Chronicle of Captain Blood summary by chapter. Chapter III
A bachelor of medicine settled in the town of Bridgewater. His name was Peter Blood. Originally from Somersetshire, the son of a doctor, he spent a third of his life in Holland, where he served in the navy, spent two years in a Spanish prison, wandered a lot, experienced a lot, although he was quite young: he is 32 years old. Blood did not know cowardice and masterfully wielded weapons.
A short time later, an uprising breaks out in Bridgewater, led by the illegitimate Duke of Monmouth. The entire male population of the towns of Bridgewater and Taunton takes part in the uprising - except for Peter Blood, who understood the illegitimacy of his claims to the Duke of England.
Blood is called to assist one of the rebels, the wounded Lord Gilda. Royal soldiers burst into the house where the lord is located - and Peter is arrested as a rebel, tried as a traitor and sentenced to death by hanging. However, Peter remains alive: workers are needed for the royal colonies, and the rebels are sent to the island of Barbados, where they are sold as slaves. Among them is Blood's acquaintance from Bridgwater, Jeremy Pitt, whose name the author often refers to: he describes the alleged events on the basis of notes compiled by the navigator Pitt. Acquaintance with medicine helped to put Peter in a better position than other slaves. Blood meets the niece of a cruel plantation owner, Arabella Bishop, a girl who captured his imagination. With his comrades, he is preparing an escape, but the case intervenes: pirates attack Barbados. The slaves manage to destroy the pirates, capture their ship, captivate its commander and leave the island. Life circumstances force Peter to join the "coastal brotherhood" - the pirates. He names his ship in honor of his beloved - "Arabella". Blood's closest aides are Jeremy Pitt, Wolverston, Hagthorpe.
The pirate capital is the island of Tortuga, which, however, has a French governor - the patron of pirates. Blood quickly gains the respect of the pirates and the favor of the governor d "Ogeron (for example, he returns to the governor his daughter, who fell in love with the French pirate Levasseur and fled with him). Often in piracy, Blood is helped by his knowledge of the Spanish language and artistry - he often impersonates the Spaniards for Don Pedro Sangre.
For a daring raid on Maracaibo, Blood teams up with the pirate Kauzak. Pirates expect to get a big jackpot - there is a lot of gold in the city, which is intended for export to Spain. A number of miscalculations in the conduct of this operation lead to the fact that the pirates themselves find themselves in a trap: the Spanish squadron of Don Miguel de Espinosa blocks the exit from the port. Blood goes to the trick, with a deceptive maneuver, his ships break through and leave the chase.
At this time, the English King James, concerned about the deterioration of relations with Spain because of the pirates, appoints a new governor to Jamaica: the already mentioned Colonel Bishop. Bishop did not dare to attack the pirate nest - Tortuga, which was under the rule of France: this threatened with an international scandal. The Minister of Foreign Affairs of England decides to attract Peter Blood to the royal service and sends his representative to him, providing him with completed officer patents. The minister's envoy, Lord Julian, is sent to Jamaica on the same ship as Arabella Bishop - she returns from visiting her father. On the way, the Spanish squadron attacks the English ship, the British are captured by the Spaniards. At sea, the Spanish squadron accidentally meets the Arabella and attacks her. However, Blood emerges victorious, freeing the captured English, but refusing to serve the king. "Arabella" comes to be surrounded by the English fleet, and to save the ship and the crew, Blood enters the service of the king. This does not last long - "Arabella" managed to return to Tortuga.
Blood enters the service of the French, takes possession of the Spanish port of Cartagena. The French admiral de Rivarol tricks the pirates into dividing the spoils and secretly sets sail. On the way, the French squadron attacks Port Royal: all the English ships at that time went to Tortuga in search of Blood. At this time, he learns from the governor-general he saved at sea that King James fled to France, England is ruled by King William the Third - which means that Blood's exile has come to an end. At the cost of heavy losses, Blood's corsairs help out the British: they break de Rivarol's squadron.
Blood accepts the offer of the governor of his majesty's colonies in the West Indies and becomes governor of Jamaica. Returning with the squadron, Bishop is arrested, and Arabella and Peter Blood finally declare their love for each other.
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CHAPTER I THE MESSENGER
Peter Blood, M.D., lit a pipe and bent over potted geraniums that were blooming on the windowsill of his room overlooking Water Lane in the town of Bridgewater. Blood did not notice that from the window on the opposite side of the street someone's stern eyes were watching him with a stern look. His attention was absorbed by the departure of the blooms and was distracted only by the endless stream of people that filled the entire narrow street. For the second time since this morning, a stream of people had flowed through the streets of the town on the field in front of the castle, where shortly before this Ferguson, the duke's chaplain, had delivered a sermon in which there were more calls to rebellion than to God. The disorderly crowd of excited people were mostly men with green twigs on their hats and with the most ridiculous weapons in their hands. Some, however, had hunting rifles, and some even had swords. Many were armed only with clubs; the majority carried huge pikes made of scythes, terrible in appearance, but of little use in battle. Among these improvised warriors were teses, masons, shoemakers, and other peaceful trades. Bridgewater, like Taunton, sent almost the entire male population under the banner of the illegitimate duke. For a man capable of bearing arms, trying to evade participation in this militia was tantamount to admitting that he was a coward or a Catholic. However, Peter Blood, a man who did not know what cowardice was, remembered his Catholicism only when he needed it. Able not only to carry a weapon, but also to skillfully use it, he looked after blooming geraniums on this warm July evening, smoking his pipe with such indifference, as if nothing was happening around, and even more than that, from time to time, after these enthusiasts seized by military fever, the words from Horace, beloved by him: "Where, where are you heading, madmen?" Blood, in whose veins flowed the ardent and courageous blood he had inherited from his mother, who came from a line of sea vagrants in Somersetshire, remained calm in the midst of a fanatical rebellion, which is why his rebellious soul, having already once rejected the scientific career prepared for him by his father, was unperturbed when everything was seething around him. By now you understand how he regarded the people who hurried under the so-called banners of freedom, embroidered by the virgins of Taunton, the boarders of Mademoiselle Blake and Madame Musgrove. Innocent maidens tore their silk robes, as the ballads say, to make banners for Monmouth's army. Horace's words, which Blood contemptuously threw after the people who were running along the pavement, indicated his mood at that moment. All these people seemed to Blood to be fools and madmen, in a hurry to meet their doom. The fact is that Blood knew too much about the notorious Monmouth and his mother, a beautiful swarthy woman, to believe in the legend of the legitimacy of the duke's claims to the throne of the English king. He read an absurd proclamation pasted up in Bridgewater, Taunton and elsewhere, which stated that "... after the death of our sovereign Charles II, the right to the throne of England, Scotland, France and Ireland with all possessions and subject territories passes by inheritance