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The storm is out!

There she is, Tierra del Fuego.

I had a right storm to go with it. If we hold on much longer, we'll have to

leave shore.

I'm the detainer.

Leave the topsail. Aye, Captain.

And the chagallets. Leave the topsail!

Yeah.

Get the carpenter! It's too bad for that pig!

Everything cold and the seas mounting high. We was in the lee of the ship,

otherwise we'd have gone. Only one boat?

Aye, and lucky to get her away.

How many men were lost?

Six of us were picked up out of 32 men.

It's a fearful place, the Horn.

Too fearful for the insurers.

Wouldn't insurers fuck doubling the Horn?

They would, but you wouldn't put your hand in your pocket for the extra cost.

How many men did the longboat hold, Mr. Ben?

About a dozen men.

And you carried only one boat for 32 men?

Aye. Surely provision ought to be made. It's not the owner's business to provide

for every eventuality.

The Ampere was the first ship I ever had command of, sir, and I lost her.

Master's paid to make decisions.

Some right, some wrong.

Nobody tells Beals about himself and the Almighty.

You're not the first captain to lose his ship, and you won't be the last.

If only I had not tried to carry so much canvas.

You might have kept off the shore.

Look, no more is some butch, ma 'am. You were caught in the Cape Horn, and from

that there's no appeal.

It's enough that you're safe, Mr. Baines.

We still have the Charlotte Road.

Aye, now I want her cleared tomorrow for the Isle of Man with a load of bricks

and salt.

You can come back with a cargo of man's muttons.

Here's your papers.

You'll give me command again, sir?

I want a fast passage and a quick profit.

I'll use the money to charter the Star of Bethlehem.

She's a fully rigged ship, open to offers.

I intend to load her with coal for the West Indies and come back with sugar,

rum, molasses and coffee.

How can I thank you, sir?

You don't.

You're the hardest driver, mate, I know.

I want you to stand with me as mate of the Star of Bethlehem.

Now, when you come back with the Charlotte Roads, you can pick your own

hardest, roughest lot that you can find, work them until they drop. I need the

money. Oh?

While you were away, Mr Callan seized control of the Oneida Line steamship

company. Ah.

Bought a stack full of shares through nominees.

And ousted him as chairman. With Fogarty as his right -hand man.

He's got a smart head on his shoulders, that young fellow. And he owes me a fund

of ill will.

Heaven knows why.

Before I sailed on the Pantera, I thought everything was cut and dried.

going to build a thief. He was. And still am.

I floated that company with a nominal capital of £100 ,000. Half paid up, half

on call.

You see, you paid ten shillings for a one -pound share.

Albert, Fraser, Robert and myself, we bought 45 ,000. I've got two, but I'm

bound to lose my money. Then Mr Callan stepped in and secretly bought 48 ,000.

Yes, and became principal shareholder in his own Eden line.

You see, his 48 can outvote my 45, but there still remains another 7 % in the

hands of other shareholders. Now, if I can lay my hands on another 6%, we can

out of Callan, and that Eden line will be ours again.

If... Well, ten shillings for one pound share, that seems like good business.

Not if the unsubscribed capital can be called up by Callan and his head board

directors. It means, Mr. Baines, that we might have to find another 22 ,500

pounds any time Mr. Callan decides.

He has got 22 ,500.

Unless I can lay my hands on another 6%. You see the urgency.

You can rely on me, sir. You'll get your fast voyage if every man aboard has to

eat and sleep aloft. I'll not fail twice.

And the new ship.

A steamer. You will build her.

Well, a building as Albert Fraser's job.

Mind finding the money.

Tall and match, Mr. Fraser.

And sparse to carry a good spread of canvas.

Can't you get her through your wit that she's not designed to carry sail?

And a bowsprit.

Bowsprit?

The engines will drive her into the first head sea she meets, and your gun's

bowsprit will be so much matchwood. No, Cal and Sally must have worth its salts

for considering driving his ship into a head sea.

