All language subtitles for Outlander - 3x09 - The Doldrums.WEB.CONVOY.en

- Previously...
- Daddy!

Daddy, who is that woman?

- Daddy?
- Sassenach witch!

- Laoghaire?
- He's my husband now.

What does Laoghaire want?

She may be amenable
to alimony.

Where do you intend
to get the money to pay her?

There's a box...

full of ancient coins
on Selkie Island.

Can't swim anywhere...
not until that arm's healed.

- I can swim that.
- I'm just not sure

if we belong together anymore.

How can you say that?

It's been so much harder
than I could ever have imagined.

You belong with me.
We're mated for life, Sassenach.

Jamie...

- Uh, where's Ian?
- Ian!

Go back!

Ian!

It's all arranged, then.

You'll act as supercargo
in charge of the freight.

Master Raines is glad
not to have the responsibility.

- She's not much, but...
- She'll do.

Oh, the weather
is beginning to turn.

Even a brig of this size
will be bobbin' like a cork.

Uh... but at least you'll have
a physician at hand

when ye begin retching
yer innards.

I'll manage.

All that matters now
is Young Ian.

Yes.

Well, the harbor master
had record

of only one
three-masted frigate

sailing under
a Portuguese flag:

the Bruja.
Her home port is Jamaica.

And she was riding very low
in the water.

Hold musta been laden.

Then they would most likely
be on their way home.

Dinna fash,
a healthy male can be sold

for upward of 30 pounds
in Jamaica.

As long as he doesn't
make trouble,

Ian will be fine.

West Indies
is our best chance, then.

Thank ye, Jared.
Ye've been a great help.

Bon voyage.
God be with you...

and the lad.

'Twas ill luck to use
the money

to pay Laoghaire
so I could be wi' you.

Maybe I'm being punished
for wanting too much.

Jamie, no god worth his salt

would take your nephew
away from you

just because you wanted
to be happy.

Will we be?

Happy?

I meant what I said.

You belong wi' me.

If ye truly want to go back,

I'll take ye
to the stones myself.

Most important thing
right now

is that we find Young Ian.

Captain, uh, Raines
wants to cast off.

If we don't,
we'll no catch the tide.

Maybe we should leave
tomorrow on a fresh tide.

"Fresh tide"?

They're all the same,
ye numbskull.

- He's full of nerves.
- Aye, it's no "nerves."

Twice I've been on a ship...

once when they took me
from Scotland

as an indentured slave,
another when I returned home.

If it wasna for Mac Dubh,
I would no be setting foot

on that bucket of shite.

Well,
if it's any consolation,

I'm not one
for sea voyages either.

But we're very glad
of your help.

- Has Willoughby arrived?
- Aye, he's on deck now.

Then inform Captain Raines

that we have
sufficient crew aboard.

- Just waiting on Fergus.
- The wee frog's already

on board, Mac Dubh.
Fergus and...

And the baggage
from...

Lallybroch.

The lad's brought ye
some clothes and supplies.

Let's go.

Since Jenny and Ian
think we're still headed

- to France, then...
- They'll not yet be worried.

I've sent them a letter
explaining everything.

Try and look at the horizon.

Might help alleviate nausea.

I haven't noticed my stomach
yet, Sassenach.

Watching Scotland fall away
is causing pain enough.

I won't set foot
on our shores again

wi'out Young Ian.

We will find him.

Aye.

If this fair wind holds,

we should gain on the Bruja.

Good day.

Morning, sir.

- Let's get settled in.
- Aye.

You, uh, should touch
the horseshoe, Sassenach.

It's bad luck not to.

Well, if it'll make you happy.

Day to you.

And you!

- Am I invisible?
- Ah...

You know, women are bad luck
on ships, Sassenach.

Redheads, too.

- So, you're bad luck?
- Aye.

That's why they address me first
before I speak to them.

'Tis the only way
to avoid misfortune.

How has Scotland survived
all these centuries?

It's not just the Scots,
Sassenach.

The English, Spanish, Dutch...

all have
seafaring superstitions.

Dinna want to be caught
wi a banana

on a French frigate.