to the illustrious and noble James, Duke of Monmouth, son and legitimate heir of Charles II." This proclamation made him laugh, as did the additional report that "the Duke of York, James ordered the poisoning of the late king, and then seized the throne." Blood could not even tell which of these reports was the greater lie. He spent a third of his life in Holland, where thirty-six years ago this same James Monmouth was born, who now declares himself, by the grace of the Almighty, King of England, Scotland, etc. and so on. Blood knew Monmouth's real parents well. Not only was the duke not the legitimate son of the late king, allegedly married in secret to Lucy Walters, but it is even doubtful that Monmouth was even his illegitimate son. What, besides misfortune and ruin, could his fantastic claims bring? Could one hope that the country would ever believe such a tale? But on behalf of Monmouth, several noble Whigs raised the people to revolt. "Where, where are you going, you fools?" Blood chuckled and then sighed. Like most independent thinkers, he could not sympathize with this rebellion. Life taught him to think independently. A more soft-hearted person, possessing his outlook and knowledge, would undoubtedly find many reasons to grieve at the sight of a crowd of simple, zealous Protestants who fled like a flock of sheep to the slaughterhouse. To the gathering place - on the field in front of the castle - these people were accompanied by mothers, wives, daughters and lovers. They walked, firmly believing that the weapons in their hands would protect the right, freedom and faith. Like everyone else in Bridgewater, Blood was aware of Monmouth's intention to fight that night. The duke was to personally lead a surprise attack on the royal army, commanded by Feversham, who was encamped at Sedgemoor. Blood was almost certain that Lord Feversham was well aware of the intentions of his adversary. Even if Blood's assumptions were wrong, he still had reason to think so, for it was difficult to admit that the commander of the royal army did not know his duties. Having knocked out the ashes from his pipe, Blood moved away from the window, intending to close it, and at that moment noticed that from the window of the house on the opposite side of the street he was watched by the hostile glances of the sweet, sentimental Pitt sisters, the most enthusiastic admirers of the handsome Monmouth in Bridgewater. Blood smiled and nodded at these girls, with whom he was on friendly terms, and one of them even briefly treated. The answer to his greeting was a cold and contemptuous look. The smile immediately disappeared from Blood's thin lips; he understood the reason for the hostility of the sisters, which had increased since Monmouth had appeared on the horizon, turning the heads of women of all ages. Yes, the Pitt sisters no doubt condemned Blood's behavior, thinking that a young and healthy man with military experience could help a just cause, and he, on this decisive day, remains on the sidelines, peacefully smoking his pipe and tending flowers, while all courageous people they are going to join the defender of the Protestant Church and are even ready to give their lives for him, if only he ascended the throne, which belongs to him by right. If Blood were to discuss the matter with the Pitt sisters, he would tell them that, having wandered the world and experienced many adventures, he now intends to continue in the business for which he was prepared from his youth by his education. He could have said that he was a doctor, not a soldier; a healer, not a killer. However, Blood already knew FIX's answer. They told him that today everyone who considers himself a man is obliged to take up arms. They would have pointed him to their nephew Jeremy, a sailor by trade, a skipper of a merchant ship, who, unfortunately for this young man, had recently anchored in Bridgewater Bay. They would say that Jeremiah left the helm of the ship and took up the musket to defend a just cause. However, Blood was not among the people who argue. As I said, he was an independent person. Closing the windows and drawing the curtains, he made his way to the back of the comfortable, candlelit room where his mistress, Mrs. Barlow, was setting the table. Turning to her, Blood said aloud his thought: “I have fallen out of favor with the girls who live in the house across the street. There was a metallic note in Blood's pleasant, resonant voice, somewhat softened and muffled by an Irish accent, that even long years of wandering in foreign countries could not eradicate. The whole character of this man seemed to be reflected in his voice, sometimes affectionate and charming, when it was necessary to persuade someone, then hard and sounding like a command, when it was necessary to inspire obedience to someone. Blood's appearance was noteworthy: he was tall, thin and swarthy, like a gypsy. From under straight black eyebrows peeked calm but piercing eyes, surprisingly blue for such a swarthy complexion. And this look and the correct form of the nose were in harmony with the firm, determined fold of his lips. He dressed in all black, as befitted a man of his profession, but on his suit there was an imprint of elegance that spoke of good taste. All this was more characteristic of the adventurer, as he had been before, than of the staid physician, as he was now. His camisole, made of thin camlot, was sheathed with a silver braid, and the cuffs of his shirt and jabot were decorated with Brabant lace. Kamlot's voluminous black wig, a fine camel-hair cloth, was as elaborately curled as the wig of any noble of Whitehall. Looking closely at Blood, you involuntarily asked yourself the question: how long can such a person live in this quiet corner, where he was accidentally abandoned six months ago? How long will he be engaged in his peaceful profession, which he received even before the start of an independent life? And yet, when you learn the story of Blood's life, not only the past, but also the future, you will believe - though not without difficulty - that, if it were not for the vicissitudes of fate, which he was to experience very soon, he could have continue a quiet existence in a remote corner of Somersetshire, completely content with his modest position as a provincial doctor. So it might have been... Blood was the son of an Irish doctor and a native of Somersetshire. In her veins, as I have already said, the blood of restless sea vagrants flowed, and this must have explained some of the unbridledness that early manifested itself in Peter's character. The first signs of it seriously alarmed his father, who for an Irishman was an unusually peaceful person. He decided in advance that in choosing a profession, the boy should follow in his footsteps. And Peter Blood, with his ability and thirst for knowledge, pleased his father by earning a bachelor's degree in medicine from Dublin College at the age of twenty. After receiving such joyful news, his father lived only three months (his mother had died a few years before), and Peter, having inherited several hundred pounds sterling after the death of his father, went to look at the world in order to satisfy his restless spirit. A funny coincidence of some circumstances led him to military service with the Dutch, who fought with the French at that time, and his love for the sea pushed him into the fleet. Promoted to an officer by the famous de Rieter, "he participated in the same naval battle in the Mediterranean when this famous naval commander was killed. Blood's life after the signing of the Treaty of Nijmegen is almost completely unknown to us. We know, however, that Peter spent two years in a Spanish prison, but why he got there remains unclear to us. Perhaps it was thanks to this that, after leaving prison, he entered the service of the French and, as part of the French army, participated in battles in the territory of Holland occupied by the Spaniards. his thirst for adventure and feeling that his health was shaken as a result of a neglected wound, he suddenly felt a strong homesickness and boarded a ship in Nantes, hoping to get to