Under such conditions, he would douse his fires and use his sails to pair off.

And you and Callan should stick to sail and leave steamers to steamship men.

If James were chairman of this company, she'd be built without provision for so

much as a shred of canvas.

But James O 'Neill is not chairman, Mr. Callan is. And the shareholders have

backed Mr. Callan's decision to build her to carry sail.

She'd be unstable.

Too much top hamper.

Let me remind you, Mr. Fraser, that you're bound to carry out the wishes of

shareholders.

Callan's wishes, you mean.

He's terrified that this ship will be built to my specification.

Well, it's enough to terrify any man who ever set foot aboard a ship.

Look at it.

It's ugly, clumsy.

Got as much freeboard as a frying pan.

She'll be stiff, slow in answering the helm. She'll wallow and yaw and the

following seal poop her. With a 3 ,000 horsepower engine to push her along, she

will.

Engine of that size shake the ship to pieces.

Understand me clearly, Fogarty.

This ship?

will be built to my specifications or not at all.

Very well, Mr. Fraser.

I shall convey your views to Mr.

Callan. If there's any trouble, I'll tell him myself.

Now, pay off and stay off!

There's no other way of bringing these rapacious owners to heel.

Hit them in their pockets.

Where it hurts, withdraw your labor.

And starve?

While clod uppers and stragglers sail the ships? The trippin' asses that have

right royal time.

Once you sign articles, you're at the mercy of every snot -nosed master, every

buck -o' -mate whose notion of discipline is to break your head.

You all well know that once you sign articles, you cannot confine.

You cannot even complain without being accused of mutiny.

We have no choice, brothers.

We make our stand here, on the dockside, a strike for liberty and a new charter

for seamen. The owners have long pockets, long memories and the law on

side. My brother, friends.

My brother sailed under the Oneidim flag aboard the Pampero.

And she went down off the horn taking 26 men with her.

26. And my brother was one of them. And what provisions did O 'Needon make, eh?

None.

And who took to the boats, my brother?

No. The master and mate and only four.

And only four.

Cotton will be coming back.

The mills will open.

Work for all. The end of the American war.

And all that means is more profits for the owners and more misery for sailors.

Listen to them.

Listen to them ringing out the bells for the end of Negro slavery and the whip.

But I say, I say, let them look nearer to home.

Big mouth. The last time I listened to you, I was denied work for three months.

You're a dead scum.

Devil!

Yes, that's right.

Well, I need no help from no murdering, no needings.

Why, Father?

As usual.

Couldn't mind his own business.

Look, I saw this poor chap being set upon. Poor chap, indeed.

Joseph is a well -known agitator.

They were giving him no more than he deserved.

Yes, sir.

Still, a man has a right to air an opinion, Sarah.

and it's a man's duty to fit himself for his proper station in life.

Right now, Anne, well, what can we do for you, eh? I've a nice bit of bacon

here. Smoked. Only five pence the pound.

Oh, it'll be on my purse, I'm afraid.

Anne, I'm sure you won't mind my mentioning the matter, but your account

stands at £7 .16 and eight pence evening. Now, come on, Sarah.

Anne is family.

Times are hard.

But the count must be paid.

I'm sorry, Sarah.

I must just ask you to extend our credit a little further. At the moment, we

don't have a penny in the house.

Oh, I do not pretend to understand it.

James owns £20 ,000 worth of Eden shares, and yet you say he can't afford

settle up a few pounds. Sarah, I have explained... Oh, James, it's always good

of you, Robert, my dear. It's perfectly simple.

If James attempts to sell any of his shares, Mr Cullen will snap them up and

effectively own the own Eden line. And in the meantime... In the meantime,

Sarah, Anne has all the credit that she requires.

I ask only one thing in return, Anne. What's that?

That you persuade James not to try to make my fortune, not ever again.

