 All aboard for the transcribed premier production, The Cruise of the Paul Parrot, that exciting story of wailing days and the search for buried treasure. In order to recover the diamonds from the mine which has been covered over by a landslide on the island of Galto, our friends headed by Captain Roy Dalton were forced to go to Ascension Island for explosives. While there, they are successful in foiling a raid by privateers on property of friends of Captain Dalton's. During a fight between Captain Dalton and Dirk Briscoe, leader of the privateers, Sue Grange saves the Captain's life by running between the two as Briscoe is about to shoot Captain Dalton. Unbeknown to Captain Dalton to escape from the authorities, Briscoe and his crew have taken refuge on Galto Island where they discover Red Mulholly, the sailor who was given up for dead during the eruption of Smokeymouth, the volcano on Galto Island. Briscoe and Mulholly have joined forces in order to secure the treasure before Captain Dalton and the rest of our friends return. After securing explosives at Georgetown on Ascension Island, our friends are returning to Galto. A board ship which is under way, we find Johnny Robbins and Sue Grange talking to old Dickon, the Pegleg Sailor. Paul Parrot himself is perched atop Dickon's shoulder. Self it is, fair worthy Polly. Don't forget we've yet to get the buried diamonds. Polly's been a great help to us on this cruise, Dickon. Yeah, that he has little self. I owe me life to him, that I do. Yes, when you were tied up in old man Kip's campan, it was Paul Parrot who led Captain Dalton and Mr. Wainwright to where you were. Good old Polly. It's fair weather and foul. He's been through with masons first we hooked up. Hey, Polly. Ah, fair weather! I asked you how long you've had Paul Parrot. Yes, well I suppose we just took it for granted that you've always had him with you. Stay with me, mainses. It seems to me I've always had him with me. He must be an awful old bird, Dickon. Ah, there's no remembering how old he is. I got him when I was a mere lad, I did. And he's been with me ever since. I'll bet you got him in South America, Dickon. What makes you say that, lad? Well, don't all Parrots come from South America? No, Johnny. About half the Parrots are from South America, but a lot of them come from Australia. Right, you are, miss you. And it's just where I got Paul Parrot. In Sydney, Australia, it was. When I was a young and like you two, over there they called them lorries. Rock rock, shiver me timbers, I'm a lorry, I'm a lorry. Even Bully hasn't forgotten. Rock, Dickon's a lorry, Dickon's a lorry, rock rock. Hey, hey, you wall-eyed up a-growing, Patrick Eat. I'll bring you a bloomin' naked till you call me a lorry. It's funny they don't find Parrots on islands like Galto or Ascension Island we just left. Well, it's like this. Parrots are found only on tropical islands and in our countries. In Europe and America, it gets too cold for them. And on islands like Ascension, it's too cold too. Oh, Dickon, you said to remind you and you'd tell us something about Ascension Island. That's right, but so many things have been happening of late, we forgot to remind you. See, I did promise to tell you something, didn't I? Yes, you said it was something about Napoleon. I, that I did. Well, the island, we was just on, you know, Ascension Island? Well, that belongs to England, she does. It was about the year 1815, it was, that they made a settlement there. That was after the war between England and France after the Battle of Waterloo. Oh, tell us about it, Dickon. Yes, where were you, Dickon? Why, we're still in Australia, I was. But my dad rest him. He fought under the Duke of Wellington, he did. And many of the tale he told me about Napoleon, I remember said, Well, it seems like only yesterday, my old daddy was telling me about it. Napoleon was a great little general, he was. That's smaller than me, he wasn't. All small men are great they are. Rock, sink the braggers, hope, sink them, sink them, ha! Polly, I'm a warrior, I'll sink you, Elk, I will. Go ahead, Dickon. This is interesting, all right. Well, about that Battle of Waterloo. The battle was fought in 1815 at a town near Brussels, Belgium. The British under the Duke of Wellington were held by some Russian soldiers under the command of a General Blocher. The fighting began a little before known it did. French forces under Napoleon was just about winning, they were. But they didn't win, did they, Dickon? Don't interrupt, Johnny. Go ahead, Dickon. That's right, they didn't win. Because just as they were about to defeat the British, the Russians came up from the other side. Napoleon was surrounded, wasn't he? Oh, that he was. In spite of desperate charges, he must have realized that his ghost was cucked. Napoleon lost about 40,000 men in that battle, and that was just about the end of it. What's that all got to do with Ascension Island? Dickon's command of that, aren't you, Dickon? Aye, that I am. Well, shortly after the Battle of Waterloo, Napoleon gave himself up to the British, and they sent him to St Eleanor Island, where he stayed the rest of his life, which wasn't very long, it wasn't. He was a sad man, he was. You see, he always wanted to be the emperor of all Europe, and he almost was. He might have succeeded if it hadn't been for the Battle of Waterloo when he lost to the Duke of Wellington. Well, after about six years of loneliness and brooding on the island of St Eleanor, he died, he did. But still, I don't see what that has got to do with Ascension Island. Oh, but it has this to do with it. When you was on Ascension Island, you were just 700 miles north by west you was from St Eleanor Island. 