"Sincro: wyxchari" "Ben, do something." "You maniac!" "Is there any more that fancies a free trip to Davey Jones, eh?" "By stabbing a man in the back, sir?" "You had us all at your mercy." "There was no need for you to kill Kewper." "I fancy better odds than five against one, Sawbones." "What is it you want of us?" "Why, the secret, of course." "Where Avery's gold lies." "And suppose we refuse to tell you?" "Do you fancy these lads of yours meeting their maker so young, eh Sawbones?" "I'm not going to barter with you, sir." "Where is your captain?" "Oh, you fancy you'll twist him round to your way, would you?" "He would at least listen." "Not here, matey." "There's only one skipper here - me." "You're alone, then?" "That's right, matey." "But I'm no fool, so one false move and I'll split you in two." "Leave this to me, Ben my boy." "That's right." "Let the old fellow do the talking cause he knows the answers." "But what about the Squire?" "He's badly wounded." "He needs help." "Let him rot, the blockhead." "But he needs water." "Have some mercy." "Mercy." "Why not?" "What's a moment's kindness?" "Here, give him this pannikin." "Come." "That's better." "Now Sawbones, talk or the young lad dies." "We must play for time, now." "Trust me." "All right, you're the gov'nor." "Enough jabbering, Sawbones." "Where's it hid?" "Well, I must admit the Churchwarden did tell me something, but to be quite honest with you, I am baffled." "What's the puzzle?" "The dead man's secret key, eh, Ringwood, Smallbeer and Gurney." "Were these names of villages around here?" "No, no." "I know those names." "Old Jack Ringwood." "He had a wooden leg." "He was the finest master gunner that never served his king." "And Gurney, what was he?" "Old Zeb, the ship's chandler." "A fellow that sewed many a merchant into a sail cloth nightgown." "What?" "A sailor's shroud to you, boy." "And Daniel Smallbeer, there was a man." "Fight along the side of him and he was like a killer whale." "Good men, I take it?" "All four of them, aye." "Four?" "Four." "Tim Desmond, he were Avery's galley boy." "Now what else did he tell ye?" "Eh, nothing I'm afraid." "Eh heh, nothing." "Nothing?" "Did you say nothing?" "Now don't be hasty, please." "I said I needed your help." "Now this is how..." "And that's all he told ye?" "Four names?" "Four names to Avery's gold?" "Avery's curse, what of that, eh?" "Avery's curse you can have that for the sharks." "It's a curse men fear." "Remember Avery's end?" "Did he not die a pauper?" "Aye, rotten with rum and madness in his tongue." "They say he bargained for his life: his soul in return for the souls of those who come after, seeking and finding the cursed treasure." "And if you so believed it, why did you seek the gold, eh sir Squire?" "Because I was a fool and ill led." "Answer enough lies there, surely." "Enough of this." "Old man, you know more and I will hear it said." "Tell me now what the riddle means or in one minute's time..." "Quietly, my beauties." "Quietly." "Spaniard, find Cherub for me, wherever he is." "Belay that." "Gaptooth, there's your loot." "It's all ours, captain." "Is it to be carried back straight away?" "Nay." "Unload the tomb." "Set the goods upon the shore." "We go at my signal." "It'll be dry work, Captain." "Broach a cask, then." "Aye aye, sir." "When it be finished." "Uh, aye aye, sir." "Uh, Captain, inside... is there more loot there?" "Did I say there was?" "No, no!" "Do as ye bid, ye dog, or I'll leave ye in the coffin as a souvenir." "Aye aye, captain." "Get to it, lads." "Cherub." "Fie!" "Where's Cherub?" "Hurry along you men." "Idle dogs." "On, men." "Your time's up Sawbones, so speak." "What would you have him say, Cherub boy." "Oh, you're here at last, Captain." "I've got him for ye." "For me, you say?" "Of course, Captain." "Cherub, you deserted the ship." "Nay, Captain." "I knew there was