Where the devil is he? I've told you, James, Albert is discussing business

Mr Callan at his warehouse.

Well, I want to see him. I want to see him now.

Albert was right.

We are alike, you and I.

We're like father.

We think only of what we want, and the devil take everyone else.

And what do you want, Elizabeth, eh?

Don't you know?

Seems to me you've got everything that a woman could possibly want.

Fine home, good husband.

A son?

And if you'd not interfered, I'd have married his father.

Interfered? It was I that urged you to marry Daniel Fogarty when I heard you

bearing his child.

Ordered me to marry him.

And I'll not have my life ordered for me anymore by my brother, my husband or

anyone else.

Albert's right.

We are alike.

Why do you want to see Albert?

Well, now that the Americans have finished killing one another, all of

eastern seaboards are open to shipping again.

Well, why the urgency?

Well, we've got to seize our opportunity now while the other owners are fighting

like cat in a sack.

What opportunity?

For trade, girl, for trade.

Look.

Come on, where now?

Come on now, quickly.

Come over those boxes.

The devil is behind you!

Nothing you do for me.

Well,

Daniel, if I am to inherit the Callan shipping line, the sooner I learn

something of its ramifications, the better.

But I can see I shall need to rely upon your judgment in these matters.

You will not refuse me.

Anything in my power, Miss Callan.

Good.

Then perhaps you can explain to me.

But I have a poor head for financial matters.

How it is that my late uncle, a shrewd businessman, seems to show such small

profits from his many ventures.

Well, Mr Callan calculated to make 15 to 20 % profit per voyage, Miss Emma.

Now, with a fleet of 26 ships, that should be enough return for anyone.

But there seems to be so little cash in hand.

Well, it was always Mr Callan's policy to reinvest his profits as quickly as

possible. Money, Miss Emma, is of little use in itself.

It must be made to work.

Those are the company accounts.

Now, it's not my place to reflect upon the size of Mr Callan's private fortune,

but his assets in shipping alone must be in excess of £100 ,000.

And how do I draw upon this money?

For private use.

I would advise against that. That money is working capital. Crews have to be fed

and paid, harbour dues, pilotage, dock fees, fresh stores to be put on board,

vessels in need of overhaul and re -rigging, shore staff to be paid. I

understand.

It seems I am to have the smell.

But not the touch of money.

Perhaps I should look for an equally wealthy suitor.

Well, if you don't take care, fortune hunters will be buzzing around you like

bees around a honeypot.

What you require is a man who will put your own interests above all else. And

where would I find such a paragon?

Well, if you're determined upon seeking someone of similar estate and social

standing as yourself, I can only propose... Oh, my dear Daniel.

No, I only meant to say...

You must not drive me too far, Daniel.

Why, to propose and then immediately to retract.

You were about to retract, were you not? No, I meant... You would not consider

yourself a fortune hunter?

Certainly not.

Then I really must consider where my best interests lie.

What do you think of her? She's a beautiful ship. Ah, and she's better

qualities than Pam Vero.

Come aboard.

Let's have a look at her pictures.

You should have a pleasant voyage.

Ah.

Comfortable enough.

James, about Captain Baines, it looks to be mate. It's a step down for him.

Look, if I sail as master, I don't pay myself.

Won't he feel resentful?

If he does, he can put it to good use.

Make the crew work that much the harder.

But it looks as though you no longer trust him.

Look, I trust Bain, the best demon.

But those West Indian planters, they're sharp.

I intend to extract every ounce of profit from this voyage.

I think you should sail with me.

Of course, James.

But why the sudden change of heart?

Save seven shillings a week on that infernal basement.

Keep a good cheese, Robert.

Very good cheese.

I'll have two pounds of the Lancashire. Oh, and a dozen of your best claret.

You're allowed no such thing, Father. You'll leave the housekeeping entirely

me. Here you are, Robert.

No,

I'm sorry, Mrs. Chesire, but I pay off at a shilling a week, regular.