- Milord.
- Fergus.

Marsali?

What the hell
are ye doing here?

Fergus and I are married.

What in the name
of holy God d'ye mean?

Ye hardly know each other.

We've been courting
since last August,

and we were handfast
this morning.

- Handfast?
- Ah, a custom...

it allows two people
to be married if they...

clasp hands
in front of witnesses

and declare themselves wed,
but...

not if...

- Have you bedded her?
- Not yet, Milord.

Ah...

Then it's not yet binding.

Captain!

We need to make for shore.

If there's anything you need,
we'll be putting in at St. Ives

for final provisions.

Then Marsali will
disembark there.

I'll send someone
to see her home.

This voyage is too dangerous
for the lass.

You're taking her.

Claire is no concern of yours.

You left my mother
for this English whore,

making her a laughingstock,
and ye say it's no my concern?

The hellish nerve ye ha',

telling me what I shall do.

Marsali, chérie,
you must not

speak about
Milady in such a way.

- Does your mother ken?
- I sent her a letter.

Then she'll have me killed.
I am sending you home.

I'll tell everyone
Fergus has already bedded me.

He hasn't,
but I'll say it anyway.

So, you see,

I shall either
be married or ruined.

Fine.

You can sail to Jamaica.

Then I am taking you home.

Uh, but Fergus doesna touch ye.

We have two cabins.
Fergus'll be wi' me.

Marsali will be wi' Claire.

- What?
- What?

Let's go inside.
You're going to be sick.

I... I feel fine.

No, you don't.

We've been apart
for 20 years,

and you want me to room
with her?

Marsali is under my care now,
like it or not.

I am obliged to protect
her virtue.

Mine as well,
it would seem.

Now I am gonna be sick.

Can't possibly
be comfortable there.

You should try a hammock.

Oh... swinging's
no helpful.

Here.

What in God's name
are ye forcing me to drink?

Ginger tea.

Oh...

Can't believe Fergus lied
to me about Marsali.

Courting... since August.

Well...
I don't think

they've thought through
what it means

to spend a lifetime together.

Neither did we,
when we were first married.

That's because
our marriage was arranged.

What is that?

The happy couple brought
some of

our things from Lallybroch.

"Our things"?

These are my clothes
from when we were in Paris.

Well, you kept them!

- Why didn't you sell them, or...
- Sell them?

Memories of you?

Never.

Ah, that green cloak
that Marsali was wearing...

I knew I recognized it
from somewhere.

Uh, couldna sell
yer garments, but...

after I thought I'd never see
you again, it

Seemed all right
if Marsali made use of them.

Hope you dinna mind.

No.

Now, has she altered them all?

Not all.

Here.

Have some more tea.

With hope,
it'll be calmer tomorrow.

I'll be dead by then.

See to it I'm buried
at Lallybroch.

Mistress Claire,
ye're needed.

We were above,
near the main-mast.

One of the lines snapped

and the deadeye hit him
in the head.

- What is your name?
- Manzetti.

And do you know where you are?

On a ship?

Well, where are you going?

The West Indies.
Same as you, no?

I don't think you have
a concussion.

What?

The cut's not deep.

But you'll likely have a scar
and a nasty headache.

I have some peppermint oil
that will help with that.

How did this happen?

I-I don't know.

The main topsail sheet
was suddenly upon me.

Did you not touch
the horseshoe?

I did, Mr. Warren.
We all did.

Well, someone didn't.

A mishap as such while still
in sight of land's an ill omen.

You know it as well as I.

Accidents do happen,
Mister Warren.

I'm sure you believe that,
madam,

but when you've been at sea
as long as we have...

Well, "There are more things
in heaven and earth, Horatio..."

"...than are dreamt of
in your philosophy."

Shakespeare was a very wise man.

Indeed.

Madam, I wonder if you
and your husband would care

to dine with me this evening.

Well, of course.

Though, I think my husband might
find the idea of food

a little off-putting
at the moment.

Thank you.

All right...

Ye hardly know her.

You didn't know Milady
long at all

- before you were married.
- That was different.

We were forced to marry.

