 And now, Ms. Virginia Mayo, starring in Neil Patterson's exciting story, China Run. Let me tell you, the sound of the sea is a wonderful thing. Maybe there's a sound of Twitter than the wind in an arching sail, but I don't know it. There may be a symphony grand as in Wild Waves laughing, but I've never heard it. There's no lovelier sound than a bellboy in the bass. When the sailor comes home, do you see? This is what I've heard, and I think it's so. But I know this, too. The blue rolling sea is a fickle sea. It's ready one time to grant your most cherished dreams and waiting the next with death-hiding just below the running waves. Come in. Good evening, Father. Good evening, Father. Come in, come in. You too, Jane. Although I didn't expect you. I wanted to see my son. And I'm only a daughter. But it's nice to know I'm accepted, even if I am a woman. Woman? A mere child, and yet she calls herself a... That's enough, Jane. I want to talk to you. I know, Father. You know. It's always been the same, ever since I was 20. You come home for a month, I do believe, only to talk me into shipping out to sea with you. And the night before you sail, you try again. Just like tonight. Then it's no use. No, Father. I don't know why you persist. And because I'm a seaman, I guess. A master of a ship, a good ship. I want my son to succeed. You're so sentimental, Father. But someone must stay ashore to tend the ship business. You prefer a Dublin counting house to a sailing ship. A sailing ship is like a jail. With a chance of getting drowned. And a sailor. Well, a sailor is a beast of burden. Then there's nothing I can say. Good night, Father. I'll see you tomorrow before you sail. Father? Yes, Jane. Father, I want to go with you. Yes, yes, you... What? I want to go to sea. Oh, but you can't change or a girl. It's 1845, Father. The world no longer belongs exclusively to its males. But the hazards are too great. The boarder car goes ship. I have no facilities for passengers. I have no intention of being a passenger. But who... I need to be a sailor. Jane, you're a girl. I'm as good as any man and better than some. Your brother now. I can't make him go to sea. And you can't make me stay ashore. But the storms that have come... I want to go to sea. Sickness and death. I've got to go to sea. With a China coast pirate. I must, Father. I must. But... But I'll be the laughing stock. If Tanty McCoy finds out... And who is Tanty McCoy? A miserable Yankee, the vilest skipper on the China run. Sounds like a competitor. Is the rankest man that ever offended my nostril. Then why worry about it? All right. All right, but... No more buts, Father. But... What will my crew say? Let me tell you. The crew said plenty. The crew of a windjammer's always wet. And always numb from lack of sleep. But the wind and the weather wait for no man. And the sails that constantly change. The work on a windjammer is endless. But the men find time to toss and toss and toss. An evil omen it is a woman aboard. That wouldn't happen on a Yankee ship. Men see a Yankee like Tanty McCoy sufferin' a lady aboard. More like a witch she is. Standing on the lead side of the poop. Aye, Bosun. But a handsome witch. Aye. And always with a question. Oh, she better ask questions. She doesn't know a head from a halyard. Ah, now she will. She will. Her tongue's sharp. And it's shaped like a question mark. She should be ashore and married. Ah, the kind of man she needs can't be found ashore. Ah, she needs a man like Tanty McCoy now. He's answer her questions. Bosun. I'm her. I've been watching the wind in the lower, main top gallant sail and the upper main top sail. That's the tonsils, ma'am. Main the gallant and the metopsil. They form the tonsils. Uh, yes. Well, anyway, they're always shredded at the lip. Now, why couldn't they be reinforced? Reinforced, ma'am. With what? Have you tried wax? Wax the harness. You might not cut the sail. Ah, but who has the wax? We have Palo just in the lamp. You might try that. Hmm, Palo. Yes, ma'am. I think I might. Yes, the crew had plenty to say. And so have the ship's officers. Mr. West is uncommon handy about the ship. Ah, Mr. Jordan. Even in the weather? I'm Sir Hammond, even in Petty Coast. The rate of Tanty McCoy gets a look at them. Ah, yes. Don't you worry about McCoy. You