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HAIL OBLIVION is a surreal pirate adventure that unfurls across the globe and across centuries. From the Golden Age of Piracy (1717), where Major Stede Bonnet deserts his estate and family for a boat and crew, to the Golden Age of Hollywood (1943), where swashbuckling matinee idol Errol Flynn is arrested and exonerated in a very public statutory rape case, to the Golden Age of Venture Capitalism (present day), where a young advertising executive attempts to sell a luxury cruise in light of a recent Somali-Pirate hostage crisis. This propulsive fantasia is driven by a wild roller coaster of a score that carries us through these worlds with sea-shanties, jazz, rock, and beyond. An outlandish and provocative new piece of music theater, HAIL OBLIVION takes a hard look at our cultural infatuation with piracy, exposing the toxic heart of a hedonist fantasy drenched in violence, greed, and the relentless pursuit of individual freedom.

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released April 9, 2017

HAIL OBLIVION: A Pirate Fantasia was recorded in a concert performance at JACK on October 12th, 2015.

recorded and mixed by Jeremy Mage
mastered by Slade Templeton
artwork by Matt Sherman

featuring:
Rick Burkhardt as Bonnet
Bryce Pinkham as Flynn
Ato Blankson-Wood as Brisport
Amber Gray + Eliza Poehlman + Nicole Weiss as the Sirens
Alex Birnie as the Interviewer
Dan Safer as Blackbeard
Julian Fleisher as the Judge/Boss
Jabari Brisport + Brian DeCaluwe + Joshua Hinck + Elias Spector-Zabusky as the Crew
Leo Slattery as Stede Bonnet Jr.

with:
Beau Edmonson (Guitar), John Murchison (Bass), Blake Allen (Violin/Viola), Katrina Yaukey (Accordion), Dennis Sullivan (Percussion)

and:
Andrew Butler, Ben Beckley, Merlin Whitehawk, Joshua Isaacs, Joie Bauer, Clayton Howe, Brooks Brantley, Joshua William Gelb

FOLLOW ME was mixed and recorded in 2009 by Owen O’Malley
with Alexandra Bernard, Beth Kirkpatrick, and Eliza Poehlman as Sirens, and Emma Leinhass (violin), Catherine O’Malley (bass), Christopher Clark (percussion), and Andrew Butler (guitar)

special thanks to:
Dan Rider, Priska Wenger, Kate Shelton, Hannah Johnson-Walsh, Mike Bauer, Dustin Fontaine, Andrew Broaddus, Titus Gandy, Leah Goldstein, Johannes Heger, Ian Lassiter, Jenni Lawton, Charley Layton, Chris Nolan, Omar Perez, Owen O’Malley, Dorian Shorts, Ricardo Perez-Gonzalez, Catherine O’Malley, Alexandra Bernard, Beth Kirkpatrick, Emma Leinhaas, Christopher Clark, Dave McGee, Judd Hardy, Justin Nestor, Jaime Carillo, Evan Jay Newman, Raphael Sacks, Dan Reckart, Geoff Murphy, Adam Laupus, Shawn Shafner, Doug Paulson, Tomi Tsunoda, Marisa Michelson, Alyse Alan-Louis, & Chasten Harmon

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HAIL OBLIVION is the latest work by Gelb and Johnstone, whose music theater projects include Tully (In No Particular Order), last seen at NYMF, and the rock musical Sometimes in Prague, which was featured in American Theater Magazine as part of the Polyphone Festival, after previous development at the Tank, Joe's Pub, and the New Ohio Ice Factory. ... more

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Track Name: Drifting in the Hand of Fortune
Lyrics:

BONNET:
No stars tonight.
The sky is black
The ocean is black
We might be flying through the air.

“When I get better, Father,
Will you take me to sea?
Father?”

CREW:
I long for the day
When my ship leaves
The harbor.

BONNET:
When you get better…

BONNET & CREW:
We speed ahead and we’re pushed like a sliver of ecstasy.

BONNET:
Drifting in the hand of fortune, my son.
Strictly in the hand of fortune, my son.
Sweetly in the hand of fortune, we’re finally
Free!

BONNET & CREW:
The shore so far behind us!
Not even God can find us!
With a way-hay finally free
A way-hay finally free!
Track Name: The Ballad of Bonnet
Lyrics:

SIRENS:
Listen to this tale, little boys,
I’ll tell you what the sea knows,
Of this man, the Gentleman Pirate
And the way that fate goes.
Major Bonnet was a man of letters and upstanding reputation.
He let his yearning for the sea usurp his good education.
Oh…
Yo ho-ho, yo ho-ho, yo ho-ho, oh…

BONNET:
Have I never told you of Edward Teach? — who just last week scuttled a sloop of forty men for a hundred barrels of wine? — At the harbor they call him Blackbeard — they say he carries six flint-locks on his chest, and when he goes into battle, he ties lit fuses to his locks, as he bears down upon his enemies like a fury from hell! — Are you cold? You’re shivering.