Milord, you forget.

I know your story.

If you were forced
to marry Milady,

then I am forced to breathe.

My heart,
it is forced to beat.

You yourself have told me
you wanted her more than life

from the moment you saw her.

You didn't need time.

Nor do I.

I thought
you'd be happy for me...

at least, I hoped as much.

Once you'd overcome
your surprise.

Then why'd you lie to me
all this time?

The same reason you didn't
tell Milady about Laoghaire...

I was a coward.

Did you lie to Marsali too?

Marsali and I
do not have secrets.

She kens about your past,
does she?

That I grew up in a brothel?
Yes.

And that I was a pickpocket.

And what about
all yer other lassies?

- No, but...
- In spring, it was Aileen.

And in summer, it was, uh...

- Rhona?
- Rhona.

Uh, and then you bedded
Cairstine, and then...

I understand, Milord.

But I have not lain
with Marsali...

or with any other woman
since we began our courtship.

I've waited.
Does that not mean something?

Not if you can't be honest
with her.

I'm sorry your husband is
too unwell to join us.

But it's me you wanted
at your table, wasn't it?

I questioned your authority
in regards to the horseshoe.

I merely wish to help you,
Mistress Fraser...

to understand the rigors of sea
and gain the crew's respect

as ship's surgeon, eh?

You must put yourself
in their shoes.

After all, on this ship,
your very presence is ill luck.

- So my husband has informed me.
- By rights,

you and Mistress MacKimmie
should,

at this moment,
be bare-breasted.

I'm sorry?

A woman's bare breasts
calm an angry sea.

But fear not.
The figurehead at the bow...

she bares her breasts
for you

and prevents us from
being subject to any curses.

Well, how kind of her.

The horseshoe
is more complicated.

There's no substitute.

Surely you don't believe
by touching a piece of iron

you'll bring us better luck.

I've sailed on many ships,
madam, and on each one,

the sailors have
their superstitions.

Anything that provides them
with a sense of assurance is,

in my view, to be encouraged.

The disadvantage being...

that men can also lose faith

when the portents signify
disaster.

Even then,

I would rather have them
make their luck

than give up all hope.

It matters not
whether I believe

touching a piece of iron

will bring good luck...
the men believe it.

And they believe
someone has not.

Believing something
doesn't make it real.

On this ship, it does.

"There is nothing either
good or bad,

but thinking makes it so."

How long will you continue
this farce?

I must allow time
for...

my wife's tea to do its work.

This... retching.

It can eat your stomach,

tear your muscles, and...

your testicles,
they can get twisted.

Most painful.

The only cure is removal.

But if you want to wait,
that is your choice.

That one's bigger.

Ye won't bump your head
when ye get up.

Marsali, you don't have to try
and get in my good graces

just so I'll put in a good word
with Jamie.

It's really none of my business.

So, ye drop out
of the clear blue sky,

sticking yer nose
where it doesn't belong,

ruining my family,

and now ye're minding
yer own business?

Well.

Daddy may think
you're a wise woman,

but I still think
ye're a whore.

Right, well...

the whore should have the bigger
bed then, shouldn't she?

Mm.

Mm.

Verra pleasant day,
is it not, Sassenach?

Yes, it is.

Well, you're certainly
feeling better.

Fergus told me everything.

I'm no so naive to think
he hasna been wi' lassies.

And now, we only want
to be wi' each other.

We're hoping you will
bless our union.

Perhaps you should
give them a chance.

I'm trying to help you.

If you let them continue
their infatuation,

it might just fizzle out.

I don't know what
a "fizzle" is, but...

I ken your meaning well enough.

And "fizzle out"
is what I'm afraid of.

I'm sorry.
I cannae allow it.

What is that?

It is, uh...
a poem.

Is that more poetry?

No.

I've been scribing the story
of my life in China,

so that it...
will not be forgotten.

A story told is...

a life lived.

Would you tell it to me?

Not yet.

Once I tell it,
I have to let it go.

The days started
blending together.

For me, this meant
tending to minor injuries...

and making medicines.

Being on the ship at sea,
with endless horizons,

appealed to me...