just worry about your birth as second mate. I believe she's after it. Begging your pardon, sir. She's after a bigger game. Your birth as first mate. Ha, ha, ha. Ah, there's a bit of nonsense. So it takes years to master navigation alone. Even I still have much to learn about navigation. I, uh, I passed the cabin this morning, and I, uh, happened to glance through the porthole. Ah? She was reading a novel, I suppose, some fluffy romantic novel. She was reading the memoirs of a French actress and Irish admiral called Advanced Principles of Navigation. Evening, Captain. Mr. West. Good evening. Just for free to see it. Thank you, sir. Ah, and what do we have for supper tonight? Same as we had for dinner. Cold harness, beef, and black bread. This is preposterous way. George Simpson's the best cook ever to stay with me. He was, sir. You talk like he's dead. Well, he will be soon. Come down with a smallpox this morning. He's in considerable pain, sir. Blisters have already appeared on the floor to the feet. I'm going to get a razor and cut him off. That's the usual procedure, is it not? Well, it is for anyone but George Simpson. He won't let us near him. And he's a giant of a man, sir. I'm aware of his stature, Mr. Jordan. But he's in the corner of the folks where they'll be laying pin in one hand and his own razor in the other. He's promised to use him on the first man who comes near. Now, a man that obstinate deserves to die. Father. My dear. May I be excused? Of course. My apologies, Mr. Dwest. My talk of smallpox and blisters and razors is perhaps too strong. If he wants a sailor's life, she must get used to sailor's talk. Run along, Jane, if you must. He'll be a little more than a child. What do you have there? A boat of canvas. I'm going to measure you for a shroud. Oh, no. There. Now all we need is a sinker. Oh, Mr. Dwest, I don't want to die. Oh, but you're going through, Simpson. Then we'll drop you over the side and the fishes will eat you. Oh, no, no, no, Mr. Dwest. You cut off the toes, it might be. You do it. Give me your razor, Simpson. Thank you. Just let me holler, Mr. Dwest, because I don't hold much with pain. It'll be pain. Now, you just let me have your belay and pin. Aye. That's right. Simpson, I'm going to tap you on the head with it, lightly. Just hard enough to keep you from feeling the pain. Now, whenever you're ready. Go ahead, Mr. Dwest. All right, Simpson. Let me tell you that day was long remembered. And the men gathered round the scuttle but talked to it with wonder. Ah, she's ya, that girl. And a demon with a belay and pin. Is that right, Simpson? A flying fish, lately, she is. And I'm that proud of the lump on my head. It's like a bloody decoration. It is that, but she's done the decorating. Oh, gut she's got and saltwater in her veins. And so they talked. All of them said his face to Hammond. And he was doing to learn. What's the reading, Mr. Hammond? Right on, sir. And we'll make warranty all by morning. Yes, sir. But if I may say so, sir, you've picked the longer to correct to a hair's breadth. And in the gale with one star poking out of a cloud bank for not more than three seconds, you have, sir, a genius for precise navigation. I'm sorry to disabuse you, Mr. Hammond. The calculations were made by my daughter. Good evening, sir, and enjoy your shore leave in Barney. Let me tell you, there's nothing so wondrous strange as your first leave in a foreign port. And there's no ports as strange as Barney, oh. There's 30-foot snakes and six-foot ant eaters and deer and no beggars and jackrabbers wandering the town to look at the people. And the people themselves have certain quirks, like bathing every day. Where to now, Mr. Sweat? Really, Mr. Jordan, I can manage without your protection. Your father's orders, ma'am. Nonsense. I have my belay in here. Sorry, Mr. Sweat. The sounds of Barney are strange. The tiny deer I mentioned before have a habit of botting like dogs, and a Burmese man plays a bamboo flute. Fact of no interest whatsoever except that he plays it with his nose. The strange sound of all came from an outdoor saloon. What's that? That's Captain Tancy McCoy. Who is this Captain Tancy McCoy? I don't quite know, ma'am. Some say he's wild and disloot, but he's better than a pirate. Some say he's the finest yanker's