And then take nine pennies of goods out with you.

And during the week, one of the children comes in and gets another six pennies.

You're getting deeper and deeper into debt, Mrs. Jessop. I'm in work, she pays

off every penny, and well you know it, Mrs. We have bills to meet as well, you

know. Aye, and a regular source of income from the likes of us.

You're at liberty to take your customers elsewhere, Mr. Jessop. Yes, once the

account is settled, no doubt.

Naturally. We are not a benevolent society.

Come on, Ellen.

We'll get no satisfaction here. I didn't come here for satisfaction. I came for

bread for the children.

And you don't help by ranting on to Mrs. O 'Neden.

Please, Mrs. O 'Neden, if you could see your way, just for another week.

Oh, don't beg, woman.

If you don't get work soon, we shall all be beggars. I'll find a ship soon

enough. Look, Mrs. Jessop, as soon as your husband signs articles, you ring

allotment note straight here, then we'll clear the account and start afresh.

O 'Neden shops, O 'Neden ships, and O 'Neden no crackers.

Well, what chance do we have, eh?

Come on, Ella.

We'll manage.

Mr. Jessop. Yes?

The Star of Bethlehem will be signing up for us this afternoon.

Perhaps if I were to have a word with my husband on your behalf.

Another Oneidon.

Well, before I sign on another Oneidon ship, I'd starve.

You mean your wife and children would?

It's the poor sort of man of what's principles before family.

Sanctimonious trap -trap, missus.

Well, who keeps us down, eh?

So they must put family before common justice.

Don't eat him, missus. He'll talk different with regular wages.

I will speak to my husband.

God bless you, missus. I want four topmen, main top and mizzen top.

I want a boatswain, carpenter, sailmaker and land trimmer. No, I don't want

scrimshankers, sea lawyers, deadbeats and barnacles.

I want seamen.

Western Ocean men not flying British sailors.

All right, Jackson, we'll have you.

Not you, not you. Please.

And what's your name? Fletcher Slater. All right, listen.

Now, listen.

Make your mark quickly and go. My compliments to Mr. Catlin.

Tell her I should be delighted to accept her kind invitation. Anybody a

sailmaker or a land trimmer? I remember that. Mr. Baines.

What's the delay, Mr. Baines?

We need a sailmaker and a land trimmer, sir. This is the only one available, and

he's a troublemaker.

Jessop, isn't it? Well, you've had some trouble before, haven't you, Mr. Baines?

Yes, but I'd rather... We've waited enough time, if it is.

I've got an appointment at your house.

All right. All right.

Oh, McCullough, may I present Mr. James O 'Neill and Mr.

Albert Fraser.

So kind of you to call at such short notice, Mr. O 'Neill.

I'm delighted to make your acquaintance, Mr. Fraser.

That is true, Miss Callan.

Then my pleasure in your company is more than doubled.

I have asked you gentlemen here in the hope that we may come to an amicable

agreement.

My uncle's son's timely death. Ah, you have our commiserations, Miss Callan.

Thank you, Mr. Bray. Miss Callan, your note suggested that a conversation

between us might be to our mutual benefit.

I am afraid my poor uncle left his affairs in some disorder, Mr. O 'Neill.

However... Mr. Fogarty, who is my advisor in these matters, has drawn my

attention to the fact that I now appear to be a principal shareholder in your

company, gentlemen.

You are referring to the Aneedan Lion Steamship Company Limited.

That is so.

How many shares do you hold, Fogarty?

Ten.

That's a poor reward for such a devoted service, wouldn't you say? I would

dispose of them if I were you. Why?

Because if your financial advisor has his way, I doubt that any of her shares

will be worth the paper they're written on.

And you would advise me to sell?

Indeed, I would.

To whom?

We are prepared to buy back your shares at par.

You will buy back my poor, worthless shares at face value?

Why, a rare act of generosity, sir.

