.

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

Huh!

He sure drives a harder bargain
than his Polynesian cousins.

Come on, Tuck, let's go.

Close 'em up back there!

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

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

Want me to go with you?

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

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

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

All right. You know, Major,

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

I think ol' Cappy
will be so tired,

he'll want to sit it
out a while.

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

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

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

Well, five fathoms deep.

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

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

It's a full-blown river now.

We'd better get in.

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

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

It's the principle of flotation.

Won't she ship water?

Not if you'll bear a hand.

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

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

She's floating!
We're really afloat!

Well, of course we are.

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

Not exactly, but I
couldn't help wondering

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

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

Cappy. What is it, son?

There's some water leaking in.

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

How much seepage, Cappy?

My goodness!

That caulking must have
been a little old.

What'll we do now, Cappy?

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

You think we ought
to abandon ship?

I'm surprised at you.
Abandon ship?

It's sink or swim, Tuck!

That's a boy. Abandon ship!

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

Waterlogged, that's all.

That wagon can't possibly
go to the bottom.

Could she still
be made to float?

Well, you might say
she's floating underwater.

We'll get her out.

Nothing like good navy bean soup

after a good swim, eh, Tuck?

Wonderful.

You warm enough?

Say, you're shivering
something terrible!

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

'cause the soup feels
so good goin' down.

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

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

We'll see about that.

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

Well, you must have been
feeling very desperate today

to take that stuff
all by yourself.

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

Well, gosh!

You shouldn't try
to hide that from me.

Why, that's like
deceiving yourself.

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

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

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

You'll see. Wait till morning.

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

Are you too tired
to hear a story?

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

A real scary one?

Lie down.

It was dark and stormy, it was,

and the good ship Shenandoah

was tossed and rolled
on a heavy sea.

She was bound for
the Bay of San Francisco,

and she was carrying...

Well, carrying a prize
that was worth

a king's ransom to her captain.

Gold and jewels?

No, no, lad, no.

It was a human prize.

He was the cabin boy,

a youngster, much like you,

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

But listen now.

Hear it?

Do you hear the angry waters
hitting the bow

with force and noise
like giant sledgehammers?

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

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

She was...

she was a ship without a crew.

Only the captain
and his cabin boy

manned the gallant ship.

Alone they had loosed
the mainsail

and escaped the captivity
of a pirate fleet

in the Straits of Magellan.

Struck out on their own,
they did,

against impossible odds,

for the good captain would
not be delivered with his prize

to the waiting clutches
of the Admiral of Cape Horn.

Aye, he would rather
dare the Fates

and tempt the wrath
of the Furies.

It was near
the Galapagos Islands,

off the coast of Peru,

when the captain became
aware that something was wrong.

The captain took
his trusty spyglass.

He was not mistaken!

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

The captain shouted orders,

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

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

"Weather sheets home,"
answered the boy.

"Taut leech! Belay!"

But hard as they puffed,

they were no match
for the blackguards.

The overhauled the Shenandoah

and boarded her!

It was none other
than Captain Seth Bly himself,

master of the pirate fleet

and one of the most
infamous rogues of all time.

And with him, the most
bloodthirsty crew

ever gathered together.

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

brandishing their cutlasses,

swarming aboard
the defenseless merchantman.

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

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

He reached for a marlinspike,

and meant to go down fighting.

Now the captain
drew his own blade.

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

He could have struck
Bly down where he stood,

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

and he weighed the odds
against them...

and he...

well, he...

he just couldn't.

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

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

Is that the end of the story?

That's as far as
it goes tonight.

TUCK: There'll be
a better ending tomorrow.

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

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

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

You know, Cappy,
maybe sometimes it's better

for the pirates to catch up
to the good captain

and his cabin boy, hm?

Come on,
let's get him into town.

Here you go, laddie.

Mr. Darrin.

How is he, Doc?

Fever can't go much higher.

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

He needs another kind
of medicine right now.

I'll be back later.

Mason.

Now, you're not going in there

and start another
argument with Cappy.

Think of the boy for a change.

That's who I am thinking of.

Cappy started all this
by filling Tuck's mind

with a lot of
ridiculous fancies.

Ridiculous? Hah!
Come off of it, Mason.

You of all people, how
could you possibly forget

the wonderful
witchery of the sea?

The stories, the chanteys,

the beautiful sight of ships...

I remember! I went to sea!

And all the fine drapery
fell off!

Did it? Then how come you put

all that fine drapery
in the kid's room,

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

Well...

maybe there is an afterglow.

Yeah.

The same kind of afterglow

that was burning
in Cappy's heart

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

That's a lot of nonsense.

Sometimes it's kind of
hard to figure

how a man like Cappy
would want to follow his star

as much as he does.

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

'cause he hasn't got
much time left.

Think of that, will you?

Seth...

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

You listen to me, Mason.

Great old men with
Cappy's spirit rule countries,

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

or captain great ships,

and don't you
forget that for a minute!

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

He's such a little fellow

to be swinging the gantline
'twixt heaven and earth.

Please set him back
safe on the deck.

I've been charting it
in my mind,

and I think I've got
your course now.

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

about how Jonah ran away,

and you punished his
shipmates for what he did,

so that he'd realize
how wrong he was.

And as Jonah said,

"Take me up and cast me
into the sea,

"for I know that for my sake

this great tempest is upon you."

Captain, I'm ready
to be pitched over

and swallowed by a whale
just the same as Jonah,

or anything else
you want to do with me.

I realize I...

I should have brought Tuck
right straight to Kingston.

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

and I've never been to sea.

It's just because
I was so set on going

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

Remember what you said
in the Psalms, Captain?

"They that go down
to the sea in ships

"and do business
in great waters,

"these see the works of the LORD

and His wonders of the deep."

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

But it doesn't seem
important anymore.

Please, Captain,

save this little sailor,

and if you see fit,

let me stay here with him.

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

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

Will you please, Captain?

Cappy?

Cappy?

I'm right here, son!

I thought I heard you
singing "Shenandoah."

Well, I'm glad you did, Tuck.

Sing it again, Cappy.

♪ Oh, Shenandoah ♪

♪ I long to hear you ♪

♪ Far away ♪

♪ You rolling river ♪

♪ Oh, Shenandoah ♪

♪ I long to hear you ♪

Fleet off the port bow!

Whoa!

Whoa!

There's your friend, Charlie.

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

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

to pick up next time
we come through Kingston.

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

Wagons, ho!

Fine! Fine!