shipper that ever drove a ship. And what do you say, Mr. Jordan? All I know is he carries a cannon mounted on the forefeet. He sees it. He's coming this way. And who, sir, are you staring at? The ladies, sir, the ladies. Trim ship she is. He looks to be running free. That's enough, sir. One more insult, and I'll be forced. You're forcing me first. My pretty lass. Take another step. Ah-ha-ha. Lass with juice and grout. I'm warning you. Go on away. You wouldn't hit me without blaming him. Of course I wouldn't. That's what happened, Father. What about Mr. Jordan? I left him with some missionary. His jaw was broken. And McCoy? I left him on the ground. I think I might have killed him. Good riddance. What will I do for a second mate? Father, I'd like Mr. Jordan's birthday, second officer. I don't know. You do know. I wonder. You know I can handle it. Of course you can. I wonder if you didn't plan it all just to get Jordan's birthday. Let me tell you, there is no prouder loss than those who follow the secret. And the proudest time of all is the time when you're first command, especially with a challenge of a race. I, I, sir, I mean ma'am, I beg your pardon. Oh, that's all right, ma'am. You did you's good. This was left. That ship up the far end quarter is still coming up fast. Let the helm drop off another point. Aye, aye, sir. What's the commotion, Jane? A ship, Father. Take a look through the telescope. A Yankee flipper. Oh, with a cannon on the forepeak. That can't be McCall, McCall's ship. Well, if it's a race they want, we'll give it to them. Motion, move, Mr. Garland. Aye, sir? Move, Mr. Garland. The Yankee's still gaining, Father. Motion, can't you take more sailing to the Royal? Captain, we've put everything we've got, except in the second-made pretty coast. No use, Father. He's hard upon us in coming alongside. The captain's trouble is going to find us. Oh, hoi! Oh, hoi! Captain Wood! It's McCall, sir! Here comes the Yankee, come! Captain Wood! In just a moment, we will continue with act two of the Hollywood Radio Theater. Make a friend, and you make an ally. There's a thought for you to keep in mind as many another American has. In 1864, Clara Barton gave up a successful job in the patent office in Washington and devoted the rest of her life to bringing physical and mental aid to the wounded and dying on the battlefield. At first, it was the soldiers of the American Civil War. But when the war ended, she was forced to go abroad to recuperate from nervous exhaustion. While she was in Switzerland, Napoleon declared war on Prussia. Clara Barton was urged to return to her own country, but she refused. She felt it was her duty to remain in Europe and help the wounded of this new war. It didn't make any difference to her if they were French or Prussian. She didn't ask the nationality of the sufferer when she stopped the flow of blood from a soldier's wound. In spite of many inconveniences and hardships, she traveled across the rugged German countryside to reach the Prussian front lines. But there, she was told that the only way she could be allowed into a frontline camp would be as a prisoner of war. Clara Barton agreed, and as a prisoner, until the end of the war, she continued to do her work with the wounded Prussian soldiers. After the war, she remained in Europe to help the defeated French. When she sailed for home in 1873, grateful Europeans bestowed on her many medals of honor, including the Gold Cross of Remembrance, the Jewel of the Red Cross, and the Iron Cross of Merit. Once again, an unselfish American had discovered that by helping others, you help your country. And now, act two of China Run, starring Virginia Mayo as Jane. Tell you about the Philippines. More than 7,000 islands sprawling like through pepper into the China Sea. Sort of an interesting place where a lot of people prefer a roast dog or a fried locus to any delicacy you could name. A place where nobody looks at an orchid, possibly because more than 900 varieties for a while. In Manila, they make the world best betunes and go to a university called Santa Tomas, which is founded in 1585, half-century before Harvard. Yes, Manila's an interesting sort of place. Full of surprises. First came not an hour after we birthed. Top of the morning, Mrs. Westman. The glorious day to you