 All aboard for the transcribed premier production, The Cruise of the Paul Parrot. That thrilling adventure story of wailing days when small craft roamed the mighty sea capturing monsters of the deep. Captain Dalton and his first mate George Wainwright of the good ship Paul Parrot have been attempting to track down a Spaniard named Altesti who has been causing them all sorts of trouble. They met a young boy named Johnny Robbins who had just run away from home to go to sea. Altesti, believing Johnny to be Dalton's cabin boy, captured him and undercover of night rode to the Paul Parrot. After binding Johnny and hiding him in a whale oil cask on the ship, Altesti and his henchmen Poncho were discovered by second mate Jowett and Dickon, the peg leg sailor. Shots were exchanged, but Altesti once more evaded his pursuers. It is now morning and we find Captain Dalton, Wainwright, Mr. Grange, and the crew aboard the Paul Parrot preparing to weigh anchor. Blow me down, George. I'll never forgive myself for letting that boy fall into the hands of that swab, Altesti. A vast cry. There's no cause to feel that way. There's no fault of yours. But I like that lad. He was a bright boy. You can lay to that. Here he helped us find Altesti and we bungled our trick and let the Spaniard get away and lay hands on the lad as well. Ah, mate, this Altesti is a fast bloke. One moment we had him at the muzzle of our piscals. The next moment, before I could think, he grabbed the lad and held him in front of him. We couldn't shoot then, or he'd have hit the boy. Who was he anyway, a cabin boy from one of the ships? No, Mr. Grange. He was a lad who just went away from home. His parents lived somewhere upstate. Just a walk away, eh? Well, why didn't you shoot anyway? This man Altesti seems to be dangerous to have at large. What? Shoot the boy to get the Spaniard? What difference would it have made? He's probably just some gutter puppy whom no one would miss. His life would be worth little. Mr. Grange, you amaze me. I wouldn't have shot the boy if my own safety depended on it. You're too tenderhearted, Captain. Well, no matter though, the sea will harden you. You're still young in this business. But we'll soon be far out to sea, and since there's no chance of this scoundrel boarding us now, we may as well forget it. I can't imagine what his purpose was in heckling you. He couldn't have been authorized by his firm. We've always been on very good terms with the silver and company. Mr. Grange, I may sail the seas until I'm as old as the rock of Gibraltar, but I hope I'll never forget to have consideration for my fellow man. Very pretty sentiment, Captain Dalton, but let's forget the incident. Very well, sir. There's a spank and offshore breeze springing up that should send us out of harbor in no time. We'll have the men spread full canvas as soon as Mr. Jowett, the second mate, comes up. Then we'll set sail. There's one thing we can be thankful for, sir. We've no greenies on this cruise, all old hands. We'll waste no time in leaving shore behind us. Aye, aye, you can thank George Grange and sons for that. They've allowed us to get a crew that'd be a credit to any merchant band, let alone a whaler. Hello, Mr. Wadewright. Well, good morning to you. Good morning, good morning, Mr. Breckenridge. Well, Mr. Grange, now that Mr. Breckenridge is here, as soon as he leaves for shore, we'll be ready to sheep the sails home for the voyage. That's fine, Captain Dalton. I see everything has been very well prepared aboard. You can thank our shipkeeper, Mr. Breckenridge, for that, sir. He's helped me a great deal in getting this craft ship shaped. Oh, Captain Dalton, you flatter me. You know, gentlemen, this is really a fine day for a voyage. This offshore breeze will put you out of sight of land in sight of half an hour. Yes, that's something to be thankful for. Oh, by the way, I've been wanting to ask you, did you find anything more of this man Al Kesty? Well, to tell the truth, Mr. Breckenridge, Mr. Wainwright and I traced him to the docks, but he got away. Well, if you'll pardon me for suggesting it, about this man Al Kesty, I mean. I've been thinking about him a great deal. It's come to me when I've seen him before. I remember very plainly about two years ago. