gentlemen, ladies... The King. All: The King. The King. As for the enemy May the dons never leave their boathole in Cadiz. Ah, then, a bumper to the dons, Sir Edward. But, I doubt the Spanish will leave Cadiz For all their alliance with the French. They'll sit out the war and then sail forth to congratulate the winner. Perhaps. What is your opinion, Mr. Hornblower? Why have such a force and not use it? I believe they will come out to fight. And you hope you will be there When they do, don't you, Mr. Hornblower? Indeed, I do, Your Grace. Hunter: There's two swivel guns on each side. We won't be able to put up much of a fight, sir. We won't put up any fight, Mr. Hunter; we will run. We'll head due south out of Gibrattar, Matthews. Put some sea between ourselves and any frog privateer lurking in Algeciras before we head west. Matthews: Aye aye, sir. Once through the straits and off Tarifa we will set a course nor-nor west for Cape St. Vincent. Boat ahoy! Captain Pellew's coming aboard, sir. And, uh, a lady, sir. Nice dress, sir; good looking. Don't froth at the mouth, Styles. You've seen a woman before, man. Not in six bloody months, I haven't. Call this a ship, Mr. H? Welcome aboard, Your Grace. I'd be frit out of my wits crossing Thames in this. She's safe enough, Your Grace. Mr. Hunter will show you to your cabin. Thank you. Ma'am. Mr. Hunter. Mr. Hornblower. The port admiral gave me these. They are for the admiratty. They contain information worth more Than the whole of Jervis's squadron. Should you be boarded or even threatened with boarding These go to the bottom of the sea. Aye aye, sir. Well, wind is set fair. Duchess: I say, Mr. Hornblower. Your Grace. I'm used to roughing it. But, um... but, I can hardly unbutton myself in that damn cupboard. Could you swap me your cabin? I believe Mr. Hornblower has already given you his cabin, Your Grace. It is the best I can offer, Your Grace. Oh, there I go again, putting my foot in my mouth. (laughter) I do apologize, Mr. H. Well, I'm sure you want me out the way so you can sail the damn thing. Sir Edward... How can I ever thank you? No, not at all, Your Grace. Not at all. Well, she's all yours, Mr. Hornblower. Good luck, sir. What are you staring at? All hands to the windlass. Do you want to waste this wind? All hands to the windlass! Ma'am. Oops. Duchess (weakly): Yes. Forgive me for disturbing you, Your Grace. I was wondering, would you do the honor of joining me for dinner? Oh, bugger dinner. When is this storm going to end? Storm, Your Grace? We have a fair wind and a calm sea. Leave me alone. (retches) It's coming up thick, sir. It'll be thicker by morning. Atter course, Matthews, due west. We can't risk not clearing Cape St. Vincent. Plenty of sea-room, sir. To atter course will only delay us. Thank you, Mr. Hunter. When I need your opinion, I'll ask for it. Atter course, Matthews. Aye aye, sir. She's, uh, quite some woman, that duchess Isn't she, sir? What's that got to do with attering course? Nothing, sir. Aye aye, sir. (breathing heavily) (whispers): Mr. Hornblower, sir. Sir, Mr. Hunter asks won't you come on deck, sir. Good morning, Mr. Hunter. Shh, quiet. Listen. (men shouting in Spanish) Dagoes, sir. Shh. We're in the middle of a fleet, by God. You should never have attered course. Yes, thank you, Mr. Hunter. Call all hands. Quietly. (shouting continues) So, the dons have left Cadiz. (bell ringing) Sir... Starboard. There. (bell ringing) Styles: It's a two-decker, sir. The San Nicolas. 84 guns. Mr. Hunter, find the French colors. Sir? Le Reve's colors, man, run them up. The dons might not wish to fire on their allies. Aye aye, sir. It's a poor ruse, but it might buy some time. This fog could hold ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Иллюзия убийства на английском - текст Друзья - Сезон 1 на английском - текст Вельд на английском - текст Буйно помешанные на английском - текст Бобик в гостях у Барбоса на английском |