CC: Aye, that miserable vermin! I can still smell his stench in the air.
Daisy (flushing with embarrassment): I...I'm so sorry, Captain Crane. I DID remind them to have the seat cushions laundered...
CC: Nay; 'tis that blackguard's soul I be meanin', my girl. He always sniffed out trouble faster than a weasel could sniff out eggs.
Daisy: Yes, that much is apparant. Captain Crane, I'd like to switch from one villain to another, and mention an old nemesis of yours, Captain Borden.
CC: Sold 'is own soul to the devil, that 'un! He'd always be lookin' for the wrong things, and he gave me my share of worries that time 'round!
Daisy: Indeed he did! I must confess, Captain, you had me worried for a bit yourself, when you disappeared for so long; however, it was a most clever gambit, and it worked beautifully, for Borden never laid a finger on the treasure, and got what he deserved for his troubles!
CC: Aye; gave me a great deal of pleasure, it did, to imagine the look on his face! Almost as much pleasure as that there Spanish gold.
Daisy: Captain, there's something else I must say. I can't help thinking it was a bit...harsh to deceive poor Gus as you did. Oh, I understand the reasoning; you couldn't take any chances, I know. But still, I hated to see him breaking his back all night knowing, KNOWING that he was digging in the wrong place, with the seeds of doubt that Captain Borden planted in him stirring deep inside.
CC: Well now, y'see, I knew Gus, knew him right well. Knew he'd see it through, no matter what the cost. I did have that much pain in me own 'eart, for leavin' him in a bind like that, but I knew I could trust 'im, and I gave 'im my word I'd be back. Captain Crane always keeps his word, don't he now?
Daisy: Yes; like father, like son. Captain, on a more humorous note, there are some hilarious scenes in the story, with Mrs. Lynde and the minister digging for buried wealth in the church, and Hetty King digging up her yard looking for Josiah King's treasure! (She giggles.) You know, it said in his personal diary that Josiah King, privateer, cut off a Dutchman's nose!
CC (flatly): It weren't no joke for the Dutchman.
Daisy (sobering hastily): Of course, Captain Crane, you're right. I....certainly don't want to make light of another's misfortune. Let's move on to the conclusion. That scene in the caves was brilliant, and I love the look on Gus's face when he sees you sitting in the lighthouse waiting for him. Unfamiliar as I am with your sense of humour, I'm relieved that you DO have one.
CC: Old Captain Crane 'as seen enough of the world and it's ways to laugh and cry for it, missie. A fine moment that, and right pleased I was to give that boy a place of his own. (He starts choking up.) The least I could do for 'im, after all those years...
Daisy: Oh, Captain Crane....it was a wonderful thing for you to do! I know neither of you had any other family, except Eliza....
CC (turning inward): Eliza. Now there was a fine woman, the finest I ever knew. She had such a gentle spirit, and her voice! Her favorite song, she always used to sing it fer me; t'was that song that stole my 'eart from me. Gave it to 'er, I did, but it wasn't to be. She belonged to that scoundrel Abe Pike! He broke her heart, he did, and what's worse girl, he broke her spirit. I did what I could for 'er, but in the end, it wasn't enough. She was too good for 'im; seems them kind of gentle creatures always gets the ones that'll give 'em nothin' but grief and pain.
Daisy (to herself): More than you'll ever know, dear Captain Crane. (Aloud) Please, Captain, let's not speak of old, unhappy, far-off things anymore. I'd like to mention someone very close to you, Michael York.
CC: Aye, a fine man, he is. Not given to sayin' much; keeps 'is own counsel, you know, but them's the sort that be the best sort of company to keep.
Daisy: I'll agree with you there! Captain Crane, I....I have a confession to make.
CC (sternly): A confession is it? D'you take me for a man o' the cloth, girl?
Daisy: Oh no, I meant....You're teasing me, aren't you? (Captain Crane nods, followed by some laughter.) I've found you out, haven't I? You're not nearly as gruff as you look, sir, despite your efforts to the contrary. But, Captain, I confess...I've had what we'd call a....crush on Michael York ever since I saw him in Romeo and Juliet in high school. I remember thinking that if I had been Juliet, I'd have left Romeo in Verona and run off with Tybalt! I understand Mr. York has been married to his sweetheart for almost 35 years; in fact, I believe they met and married right around the time that film was made.
CC: Right you are; they've weathered many storms together, and seen the brighter side of life as well. Good times and bad, they've managed to stay true to each other above all.
Daisy: I'm so very pleased to hear that, Captain. (Then, a bit wistfully...) Not everyone is so fortunate, you know.
CC: Seems to me you've had a taste of foul weather yourself, haven't you? (A pause.) Don't you give up now lass, you're still young and fair; life hasn't done with you yet! Your ship'll come in, never fear.
Daisy: And just how do you know that, Captain Crane?
CC: See her, I can, from far out in the distance. She's got a ways yet to travel, but ere long, you'll have what your heart desires. (He leans forward and plants a kiss on Daisy's forehead.)
Daisy (utterly kerflummoxed): Well, Captain...I...it's been a surprise, hasn't it! I'd like to join everyone for thanking me in the studio today....thank you, Captain Crane, and this is good night!
(Off the air...)
Daisy: Oh, Captain, please stop by the table before you leave, we have some refreshments for you, and....if you don't mind, I have a few more questions I'd like to ask you, "off the record."
(Later. Daisy enters the studio, gathering her things together. Blithely humming a little tune, she bumps into Peter...)
Daisy: Oh, Peter, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!
Peter: Uh....Daisy? What's gotten into you? You look as though you've just won the lottery!
Daisy (considering): Maybe I have, Peter; maybe I have. (She continues to sing on her way out the door.)
Peter (shaking his head): Women! Just can't figure 'em out for the life of me!
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