I DO NOT OWN SWEENEY TODD: THE DEMON BARBER OF FLEET STREET. I ALSO DO NOT OWN LEAVE HER JOHNNY. THE RIGHTS BELONG TO JOHNNY COLLINS.
Southern Atlantic Sea. 1 month later.
It had been a month since the Bountiful had left Plymouth. It would take at least a month to get to the Peruvian capital of Lima. They would first have to make a stop at the Spanish province of Cuba to refill on supplies. As for Anthony Hope, he had never been happier. The basic skills that he had learned from Wyatt were being put to the test. Anthony had perfected all the sailor's knots and was able to swab the deck without too much trouble. He had even talked ship's master Darji into teaching him proper swordsmanship. Anthony had played swords with his father when he was a boy, but it had been pretend. He knew full well that there would come a time when he would need to defend himself. It was on one such day after their chores had been finished that Anthony and Farrokh were sparring with small rods of wood that stood in for swords.
"You came too quick." the ship's master chided as he landed a blow to Anthony's side. "When you're opponent is stronger, use his mass against him; let him come to you."
"Aye." Anthony nodded as he got back into position.
"Again!" Farrokh exclaimed as the two rods clashed back and forth. Finally, Anthony struck Darji's shin, causing him to pause to groan in pain.
"Are you all right Farrokh?" Anthony asked as his swordplay instructor chuckled.
"Finally, words find way through thick skull." he remarked as Anthony chuckled in return.
"Bloody Hell, I can't wait till we reach Cuba." Donnie remarked as he and Jioke joined the sword players. "The sand, the surf..."
"The pretty girls." Jioke said with a grin.
"Is chasing skirts all ya think about, boyo?" Donnie inquired.
"No more than you, if pretty girl takes you to bed, you say no?" Jioke asked in return. Donne rolled his eyes.
"I'd be a blooming dumb arse to refuse an invitation." Donnie admitted as the men laughed. As the sea went by, Farrokh hummed a tune.
(Farrokh)
I thought I heard the Old Man say: "Leave her, Johnny, leave her."
Tomorrow ye will get your pay, and its time for us to leave her.
(Crew)
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her!
For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow
And it's time for us to leave her.
(Jioke)
Oh, the wind was foul and the sea ran high
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
She shipped it green and none went by and it's time for us to leave her.
(Crew)
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her!
For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow
And it's time for us to leave her.
(Donnie)
I hate to sail on this bloody tub.
"Leave her, Johnny, leave her!"
No rum allowed and not much grub and it's time for us to leave her.
(Crew)
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her!
For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow
And it's time for us to leave her.
(Anthony)
We swear by rote for want of more.
"Leave her, Johnny, leave her!"
But now were through so we'll go on shore and it's time for us to leave her.
(Crew)
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her!
For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow
And it's time for us to leave her.
NEXT TIME, ANTHONY HOPE HAS A CUBAN ADVENTURE. REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.