THE DOCTOR:
First shivering fits
Then fever violent,
A loss of strength
And spirit silent.
Dejection of mind,
Insatiable thirst —
He’s vomiting bile,
The boy is cursed.

MARY ALLAMBY BONNET:
Dear Bonnet, my husband
Your duty to this house and to this family’s no formality.

We are lighting candles through the night.
Don’t leap past hope unto bereavement
Show the strength befits a father
Command he trust the physic’s treatment.

BONNET:
...it’s on New Providence where Blackbeard keeps his loot in a secret hideaway guarded by buccaneer sentries. A pirate utopia — Have I told you about the pirates in Madagascar?

SIRENS:
Yo ho-ho, yo ho-ho, yo ho-ho, oh…

THE DOCTOR:
Attended with pains
From foot to head
A fearful prognostic,
His eyes are red —
A redness becoming
Quite yellow in tone
Until the patient
Is cold as stone.

MARY ALLAMBY:
We’re lighting candles through the night.
But all you do is tell him stories.
Fever’s worsening, still you weave
Your frivolous tales of pirate glories.

BONNET:
We’ll get a boat, you and I — I know just the one.

THE SIRENS:
Major Bonnet dreamed of adventure
Fast and fierce the pirate’s life.

MEN:
Yo ho-ho, yo ho-ho, yo ho-ho, oh…

BONNET:
We’ll call the boat The Liberty and lift anchor on Bridgetown. Take any ship in our path. Like Blackbeard but better… When you get better — Can you hear them? If you listen close - you can hear the sailors on the night watch, singing to stay awake. It’s a lullaby, lad. They’re singing you to sleep.

THE DOCTOR:
Not so close, please, to the mattress.
Bleeding the patient is common practice.
Without this or some treatment much like it
The patient dies within three days.

MARY ALLAMBY:
Dear Bonnet, my husband
Your duty to this house and to this family’s not some fantasy!
Track Name: Whenever I Dream / Interview
Lyrics:

BONNET/SIRENS:
Whenever I dream I dream of the ocean
Whenever I dream I know I’ll be free
I long for the day when my ship leaves the harbor
And when it does a pirate I’ll be

INTERVIEWER:
We were talking about your latest picture, Errol…

FLYNN:
It’s called The Gentleman Pirate. Naturally, I play the Gentleman himself, Major Stede Bonnet, quite marvelously, of course.

INTERVIEWER:
Well you’re known best throughout the world as a swashbuckling lover, Errol; is this Major Bonnet as much the ladies’ man as Captain Blood?

FLYNN:
Not quite, actually. The man’s more of a pirate Don Quixote, you could say — wealthy merchant from Barbados, went barking pirate mad after the death of his first born son; he bought himself a ship and crew and deserted his family for the thrill of the deep.

INTERVIEWER:
This seems like something of a departure for a matinee idol like yourself.

FLYNN:
Bonnet may have started a gentleman, but he didn’t end that way. The great Blackbeard’s a character also, and the two get up to all sorts of mischief. It’s no secret to say the movie ends happily but in real life Bonnet was caught and hanged.
Track Name: Bonnet on Trial
Lyrics:

JUDGES:
Major Stede Bonnet,
You stand here convicted upon two acts of piracy,
Those crimes you have committed, inherently evil and contrary
To the light and law of nature
As well as the law and will of God.

You being a gentleman
Who has had the advantage of a liberal education,
I believed it would be needless to explain to you
The nature of repentance and faith in christ,
But considering the course of your actions,
I’ve reason to fear that the doctrines of religion that once were instilled in you
Have at least been corrupted
If not entirely defaced,
For what time you allowed for study
Was squandered on secular fribble
Instead of a serious search
For the light and law of nature
As well as the law and will of God.

Major Stede Bonnet
The sentence that the law hath appointed to pass upon you for your offenses
And which this court doth therefore award: Is that you,
The said Stede Bonnet,
Shall go from hence to the Place from whence you came
And thence to the Place of Execution —
Where you shall be hanged by the neck till you are dead.

And the God of infinite Mercy be merciful to your Soul.
Track Name: Well I did buy a boat
Lyrics:

INTERVIEWER:
Well, of all the swaggering heroes of Hollywoodland, Errol Flynn’s life has certainly been as adventurous as any of the characters he’s portrayed, so naturally I was interested to learn that you’d been looking for a yacht.

FLYNN:
Well I did buy a boat. Seventy Five foot catch, which I’ve named after that old schooner of mine, the Sirocco. And I’m planning a trip too. But it’ll be the Caribbean this time.

INTERVIEWER:
And when are you leaving, Errol?

FLYNN:
As soon as this picture’s finished. Sometime in March.