both. It may continue to be so, but I've gotten it out. There is a visitor on the Pope wishing a word with your father. My father's ashore, as you very well know. All right, and the visitor, therefore, is wishing a word with you. Very well, I'll see him. It's only one thing, ma'am. It's Captain Tancy McCoy. The audacity there, man, to set foot on this deck. Inform Captain McCoy that I have nothing to discuss with him, either now or any future occasion, and kindly to serve me by taking his dissolute and a worthless self-off my ship. Here he comes now, ma'am. Maybe you'd better tell him. Oh, sir, set that water bucket by me. I am. Thank you. You may go now. There you are. Captain McCoy, will you please? I come to the point, Mr. West. I come to call on Captain West to present my credentials. Well, what purpose? With a hand of his daughter and marriage. My father will hear. I'm sure he wouldn't give it to you. Well, then it's better that he is absent there. Quite frankly, Mr. West, I don't hold with your stodgy Irish custom of asking your father's permission. And quite frankly, Captain McCoy, I don't hold with your savage American processor to ask a no-want permission of kidnapping young ladies in their Western Indian fashion. You've been closely misinformed. But why should I ask your father? I don't want to marry him. And I would never marry you or anyone without my father's consent. That gives me little choice, except to kidnap you in the Western Indian fashion. Take one more step in this water bucket or cool your ardor. Takes more than water. Take a look at our matey to wash him right off the ship. And into the safe, cleansing him of his sin. Of which there are no doubt plenty. That night the dockside pubs were full of the affair and the ship's chandlers who came on board shook the heads greatly. The next morning, our meeting was convened and the folks were here. Now, every one of you knows why we're here. Tanty McCoy is a dangerous man to be made fool of. We must protect our mistress, Wett. From herself before she kills him. But I'm against it. Chains, stays, and anchor, I'm against it. Now, why can't she stay aboard ship? Why must she go ashore? Well, no, she's got her right. And if she don't, well, it looks unseemly for all of us. I mean, well, what I mean is it's like we're afraid. McCoy and his janks don't frighten me. I'll be her bodyguard. And I. Well, I'm still against it. But deal me. It was an extraordinary procession, the bosom armed with a revolver, the giant simpsons with a belt full of knives which clank together as in walks, and the helmsmen full of swagger and swashbuckling spear, and the young girl, imperious as any queen. Who rather enjoyed it all? Uh, begon your pardon, ma'am, but how long on the aimant of terrasseth? I'm sorry. So is my shopping-hole's little interest for you. Well, the truth is, ma'am, it is a wondrous batique. But I'm more interested in a good stiff drop of the wet. Of course. I can come back. Oh, no need, Missy. The batique is yours. Mine? Oh, yes, Missy, a gift from a gentleman over there. Where? It's McCoy, ma'am. I'm glad you liked the batique, ma'am. I cannot accept it. But I insist. And I insist. No yank will give the Mistress West gifts. I already have. And I've got something for you, too. Two, two, two, two. Here's what. Four, two, three, ma'am. Come on, come on. What? Ah. Don't talk to me. Oh. You know, the time. I know. I know what I'm going to do. Now, Mistress West. Stay away from me. You're a zoo watchtame, ma'am. And so do you. Oh, yes. You'll change. All of you. Looks like you've been through the eye of a hurricane. Well, I don't get it. What happened? It was a fire. What happened? I was in McCoy. But, Jane, where's your skirt? I've just experienced it as public humiliation as has ever been fallen, one of my sake. Ah, no, Miss. It wasn't as bad as all that. And we got in a few good licks of our own, sir. I knifed him in the shoulder and then. So then he must have hit me from behind. And I hit him with a spittoon. You should have seen the spittoon. So I shot him in the arm and then. Well, then, I purely don't know what happened. Then allow me to tell you. You, Mr. Simpson, were sprawled unconscious in the street. But, ma'am, I... Helmsman, you were stretched out on a bench as needed at your own