look, i don't mean to be rude, but this is not as easy as it looks. so i'd appreciate it if you wouldn't distract me.
thank you.
if you're in such a hurry, you could lower a rope, or a tree branch, or find something useful to do.
that does put a damper on our relationship.
that's very comforting. but i'm afraid you'll just have to wait.
no good. i've known too many spaniards.
nothing comes to mind.
throw me the rope.
thank you.
again. thank you.
do you always begin conversations this way?
i have never seen its equal.
how old were you?
you've done nothing but study swordplay?
well, i certainly hope you find him, someday.
whether i am or not, you've been more than fair.
you seem a decent fellow. i hate to die.
i thought it fitting, considering the rocky terrain --
-- naturally -- --but i find thibault cancels out capo ferro, don't you?
thank you -- i've worked hard to become so.
then why are you smiling?
and what is that?
you're amazing!
there's something i ought to tell you.
i am not left-handed either.
no one of consequence.
get used to disappointment.
i would as soon destroy a stained glass window as an artist like yourself. however, since i can't have you following me either --
please understand, i hold you in the highest respect.
i believe you -- so what happens now?
you mean, you'll put down your rock and i'll put down my sword, and we'll try to kill each other like civilized people?
frankly, i think the odds are slightly in your favor at hand fighting.
look are you just fiddling around with me or what?
and a good thing too.
oh no. it's just that they're terribly comfortable. i think everyone will be wearing them in the future.
why is that, do you think?
why should that make such a difference?
i don't envy you the headache you will have when you awake. but, in the meantime, rest well .  and dream of large women.
let me explain-
perhaps an arrangement can be reached.
but if there can be no arrangement, then we are at an impasse.
you're that smart?
yes.
really? in that case, i challenge you to a battle of wits.
good. then pour the wine.
inhale this, but do not touch.
what you do not smell is called iocane powder. it is odorless, tasteless, dissolves instantly in liquid, and is among the more deadlier poisons known to man.
all right: where is the poison? the battle of wits has begun. it ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out who is right and who is dead.
you've made your decision then7
truly, you have a dizzying intellect.
australia.
you're just stalling now.
you're trying to trick me into giving away something -- it won't work --
then make your choice.
what? where? i don't see anything.
what's so funny?
you guessed wrong.
i am no one to be trifled with, that is all you ever need know.
they were both poisoned. i spent the last few years building up an immunity to iocane powder.
catch your breath.
and what is that worth, the promise of a woman? you're very funny, highness.
you think your dearest love will save you?
you admit to me you do not love your fiance?
"are not capable of love" is what you mean.
that was a warning, highness. the next time, my hand flies on its own. for where i come from, there are penalties when a woman lies.
rest, highness.
with pride. what can i do for you?
hardly complimentary, your highness. why loose your venom on me?
it's possible; i kill a lot of people. who was this love of yours? another prince, like this one, ugly, rich, and scabby?
i can't afford to make exceptions. once word leaks out that a pirate has gone soft, people begin to disobey you, and then it's nothing but work, work, work, all the time.
life is pain, highness. anyone who says differently is selling something. i remember this farm boy of yours, i think. this would be, what, five years ago?
does it bother you to hear?
he died well, that should please you. no bribe attempts or blubbering. he simply said, "please. please, i need to live." it was the "please" that caught my memory.
i asked him what was so important for him. "true love," he replied. and then he spoke of a girl of surpassing beauty and faithfulness. i can only assume he meant you. you should bless me for destroying him before he found out what you really are.
faithfulness he talked of, madam. your enduring faithfulness. now, tell me truly. when you found out he was gone, did you get engaged to your prince that same hour, or did you wait a whole week out of respect for the dead?
 as .  you .  wish.