INTERVIEWER:
That is if the trial comes out in your favor, you mean.
Track Name: How the Sea Rages Inside Me
Lyrics:

FLYNN:
Item: two alimony checks paid monthly to two thinly disguised succubae.
Item: Ever the more frequent black eyes doled out on the back lot.
Item: Questionable associations with the National Socialist German Worker’s Party --
Item: Three counts of statutory rape.

How the sea rages inside me
How the sea rages…  
How the sea rages inside me
How the sea rages…

Late night, ’43
Interior, Scene: My Mulholland study
Radio turned to hula drums
Ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, ya-ya ya-yum

SIRENS:
Ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, ya-ya ya-yum!

FLYNN:
Two plainclothes dicks
Close-up on Flynn
“Don’t mean to disturb you
But can we come in?”
Ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, ya-ya ya-ya

SIRENS:
Ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, ya-ya ya-ya!

FLYNN:
“Accusations from Juvie
Her name’s Peggy Satterlee.”

THE SIRENS:
Peggy Satterlee...

FLYNN:
“Cute piece with a smile
Got picked up for vagrancy.”

MEN:
Boom, ba-boom, ba-boom...

FLYNN:
“Might be nothing…
Might be something…”

FLYNN, INTERVIEWER, & SIRENS:
“She said she can describe you.
She said she got undressed.
She said you kept your shoes on.
But took off all the rest!”

SIRENS:
Woo!
A boom, boom-boom, boom-boom,

INTERVIEWER/MEN:
Darling, look out the porthole...

FLYNN:
How the sea rages inside me…

INTERVIEWER/MEN:
And see that glorious moon…

INTERVIEWER:
Mr. Flynn?

SIRENS:
Ya-ya, ya-ya

INTERVIEWER:
You’re under contract to answer my questions. This was the bargain you made with the studio.

FLYNN:
...No comment.

INTERVIEWER:
Then perhaps you’d comment on the recent indictment —

FLYNN:
How the sea rages inside me!
How the sea rages!
Gotta get, gotta get, gotta get outta here —
Maybe if I’m lucky,
I’ll go down hundred feet some day and not come up.
Track Name: Follow Me (The Sirens' Song)
Lyrics:

SIRENS:
Follow me...
Follow me...

Follow me, I am Neptune’s heart
Follow me to oblivion
You mortal man in your oceanic reverie
I’ll wash your cares away
Let me wash your cares away, lover.

Follow me, I’m the oracle of death
Follow me to oblivion
You mortal man who would master the unconquerable sea
I’ll wash your cares away
Let me wash your cares away, lover.

I’ve seen all things
Which have come before
I’ve seen all things
Which have yet to be
You’ll find all you desire if you
Follow me
Follow me to oblivion
You mortal, mortal man

I’ll wash your cares away
Let me wash your cares away
Death comes sweetly
Death comes softly
Wash your cares away
Let me wash your cares away
Oh, sweetly
Oh, softly
Wash your cares away
Let me wash your cares away
Oh, sweetly
Oh, softly
Follow me
Track Name: Wash Your Cares Away
Lyrics:

BRISPORT:
It opens on the water, and an old ship broken up by the storm. A survivor, like a pirate, grizzled and half dead of thirst, drifting closer and closer toward the sound of the siren song — You remember the sirens? Odysseus tying himself to the mainmast, to hear a song so beautiful sailors become possessed hearing it… become obsessed, infatuated… can’t help but steer their boats onto the rocks simply to find the source of this music. And he sees them. Our Errol Flynn lost at sea. He sees these three beautiful women looking down upon him from the railing of the The New Seaborn Adventure Cruise! — The sirens were daughters of the river god Achelous. They called him the prince of the silver swirling, and his name, in a language more ancient than Greek itself, begged it’s listeners to “wash their cares away”. Wash your cares away. I don’t know. Sounds like a siren song to me.

THE BOSS:
Wash your cares away…

MR. BRISPORT:
Whet your appetite… Taste the thrill… Escape to a land beyond land. Join us on the Great Pirate Adventure. Four star seafood dining, night club for adult entertainment, casino, fitness center, tropical themed indoor spa, rock wall, pool on deck --

THAT GUY:
With a water slide in the shape of a sea monster.

BRISPORT:
With a water-slide in the shape of a sea-monster! Indulge yourself. Indulge your family. Give in to temptation. Join the adventure.

GALLEY SLAVES:
Wash your cares away…
Let me wash your cares away…
Oh, sweetly…
Oh, softly…
Track Name: Cat-Gut Scraper
Lyrics:

CATGUT SCRAPER:
Oh, a lowly catgut scraper am I
Affixed to my fiddle diddle fiddle ‘til I die
Hell’s bells in the mud
And buckets of blood
There are fates much worse than mine

First to fall was the younker lad
Dropped from the top sail cannon clad
Where once he was both flesh and bones
Now he’s having tea with Davey Jones

Was it blunderbus or thundergun
Blasted the brain of the old boatswain?
He splattered ‘round the starboard deck
His face erased, his pecker erect

Oh, the butcher’s bill climbed mighty high
Since we sang that battle rattle battle bum cry
Hell’s bells in the mud
And buckets of blood
There are fates much worse than mine...