some trickery afoot." "Didn't I say so, time and again?" "I never did trust that tongue of yours, Cherub." "It was a might too like the archangel's." "But I found the Sawbones, didn't I?" "Aye, and you'd have found the gold too, eh?" "But I was making him talk, Captain." "See?" "He spoke of holy Joe's riddles." "He was going to spill the whole cargo." "I wasn't going to let no one do you down, Captain." "No, Cherub?" "Well, he'd have nabbed it all for himself, see?" "He'd have done for us both." "Would he now?" "Do for Pike, would he?" "So that's the game, eh Sawbones?" "Look, the Doctor wouldn't cheat no one." "By the black Albatross, ye met your doom now, my Cherub." "Not from such a black pig as ye." "I'll quarter ye, ye rat faced smiler." "Only watch the hook, boy, for when it whistles then it is the end of ye." "Doctor, it's just like the Squire said." "Avery's curse." "Come on now, you bilge breath." "Get on with it." "Ah stow it, Gaptooth." "And you, Spaniard, do as you're bid." "If Pike finds you idling here you'll lose your ears as well as your tongue." "Cut him, Will." "Stop." "Beware of Pike." "Now you've earned your... your jot and you shall have it." "But you Spaniard, and you David - to the beach with you." "Here." "Right, now's our chance." "Down the tunnel." "Yes, get Polly back to the TARDIS, and I will follow immediately Blake returns with the men." "But I can't leave you here alone." "There is no other way, child." "Without either of you they can't hold a hostage for me to force my hand." "Yeah, that's true." "But, suppose they start on you?" "Ah, I've done it before, my dear boy." "We must play for time." "Right." "Come on." "Back to the TARDIS." "Quickly." "Quickly." "I somehow don't think that master Cherub will be the winner." "Right, I'll give you fifteen minutes." "If you're not back by then I'm coming for you." "Well my Cherub, you'll not need prayers in this company, eh?" "Back to your Hell hole, Cherub." "Now old man, the time has come." "I think we agreed on that point previously." "The secret." "My dear captain, I had every intention of telling you." "And that's why ye fled me ship?" "I had no choice." "My friends are in danger." "Aye, those two lads." "Where are they stowed away, Sawbones?" "Is there another passage out of this crypt?" "Tell him nothing." "Still alive, eh, gentleman Squire?" "Aye, I'll live to see you hanged." "Think ye so?" "Stop!" "I made a bargain with you, sir - gave you my word." "Don't you want me to keep it?" "Aye." "That sounds like the foolishness of an honest man." "Speak on." "I wish to keep my side of the bargain, but I want to change the terms of my plan." "Eh, that is, if I may." "Strange terms indeed." "I prefer to call them humane terms." "And ye want none of the gold?" "I would rather not touch it." "Ha." "Heard of Avery's curse, eh?" "I have given you all my reasons." "I want no part of the gold." "Though perhaps I can deliver it to you immediately." "If I keep my lads out of the village?" "There is no need for innocent people to suffer." "Well said, Doctor." "Well said." "I like my lads to be happy, Sawbones." "That way they work well." "You'd have Avery's gold and our stores, would you villain?" "Will nothing satisfy you?" "Oh, we have an uneasy conscience, have we Squire?" "Ye lily-livered rogue!" "Ye dare to call to call me villain?" "Oh, I've been a rogue." "I frankly admit it." "The generosity of this stranger has shamed me." "But, I never spilled blood in my villainy." "I beg you as a fellow rogue, if you must." "Spare my poor villagers." "When the fever is in the lads' bones, nothing but blood will slake it." "Senseless destruction." "'Tis by way of being a pastime with us gentlemen of fortune." "Why should I stop them?" "So, you admit it to be difficult, eh?" "You'd rather let them run mad than test their obedience, eh Captain?" "No man