One that gives the lie to the rumour that no -one strikes a bargain with

and Eden without having the worth of it.

Miss Callan?

Either we come to an accommodation here and now, or we shall all be the losers.

The issue is quite simple. Either you accept Mr Fraser's design here, or you

don't. Now, if you do, it'll pay you to back us to the Hilton. If you don't,

common prudence should advise you to withdraw.

The value of your shares will be paid in full.

By whom?

Are you doubting me credit, Fogarty? You spoke of an accommodation, Mr O 'Neill.

What had you in mind?

Well, you inherited from Mr Callan a 40 % holding in the company.

My partners and myself, we hold 45%. Now, with the death of your uncle,

the company now lacks a chairman. And with all due respect, Miss Callan, the

likelihood of a woman being elected to that office is very slim indeed.

Mr Fogarty has agreed to accept nomination on my behalf.

Ah.

You'll be throwing good money after bad.

Fogarty is chairman. Miss Steamship will never get off the stock.

Oh, it will, but with certain design modifications. Never.

Approved by the shareholders.

With three masts, a full suit of sails and a raised superstructure, she'll

provide accommodation for 71st class passengers.

You'd turn her into a passenger ship?

Aye, and make her pay.

The Golden Nugget was designed as a cargo ship and cargo she shall carry.

You know as well as I do, Mr Fraser, she'll never show a profit on cargo

This one will.

Mr. Fogarty knows well enough where the profit lies, Miss Callan, in cargo

ships. Cargo ships that can run to a timetable.

After that, just a simple matter of keeping them.

Mr. Fogarty has my full confidence, Mr. O 'Neill.

Well, of course, if you want to throw away another £24 ,000 of your money on

furtherance of this man's career, you're up there.

A good day for you, Mr.

Fogarty.

I agree with your assessment of Mr. O 'Neill's character.

He is a man of purpose.

Mr. Fraser, why, he's quite the pretty little man.

Aye, and married to a pretty little wife.

And a three -year -old son, I believe.

burning a hole in my pocket for many a long day indeed

marry

me

Emma

would have preferred a prettier proposal.

Here, Daniel.

What an unromantic fellow you are.

Oh, look, Callan's a greedy little miss. She wants a breadfooter on both sides.

You do realise that if she marries Fogarty, he will be Callan and company?

A situation to be avoided.

Indeed. It's a thorn in our sides as it is.

Fogarty's a man of jealous disposition and evil tempered. Now, as I read Miss

Callan, she's not averse to little flirtation.

It should be simple to cause a little rift between them.

You mean that I should?

James. Albert seems quite his old self again. He's been such a gloomy gus these

days. He spends night after night working on plans for that confounded

nugget. Well, it's quite understandable. His whole life's wrapped up in that

ship. To the exclusion of all else.

You must learn to encourage, not carve, Elizabeth.

Sometimes I think I married the wrong man, Elizabeth.

Well, after all, Daniel Fogarty is the father of my child.

Look, there she is, the Star of Bethlehem. Isn't she beautiful?

Raise those halyards.

Gentry there.

Lively now, lively.

We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors.

We'll rant and we'll rave across the Gulf Sea.

Till we strike soundings in the channel of old England. From Washington to

Dilley, it's turkey for me.

Let every man here drink up his full comfort. Let every man here.

Drink up his full bowl and let us be jolly and draw melancholy. Drink a

to each jovial and true -hearted soul.

We're right.

Have you nearly finished, Albert?

Almost.

I'm so hungry.

Fogarty now has the impudence to keep me waiting in my own office.

Now, Albert, the exercise of restraint is the best way to deal with a man of Mr

Fogarty's temperament.

Mrs Fraser?

Mr. Fraser.

Your servant, ma 'am.

I can spare you but a moment, Mr. Fogarty.

My wife is rather fatigued. We're about to make our way home.

I trust you've carried out your instructions following our last

Instructions, sir.

I am but an officer of the company, as are you, Mr. Fraser.