Cacafueco burnin’ right through ya
Catch a whiff o’ grapeshot, that’ll undo ya
Splat on the snotter’s smoldering hide
Drown in the juice of your own insides

Oh, a lowly catgut scraper am I
Affixed to my fiddle diddle fiddle ‘til I die
Hell’s bells in the mud
And buckets of blood
There are fates much worse than mine
Track Name: Flynn Adrift
FLYNN:
There are days,
Days at sea,
When you can laze along under full sail,
Lazy days and nights.
Your thoughts seem to gain a different dimension.

THE INTERVIEWER:
What is your dream of happiness, Mr. Flynn?

FLYNN:
A quiet spot —
A quiet spot on the Jamaica seashore
Gazing at the ocean...

THE INTERVIEWER:
This is Errol Flynn adrift in the Atlantic
On what remains of his yachting vessel, the Sirocco.
Is this what you’d call a dehydration induced hallucination?

FLYNN:
The storm drove us off course. No radio. No —

THE INTERVIEWER:
Where —  where —  just where do you think you are?

FLYNN:
The wind ripped the sail to pieces
With a sound like a powerful gun.
How it howled through the rigging!
You had to crawl or fight your way forward or aft,
And the waves became mountainous

THE INTERVIEWER:
Tell me about your latest movie, Mr. Flynn.
Mr. Flynn —

FLYNN:
The Gentleman Pirate?
That’s been postponed indefinitely…

SIRENS:
Ya-ya, ya-ya

THE INTERVIEWER:
Because you’re on trial for statutory rape?

FLYNN:
The studio thought it wouldn’t be good for publicity,
After the exoneration…
I’m innocent.

THE INTERVIEW:
They said —

FLYNN:
— They said I’m innocent.

THE INTERVIEW:
And. Are. You?

FLYNN:
I am Errol Flynn!

THE INTERVIEW:
This is Errol Flynn in an exclusive interview
Brought to you by Warner Bros.’ recently shelved drama:
The Gentleman Pirate!
What is your dream of happiness, Mr. Flynn?

FLYNN:
I’m on the deck — on the deck of the Sirocco
With a verdict of not guilty,
And a summer out at sea
For a little freedom
From all the
Gossip mongers,
Studio publicists,
Bloody gators on the Sepic river!
Track Name: Brisport Gets Fired
Lyrics:

THE BOSS:
I appreciate your coming in, Brisport. Do sit down.
Brisport, as I’m sure you’re aware,
This isn’t working out between us.
And we at Seabourn Cruises will have to
Let you go...

BRISPORT:
What?

HIS BOSS:
We value you immensely, Brisport. But the board has requested that we
Eliminate all employees responsible the pirate spot.
This catastrophe has been devastating not only to the company’s image but also —

BRISPORT:
Hold on, you can’t really blame me for what’s occurring halfway around the world, can you?

HIS BOSS:
Mr. Brisport!

BRISPORT:
I mean — yes — I contributed an idea, but the commercial was a success! The problem —

HIS BOSS:
It was a terrible coincidence
And one that will have a lasting impact on the company’s image.

BRISPORT:
No one could have foreseen the ship would be attacked by real, fucking pirates!

HIS BOSS:
Please, calm down!
Mr. Brisport.

BRISPORT:
I don’t fucking believe this.

HIS BOSS:
We value you immensely, Brisport. But the board has requested that we
Eliminate all employees responsible the pirate spot.

HIS BOSS:
We want to help make this transition as easy as possible, and we’ll do our best in supporting whatever next job you get, if you need a reference (etc)…

BRISPORT:
I don’t believe this.

HIS BOSS:
We just need you to collect your things and we’ll take care of the rest.

BRISPORT:
You forgot your —

MEN:
Go, go, go, go, go…
Go, go, go, go, go…
Go, go, go, go, go…
Track Name: Landlubber
Lyrics:

CAESAR & THE CREW:
Poor land lubber cut his legs
Go on, go on lubber
At a tavern binged with limey dregs
Go on, lubber, go
All the seamen laughed, you lubber flea
Go on, go on lubber
You’re not a man ‘till you been to sea.
Go on, lubber, go

BONNET
Know that by these presents,
Major Stede Bonnet
Of Bridgetown does make constitute and approve my dear wife,
Mary Allamby Bonnet
True and lawful Attorney for myself,
Granting unto her full power to do
And perform all she sees necessary to be
Done in and about the Bridgetown estate
As fully as I might if personally present.

CAESAR & THE CREW:
So poor land lubber laid his fear
Go on, go on lubber
‘n shipped out proud a buccaneer
Go on, lubber, go
But the pirates laughed, you lubber shrew
Go on, go on lubber
Sweet trade is ours but not for you
Go on, lubber, go

BONNET
In witness whereof I have hereunto set my hand and seal
This fifth day of August,
In the year of one thousand seven hundred and seventeen.