Ireland.However, Blood's health deteriorated during the journey, and when a storm drove his ship into Bridgewater Bay, he decided to go ashore, especially since his mother's homeland was here. Thus, in January, 1685, Blood arrived at Bridgewater, having in his pocket about the same fortune with which he had set out from Dublin to roam the world eleven years earlier. He liked the place where Blood ended up, and his health was quickly restored here. After many adventures such as no other man would experience in a lifetime, Peter decided to settle down in this city and finally return to his profession as a doctor, from which he, with so little profit for himself, had broken away. Such is the brief history of Peter Blood, or rather that part of it which ended on the night of the Battle of Sedgemoor, half a year after his arrival at Bridgewater. Considering that the forthcoming battle had nothing to do with him - and this was quite consistent with reality - and remaining indifferent to the excitement that gripped Bridgewater that night, Blood went to bed early. He slept peacefully long before eleven o'clock, when, as you know, Monmouth, at the head of the rebels, set off along the road to Bristol to bypass the swamp in which the king's army was located. You know also that the superior numbers of the rebels, and the slight advantage of the rebels being able to surprise the sleepy king's army, was rendered useless by mismanagement, and the battle was lost by Monmouth before hand-to-hand combat began. The armies met at about two in the morning. Blood did not hear the distant roar of the cannonade. Only at four o'clock in the morning, when the sun began to rise, dispersing the remnants of the fog over the sad battlefield, Blood's peaceful sleep was disturbed. Sitting up in bed, he rubbed his eyes, trying to compose himself. There was a heavy knock on the door of his house, and someone's voice was shouting something incoherently. This noise woke Peter up. Believing that he was urgently summoned to see a woman in labor, he threw a nightgown over his shoulders, thrust his feet into his shoes, and ran out of the room, running into Mrs. Barlow on the landing. Frightened by the roar, she did not understand anything and rushed about uselessly. Blood reassured her and went downstairs to open the door. On the street in the golden rays of the rising sun stood a young man in torn clothes, covered with dirt and dust. He was breathing heavily, his eyes wandering. The horse next to him was covered in foam. The man opened his mouth, but his breathing was interrupted and he could not utter anything. Blood recognized the young skipper Jeremy Pitt, the nephew of the girls who lived opposite his house. The street, awakened by the noisy behavior of the sailor, woke up: the doors opened, the shutters of the windows flung open, from which the heads of anxious and perplexed neighbors looked out. "Calm down, calm down," Blood said. - Haste never leads to dobrune. However, the young man, in whose eyes horror or, perhaps, fear, froze, did not pay attention to these words. Coughing and gasping for breath, he finally spoke: "Lord Gildoy is seriously wounded... he is now at Oglethorpe Manor... by the river... I dragged him there... he sent me for you... Hurry to him..." . quick! He rushed to the doctor to force him to follow him in his nightgown and slippers, but the doctor dodged the outstretched hands. “Of course I’ll go,” he said, “but not in the same outfit. Blood was upset. Lord Gildoy patronized him from the day he arrived at Bridgewater. Blood wanted to repay something for treating him well, and he was upset that such a sad opportunity presented itself for this. He was well aware that the young aristocrat was one of the ardent supporters of the Duke of Monmouth. "Of course I'll go," repeated Blood. “But first of all, I need to get dressed and take with me what we may need. - We're wasting time! - Calm down, calm down. We'll get there sooner if we're not in a hurry. Come in and wait for me, young man. Pitt declined his invitation with a gesture of his hand. "I'll wait here." For God's sake, hurry up! Blood quickly went upstairs to get dressed and grab a bag of tools. He could ask about Lord Gildoy's wounds on the way to Oglethorpe Manor. As he was putting on his shoes, Blood talked to Mrs. Barlow, gave some orders, and at the same time ordered about dinner, which, alas, he was never destined to taste. When the doctor finally came down the street with Mrs. Barlow, who was clucking like an offended mother hen, he found young Pitt surrounded by a crowd of frightened, half-dressed townspeople. Most of them were women, hastily running for news of the battle. It was not difficult to guess what kind of news Pitt had given them, for the morning air immediately filled his wife with weeping and mournful wailing. Seeing the doctor, already dressed and with a bag for tools under his arm, Pitt freed himself from the crowd around him, shook off his fatigue and pushed away his two aunts, who clung to him in tears. Grabbing the horse by the bridle, he jumped into the saddle. -- Go! he shouted. - Sit behind me! Without wasting words, Blood followed this advice, and Pitt immediately spurred the horse. The crowd parted. Peter Blood sat on the hindquarters of a horse weighed down with a double weight. Holding on to his companion's belt, he began his odyssey. Pitt, whom Blood thought was only the messenger of a wounded rebel, was in fact the messenger of Destiny.
Chapter II. Dragoons Kirk
Chapter III. HIGH JUDGE
Only two months later - September 19, 1685 - if you ask for the exact date, Peter Blood appeared in court on charges of treason. We know that he was not guilty of it, but we can be sure that by the time the charges were brought against him, he was fully prepared for such a betrayal. For two months spent in prison in inhuman conditions, difficult to describe, Blood passionately hated King James and all his supporters. The mere fact that Blood was generally able to keep his mind in such an environment testifies to the presence of great fortitude. And yet, no matter how terrible the situation of this completely innocent person, he could still thank fate, first of all, because he was summoned to court at all, and then for the fact that the trial took place on September 19, and not earlier than this date. The delay, which irritated Blood so much, represented for him the only way to save himself from the gallows, although he did not realize this at the time. It might, of course, happen that he would have been among the tech-arrested, who, on the very day after the battle, were taken out of the overcrowded prison at Bridgwater and, by order of the bloodthirsty Colonel Kirk, hanged without trial in the market-place. The commander of the Tangier regiment would certainly have done the same with the rest of the prisoners if the Bishop of Mews had not intervened, putting an end to these lawless executions. In just one week after the battle of Sedgemoor, Feversham and Kirk, without arranging the comedy of the court, executed over a hundred people. The victors required sacrifices for the gallows erected in the south-west of the country; they were not at all worried about where and how these victims were captured and how many innocent people were among them. What, in the end, was the life of some fool! The executioners worked tirelessly, wielding ropes, axes, and cauldrons of boiling tar... But I will spare you the details of the disgusting spectacles, for, after all, we are more concerned with the fate of Peter Blood than with the fate of the rebels deceived by Monmouth. Blood lived to see the day when he, along with a crowd of other unfortunates chained in pairs, was driven from Bridgewater to Taunton. The prisoners unable to walk, with festering and unbandaged wounds, were unceremoniously thrown by soldiers onto crowded carts. Some were lucky enough to die on the way. When Blood, as a doctor, tried to get permission to help the most suffering, he was considered arrogant and importunate, threatening to whip him. If he regretted anything now, it was that he had not taken part in