700 miles from where the great Napoleon spent the last six years of his life and where he died. I wish we could have gone there, to St. Helena, I mean. Eyelad, someday you may have the chance. Many's the time I've been there. I'd like to see where Napoleon is buried. That's why I'd like to visit St. Helena sometime. Eyelad, he's not buried there, Miss Hill. But you said just now, Dickon, that Napoleon died on the island of St. Helena. That I did. He did die there. And he was buried there. He was. But some years later, his coffin was dug up, it was, and was taken to Paris and reburied. You see, the French people still thought he was a great man, even if he was defeated by the British. And they wanted his body buried in French soil. Sue, do you know, being with Dickon like this and listening to his stories, it's just like going to school. It's better than going to school, I think. Are you wrong there, little Miss Hill? Nothing is better for young'uns than going to school. Yes, but in school you can't be cruising around the world like we're doing now. That's true, Miss Hill, but you learn more than school. It's often I've wished I'd been able to go to school and learn things the easy way. What do you mean the easy way, Dickon? I'll tell you what I mean. I've learnt a lot of things in my life, but I learned them the hard way. I sailed from one end of the globe to the other, and at times. I've knocked around and bin-knocked around. I have learnt a lot. I did, but lost a leg doing it. You see, even though I know a lot about the world, and I've seen a lot, still I'm just an ignorant sailor I am. Oh, you are not, Dickon. Hey, that I am young'un. I'm just smart enough to know that I ain't smart at all. That is, smart in the things I'd like to be smart about. What do you mean by that, Dickon? Well, I mean that I often wish that I was smart in knowing how to act around nice people, like for instance your brother, Miss Hill. He's educated he is. But you can't learn them things shippin' on a whaley, you can't. You've got to go to school, you do. Look, Captain Dalton's coming this way. Have asked me hearties, what's in the sail? Oh, Captain Dalton, Dickon has been telling us how close we were to St. Helena Island where Napoleon died when we were on Ascension Island. Aye, that we were, Miss Sue. Well, I've learnt more from Dickon since we've been on this cruise than I ever knew before, Captain Dalton. I'm glad of that, Johnny. You can learn a lot from Dickon. He's a smart old sea girl and you may later that. Thank you, Captain, but I'm not a smart one, I'm not. I just seen a lot I have. But after all is said and done, I'm just an old rough tar. I'm fit only for the sea. Aye, an old rough tar with our hardest, pure as gold and as strong as steel. I'm proud to call you a friend, Dickon. And you may later that. Why, Dickon, there's a tear in your eye. Aye, there is, Miss Sue. But I'm not ashamed of it, I'm not. It's been a long time since these old eyes of mine are wet with anything besides saltwater. What's wrong, Dickon? Oh, nothing's wrong, Johnny Laird. These tears are tears of happiness to be sailing on such a fine man as Captain Dalton here. Why, Dickon, I'm no different than any other skipper. Captain, all my life, man and boy, I've sailed on a many a captain from Cape Town to Fresco, from Liverpool to Yokohama, around a whole dozen times or more. And I've been shang-eyed by pirates and sailed on a man I couldn't even understand their bloomin' speech. Whalers, Portuguese fishboats, Chinese pirates and some nice ones. You may later that. Starved almost to death on desert islands, dug by sea brigands, pushed around and beaten by drunken skippers. Aye, but I'm happy. I'm happy I went through all that. Because it made a good sailor out of me. And if I hadn't been a sailor, I'd never had a chance to sail under such a man as Captain Dalton here. In that, I wouldn't. So help me. Well, Dickon, I hardly know what to say. Dickon's a soft one. Dickon's a soft one. Soft, am I? Soft, am I? I'll bring you neck, you bloomin' owl. What was that? Sounded like an explosion, I did, sir. I heard it. Where could that come from, Captain Dalton? Just off Starved. You can see Galto Island coming in view. And those explosions are coming from Galto Island. I don't like the sound of it. Nor do I, Captain Dalton. Could it be that volcano again, Captain Dalton? Oh, I hope not. No. No, it's not the volcano this time. Those explosions are being set off by human hands. You may later that. Well, what do you think it could be, Captain Dalton? I don't think. I know. Someone is blasting the mine to get at those diamonds. It looks like we're getting here just in time. Yes, someone is blasting the mine on Galto Island to get at the diamonds buried there. Of course, Captain Dalton has no idea it's Dirk Briscoe and Red Mulhooly. Will Captain Dalton get there in time before Briscoe and Mulhooly get away with the treasure? Be sure to listen to the next exciting adventure on the cruise of the Paul Parrot. And we'll find out just what is in store for Captain Dalton, Old Dickon, Johnny and Sue, and the rest of our friends when they land once more on the island of Galto. Until then, this is your Paul Parrot announcer, Dave Ward, saying goodbye.