CAESAR & THE CREW:
So overboard they threw him lee
Go on, go on lubber
Where he sank with the fishes at bottom o’ the sea
Go on, lubber, go
Track Name: BMW Baby
Lyrics:

MEN:
Go, go, go, go, go…

BRISPORT:
Reverse out the driveway
Boss’s BMW baby!
Ride me,
Roll me,
So fast we disappear…
Rearview mirror holds
All who’ll never know this feeling…
Bleed me,
Burn me,
Take me far from here.

No tomorrow, no transgression,
Sweeter than this new obsession.
Loving how wind is stinging,
Like the sound of sirens singing.

Oh…
Feel my heart, it’s hotter than the sun
Oh…
Can you taste the ocean on my tongue?

Now fly down the highway,
Boss’s BMW baby!
Hold me,
Enfold me,
Keep our secret tight…
Save the day so easy
Just like Flynn who came before me.
Break me,
Remake me,
Before we say goodnight.

No design, no destination,
Engine purring liberation.
Speeding from a life that’s duller,
Shifting gears to technicolor.

Oh…
Feel my heart it’s hotter than the sun
Oh…
Can you taste the ocean on my tongue?
Track Name: Spanish Ship Approaching
Lyrics:

FROM THE CROW’S NEST:
Ahoy! Ahoy!
Ship on the port side!

QUARTERMASTER:
What colors, sailor?

FROM THE CROW’S NEST:
Spanish, sir. A prize in the offing!

QUARTERMASTER:
Captain, off the port, a Spanish Man o’War
What’s your order?
What’s your order, Captain?
Ahoy, Captain!

BONNET:
Guns ready. Take her!
We’ll take her!

QUARTERMASTER:
She’s twenty, maybe thirty guns.
We’re only six.
You think the odds are with us, Captain?

BONNET:
I say...
I say...
We’ll take her by surprise and on to Nassau for supplies
Guns ready!

QUARTERMASTER:
You think the odds are with us, Captain?

BONNET:
I say...
I say...
Fire at will!

QUARTERMASTER:
Clear the deck and stations
Fire a broadside, men of the Revenge!
Track Name: Whenever I Dream Reprise
Lyrics:

BONNET & STEDE JR:
Whenever I dream I dream of the ocean,
Whenever I dream I know I’ll be free.
I long for the day when my ship leaves the harbor
And when it does a pirate I’ll be.
Track Name: Mary Allamby Bonnet
Lyrics:

MARY ALLAMBY BONNET:
Dear Bonnet,
My husband,
Your duty to this house and to the King
Have not been altogether pardoned since you left us
Since you left.
You daughters often wonder
Where did father go?
They wonder why their father left,
And your father’s farm has suffered from neglect.
In Barbados I wait upon the widow’s watch
Bereft of husband,
Bereft of son.
The widow’s watch is long for those whose husbands stay at sea
Pace the rooftop, pace the rooftop
Waiting patient for mariners that left so long ago.
Mr. Bonnet, dear husband
Please come home…
Please come home…
Please come home…
Track Name: Blackbeard
Lyrics:

BONNET:
Who are you? Are you death?

BLACKBEARD:
I am Christ... deformed

BONNET:
Your eyes burn…

BLACKBEARD:
Dull by contrast to the fuses I light by them

BONNET:
Your beard

BLACKBEARD:
Black as my name

BONNET:
I know you
Track Name: You Don't Know Fuck, Old Man
BLACKBEARD:
You don’t know fuck, old man.
Takin’ on a thirty gunner man o’ war with his cutlass.
You don’t know fuck, old man.
What are you, drunk with continuando?
Who made you fuckin’ captain anyhow?
You don’t know fuck, old man.
Cavalier casualty breeds nothing but mutiny.
Well, look at you Rosewater Big-Wig,
Look at you, land-locked gentleman,
Major Stede Bonnet
You don’t know fuck, old man
I ought to blow that pissant skull
From here to Goddamned Kingdom Come.

BONNET:
On the islands they call you Blackbeard.
The most feared pirates roaming.

BLACKBEARD:
You don’t know fuck, old man
Lucky I saved your sorry ass.

CAESAR:
Haul! Haul! Half-seas over!

CREW:
Haul! Haul! Haul, boys, haul!

CAESAR:
Haul! Haul! Half-seas over!

CREW;
Haul! Haul! Haul, boys, haul!
Track Name: Brisport at the Bar
Lyrics:

BRISPORT:
Tequila keeps me up all night
I think I’ll have another.
Hey brother, do you mind, the channel —
Change the channel to the news.
There’s pirates loose in Africa
And kids taken hostage on a
Seabourn luxury cruise.

Ransom on the table
Casualties at best.
Saying international waters, they’re like the wild, wild west.
With RPGS and submachines—
With peg-legs and covert marines
Surrounding—
Someone’s cell is ringing, brother...