the uprising organized by Monmouth. This, of course, was illogical, but one could hardly expect logical thinking from a man in his position. The entire nightmarish journey from Bridgewater to Taunton Blood was shackled shoulder to shoulder with the same Jeremy Pitt who was largely the cause of his misfortune. The young sailor kept close to Blood all the time. July, August and September they were suffocated by the heat and stench in the overcrowded prison, and before they were sent to court they were shackled together. Scraps of rumors and news seeped in through the thick walls of the prison from the outside world. Some rumors were deliberately circulated among the prisoners - among them was the rumor of the execution of Monmouth, which plunged into the deepest despondency those who endured all the torments for the sake of this false pretender to the throne. Many of the prisoners refused to believe this rumor. They falsely claimed that instead of Monmouth, some person who looked like a duke was executed, and the duke himself escaped in order to reappear in a halo of glory. Blood regarded this fiction with the same deep indifference with which he received the news of Monmouth's true death. However, one shameful detail not only offended Blood, but also strengthened his hatred for King James. The king expressed a desire to meet with Monmouth. If he had no intention of pardoning the rebellious duke, then this meeting could only serve the basest and meanest purpose - to enjoy the spectacle of Monmouth's humiliation. The prisoners later learned that Lord Grey, who actually led the uprising, bought himself a full pardon for forty thousand pounds. At this point, Peter Blood could not help but voice his contempt for King James. - What a low and dirty creature sits on the throne! If I had known as much about him as I know today, I would doubtless have given me grounds for putting me in prison much sooner,” he declared, and immediately asked: “Where do you think Lord Gildoy is now?” Pitt, to whom he asked this question, turned to Blood his face, which had lost almost all sea tan in a few months in prison, and with gray round eyes looked inquiringly at his fellow prisoner. Are you surprised by my question? Blood asked. “We last saw his lordship at Oglethorpe. Naturally, I am interested in where the other nobles are - the true culprits of the unsuccessful uprising. I guess the Gray story explains their absence here in prison. All of them are rich people and, of course, have long ago paid off all sorts of troubles. The gallows are waiting only for those unfortunates who had the stupidity to follow the aristocrats, and the aristocrats themselves, of course, are free. Curious and instructive conclusion. Honestly, how stupid people are! He laughed bitterly, and a little later, with the same feeling of the deepest contempt, entered Taunton Castle to stand trial. Pitt and Baines were brought along with him, for they all went through the same case, with the analysis of which the trial was to begin. The huge hall with galleries, filled with spectators, mostly ladies, was covered with purple cloth. It was a swaggering invention of the supreme judge, Baron Jeffreys, who was thirsty for blood. He sat in a high chair. Below, four judges slouched in purple robes and heavy black wigs. And below were the twelve jurors. The guards brought in the prisoners. The bailiff, addressing the public, demanded complete silence, threatening the violators with prison. The noise of voices in the hall began to gradually subside, and Blood gazed intently at a dozen jurors who had sworn an oath to be "merciful righteous." However, the appearance of these people testified that they could not think of either mercy or justice. Frightened and shocked by the unusual situation, they looked like pickpockets caught red-handed. Each of the twelve faced a choice: either the sword of the supreme judge, or the dictates of his conscience. Then Blood turned his gaze to the members of the court and its chairman, Lord Jeffreys, whose cruelty was horribly reputed. He was a tall, thin man in his forties, with an elongated handsome face. The blue under the eyes, covered with swollen eyelids, emphasized the brilliant look, full of melancholy. On the deathly pale face, bright full lips and two spots of a consumptive blush stood out sharply. The Chief Justice, as Blood knew, was suffering from an agonizing illness that surely led him to the grave by the shortest route. And the doctor also knew that, despite the impending end, or perhaps because of it, Jeffreys led a dissolute life. "Peter Blood, raise your hand!" The husky voice of the law clerk brought Blood back to reality. He obeyed, and the clerk, in a monotonous voice, began to read the long-winded indictment: Blood was accused of treason to his supreme and legitimate master, James II, by God's grace, the king of England, Scotland, France and Ireland. The indictment stated that Blood not only did not show love and respect for his king, but, tempted by the devil, violated the peace and tranquility of the kingdom, kindled war and rebellion with the criminal goal of depriving his king of the crown, title and honor, and in conclusion, Blood was asked to answer: he is guilty or not guilty? "I'm not guilty of anything," he answered without hesitation. A small, sharp-faced man sitting in front of the judging table jumped up in his seat. It was the military prosecutor Polliksfen. - Guilty or not guilty? he shouted. - Answer with the gestures that you are asked. - With the same words? Blood asked. -- Fine! Not guilty. - And, turning to the judges, he said: - I must declare that I did nothing about what is said in the indictment. I can only be accused of lack of patience during a two-month stay in a stinking prison, where my health and my life were in the greatest danger ... He could have said a lot more, but the chief judge interrupted him in a soft, even plaintive voice: - I have to interrupt you . We are obliged to comply with generally accepted judicial norms. As I see it, you are not familiar with judicial procedure? - Not only did I not know him, but I was still happy in my ignorance. If it were possible, I would gladly refrain from such an acquaintance. A faint smile flickered for a moment across the sad face of the supreme judge. -- I believe you. You will be able to say whatever you want when you speak up in your defense. However, what you want to say now is inappropriate and illegal. Blood, surprised and delighted by the evident sympathy and courtesy of the judge, agreed to be judged by God and country. Following this, the clerk, praying to God and asking him to help pass a just sentence, called Andrew Baines, ordered him to raise his hand and answer the accusation. From Baines, who pleaded not guilty, the clerk passed to Pitt, and the latter impudently admitted his guilt. The Chief Justice perked up. "Well, that's better," he said, and his purple-robed colleagues nodded obediently. “If everyone were stubborn, like these undoubted rebels who deserve execution,” and he gestured weakly at Blood and Baines, “we would never have finished our business. The ominous remark of the judge made everyone present shudder. After that, Pollixfen rose. Having verbosely outlined the essence of the case in which all three defendants were accused, he moved on to the prosecution of Peter Blood, whose case was dealt with first. The only witness for the prosecution was Captain Gobart. He vividly described the situation in which he found and arrested the three defendants, along with Lord Gildoy. By order of his colonel, the captain was obliged to hang Pitt on the spot, if this were not prevented by the lie of the defendant Blood, who declared that Pitt was a peer and a person worthy of attention. At the end of the captain's testimony, Lord Jeffreys looked at Peter Blood. "Do you have any questions for the witness?" “I have no questions, Your Honor. He correctly described what happened. “I am glad to hear that you do not resort to subterfuges common to people of your type. I must say that no amount of evasions here would help you. In the end, we will always