The Sea Hawk

The riches of the new world are limitless,

and the new world is ours.

With our ships carrying the Spanish flag to the seven seas.

Our armies... sweeping over Africa,

the near east, and the far west...

invincible everywhere but on our own doorstep.

Only northern Europe holds out against us.

Why?

Tell me. Why?

If you will permit me, sire.

Our depleted treasury.

An army can advance

only to the end of its purse strings.

Nonsense. That is not the real reason, peralta.

Why not admit it?

The reason is a puny, rock-bound island

as barren and treacherous as her queen,

who secretly gives aid to her enemies

while her pirates plunder our commerce.

You know as well as I, peralta,

we cannot keep northern Europe in submission

until we have a reckoning with England.

It is not yet time, your majesty.

Not until the armada is built.

Time?

The destiny of Spain cannot wait

upon the fitness of time.

I have but one life,

and that life is all too short

for me to fulfill that destiny.

Don álvarez.

Sire.

You will proceed at once to England as my ambassador.

You will assure the queen of my Patience

and continued affection to allay any suspicion

in regards to our plans.

As you wish, your majesty.

With England conquered, nothing can stand in our way.

Northern Africa,

Europe as far east as the urals,

then the new world... to the north, to the south,

west to the pacific,

over the pacific to China and the indies

will our empire spread.

One day before my death, we shall sit here

and gaze at this map upon the wall.

It will have ceased to be a map of the world.

It will be Spain.

Aloft, there!

Hold taut on the bow line!

We are losing wind.

I regret our slow passage, your excellency,

but it seems our sail cannot entice the wind.

Then we shall not reach England by Wednesday.

Perhaps... if the galley holds out.

Captain Lopez, it is extremely important

that my niece be presented to the queen

before her new maids of honor are chosen.

They say that Elizabeth

surrounds herself with beauty

in the hope that it may be contagious.

Your niece will have no trouble

meeting the queen's requirements.

María, you might hit it once

where I can reach it.

You said you needed the exercise, Martha.

Well, I've had it,

enough for the whole voyage.

Ready, Martha?

Yes, love.

- Lieutenant. - Sir.

Send another lookout aloft to the mizzentop.

Yes, sir.

Another lookout aloft to the mizzentop!

Why these extra precautions, captain?

Isn't there folks who look out enough?

I am responsible for your safety, your excellency,

and we are entering the lanes of the English pirates.

How very interesting.

If your men spy any of their ships,

I wish you'd let me know.

Like hawks, Don álvarez,

they're on you before you see them.

They say the devil blows in their sails.

Surely, you don't believe these myths, captain.

At any rate, they would hardly dare attack a ship

with his majesty's ambassador aboard.

It would be as much as their heads are worth

when the news reached the queen.

Perhaps. Excuse me, your excellency,

but the wind does not serve well.

Boatswain!

Aye, aye, sir.

Raise the beat 8 counts.

At once, captain.

There below...

raise the beat of the oars 8 counts.

Aye, aye. 8 counts, señor.

Raise the beat 8 counts.

I know where we are.

You can't tell, William.

We haven't known where we were for months.

I'm sure this time.

Feel the motion, the ground swell?

Only one place like that...

the English channel.

The English channel.

We're in the English channel.

The English channel.

The English channel.

The English channel.

English channel.

English ship off the starboard bow!

Boatswain, have the drummers beat to quarters!

Master gunner, have the deck cabin double-shotted.

An attack!

Hold back on your oars. Pretend to row.

Hold back on your oars.

Have your men in positions! To your stations!

Gun crews to your stations!

Charge your Cannon

and stand ready to repel attack!

Send the archers and musketmen to their positions.

Archers and musketmen,

to your stations!

Master-at-arms,

double the guard at the main hatch.

Double the guard at the main hatch!

Run out your guns!

Pay your sights to his rigging!

I must ask you to go below, Don álvarez.

You will not be safe here.

The pirates won't dare attack

when they see the king's emblem.

Guns may stop them... nothing else.

Raise the beat to 20!

Aye, aye, señor!

Raise the beat to 20!

Get together!

Together, I said!

Faster, you British dogs!

Faster!

Pull some weight with that oar!

Ahoy, captain! It's thorpe's ship!

The albatross!

Thorpe? Why, that's impossible!

Only a month ago he was at San domingo.

Look, captain... on the staff!

The bearer of the albatross.

You better take cover below, Matey,

or you'll be stopping a cannonball.

She's hauling closer to the wind!

Feast your eyes on that!

The spaniard mounts 40 guns if she mounts one.

She's loaded down, too.

Maybe she's too big a bite for our teeth, matson?

Did you ever see a spaniard

the captain couldn't swallow whole?

Captain's got the Spaniards bewitched, that's what he has.

Yes, and didn't we dust off

his royal highness' britches, too?

Aye by that, me lad, and the dust was worth

30 shillings to the ounce.

What a prize! And I don't think

she'll get away from us, Scott?

The albatross isn't a barge you can run away from.

We're sucking the wind out of the Spaniards' sails.

Well, if it's air that they need,

we can put a draft through their bow pretty quick.

Captain! What about it?

Shall we let them have a round?

You fire when I give the word, Mr. Pitt.

Aye, aye, sir.

Mr. Preston! Aye, aye, sir.

Give them a hail, if you please, Mr. Preston.

Suggest they lower their colors.

Aye, aye, sir.

Señor captain!

Lower your flag!

Lower your flag!

It would be just like that spaniard

to surrender and spoil all our fun!

Perfectly possible, Mr. Pitt.

Once more, Mr. Preston.

You hear me?

Lower your flag!

One lone cannonball

out of an entire broadside!

Very well, Mr. Pitt.

Show them how to lower those colors.

Aye, aye, sir.

Scott, teach them some etiquette.

Aye, aye! Ready, men?

Lay for the foremast and fire on the up roll.

Aye, aye, sir!

Get us ready for a broadside!

Primed and ready, sir!

Primed and ready, sir!

Fire!

Stand by to come about on a larboard tack!