Fuckin’ pirates, took a pirate cruiseship!
Your phone is ringing —
Room’s gone spinning hazy —
Has the world gone crazy?

They’ve got the right idea those S’mali pirate dipshits!
Be Pirates!
Do whatever the hell we want to do!
The phone — will someone —
Shit — it’s mine.
I’m sorry. My bad, sorry.
Turn it off!
And barman, please,
Another round for me and all my friends!
Hell’s bells in the mud
And buckets of blood...
With a way-hay finally free!
Track Name: Brisport's Ex Wife
Lyrics:

BRISPORT’S EX-WIFE:
It’s been, it’s been,
It’s been a couple weeks since we spoke.
I know, I know
I’m trying — don’t you tell me I’m not trying — things are —
Complicated now.

I told, I told, I told
Her she’s not going and she sort of freaked —
She freaked and I don’t know just what to say to her —  
I tell her that her dad has gotten really busy,
He’s just gotten really busy
And I know, I know, I know, I know,
You work your ass off
And I’m grateful, sure, but like, I mean,
You owe it to her.
Sure, I know you’re busy
But you owe it to your daughter.
Yes, you owe it to her; she’s your daughter too.

Yes, yes, yes
The check was late —  
But no, but no, I’m not complaining.
I’ve sort of got a lead about a gig next week,
We’ll see how things go.
I miss you too.
I know. I know. I know that’s sort of cruel.
You can hate me all you like, but she’s your daughter too.

She deserves to see her father,
Not just Terry who’s been great
But — I don’t, I don’t mean to bring up Terry —  
Sorry, baby — shouldn’t call you baby —
It’s just weird. And you seem distant —
And I know, I know, I know, I know,
But she’s your daughter too.
Track Name: Flynn on Trial
Lyrics:

INTERVIEWER:
What —
What —
What is your dream of happiness, Mr. Flynn?

FLYNN:
There are days
Days at sea...
When you can laze
Along under full sail.

THE INTERVIEWER:
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FLYNN:
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I need some more rum
De Havilland’s a harlot
And Barrymore’s a bum
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And now back to your regularly scheduled programming.
Peggy, tell me, who was it that kissed you that night?

PEGGY:
Mr. Flynn.

INTERVIEWER:
And this was at a party on his yacht, the Sirocco?

PEGGY:
That’s right.

FLYNN & INTERVIEWER:
The sort of party with a fishbowl filled with gin.

PEGGY:
It was late, so I went to my stateroom.

INTERVIEWER:
What happened then?

PEGGY:
There was a knock on the door. Mr. Flynn walked in and I said it was not very nice for a gentleman to be in a girl’s bedroom, especially if she was in bed.

FLYNN & INTERVIEWER:
You thief, you pirate. I hate you and despise you!

PEGGY:
He said, “If you let me get in bed with you, I won’t bother you. I just want to talk.”

INTERVIEWER:
And then?

PEGGY:
I told him I didn’t want him in my bed. I told him I wanted to go out on deck and look at the moon and he said, “Darling, look out the porthole.”

INTERVIEWER:
This is Errol Flynn in an exclusive interview
live at the Hollywood Fish Bowl
With the greatest hit of the 1940’s croon:
“Darling, Look Out the Porthole
And See That Glorious Moon”

THE SIRENS:
Darling, loot out the porthole
And see that glorious moon
Darling, look out the porthole
And see that glorious moon —

INTERVIEWER:
And then what happened?

PEGGY:
He started to undress me, and then he took off his clothes…

INTERVIEWER:
And then —

PEGGY:
All but his shoes.

INTERVIEWER:
And then? And then? And then? And then?
This is Errol Flynn on the brink of a verdict
And folks it doesn’t look good.

FLYNN:
Statutory rape as it is now
Defined is an improvement
On an older law designed To protect infant girls From degenerates.
It doesn’t matter if you had no way of knowing That she was under eighteen, or if
She actually told you she  
Was over the so-called
Age-of consent

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FLYNN:
So broadly interpreted, it
could even mean that a
powerful under the Age of eighteen could
Knock a man down
Sit on his chest
Put a knife to his jugular
And demand if he didn’t
Take her she’d slit his throat
He could still be thrown in jail For doing just as ordered!

MEN:
Go, go, go, go, go…

FLYNN:
Good or bad, whatever the outcome
Guilty or not, guilty or not
I’ll get the hell out,
I’ll leave the States for good
Or bad, I’ll get the hell out of here
Like Flynn
Like hell
You like me or not,
You like me —
You fucking love me!
Love me!

THE INTERVIEWER:
This is Errol Flynn on the brink of a verdict!
This is Errol Flynn.