get the truth. You can be sure. Baines and Pitt, in turn, confirmed the correctness of the testimony of the captain. The Chief Justice breathed a sigh of relief and said: “Well, if everything is clear, then, for God’s sake, we won’t delay, because we still have a lot to do.” There is no trace of softness left in his voice now. “I suppose, Herr Polliksfen, that once the fact of the vile betrayal of these three scoundrels has been established and, moreover, admitted by themselves, there is nothing more to say. But then came the firm and almost mocking voice of Peter Blood: "If you'd like to listen, there's plenty to talk about." The Chief Justice looked at Blood with the greatest astonishment, struck by his insolence, but then his astonishment turned to anger. An unpleasant, hard smile appeared on his unnaturally red lips, distorting his face. "What else do you want, scoundrel?" Are you going to waste our time again with your useless subterfuges? “I would like your honor and gentlemen of the jury to listen, as you promised me, to what I would say in my defense. “Well... Let's listen...” The sharp voice of the supreme judge suddenly broke and became muffled. The figure of the judge slumped. With his white, blue-veined hand, he took out a handkerchief and pressed it to his lips. PeterBlood understood as a doctor that Jeffreys was now in pain due to his devastating disease. But the judge, overcoming the pain, continued: - Speak! Although what else can you say in your defense after you confessed everything? “You will be the judge of that, Your Honor. “That’s why I was sent here. “I beg you, gentlemen,” Blood said to the members of the court, who moved restlessly under the confident look of his light blue eyes. The jurors were mortally afraid of Jeffreys, for he behaved as if they themselves were defendants accused of treason. Peter Blood boldly stepped forward ... He stood straight and confident, but his face was grim. “Captain Gobart did indeed find me at Oglethorpe Manor,” said Blood calmly, “but he kept silent about what I did there. - Well, what were you supposed to do there in the company of rebels, whose guilt has already been proven? "That's what I'm asking you to let me say." - Speak, but only briefly. If I have to listen to everything that traitor dogs want to talk about here, we will have to sit until spring. “I was there, Your Honor, to tend to Lord Gildoy's wounds. -- What's happened? Do you want to tell us that you are a doctor? “Yes, I graduated from Trinity College Dublin. -- Merciful God! exclaimed Jeffreys, his voice again filled with power. "Look at that bastard!" he turned to the members of the court. “After all, the witness testified that a few years ago he met him in Tangier as an officer in the French army. You also heard the confession of the defendant himself that the testimony of the witness was correct. “I admit it even now. But at the same time, what I said is also correct. For several years I had to be a soldier, but I used to be a doctor and in January of this year, having settled in Bridgewater, I returned to my profession as a doctor, as a hundred witnesses can confirm. - Not enough time to spend on this! I'll pass judgment on my own words, you scoundrel! I ask again: how did you, posing as a doctor, peacefully practicing in Bridgewater, end up in Monmouth's army? “I have never been in this army. Not a single witness has shown this and, I dare to say, will not show it. I did not sympathize with the goals of the uprising and considered this adventure madness. With your permission, I want to ask you: what could I, a Catholic, do in the Protestant army? - Catholic? said the judge gloomily, looking at him. “You are a whimpering hypocrite Protestant!” I must tell you, young man, I can smell a Protestant forty miles away with Janos. “In that case, I wonder why you, with such a sensitive nose, cannot recognize a Catholic at a distance of four steps. Laughter was heard from the galleries, which was immediately silenced by the fierce looks of the judge directed there and the cries of the bailiff. Raising his dainty white hand, still clutching the handkerchief, and underlining each word with a menacing wiggle of his forefinger, Jeffreys said: “The question of your religion, my friend, we will not discuss. However, remember what I tell you: no religion can justify lying. You have an immortal soul. Think about this, and also that the almighty God, before whose judgment you, and we, and all people will appear on the day of the great judgment, will punish you for the slightest lie and throw you into the abyss full of fire and boiling sulfur. God cannot be deceived! Always remember this. Now tell me: how did it happen that you were captured along with the rebels? Peter Blood looked at the judge with amazement and horror: “That morning, Your Honor, I was summoned to the wounded Lord Gilda. For a long time I considered it my profession to help him. - Your duty? And the judge, his face white and twisted in a grin, looked angrily at Blood. Then, regaining his composure, Jeffreys took a deep breath and, with his former gentleness, said: “Oh, my God! We can't test our patience. OK then. Tell me who called you? “Pitt here. He can confirm my words. -- Aha! Pitt, who has already confessed to his treason, will confirm. And this is your witness? “Andrew Baines is here too. He will say the same. "Dear Baines has yet to answer for his own sins. I suppose he will be very busy saving his own neck from the rope." So-so! And what are all your witnesses? "Why is that, your honor?" You can call from Bridgewater and other witnesses who saw how I left with Pitt on the rump, his horse. "Oh, that won't be necessary," smiled the Chief Justice. “Yane intends to waste time on you. Tell me just one thing: when Pitt, as you say, came for you, did you know that he was a supporter of Monmouth, of which he confessed already here? “Yes, your honor, I knew about it. -- Did you know! Aha! And the chief judge glared menacingly at the jurors, cowering in fear. “And yet, in spite of that, you went with him?” - Yes, I considered it a sacred duty to help a wounded person. “You call it a holy duty, you bastard?! shouted the judge. - Merciful God! Your holy duty, scoundrel, is to serve the king and god! But let's not talk about it. Did this Pitt tell you exactly who needed your help? “Yes, Lord Gilda. “Did you know that Lord Gildoy was wounded in battle, and on whose side did he fight?” - Yes, I knew. “And yet, being, as you are trying to convince us, loyal subjects of our king, you went to Gilda?” For a moment, Peter Blood lost his temper. “I was interested in his wounds, not in his political views!” he said sharply. There was a murmur of approval in the galleries and even among the jurors, which only increased the fury of the supreme judge. - Lord Jesus! Has there ever lived such a shameless villain as you? And Jeffreys turned his pallid face to the members of the court. “I draw your attention, gentlemen, to the disgusting behavior of this vile traitor. What he himself confessed to is enough to hang him ten times ... Answer me, defendant, what purpose did you pursue, fooling Captain Gobart with lies about the high rank of the traitor Pitt? “I wanted to save him from the gallows without a trial. "What did you care about that scoundrel?" “The concern for justice is the duty of every loyal subject,” said Peter Blood calmly. “The injustice committed by any royal servant dishonors the king himself to a certain extent. It was a strong attack on the court, which, it seems to me, reveals Blood's self-control and sharpness of mind, which were especially intensified at moments of greatest danger. On any other court, these words would have produced exactly the impression that Blood had hoped for. The poor, cowardly sheep who were playing the part of the jury hesitated. But then Jeffreys intervened again. He breathed loudly, laboriously, and then charged furiously to make up for the favorable impression that Blood's words had made. - Lord of heaven! shouted the judge. "Have you ever seen such an insolent fellow?" But I've already dealt with you. It's over! I