Only old Nick himself can have
seen as much evil as my parrot.
She sailed with the famous pirate,
Captain England.
She's been to Madagascar
and at Surinam,
and Providence and Porto Bello.
She was at the fishing up of
the wrecked treasure galleons.
It was there that she learned
to say "pieces of eight".
And you'd think she was a mere
chick.
But you smelt the powder,
didn't you, Captain?
- Stand by to go about!
- She's a real sailorman.
Devil take your guts! Thunder and
brimstone! I'll cut your heart out!
Living in the pitch, you can't
help getting mucked with it.
This poor innocent bird here
is swearing blue fire.
She don't know what she speaks.
She'd talk the same before Lord.
Calls himself a cook?
The man's a preacher!
Why, he'll finish up a bishop,
eh, Jim?
- What are you doing, my hearties?
- We're changing their place.
And why for, then?
They're executing my orders.
And you mind your own business.
Ay, ay, sir!
- He's a good man!
- That's very possible, sir.
Put three reefs on the jib!
Trim your yards for your port-tack!
His Panama campaign
was a stroke of genius.
But how many towns were smashed
through the fault of the man.
Morgan came too late. Everything
had already been discovered.
Sir Francis Drake was the one
who found many new places.
Morgan and Drake were pirates.
They brought death in their wake.
And there's no voyage of
discovery that's worth that.
Thank you, Jim, put it here.
All the same, they were very
great sailors. The glory of England.
The shame of England.
Come Jim, read it,
this ought to interest you.
It's not a bad story at all,
although written by a Frenchman.
I thought it was by a Hollander.
Oh, my poor Tommy,
My poor Tom,
Why have you left
Your old home?
Under the black flag,
We went on a raid,
All seventy five of us,
That was our fate.
Goodbye, Jenny,
Goodbye, don't feel sad.
Don't wait for me, Jenny,
And don't be mad.
Oh, my poor Tommy,
My poor Tom,
Your sail is torn down,
You're battered by storm.
Your sail is torn down,
Your ship has been wrecked.
Your wind of good fortune
Has got you but trapped.
Goodbye, Jenny...
Goodbye, don't feel sad.
Goodbye, Jenny, don't be mad.
The same broadside that I lost my
leg, Pew lost his day-lights.
After that he spent 1,200 pounds
a year, like a Lord in Parliament.
And two years ago,
he was already starving.
He stole and he slit throats,
and for all that he starved.
Where is he now?
No more. Under hatches for good.
- Who'd be a pirate?
- It ain't much use for fools.
Many know how to get money,
but few know how to keep it.
I'd let Captain Smollett navigate us
until we pick up the trade-winds,
then we would know
that we're on the right course.
- But all of us are seamen here.
- Just fo'c's'le hands, my lad.
We can steer a course.
But who's to set the course?
What did I tell you? Never really
happy 'till you're full of rum.
- What'll we do with those?
- I give my vote-death!
Only I want that blessed Squire.
And I'll cut his fat head off!
- Dick is with us.
- He's got a head on his shoulders.
So when is it? I just can't wait
to get my hands on the Captain.
You will go on eating this slop
I've been giving you
and you will keep on with sleeping
belowforthe time being.
And never any tiny drop of wine
before I give you a good word.
- I just want to know when?
- As late as we can do it.
Flint would have taken over
this vessel by now.
Flint, yes, and Billy also.
They loved having fun.
Only where are they now?
I'm waiting till the fruit is ready,
then I'll pick it.
- Go and get some apples, Dick.
- You're going to suck that muck?
All right, perhaps a tot or two...
Here's to Flint's treasure
and here's to our luck!
Land ahoy!
Then the watch shouted "Land Ahoy".
That was all.
Has any of you ever seen
this land previously?
I've seen it, sir!
- We watered there once.
- Come up here!
One of the boys knew the names
of the places on it