Episode Three
It turns out Captain
Curtis is the captain of this crew and he is thoroughly unpleasant. He takes
the money that Oymandias gave the boys but refuses to give them French money in
return as was promised. He threatens the pair that if this agreement is
unacceptable they will never be heard of again.
JL - 'Captain Curtis!
Captain Curtis!'
IB - Why does Curtis
rip that drawing of his face in half and put it under a book on his table?
JL - That's well
hidden, nobody will find a drawing of myself there and think I'm vain.
IB - Will's bouffant
is truly a thing of beauty and a wonder to behold, even with all the stress
he's under.
IB - 'On this boat you
do as I say. Understand, understand? You'll get to know me better by then.' Cue
credits.
JL - Talk about a
cliff-hanger: 'your anus is mine, boy!'
JL - There's a canny
little old guy, like a naval equivalent of Yoda, sharing his great wisdom
regarding slicing a potato.
JL - Ooh, he's bitter
that Curtis.
IB - I knew Captain
Curtis was a bad man. It was back when Ozzy did that unsubtle aside about
Curtis having a false cap like his only he didn't want to speculate where he
got it. Drumroll...
JL - 'But what'll we
do about food and things?' Wa wa wa! Will's plaintive high pitched whine is
grating on me. It's almost as annoying as that daft elephant trumpet call
farting announcement the Tripods make.
IB - Curtis is
ferrying imprisoned vagrants for some reason.
JL - Maybe they'll be
used for dirty sexual experimentation. Or exploitation. Perhaps a little of
both. I'm envious, I really am.
IB - The Black Guards
have better technology - a sort of synthesis between a sailing boat and one of
those old speedboats you could win on Bullseye.
IB - That guard got
close to discovering out intrepid heroes there. Lucky for Will and Henry there
were two other uncapped runaways in that queue before them. The Black Guards
are a bit silly though, why didn't they check all of the crew were capped while
they were on?
JL - The Black Guard
are clichéd as fuck. They're paper Nazis who are there just to further the
talky plot and so they can keep the Tripods off screen more. Even more.
Since the ship is now
short-handed the angry Captain Curtis has no intention of letting Will and
Henry go. Locked into a storeroom the boys manage to escape and slip away from
the boat as it is moored under cover of nightfall. However, now they are on the
French mainland and unable to speak the native language, they soon run foul of
a group of Black Guards and end up imprisoned in a cell whereupon the next day
they will be capped.
IB - That door looked
flimsy enough to smash through without it.
JL - Why single that
out? There are loads of other glaringly stupid things to look forward to.
JL - 'You will thank
me!' Yeah right, kinky leather clad weirdo.
JL - Will looks like a
young Paul McCartney. I hate Paul McCartney.
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