see, villain, a rope around your neck! Having blurted out these words, which did not give the jury the opportunity to heed the voice of his conscience, Jeffreys sank into his chair and again mastered himself. The judicial comedy was over. There was no trace of excitement on the judge's pale face, it was replaced by an expression of quiet melancholy. After a pause, he spoke in a soft, almost gentle voice, but his every word was distinctly heard in the hushed hall: “It is not in my nature to harm anyone or rejoice in someone's death. It was only out of compassion for you that I used all these words, hoping that you yourself would take care of your immortal soul, and would not contribute to its damnation by stubbornness and false testimony. But I see that all my efforts, all my compassion and mercy are useless. I have nothing more to talk about with you. - And, turning to the members of the court, he said: - Lord! As a representative of the law, of which we, the judges, and not the accused, are the interpreters, I must remind you that if someone, even if he did not participate in the rebellion against the king, knowingly accepts, shelters and supports the rebel, then this person is the same traitor, like someone who had a weapon in his hands. Such is the law! Guided by the consciousness of your duty and the oath you have taken, you are obliged to pronounce a just verdict. After that, the chief judge proceeded to present a speech in which he tried to prove that both Baines and Blood were guilty of treason: the first for harboring a traitor, and the second for providing him with medical care. The speech of the judge was strewn with flattering references to the rightful sovereign and lord - the king, appointed by God over all, and abuse of the Protestants and Monmouth, whom he said that any legitimate poor person in the kingdom had more rights to the throne than a rebellious duke. Having finished his speech, he, exhausted, did not sink down, but fell into his chair and sat silently for several minutes, wiping his lips with a handkerchief. Then, writhing from a new attack of pain, he ordered the members of the court to go to a meeting. Peter Blood listened to Jeffreys's speech with a detachment that later, when he recalled those hours spent in the courtroom, did not surprise him. He was so struck by the behavior of the chief judge and his quick change of mood that he almost forgot about the danger that threatened his own life. The absence of the members of the court was as brief as their sentence: all three were found guilty. Peter Blood looked around the courtroom, and for a moment hundreds of pale faces wavered before him. However, he quickly regained control of himself and heard someone ask him if he could say why he should not be sentenced to death after being found guilty of treason? He suddenly laughed, and this laugh sounded strange and eerie in the dead silence of the hall. The justice administered by the sick purple-robed maniac was a total mockery. And the chief judge himself - a corrupt tool of a cruel, vicious and vengeful king - was a mockery of justice. But even this maniac was affected by Blood's laughter. - Are you laughing on the threshold of eternity, standing with a rope around your neck? asked the Chief Justice in surprise. And here Blood used the opportunity of revenge that presented itself to him: - Upon my word, I have more reason to rejoice than you. my fault is that I have fulfilled my duty, the duty of a doctor. You performed here, knowing in advance what awaits me. And as a doctor, I can tell you ahead of time what's expected of you, Your Honor. And knowing this, I declare to you that even now I would not change places with you, would not change the rope with which you want to strangle me for the stone that you carry within yourself. The death to which you sentence me will be a real pleasure compared to the death to which you were sentenced by that Lord God, whose name you so often use here. Pale, with convulsively twitching lips, the Chief Justice stood motionless in his chair. There was complete silence in the hall. Everyone who knew Jeffreys thought it was the calm before the storm and were already preparing for the explosion. But there was no explosion. A faint blush slowly appeared on the face of the purple-clad judge. Jeffreys seemed to be coming out of a state of stupor. He got up with difficulty and in a muffled voice, quite mechanically, like a man whose thoughts are completely elsewhere, passed the death sentence, without answering a word to what Peter Blood said. Having pronounced the sentence, the judge sank back into his chair. His eyes were half closed, and beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. The guards took the prisoners away. One of the jury accidentally eavesdropped on, like Pollyllsfen, despite his position of the military prosecutor, secretly formerly a Vig, he quietly scattered his Advocate colleague: “I swear by God, this black-haired fraudster to the death of a frightened judge.” Too bad they have to hang him. A man capable of intimidating Jeffreys would go far.
Chapter IV. HUMAN TRAFFICKING
"- one of the most famous works of R. Sabatini. The adventures of the hero Blood interested filmmakers, and a film was created based on the book, which received significant success with the audience. The novel tells about the adventures of a noble man, a former doctor who, by the will of fate, became the captain of a pirate ship.
About the author of the creation
Rafael Sabatini - famous Italian and English writer, author of popular books in the genre of historical adventure novel . Born into a family of opera singers performing on many stages of the world, so the child lived with his mother's parents in Britain. When the parents opened a singing school in Portugal, they took their son to their place, where he studied at school. Later, Rafael was sent to Switzerland, where, in addition to Italian, English and Portuguese, he also learned German and French. At the age of seventeen, he arrives in England to work as a translator. He began to write at the age of twenty, but the first novel was published only when Sabatini was thirty years old.
Peru Sabatini owns such works as:
- "Sea hawk"
- "Duke's Court"
- "Summer of Saint Martin"
- "Under the banner of the bull"
Summary of the book "The Odyssey of Captain Blood"
This adventure novel is dedicated to Peter Blood, who lived in the 17th century, was a doctor, and at one point ended up in the city of Bridgewater. Lord Gildoy, who has mutinied at Monmouth, is wounded, and physician Blood is brought to him to administer first aid. While Peter is dressing Gilda's wounds, they are discovered by government officials and arrest everyone who is in this house, including the owner, and Blood, and Jeremy Pitt, an acquaintance who brought the doctor to the wounded lord.
Soon a trial took place, at which the doctor was accused of trying to remove the current authorities and treason, harsh sentence - hanging. However, fate had mercy on him in the person of King James II. Tom it was necessary that someone handle the plantations in Barbados and the doctor was like for it absolutely. Along with the rest of the rebels, sent to work in the colony.
Blood is sold into the service of Colonel Bishop, but even here he finds a job for himself. Like a doctor, he becomes the house doctor for Governor Steed and his family. The colonel has a beautiful relative Arabella Bishop whose eyes have conquered forever the heart of the doctor - he madly in love with a girl. However, soon the young man will capture the ship of the Spaniards and escape to the island of Tortuga along with twenty comrades, where pirate laws reigned.
Blood is a decent respectable citizen, he wants to live next to his beloved, but the reality is that you have to join your comrades and become a pirate. They changed the name of the ship from the Cinco Llagas to the Arabella and began to attack ships in the Caribbean, taking pearls, gold and other goods from the Spaniards. Gradually, the number of Captain Blood's ships increases, he already has a squadron of three ships, he began to attack cities.