funeral. And you, Bowzen, were tossed over a table and were propped stiff back and glassy-eyed against the wall. And then, then he came after me. Hey, he didn't... He left me off my feet and onto a counter. He pinned me down with his wounded arm, the blood dripping onto my spine. He seized my skirt, ripping it away, threw the silk around his arm, and knotted it with his teeth. And then, then I fled back to the ship in only my three petticoats, closely followed by my... my bodyguards. And now, look, Mrs. White, for all you three. Now, Jane, you know, Americans are a strange race, particularly at love or war. They seem to confuse the two. Perhaps you'd better marry him. Marry him? Never. Do you love him, Jane? I could only love a man who honors, not disgraces me, who rescues me from violence, not drags me into it, who shields me from the ills of the world, not showers me with him, who sustains, not humiliates me in an hour of need. My, my, my, how you run on. You're a child, Jane, confusing a husband with a knight in the novel on a white charger. All I want is for him to let me alone. He'll never do that. Oh, yes, he will. He doesn't want me. I'm just an excuse for him to start a brawl. Father, if you're only being named, I am possibly useless, bodyguard. That I won't do while increasing. Please, Father, just in Siam. There'll be no trouble in Siam, Jane. What makes you so sure? Because I intend to play the stern father. You won't be seeing the sights and proud of the market, Plexus. You don't expect me to stay aboard ship. Oh, nothing so drastic as that. But each day you'll go to a home of a friend of mine, an artist. I want him to paint your portrait. All right, Father. I will, on one condition. Which is? No bodyguard. Hell, I suppose it's just as well. Otherwise, I won't have an able-bodied seaman left in the crew. Now, Bangkok and Siam is a town of nitricism and a lustrous artist who aren't quite as peculiar as a certain species of sinist perch which climb trees. In Siam, the umbrella and not the crown is a symbol of royalty. And it's impossible for a foreigner to learn the language. Not that it's so difficult to see the people are so polite no one presues to correct your mistakes. There were six gloriously peaceful days in Bangkok. Six quiet days like a hordelog sponge for a portrait. Not a sign of Captain Tansen McCoy. Then, on the seventh day... Come in, Mr. Thoreau. Is my portrait ready? Indeed, Mr. Thoreau. And I have a visitor. That is, you have a visitor. I? I know no one in Bangkok. How quickly you'll forget an old friend. Captain McCoy. None other than, ma'am, I'm, uh, much taken by your picture here. Turn around. I'll do no such thing. Oh, ma'am, you should always blush if they'll be coming. Now, turn around. Thank you, ma'am. Yes, sir. Here's something pretty special for the China Sea. You know, you knocked the spots off in any of the last batch of dancing girls the Frenchman brought in. God dare you. Why is it, Mistress West, you can't accept my compliments any more than you'll accept my gifts? What right of you to give them? What right of you to refuse them? You'll rate yourself too high. You'll rate me too easy. Just remember this. There are growlers enough in the sea. Now, I'll waste no more of my time. But first we'll see your temper, oh, for your men's sake. Mistress West, it was quite long until you... Captain McCoy, if you were glassed on the street, you'll find we'll be unwatched. Watched by not less than 20 seamen for my ship. Perhaps you'd like to fight them all. I think I'll have the opportunity. They're coming this way. So you require anything, ma'am? Oh, no, thank you, Bolton. Well, ma'am, you want any help? No, of course not. Captain McCoy here is seeing me back to the ship. Are you ready, Captain? At your service, Mistress West. Please wait here, Captain McCoy. I'll go fetch my father. And Mistress West, you... You think I'll have trouble with him? Not have the trouble you had with me. No, that was enough. He's always been dead set against me. Don't worry, I'll be back. Some other time, Jay. Listen to me, Father, I'm brought again. Captain McCoy. Splendid. This bound to happen. Now, if you let me get on with my work. What's the matter, Father? A nasty little problem in my trade. Can I help, Father? I doubt it, Jay. But