Scene Seven
(In the Gallery, later that night. COOK serves them all bowls of slop, the dinner they are used to.)
COOK.
(spoken)
Here it is boys, eat it before it rots.
ANDREW.
(spoken)
You look scared, brother!
JOHN.
(spoken)
I expected the food to be... better than this...
COOK.
(spoken)
What's better than THIS?
THE CREW.
(laughs)
ANDREW.
(spoken)
And where would we get these gourmet meals out here?
THE CREW.
(laughs)
JOHN.
(spoken)
We've had a good catch so far.
THE CREW.
(whoa!)
ANDREW.
(spoken)
Ha! We'd be eating our money! Don't worry, you'll get used to it.
COOK
(singing)
We're sorry, noble highness!
SOLOS.
Your forgiveness, we implore!
Though you deserve the finest
We'd eat slop off the floor.
They say beggars can't be choosers
See, we all choose to beg
THE CREW.
On the social ladder, we are all the bottom peg!
We're sorry your highness, how could we forget?
COOK.
The kind of food you're used, well you SHOULD be upset!
THE CREW.
Forgive low'ly sailors
For takin' the piss
You deserve much better than this!
You deserve it, you deserve it!
Though we don't have supplies!
You deserve much better
We apologize!
JOHN.
(spoken)
Alright, alright, I get it. I'm sorry.
CREW.
(spoken)
No, WE'RE sorry!
ANDREW.
(spoken)
Time to get some sleep, we've a big day tomorrow.
(a beat, the Gallery turns into Bunks)
ANDREW
(spoken)
Rise and shine ladies! Hope you slept well.
JOHN
(spoken)
What? Already! I couldn't fall asleep this was so uncomfortable.
SOLOS.
We're sorry, gentle highness!
How could we be so dumb!
We're all so freakin' spineless
Our lower backs are numb
We aren't used to pillows
But when we're on the bunk
THE CREW.
Most of us just fall asleep drunk
JOHN.
(spoken)
Ok, I get it.
SOLOS.
We're sorry your highness, for the way that we live!
With everything that's wrong here, there's tons to forgive!
I once jacked off a pony
I always fucking cuss!
THE CREW.
Ya shouldn't hang around with guys like us
Not with us! Not with us!
Not with these here guys
Not with us!
We apologize!
(a beat)
ANDREW
(spoken)
Pay day, fellas! Good haul!
(Andrew hands out some change, John is clearly disappointed but doesn't say anything... everyone looks to him, he draws a breath)
THE CREW.
We're sorry your highness, your forgiveness we implore!
SOLOS.
You clearly work the hardest, you deserve so much more!
We are who are here
What are we to do?
THE CREW.
It's us who are the problem, not you!
JOHN.
(spoken)
I didn't say anything!
SOLOS.
I'm the problem, I'm a bastard!
I'm the problem, I'm a jew!
I'm the problem, always plastered
I'm the problem, I sniff glue!
I'm the problem, I have to gamble
I'm the problem, wanna bet?
I'm the problem, I fuckin' ramble
I'm the problem, I'm in debt!
THE CREW.
We're sorry your highness, it isn't our fault
Our lives are piss and vinegar we don't need the salt
We're sorry your highness, for causing you woe
But maybe you're more like us than you know!
(spoken)
Here it is boys, eat it before it rots.
ANDREW.
(spoken)
You look scared, brother!
JOHN.
(spoken)
I expected the food to be... better than this...
COOK.
(spoken)
What's better than THIS?
THE CREW.
(laughs)
ANDREW.
(spoken)
And where would we get these gourmet meals out here?
THE CREW.
(laughs)
JOHN.
(spoken)
We've had a good catch so far.
THE CREW.
(whoa!)
ANDREW.
(spoken)
Ha! We'd be eating our money! Don't worry, you'll get used to it.
COOK
(singing)
We're sorry, noble highness!
SOLOS.
Your forgiveness, we implore!
Though you deserve the finest
We'd eat slop off the floor.
They say beggars can't be choosers
See, we all choose to beg
THE CREW.
On the social ladder, we are all the bottom peg!
We're sorry your highness, how could we forget?
COOK.
The kind of food you're used, well you SHOULD be upset!
THE CREW.
Forgive low'ly sailors
For takin' the piss
You deserve much better than this!
You deserve it, you deserve it!
Though we don't have supplies!
You deserve much better
We apologize!
JOHN.
(spoken)
Alright, alright, I get it. I'm sorry.
CREW.
(spoken)
No, WE'RE sorry!
ANDREW.
(spoken)
Time to get some sleep, we've a big day tomorrow.
(a beat, the Gallery turns into Bunks)
ANDREW
(spoken)
Rise and shine ladies! Hope you slept well.
JOHN
(spoken)
What? Already! I couldn't fall asleep this was so uncomfortable.
SOLOS.
We're sorry, gentle highness!
How could we be so dumb!
We're all so freakin' spineless
Our lower backs are numb
We aren't used to pillows
But when we're on the bunk
THE CREW.
Most of us just fall asleep drunk
JOHN.
(spoken)
Ok, I get it.
SOLOS.
We're sorry your highness, for the way that we live!
With everything that's wrong here, there's tons to forgive!
I once jacked off a pony
I always fucking cuss!
THE CREW.
Ya shouldn't hang around with guys like us
Not with us! Not with us!
Not with these here guys
Not with us!
We apologize!
(a beat)
ANDREW
(spoken)
Pay day, fellas! Good haul!
(Andrew hands out some change, John is clearly disappointed but doesn't say anything... everyone looks to him, he draws a breath)
THE CREW.
We're sorry your highness, your forgiveness we implore!
SOLOS.
You clearly work the hardest, you deserve so much more!
We are who are here
What are we to do?
THE CREW.
It's us who are the problem, not you!
JOHN.
(spoken)
I didn't say anything!
SOLOS.
I'm the problem, I'm a bastard!
I'm the problem, I'm a jew!
I'm the problem, always plastered
I'm the problem, I sniff glue!
I'm the problem, I have to gamble
I'm the problem, wanna bet?
I'm the problem, I fuckin' ramble
I'm the problem, I'm in debt!
THE CREW.
We're sorry your highness, it isn't our fault
Our lives are piss and vinegar we don't need the salt
We're sorry your highness, for causing you woe
But maybe you're more like us than you know!