In Maine, a Spanish city, the squadron fell into a cleverly planned trap, not calculating that they would face such an insidious opponent as Miguel de Espinosa. But luck accompanies the pirates, they again come out dry from the water and with a rich catch. On the sea there is an open battle between opponents.Don Miguel loses two of his expensive boats, despite the large superiority in strength and equipment.
On one of the ships were hostages - Arabella Bishop and Lord Julan, who served with the Minister of Foreign Affairs. Arabella, having learned that Blood was the captain on the ship, did not express gratitude, but, on the contrary, attacked him with accusations. Peter was terribly upset, not such a reception he expected from his girlfriend. He had to take an officer's patent from Lord Julian ...
- James II, King of England
- Pirates serving on Blood's ship
- Don Miguel, an enemy of Captain Blood
- Admiral de Rivarol, Blood's superior during his officer service
Retelling of Captain Blood's Odyssey
Part one
Events are played out at the end of the 17th century. Peter Blood, who has a Bachelor of Medicine degree, joins the Monmouth uprising and is arrested along with other rioters. Blood is sentenced to death by hanging, but King James II changes his mind at the last moment and sends Peter, along with other prisoners, to hard labor in the southern colonies of Great Britain.
There, the doctors are sold into the property of a certain Colonel Bishop. However, thanks to his medical skills, Blood becomes the governor's family doctor and falls in love with the beautiful Arabella, his niece. Having captured a rather large ship together with his comrades, Peter gets to Tortuga, which is in the power of pirates. Thus, he joins the brotherhood of sea robbers.
Part two
Blood's pirate career turns out to be quite successful. He and his team are quickly becoming a real thunderstorm in the Caribbean. In the battle with the Spanish flotilla, the captain of the pirates wins an absolute victory, completely defeating the enemy, and his further attacks also become very successful, the fame of the desperate captain spreads almost all over the world. Even falling into the traps set for him in advance, Peter not only easily gets free, but also causes great damage to the enemy.
There comes a moment when Blood manages to defeat his longtime enemy Don Miguel, who for a number of years dreamed of destroying a virtually invulnerable pirate. It turns out that Peter's beloved Arabella, along with the Minister of Foreign Affairs, were on the Spanish ship as hostages. Blood hurriedly releases them, but the girl does not express any gratitude, on the contrary, Arabella loudly calls him a thief and a scoundrel. Peter, pursued by the Jamaican squadron, is forced to agree to accept a patent for an officer's rank, which is brought to him by the envoy of the king.
Part three
Blood enters official service under a certain admiral of French origin by the name of de Rivarol. But soon the man becomes convinced that he is also organizing pirate raids. At this time, Peter becomes aware that the English king, who sent him into exile, left the country, and William of Orange is now on the throne.
Blood decides to return to his homeland and start a new, quiet life, because he is already a little tired of the ongoing adventures and dangers. However, he is offered to become the governor of the island of Jamaica, and Peter considers this option quite acceptable for himself. It is in Jamaica that his new meeting with Arabella takes place, and the two finally openly explain themselves to each other. Blood is convinced that the young woman sincerely loves him, and from that moment he finally completes his activities as a pirate.
Captain Blood's Odyssey
Micro-retelling: XVII century. An English doctor named Peter Blood, who happened to be among the rebels, was exiled to the island of Barbados for hard labor. After some time, he and his comrades in misfortune manage to escape, capturing a Spanish frigate. By force of circumstances, Captain Blood and his sailors are forced to raise the black pirate flag. After a while, Captain Blood and his crew become the most famous pirates in the region. A real hunt is announced for them, however, luck every time turns out to be on the side of the noble robber ...
A resident of a small English town, Bachelor of Medicine Peter Blood helps his patron, the rebellious Lord Gilda, wounded during the rebellion of the Duke of Monmouth. Blood is arrested for helping a rebel.
The uprising was brutally suppressed. Among the victims are innocent people. By order of King James, the rebels are not executed, but sent to the colonies, since slaves are required there.
Thanks to Blood, the conditions of the prisoners are improving and they can receive medical care.
Prisoners arrive on the island of Barbados. They are met by the governor of the island and Colonel Bishop with his niece Arabella. Blood falls in love with a charming girl at first sight. Arabella also notices the dirty, ragged slave. Yielding to the persuasion of his niece, the colonel buys Blood.
Soon the governor finds out that Blood is a doctor and turns to him for help. Seeing that Blood has cured the governor and his wife, Colonel Bishop allows him to practice medicine. Living in relatively good conditions, Blood suffers from seeing how his comrades live, the slaves of the cruel Colonel Bishop. He struggles with feelings for Arabella and a dislike for her uncle.
In all his eventful life he had never met a worse villain than her uncle, and she was his niece, and some of the vices of this family - perhaps the same ruthless cruelty of the rich planters could pass to her.
A ship arrives in Barbados with English sailors and Spaniards wounded in battle with the Spaniards. Blood, along with other doctors on the island, takes care of the sick. The colonel is outraged that Blood is treating the Spaniards, although this is the order of the governor himself. The inhabitants of the island bring clothes and food to the wounded. Seeing that Arabella is helping the Spaniards, Blood changes his mind about her.
The doctors are unhappy that the slave is popular and they offer Blood their help in escaping. Blood talks about the escape to his longtime friend, naval navigator Jeremy Pitt. Friends suggest dedicating a few more people who know the sea to the escape plan. The conspirators prepare provisions and negotiate with a local carpenter to buy a boat for them.
The night before the escape, the governor summons Blood. Because of the carpenter's cowardice, Bishop beats up Pitt. For helping Pitt, Bishop wants to punish Blood as well, but at this time a Spanish pirate ship enters the harbor. The ship is commanded by Don Diego, brother of the Spanish admiral Don Miguel, who lost the battle to the British.
Spanish pirates take over the island and create atrocities. Blood manages to save Arabella's friend and help the girls hide in a safe place.
Having defeated the bastions of the island, the Spaniards feel completely safe and descend from the ship. Taking advantage of the confusion, Blood and his comrades seize a pirate ship with a large amount of provisions, money and weapons. Don Diego, his son Esteban and some of the pirates are taken prisoner. With a few shots, they defeat the pirates and raise the English flag on the ship.
Bishop boards the ship to find out who raised the flag and is surprised to find his slaves there. Love for Arabella keeps Blood from hanging the colonel. Bishop is tied to a board and allowed to shore.
Blood offers the commander to bring the ship to the island of Curacao, as the only one who knows how to control the ship, Jeremy Pitt, is sick. For this, Blood promises to save the pirate's life.