It is our duty to acquiesce to the directives of the board.

I do not require you, sir.

To instruct me upon my duty.

Three masts, guards and sails.

I trust you've explained to your fellow directors, Mr. Fogarty, that this will

alter the stability of the ship.

Then you must make the necessary corrections, Mr. Fraser, as you are the

designer. That'll take time, Mr. Fogarty.

You see, I must first draw up fresh specifications showing the precise

of the ship's hull at every foot of immersion.

And that cannot be accomplished in five minutes.

I suggest you start work immediately.

In this office, Mr Fogarty, I decide the work schedules.

Good night to you.

I, um... I've not yet had the privilege of making Miss Callan's acquaintance, Mr

Fogarty. Perhaps you and she would care to dine with us one evening?

Thank you, Mrs. Fraser. I shall convey your kind invitation to Miss Callan.

Good night.

I will not permit that man to set foot in my house.

And thereby bray your problems from the housetop.

We must learn to use dial, my love.

Dial.

To what end?

To build your steamship, my precious.

I'll soon have him singing a different tune, sir.

Oh, son!

Rouse him up there!

It's not right.

You just can't call a chairholder's meeting, not at such short notice.

It is necessary. A company can no more operate without a chairman than a ship

without a rudder. Just go now. Please sit down, Robert. You're incommoding the

lady.

I beg your pardon.

But I still maintain that it's taking an unfair...

James is also a principal shareholder.

And to call a meeting in his absence, well, it's a matter of sharp practice.

Your brother's interests are in safe hands. Albert Fraser holds his proxy

Now, Miss Callan has done me the honour of putting forward my name as nominee

for chairman.

If, however, you and Mr Fraser wish to oppose me, you're quite free to do so.

But we would prefer to be assured of your support.

You ought to find a member and have a seat on the board.

I'm sure the rest of the shareholders will support Mr Pockety. But your 5 %

would clinch the matter.

And secure your position on the board as a sinecure.

A sinecure that would last no longer than it takes James to set foot ashore.

thank you.

Miss Callan, you are offering me nothing more than I already possess. I have a

seat on the board.

And what value is it?

A small director's fee and a fine... founding title. The value of your favour

would not go unrecognised.

Miss Callan is generously prepared to make over to you 100 shares of Callan's

stock.

Miss Callan's generosity is only outmatched by a business acumen. No

I see these shares today are quoted at 170 shillings.

I think I would have preferred a long -term investment, say, 2

,000 or need in line.

I think you overrate your value, Robert. And I think you underestimate Albert

Fraser's opposition. Albert will give you a close run for your money.

You prefer a need in line share to mine?

Why, that certainly indicates commendable faith in Mr Fogarty's

chairman. Without my proxy votes, Miss Callum, Mr Fogarty won't be chairman.

I think 1 ,000 in Eden Line shares should be a sound enough investment for

both.

On the other hand, 1 ,500 is only a drop in the bucket compared

to your 48 ,000.

Then we're agreed.

1 ,500 or needy lion's shares in exchange for your proxies.

Congratulations, Mr. Chairman.

When I shipped aboard the Ariel under Captain Delano, we were on the China tea

run, but we fed full and plenty.

We had as an entitlement a pound and a half of beef per man every other day,

in between days, a pound and a quarter of good pork.

And in addition, on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays,

A half pound of flour and a quarter pint of peas.

Always did feed well, them China boats.

They had to, because they worked here like dogs.

Yeah, we work like dogs here and feed off the slops.

Can't expect cabin fare in the forecastle, can you? Well, why not?

I'll be better than any officer that was ever born a woman, eh?

I've known worse.

There's worse, no doubt about that. There are plenty worse.

I saw three men carried ashore from a challenger ship in Liverpool.

Malnutrition, they called it.

I just called it plain starvation.

I was poisoned with bad flesh meat.

I've yet to see an officer carry the short dying of hunger.