defies me and lives to speak of it." "No, but you'll not give that one order, eh?" "A highly disciplined crew, in truth." "They'll do as I bid or die of it." "Would they?" "Aye, they would." "Prove it." "Aye, I will." "When I have the gold." "I suppose we must trust you?" "Aye, ye must." "And take heed of Cherub yonder, eh Sawbones?" "Have no fear, Captain." "I am not likely to try and cheat you just as he did." "Out with it, then." "Show me the gold." "Come on, Duchess." "We're nearly there." "Oh, good." "Ah, ooh!" "You OK?" "Oh, yes." "How much further is it?" "I told you, we're nearly there." "It's only about another hundred yards." "Well, look." "You go back and get the Doctor then." "But, will you be all right?" "Yes, I'll be fine." "Look, hurry." "I'll see you back at the TARDIS." "OK then." "Polly." "Yes?" "Put the kettle on." "Hmm." "All right sergeant, off you go." "The rest of you come with me." "Now, let me see." "The Churchwarden set me a riddle which involved four names: Ringwood, Smallbeer, Gurney and Deadman, which should be on that wall, sir." "The four names of Avery's crew in the old days." "Ha, yes, it's there... just there." "How come those names here?" "They died on the seven seas, all of them." "The original names were changed by the Churchwarden." "Aye." "Like a marker, eh?" "Yes, that is correct." "And unless I am very much mistaken, sir, this flagstone is at the intersection of those fateful names." "Aye, and 'tis loose." "Stand aside." "Indeed, I think that is what you seek." "What's this?" "I see nothing." "Well, how deep is it?" "Still nothing, blast your eyes." "Nay..." "Nay..." "What's this?" "What now?" "Ha!" "What price your damned Avery now?" "What now, Squire?" "What's that?" "If that is a trap, Sawbones, I swear you'll lie beneath that slab yourself." "Ahoy there." "What's afoot!" "What in Hell's name?" "Gaptooth, answer!" "Ben!" "Come on." "All right, come on." "Now quietly." "Mister Blake, thank heavens." "Now stand aside, boy." "Our work lies above." "Keep close _ commands." "Hang on, Blake." "I'm with you." "Polly, go on back to the TARDIS and wait for us there." "OK?" "All right." "Fight, ye black-hearted sons of traitors." "There's gold for ye all if we can but board the Albatross." "Pray, stand aside, good old man." "In the king's name!" "Sawbones, ye Neptune's curse." "Ye've laid a trap and for that you'll die by the pike." "Come on, Doctor, now let's get out of here." "No, I must try and help the Squire." "Oh, thank heavens you're still alive, sir." "Let's try and get him out of here." "Captain Pike, surrender I say." "And give over this treasure?" "Never!" "Sawbones, I'm coming for ye." "See if your magic will help you now." "Here's an end to ye, Sawbones, damn your eyes." "Thank you Squire." "The day is ours." "Yes, quite so, quite so." "I think we've managed very well, you and I." "But where's the old man?" "I would offer my gratitude to him." "Godspeed, old man." "Thank heavens you're both safe." "Doctor, are you all right?" "Oh, a little exhausted, my dear." "Otherwise I'm all right." "Come along, let's get off." "Yeah, I thought the Doctor nearly had it when old Pike got going." "What happened?" "How did you all escape?" "Well, Blake's mob beat them." "So they're all dead then, the ones who wanted the treasure." "Yes, superstition is a strange thing, my dear, but sometimes it tells the truth." "Where will we go to now, Doctor." "Will we go forward or back in time?" "I have no idea." "I have no control over such matters." "Well, it better be 1966 or I'm in dead trouble, Doctor." "Well, anyway, wherever it is, it can't be as bad as going back to them days." "My dear boy, it could be a great deal worse." "What's happened, Doctor." "I'm freezing!" "Yeah, it's getting right parky in here." "Just look up at that scanner." "We have arrived at the coldest place in the world."