perhaps, can't see McCoy, Captain. Now might be your chance to find out if McCoy is that knight in shining armor you were searching for. What do you mean? Where is Captain McCoy? Show him to the ward room, I all mean. I saw men ride cattle instead of horses. Possibly because they don't have horses to ride. And the women? That's terrible, isn't it? And I've heard in Japan people fly kites like children and eat grilled ape and pickled seaweed. That's true, true. But you know, the weirdest place I've ever been is an island more half a world away. Oh? Well, there are 3,000 sacred wishing wells. And according to the natives, the we folk flesh and it's customary to keep them curdling fresh milk by putting a coffin mail near the cock. How curious. What's the name of this place? Ireland. Have you heard of it, Captain West? What? I beg your pardon, sir. It's quite all right, sir. I fear I've overstayed my welcome. Well, not at all. It's just... What is it, Father? Captain McCoy, I may speak bluntly before you. I mean some difficulty. That's all? I've discovered that my nitrate car goes under weight. But the hold is filled, I thought. It's green, Jane. Green is a sapling. Dryable to 10% shrinkage in the passage to China. Make the company remove the stuff and reload. The manager refused to do so. Why are you telling me this, Captain West? Well, I thought perhaps you might join with me in protest. You've shown such an attribute of leadership among the other shipmasters in this harbor. Together all of us could fall over at one consideration, Captain West. The nitrate in my hold is not green. Then you won't help. What made you think I wouldn't? Well, the things that they are between Jane... Sir, are you offering me your daughter's hand for a massive stinking nitrate? Captain McCoy, my father meant no such thing. Will you please leave our ship? Bradley! And, Mr. West, why don't you put a carpanel in the nitrate? Perhaps it would keep it from curdling. I'm sorry, Jane. I shouldn't have ever mentioned it. So, all right, Father. But I've ended your romance. Never began, Father. He isn't the only grower in this sea. And he certainly isn't the only shipmaster in Bangkok. What do you mean by that? We'll call a meeting of shipmasters. Perhaps our hold isn't the only one loaded with green nitrate. Perhaps if we all get together, something will be done. Even without the exalted presence of Kenty McCoy. Act III of the Hollywood Radio Theater will continue in just a few moments. Make a friend and you make an ally. There's a thought for you to keep in mind as many another American has. When Mark Twain first traveled abroad, he hit upon an idea which was to bring a note of seriousness to his writing. He decided to tour Europe and write a series of articles which might erase the existing prejudices that Americans had for foreigners and vice versa. He wrote about the questionable behavior of some American tourists abroad and about the European stubborn refusal to recognize the fact that such Americans were not an honest picture of their countrymen. Well, gradually, people all over the world became interested enough in his writings to buy his books. Through them, they learned to understand and respect each other. After his marriage, he and his wife visited Australia, New Zealand, Ceylon, and India, and his writings continued to strengthen the bond of international friendship. Here in his own words is an example of his outstanding of people. I came to England, he once wrote, with the intention of writing a devastating satire on your form of life. I anticipated finding great humor in your English culture and your social customs. Instead, I found English home life to be a substantial and altogether admirable institution. Your society furnishes examples to be followed rather than satirized. You've given me a fuller understanding of your country and your people. He also gave America a fuller understanding of England, for he discovered that by helping others, you help your country. It arises on Act 3 of China Run, starring Virginia Mayo as Jane. Gentlemen, the count shows that a little more than half the ships in this harbor have been loaded with bad-order nitrogen. The show of hands has indicated that all of us, regardless of whether we've been personally victimized or not, mean