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Blow him down. Someone's about to belay and pin off the back of his head. Where did that come from? He was right in the middle of a sentence. He's unconscious. Here, Wainwright, run, get some water and a bandage. We'll send him back to the dock immediately. Aye, aye, sir. I'll be right back. I can't imagine where that could have been dropped from, Captain. It didn't drop, Mr. Grange. That belay and pin was thrown. But all the crew were down in the focus hole. Who could have thrown it? Someone who'd been listening to our conversation. You can lay to that. When he started to tell me something about Al Kesty, he was struck. But who on earth would know whom he was talking about? There is no telling. There, Captain, is the water and the bandage. I'll bathe his temples. That was a mean crack he got, I thought, his crown. He's coming too, sir. I thought, oh, where am I? Oh, yes. I remember. Who struck me down? We don't know, Mr. Breckenridge. Are you in much pain? Some what? Yes. You better get me back to the docks. Mr. Joweth, here, help Mr. Breckenridge down to the cat boat and tell the oarsman to get him back to Harbor as fast as they can. He's hurt. Aye, aye, sir. Let me help you, sir. We've got to take advantage of this wind, Mr. Wainwright. We're about to sail. Summon all hands. Aye, aye, sir. All hands on deck. Stand by to weigh anchor and sheet home sails. Aye, aye, sir. Line up here. Men, I want to speak to you all later. I have something to say that may help us get along better. But right now, we're put to it to work swiftly and take advantage of this wind. Strain your utmost. Take charge, Mr. Wainwright. All men, to sheet home the canvas. Pardon me, Mr. Grange. I want to be sure the shipkeeper gets off safely. Oh, very well, Captain. I'll go to my cabin. If I find anything about the culprit who hurled that belay and pin, I'll inform you. Thank you, sir. Mr. Joweth, is Mr. Breckenridge safe at the cat boat? Aye, aye, sir. Captain, it's just a knock on the head. I'll be all right. Have a prosperous voyage. Thank you, sir. Have that head tended to right away, mind you. Keep a weather eye open for any more of that sort of thing. Goodbye to you. Goodbye and good luck. Hmm. I wonder. Mr. Joweth, will you leave Mr. Wainwright? See that the sailor set and the men assumed their duties. Send Wainwright after me. Aye, aye, sir. Hmm. Maybe I was wrong about Mr. Ezra Grange. I thought he was a fine young man. But anyone who could talk so heartlessly of shooting down a lad simply because he had run off to go to sea, it does put him in a cruel light. I wonder. And then that belay and pin and that one-legged sailor Dickon, I'm still not satisfied about him. Blow me down. I'm beginning to wonder how correct George was when he said this was going to be a mysterious voyage. You called me captain? Yes, Mr. Wainwright. It's all right. Drop the formality. There are no men around. George, who threw that belay and pin? I give my right eye to know. Mr. Breckenridge was hit just as he was about to tell that he'd seen this swab-baltesti some time ago. Just when he was drawn the particulars, the pin hit him. And no one was in sight? No one aloft at the time, either. Must have been thrown by someone with a good harpoon on? You've hit it there, George. That puts me thinking. I thought this ship carried 33 of the finest men that ever trod wood over ocean. But it's plain to see there's those who require watching. By the way, Roy, Second Mate Jowett reports that last night, just before we boarded the pall, Parrot, he and Deccan were on deck and saw two mysterious men running toward the folks. When they yelled at them, all they heard was a splag, as though someone jumped overboard. They searched the ship, but found no one. So he forgot about the incident until he reported it to me this morning. So apparently they both didn't jump overboard. Wainwright, there's somebody on this boat who's not supposed to be here. But where? Jowett said he and Deccan searched the entire schooner, but they couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. Listen, George, even old Deccan's parrot knows there's some funny business going on. Take him out. Wait a moment. What's in that whale oil cask that Parrot has perched on? I believe it's empty. A fast mate we'll soon find out. Ah, you see, from here, one could easily throw that belayin pin and then drop back in the cask and close the lid. Listen, did you hear that? Blow me down, I do. There's someone in that cask. Off with the lid. He's bound and gagged. Wait, wait, George. It's the lad. It's Johnny. Finally found Johnny and the whale oil cask. But who threw that belayin pin at the shipkeeper just when he was about to give some important information regarding Altestee? Can Altestee still be aboard? And is Sue's brother Ezra Grains the hard-hearted person he seems to be? Well, as old Deccan would say, blow me down, there'll be many a squall in store before the cruise of the Parrot is ended. So be sure not to miss even one adventure in this exciting story of the sea. Your Parrot announcer is Dave Ward.