Taking advantage of the fact that no one understands the management of the ship, Don Diego deceives Blood and leads the ship to the island of Haiti, which belongs to the Spaniards. Also approaching them is the flagship of the Spanish fleet with the commander-in-chief, Don Miguel. The forces are unequal and Blood raises the Spanish flag, and Don Diego is tied to the muzzle of a cannon. Don Esteban is ordered by Blood to board his uncle's ship and arrange to let Blood's ship leave, otherwise his father will be killed.
Blood and Don Esteban manage to negotiate with Don Miguel, but Don Diego, without waiting for his son, dies of fear.
Having made several raids on the Spanish flotilla and captured the booty, Blood strikes terror into the ships of the Caribbean. Don Miguel vows to avenge his brother.
The French Caribbean thug Levasseur suggests that Blood join forces to fight the Spanish together. Blood, though disgusted by Levasseur, agrees to undertake more serious operations.
Before sailing, Levasseur receives a letter from his beloved Madeleine, daughter of the governor of Tortuga. The girl reports that she is being forcibly sent to Europe on the Dutch ship Jongrove. Levasseur decides to save Madeleine, but since Blood will not agree to attack the Dutch ship, he decides to deceive his companion. Under cover of night, Levaceur's ship leaves the Arabella and overtakes the Jongrove. Having boarded the ship, Levancer has to kill several people and send Madeleine's brother to the hold. Meanwhile, the Arabella manages to capture a ship with rich booty.
Levasere's ship needs to be repaired, so the companions decide that Blood will go to Tortuga to sell goods and find people. Then they will meet on a small island to raid the Spanish city of Maracaibo together.
Levaceur wants to keep Madeleine a hostage, and offers his brother to go to his father for a large sum. At the height of the auction, Blood returns, who was unable to get to Tortuga due to a storm. Blood is strongly opposed to a quarrel with the Dutch. The partners agree on the division of the booty, but a quarrel breaks out between them. Blood kills Levasseur and undertakes to deliver the governor's children to their father.
Blood's team, along with Lavaser's team, attack Maracaibo, but are surrounded by the Spaniards under the command of Don Miguel. Lavaser's assistant Kauzak offers to release the pirates if they return the booty. Blood is categorically against it, he does not trust Don Miguel. He threatens to turn the city into ruins and destroy enemy ships.
In battle, at first Blood is lucky, he inflicts great damage on the Spaniards, but then his ships get holes and they have to return to the city. There is a quarrel between Blood and Kauzak. Blood insists on his own and threatens Don Miguel to destroy the city. Kauzak leaves, and Blood engages the Spanish. He manages to outwit them and win. He frees Kauzak, taken prisoner by the Spaniards, who becomes the laughing stock of pirates for a long time.
Having been defeated, Don Miguel attacks all the English and French ships, becoming a pirate. The British and French governments are concerned about the situation, especially since some governors, like the governor of Tortuga, are profiting from the loot.
A ship with the Minister of Foreign Affairs of England, Lord Sunderland, enters the Caribbean Sea, who must come to an agreement with Spain. The Lord appoints Colonel Bishop as governor of Jamaica, hoping that he would not mind settling scores with Blood. Seeing that Bishop cannot cope with the pirate, the lord sends his relative Lord Julian to Jamaica. Arriving in Jamaica, Lord Julian is going to sail to Tortuga and at the same time take home his niece Arabella, who was visiting the colonel.
Lord Julian is fascinated by the beautiful girl, but notices that she is partial to Blood. He tells her that Blood wants to marry the daughter of the governor of Tortuga, otherwise why would he risk his life for the girl? After all, he even killed Levasseur for her sake. The distraught Don Miguel attacks the ship and captures Lord Julian and Arabella. Don Miguel's ship is attacked by Blood's ship. The captives, not knowing whose ship it is, marvel at the fact that the attacker engages in combat with the ship that has the advantage. Lord Julian is also amazed at Arabella's courage.
Blood wins and Arabella witnesses the meeting between Blood and Don Miguel. Blood dismisses the admiral, advising him to do something other than seafaring.
Blood frees Lord Julian and Arabella, but the girl calls him a thief and a pirate.
Blood can't forget Arabella's words
Thief and pirate! How caustic those words were, how they burned him!
Lord Julian does not escape the strange glances at each other of Arabella and Blood, and it is not for nothing that Blood's ship bears the name "Arabella". In the presence of Arabella, he finds out from Pitt the details of the death of Levasseur. Lord Julian tries to convince Arabella that she is unfair to Blood, but the girl stands her ground.
Blood takes a ship to Jamaica to deliver Arabella to her uncle. Lord Sunderland gives Lord Julian an officer's license for Blood, but Blood refuses: because of King James, he was enslaved. But the Jamaican ships are chasing the Arabella, the crew demands that Bishop make Arabella a guarantee of their safety. Blood accepts Lord Julian's offer.
Blood's ship "Arabella" joins the Jamaican squadron. Blood is worried that his friends will turn away from him, but the main thing is that Arabella despises him and spends time in the company of Lord Julian.
Blood sends a ship to Tortuga to report that he will not return. Bishop does not believe Blood and orders him not to be released from the port. Having outwitted Bishop, Blood sails away to Tortuga. Bishop vows to hang Blood to the gallows.
Lord Julian tries to talk to Arabella and realizes that the girl loves Blood. Despite his respect for Blood, Lord Julian is jealous of Arabella and wants to help Bishop catch the pirate.
Meanwhile, a civil war is brewing in England against the tyranny of King James. King Wilhelm takes the throne, and France promises Jacob help. Additional forces are being sent to the Caribbean.
Lord Julian informs Bishop, who is not averse to intermarrying with him, that Arabella loves Blood. Bishop's desire to kill Blood in battle intensifies and he goes to Tortuga.
Returning to Tortuga, Blood goes on a drinking binge, he is only interested in Arabella.
Blood decides to enter the service of the French king. A French admiral proposes an attack on the wealthy Spanish city of Cartagena. The attackers are victorious, but the French admiral tricks Blood and escapes with the loot. Blood sets off in pursuit and encounters a sinking English ship. Blood rescues the governor of the West Indies, who is on the ship, from whom he learns that another king already rules in England.
The governor of the West Indies is outraged by Bishop, the governor of Jamaica, who, at such a difficult moment, went to Tortuga to catch Blood. Blood overtakes the traitor, defeats him, but in this battle "Arabella" dies. The Governor of the West Indies appoints Blood as Governor of Jamaica. Miss Bishop comes to the new governor of Jamaica to ask for indulgence for her uncle. Blood reminds the girl that he is "a thief and a pirate" in her eyes, but he is not going to harm his uncle, but will send him to Barbados. Finally, Arabella and Blood confess their love to each other.