to stand together. A delegation comprising Captain West, Woodward, Clausen and Werner will present a bill of particulars to the company in the morning. One more point, gentlemen, before we adjourn. Of all the ships in port, only Captain Tancy McCoy's is not represented here tonight. What did the company say? Earth aid deplored the incredible error of loading cream nitrate. And what do they mean to do about it? Test about anything and everything. Wonderful. They've offered us a special cargo selected with the management in person and that it will reduce rate. It will be loaded at our convenience. And when is our convenience? Now. Jane, I just want to say, Jane, I'm that proud of you. Thank you, Father. If only. Father, don't start that again. You so much as mentioned me in the same breath with Tancy McCoy. All right, Jane. At this time, I'll supervise the loading myself. Somebody get hurt. Aye, aye, sir. Let me show you. Careful, sir. That nitrate's heavier than pig iron. Yeah. Our laboratory is in safety. This is Dan. The last of the new cargo has been stored, Mr. West. And I checked the manifest myself. Very good, sir. Have you hired a third officer? I did. An Englishman. He'd been on the beach two years and happy to catch a bird home. You've been a great help, Mr. Hammond. Thank you, I'd like to do more, Mr. West. Much more. Mr. Hammond. Since my father's death, there's no longer a reason for your call on me, Mr. West. I've been wanting to recall you, Jane, for a long while. You're jumping to conclusions. Please address me as Captain West. Captain? I'm taking command of the ship. Well, but I have master's papers and seniority. And I'm the first officer. And you shall continue to be so long as you carry out your duties. Now set the watch, Mr. Hammond, we're sailing for Fuchow. Aye-aye, Captain West. Now Fuchow is a river port, rich and stinking. The stench comes from the river Mead, from the collected garbage of the centuries, consigned to a wet grave by the populace in the river pirates. Its wealth comes from the illustrious T of the hinterland. All day long, the boat trains converge on the city, bearing tea and lacquered chips. And all day long, among the reefs and the shallows, the pirates wait for a lightly shipped. What is it? Yeah, Mr. Hammond's compliments, ma'am. He'd like you on deck at once. Very well. What now, Mr. Hammond? That ship off stern. It's Tansy McCoy's history repeating itself. But this time, Mr. Hammond, the result will be different. I mean to clue up in Fuchow before him. Captain West, this ship cannot out sail a Baltimore clipper. Who won't out sail him, Mr. Hammond? We'll outsmart him. We'll bear toward shore as we round the cave. Tap the distance. Yes, but the pirates, they'll take the car, go, and they'll hold you for ransom. Are you afraid, Mr. Hammond? Now listen to me. I served once with a captain whose wife they took. And they finally returned her, finger by finger. I'll worry about my finger if you'll proceed with my command. Aye-aye, Captain West. We're holding our leave. That small consolation, Captain West. Look forward off the bow. So jumped? Twenty-four of them, each man by twenty men. They're pirates, Captain West, and they're heading for us. Swing back to mid-channel. No, we can't get by them. A couple more minutes they'll be aboard. They'll never take us. They're closing in now. We'll round them. That won't help. Nothing will help. Back, Captain West. The toy is moving up alongside. Mr. Hammond, the megaphone, please. Captain West! Till the G is in the hold, and everything... Back for supper. Yes, ma'am. Oh, oh, Mr. Hammond, could direct me through the King Henry. Well, you go right up, Mr. West. Yes? Please accept my condolences for your father, Mr. West. I'm at your service, if there's anything I can... Who are you, sir? Beren's the name. George Beren, local agent for the ship. And now, if you'll permit me, I have business with your captain. Who is your captain, Mr. West? I am. I see. I beg your pardon. I said I'm master of the ship. But a girl like you, you obviously don't have the master's paper. No. But then the insurance will be revoked, and the cargo will be jeopardized. Well, the ship must be handed over to the first officer immediately. Don't tell me how to run my ship, Mr. Beren. I'll tell you