FLYNN:
Good or bad, whatever the outcome
Guilty or not, guilty or not
I’ll get the hell out,
I’ll leave the States for good
Or bad, I’ll get the hell out of here
To Mexico
Jamaica
To sea…
Track Name: Bonnet's Aria (Part I)
Lyrics:

BONNET:
Boy, oh my boy-o, I’ve built you a boat
But the water is rough and I fear she won’t float
Tell we tales of the pirates who once went to sea...

THE INTERVIEWER:
Errol, what does that mean — the name of your yacht, The Sirocco — what does that mean?

FLYNN:
The Sirocco
Legend has it
Is the wind that drives men mad…

BONNET:
A sailor when he’s fallen here
Is laid upon a hammock bier,
All sewn up from head to toe
A cannon ball assures the drop below.
So many seamen fall a’victim to the havoc,
Now descend unto a watery grave
Adrift inside their hammock.
Watching nightly sailors sleeping
I prefer to not unmask it,
More the morbid bodes the reaping
Dreaming cozy in their casket —

Boy, oh my boy-o, I’ve built you a boat
But the water is rough and I fear she won’t float.
Tell we tales of the pirates who once went to sea.
Tell we tales of the brigands, the rogues, and the cutthroats,
And me.
Track Name: Blackbeard's Pardon
Lyrics:

CAESAR:
Gangway —

BONNET:
A cargo of tea precisely what this ships has needed.
A fit plunder —

BLACKBEAD:
A profitable one at any rate.

CAESAR:
Captain. A letter’s come with it.

BONNET:
What is it?

BLACKBEARD:
So, this is how they fight us now.
A letter from his majesty the King.
No more gun-ships -- cat-mousing with the admiralty…
Just a parchment proclamation’s gonna tempt us all into normalcy
A Royal Act of Grace!
Fuck us all.

BONNET:
The King’s offered you a pardon?

BLACKBEARD:
All of us.

BONNET:
If it offends you, why not destroy it?

BLACKBEARD:
Shut up, old man.
Unfettered pardon’s nothing to piss on.
Georgie-Porgie-shit-in-his-eye says we ain’t gotta hang.
We could go home.
Take it all back.
You, me, Caesar, all of us.
Cursed if Blackbeard’s gonna be stuck a pirate till he’s as old as you.
Worse, forced to dance the hempen jig on some gallows

I choose life, Bonnet.

You don’t know fuck old man.
Wave my prick at the reaper any chance, course…
But forced to choose, I choose life.

BONNET:
You, Captain, a landsman?
You couldn’t bear a single day without blowing your own skull wide open from the sheer boredom.

BLACKBEARD:
There’s a snuff sucking governor in Carolina...
Politico so fat and greasy you can lick the bullshit from his seeping corrupted pores hypocritical. Fuck. With a pardon, an ex-pirate could get along just fine with that sort of company — I could get a letter of marquee, go a-privateering...

BONNET:
You can’t be serious.

BLACKBEARD:
Disappointed now? What do you expect, Captain Major Bonnet? — Go home. Back to that life so boring. It suits you.

BONNET:
Graciously, no thank you.

BLACKBEARD:
I’ve no use for an old fool. Caesar, post this to mainmast and tell the crew their Captain Blackbeard is takin’ his Majesty up on his generous offer. As for you. Take your pardon: Live. Stay here: I won’t be the one to kill you, but there’s no way you’ll make it from here to winter a breathing man.
Track Name: Bonnet's Aria (Part II)
Lyrics:

BONNET
Tales I told the boy ashore
Of pirates naked smeared in gore,
Skiffs a’rowed beside the foe
And swamped until there’s nowhere else to go.
What manner courage would surrender to this pardon?
Defy this royal act of grace,
My son cries down from heaven’s garden
Bloody dreams the child cherished,
Bloodied fiends below the prow,
No recourse, but fight or perish,
Seize her, lads, there’s no way out now!

Boy, oh my boy-o, I’ve built you a boat
But the water is rough and I fear she won’t float.
Tell we tales of the pirates who once went to sea,
Tell we tales of the brigands, the rogues, and the cutthroats,
The scourges and scalawags, barbary devils
And me.

BONNET & STEDE JR:
Whenever I dream I dream of the ocean
Whenever I dream I know I’ll be free
I long for the day when my ship leaves the harbor
And when it does...
And when it does...
And when it does...

The apparition slips into darkness.
Bonnet is left alone on deck.