No use bellyaching.

Once we've signed articles, we've got to take what we're given.

Not for much longer.

With a union.

That's right, with a union.

No man stands alone.

You try telling that to Mr Baines.

He'll soon teach you different.

Aye, with belaying pin soap and a saltwater shroud.

Like my brother.

That's all the reward he got on the Pampero.

Another curse you don't need in ship.

Union means combining together.

If you combine on board ship, they call it mutiny and put you up in front of a

magistrate. That's why we combine ashore.

We hit the owners where it hurts most.

In their pockets.

They've got longer linings to their pockets than us. Aye, they'd starve us

Oh, not us.

We're used to going hungry.

But the owners are not.

They can't afford to have their ships tied up. They want their profits.

Well, we're starving of their profits.

And then we'll see who gives in first.

Watch below.

Turn around and turn too.

What does he want now?

A bit of midnight debt scrubbing.

Jessup!

Jessup!

Are you deaf, Jessup?

I signed articles as a sailmaker, sir.

The sailmaker does not stay and watch and watch.

Disobey the lawful command.

I stay on custom and practice, sir.

Custom and practice?

Oh, we've got a sea lawyer here.

Well, I understand a bit of sea law myself.

Let's see now. You signed on as sailmaker and lamp trimmer, eh?

Well, trim the lamps, gentlemen.

I tend to every lamp just before sunset, sir. Well, then you attend to them

again and again.

I want every lap about the ship, send the bottom below deck.

Safety of the ship, sir.

There's an article of sea law for you to chew over.

Aye, aye, sir.

Safety of the ship, sir.

If Albert's steam launch should run for its money at this rate.

Mr Baines, is that really enough or not?

Mr Baines is very conscious of having your eye continually on him, James.

Good.

The poor mate isn't aware of his captain's presence.

He seems to be behaving in an unduly harsh manner.

Well, having lost one ship, no doubt he's not very anxious to lose another.

I've heard this crew jumping around. I could have told you.

Exactly. Captain Baines is learning the art of command.

What is it?

Is building Albert's steamship so important to you, James?

Yes, it is.

You're sure you're not putting too high a price on it?

I formed that company.

I intend to regain control of it. You cared nothing for steamships once. Now

you'll risk everything to build one.

Very little to risk, but everything to gain.

If Albert's steamship can do half of what he claims, it'll be worth the

struggle. Worth the suffering of a tired crew.

Afraid to look over their shoulders for fear of Mr Bain.

Ah, you can't take into account every little hardship, not where progress is

concerned.

Here, did you realise how many Irish labourers died building the railways?

Thousands.

I thought I was beginning to understand you, James.

But I never took you for a man who'd risk men's lives to satisfy his purpose.

Anne, stop trying to be my conscience.

Here, trust me.

If you don't...

Oh, this is Vanessa?

What's your heading there? Hold her steady.

I can't hold her, sir. The wind's shifting.

Stand by to come about.

All hands to where, sir?

Nobly now, just wait.

So it's hard to weather the...

What are you doing?

Keeping a journal.

Are you blaming Mr. Baines for poor Popey's death?

No.

Who then?

Well, Baines drives us.

But who drives Baines?

And I have carried out diligent inquiries and satisfied myself that no

attaches to the deck officer, Mr. Baines. I

should have remembered those two over the side.

I'd say, too, if the ship comes before all other considerations, I'd have done

exactly the same as you.

If he hadn't made full speed when the wind changed, we'd have founded on them

rocks.

Hope lost his life because he wasn't holding on.

All right, Baines.

That deck's yours.

Aye, aye, sir.

Diligent inquiries, Jane?

I was there.

I saw it happen.

I'm satisfied.

I doubt the crew think the same.

Crew are not paid to hold opinions.

Any man that goes to sea takes his own life in his hands.

Or your hands.

Only one man.

Can't give orders aboard a ship.

The rest must obey.

There's an end to it.