this, madam. Unless your first officer takes over immediately, I shall notify the British consul, and you'll not get clearance papers. You're rotting food, child, until you're commanded to consent by public. And that will never happen. Good day, madam. You were asking me about the King Henry, Captain West. Belay that, Mr. Hemmel. We're sailing. Sailing? But you heard what he said. We're sailing immediately for Dublin. Let me tell you. It's a sorry thing, Beren, your ship to harbor for the last time. Never again to go down to the sea in the British sea. It's impossible, preposterous. James, it wasn't impossible. I brought the ship home. Without papers? Without clearance? What a risk. I could get master's papers with your consent. Of course I have. But there are other considerations. You risked your reputation and all good name to Daly with some Yankee skipper. I did not. You were to meet him and food, child. So Hemmel's been talking. And you risked the cargo with pirates by racing the yank of the ming. No, I'm afraid the admiralty would consider you an unshipped person to represent the crown and a trade ship. And besides, you're a girl, James. I'm a woman. But a woman can't hold the position of authority over men. It's against nature. So it went. Months of wrangling. Months of sitting by the window in silence. Watching the gulls and the ship sink from the Irish sea. Lending of time to remember the things that could never be forgotten. So was Jordan, the second mate. Mistress West is as calm and handy about ships. And Susan, the cook. A giant of a man. The flying fish sailor. I'm proud of that lump on my head. Like a bloody decoration. And the bosom is thought of Dunford. He is Yar, that girl. A daemon with a belay in it. And the helmsman, who took the first order as I did. Aye, it's just the Mistress West. And saltwater in her veins. And Tancy McCoy. A wildly disillusioned man. Creme ships in years. He looks to be running free. Then, one day in September. Yes? My compliments, Captain Weston. Captain McCoy. I waited for you in Fuchow. You never came. I know. And then I learned the region, Captain Weston. So I came to you, 5,000 miles by the log. Isn't it wonderful? There's just one thing, Captain Weston. There's only one master of my ship. That's me. Yes, Captain McCoy. But I'd be proud to make you Mistress of it. Captain McCoy. I could use a good first mate who's handy with a belay in pin. Oh. Captain Weston. Will you marry me? Hence. My darling. Let me tell you. The sound of the sea is a wonderful thing. And the wind in an arching sail is sweet. But not half so sweet as the soft words spoken by the man you love. This is what I've heard. And now I know it's sure. It's sure as my name that Mrs. Tancy McCoy. What our star, Miss Virginia Mayo, will return. The Navy Enlisted Men's Club in Tokyo is a pretty nice place where the men of the Navy can sit around and talk, read or play cards on off-duty hours. It's a pretty nice place in another way, too. There's a box on the bar for the spare change of the sailors. And every penny that's dropped into it goes for the support of their private orphanage called the Home of Affection. Over 50 boys and girls of all ages are fed, clothed, and educated there. The orphanage has formed its own self-government and the children are learning what it's like to live by democratic rules. With the help of the enlisted men of our Navy, they're meeting the world with a new hope, a new dignity, and pride. Such acts by you and your friends today are shaping our world of tomorrow. Now, here's Virginia Mayo. Well, it's good to be back on land again, but I thoroughly enjoyed playing a part of Virginia. And I'll be listening next week to your play, The Lady and the Tumble. Yes, don't miss it, Virginia. It's a colorful and amusing romance with a dash of mystery. And it was chosen as a starring vehicle by one of our most popular stars, Fred McMurray. Ah, sounds exciting, Ken. Good night. Good night. The Hollywood Radio Theatre is produced by Mr. Irving Cummings. Our orchestra is under the direction of Rudy Shrager. This is Ken Carpenter inviting you to join us next week at this same time for another presentation of the Hollywood Radio Theatre. Hollywood Radio Theatre is a presentation of the United States Armed Forces Radio Service.