BONNET:
Boy, oh my boy-o, I’ve built you a boat
But the water is rough and I fear she won’t float.
Tell we tales of the pirates who once went to sea,
Tell we tales of the brigands, the rogues, and the cutthroats,
The scourges and scalawags, the barbary devils,
The ravenous, miscreant,
Privateer parasites,
Cozening Drunkards,
And racketeer damned,
The bilge-rats,
The piss-pots,
The plundering cowards,
And me!
Track Name: Save a Kiss for Me, Angelina
Lyrics:

SAILOR:
‘Twas a maid called Angelina
Fairest beauty far and near
My true love was Angelina
So I sing for her to hear

Save a kiss for me, Angelina
Save a kiss and happy I will be
For I am yearning for ya darling
Save a kiss, one kiss for me

Angelina’s heart was broken
When I left to sail the sea
Said she’d love me for forever
I said, here’s my only plea:

Chorus…

Now she’s found another sweetheart
Love for me did fade away
He’s a lucky, lucky bastard
And in vain I humbly pray

Chorus…

Now I think on Angelina
With a tremblin’ in my heart
Wandrin’ eyes have bested true love
And we’ll always be apart

Save a kiss for me, Angelina
Save a kiss and happy I will be
For I am yearning for ya darling
Save a kiss, one kiss for me...
Track Name: The Tea Party
Lyrics:

FLYNN:
Sugar and cream?

BONNET:
Lemon, Mr. Flynn, thank you.

BRISPORT:
Mr. Flynn is a movie star and Mr. Bonnet is a landowner from Barbados. Mr. Bonnet likes lemon in his tea and Mr. Flynn a jigger of Man Friday Caribbean Rum.

FLYNN:
As they say on the islands, boys: Hail Oblivion.

BRISPORT:
My daughter throws tea parties for her imaginary friends.

BONNET:
My father and I took tea every afternoon.

BRISPORT:
At least that’s what her mother tells me.

MR. BONNET:
He told me — he owned a sugar plantation — he told me: Son, these pirates are terrorizing the trade routes. And I told him: Father, when I grow up I want to be pirate.

THE ENGLISH ADMIRALTY:
A proclamation. Whereas we have received information from
The governor, that one Major Stede Bonnet,
Commander of the ship called Revenge
And former consort to Blackbeard, Edward Teach,
Has acted as a common pirate and robber upon the high seas.

BONNET / FLYNN / BRISPORT:
Whenever I dream, I dream of the ocean…

THE ENGLISH ADMIRALTY:
Having in the waters of Virginia taken five merchant ships,
A schooner bound for Boston,
And a 60 ton sloop en route from Philadelphia to Bridgetown.

BONNET / FLYNN / BRISPORT:
Whenever I dream, I know I’ll be free…

THE ENGLISH ADMIRALTY:
We have therefore thought fit to issue this proclamation,
Hereby commanding all his Majesty’s Admirals,
Captains, and other officers at sea
To seize and take the said Major Stede Bonnet,
And such who are with him,
And cause them to be punished as pirates upon the high seas.

FLYNN:
The movie ends happily but in real life Major Stede Bonnet was caught and hanged.

BRISPORT:
I’ve never seen this movie.

FLYNN:
It was never finished — I was —  

BONNET:
Tea is what separates us —

FLYNN:
— Preoccupied.

BONNET:
— From the savages

BRISPORT:
I’m going to leave. Get outta this town! —
Track Name: The Capture
Lyrics:

BRISPORT:
I don’t have a job, I barely have a family.

FLYNN:
The movie has a handsome Hollywood rake but in real life Major Stede Bonnet was just a madman with a death-wish.

BONNET:
I think of escape. I think of the wind kicking up, filling my sails.

FLYNN:
Call my boat the Sirocco.

BONNET:
We’ll call it the Liberty.

FLYNN:
You called it The Revenge.

THE SIRENS:
Follow me, I am Neptune’s heart
Follow me to oblivion...

THE DOCTOR:
His eyes are red, he’s vomiting bile
The boy is dead.

ALL:
Hail! Hail!

JUDGE:
Major Stede Bonnet!

THE ENGLISH ADMIRALTY
I’ve got an armed force of trained marines
Prepared, by forced to seize the cruise ship,
Snipers too, if necessary.
If you don’t surrender now
If you don’t surrender —  surrender —

FROM THE CROW’S NEST:
Ahoy! Ahoy!
Ship on the port side!

CAESAR:
What colors, sailor?

LOOKOUT:
English, sir, English!

SIRENS:
Hail Oblivion, Hail!

CAESAR:
Captain, off the port, two English schooners
What’s your orders, Captain?
What’s your orders, Captain Bonnet?

ALL:
Hail oblivion! Hail oblivion!
Hail, hail, hail oblivion!

CAESAR:
Captain, off the port, two English schooners
What’re your orders, Captain?
What’re your orders, Captain Bonnet?

BONNET/FLYNN/BRISPORT:
Is she merchant man or man o’ war?

CAESAR:
It’s likely both are here to claim the bounty on your name.

BONNET/FLYNN/BRISPORT:
Guns ready, Caesar, take them.
We’ll take them.

CAESAR:
You think the odds are with us, Captain Bonnet?

BONNET/FLYNN/BRISPORT
Whenever I dream, I dream of the ocean
Whenever I dream, I know I’ll be free.
Track Name: Come
Lyrics:

THE SIRENS:
Come let me hold you…
Come let oblivion enfold you…
Come let me crush you…
Come let the water gentle hush you…