It reminded me
of a simpler time.

♪ I took
the lobster home ♪

♪ I couldn't find a dish

♪ So it was put in the pot

♪ Where the mistress
has a piss ♪

♪ Singing aye-tiddly aye

♪ Aye-diddly do

♪ Aye-tiddly aye,
tiddly aye ♪

♪ Tiddly do

♪ Early the next morning

♪ The old woman arose

♪ She leapt
around the room ♪

♪ With a lobster on her cunt

♪ Singing aye-tiddly aye

♪ Aye-tiddly do

♪ Aye-tiddly aye,
tiddly aye ♪

♪ Tiddly oh

♪ "Husband, husband,"
she cried out to me ♪

Jamie, you should hear the...

Ah... ah.

Claire.

My, uh, apology.

He did not want to,
but, uh, I insisted.

Didn't want to what?

Uh, zam gau...

uh, for the vomiting.

- Acupuncture.
- It is my fault.

- I should never have...
- It's all right, Willoughby.

You can go.

So, this is what's cured
your seasickness.

And not the tea
that I've been making

twice a day for three weeks?

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want
to hurt yer feelings.

You'd honestly think that

I'd want you to suffer
to save my pride?

We aren't on
the most stable ground,

are we, Sassenach?

I didna want ye to see it
as more proof

ye dinna belong here.

Jamie...

My return has been...

confusing and... and frustrating.

But it's never been a question
of whether I love you.

Ah.

- I should've told you outright.
- Mm.

You look like a pincushion.

Ah, I feel like
a damn pincushion,

but I haven't vomited for weeks.

What is it?

We're not moving.

Can't explain it, Captain.
We're on course.

Captain.

What's wrong?
Why aren't we moving?

We've lost the wind,
Mr. Fraser.

What have you in your face?

It is Chinese treatment for,
uh, seasickness... very healthy.

Is it common to...

lose the wind
in these latitudes?

No, it's bad luck.

Someone's brought this on us
by their neglect.

It's a bit unusual
for the season, but...

there's no cause for concern.

I say it's the Chinaman.

It's not him.

Saw the Chinee
touch the horseshoe.

Well, why don't we all
just line up

and touch the horseshoe now?

And that way, we can make sure
that everyone

has complied with the rules
of the ship.

Aye, good idea.

Too late for that.

Must be done at the beginning
of a voyage.

Fear not.

The wind will return.

We must endeavor
to be ready when it does.

Is it really
just you and me?

Hm.

You and me.

And the man in the moon.

Hm.

You know...

before I left Boston,

men had just flown to the moon.

Hm.

I wonder
what it looks like...

up there.

I saw pictures.

Photographs.

Ah.

It was rocky and barren,
and...

Was no life at all.

It was beautiful.

And you can see the craters
from here.

- The dark spots.
- Aye.

Ah, that's his face.

Seems close enough
you could speak to him.

"Goodnight moon.

"Goodnight cow
jumping over the moon.

"Goodnight light...

and the red balloon."

It's from a book
I used to read Brianna

- when she was little.
- Mm.

She could recite the whole thing

before she could even read.

She used to say it
to her favorite toy bunny.

She loved rabbits.

You miss her.

Terribly.

The days
turned into weeks

and the wind did not return.

We were becalmed in the middle
of a vast ocean,

hundreds of miles
from the nearest shore.

Even
the most experienced sailors

were growing anxious

and beginning
to fear the worst.

Damn, blazing Hades!
Filth-eating son of a pig fart.

Water's gone bad...

every one afoul and stinking.

Bilge water's got into it.

Don't!

It will be filled
with disease.

Christ.

Salvage what you can.
The top row may be unspoiled.

Boil the rest.

And go to half rations
for every man.

And pray for rain.

I have another suggestion.

We find the Jonah
who's brought us ill luck

and we throw him overboard.

Aye.

Aye.

Five unspoiled barrels.

Won't be enough.

Losing the wind happens,
o' course.

We can wait for it to return.

But not without water or ale.

So, who should we blame?

The bilge water
spoiled the barrels.

It's no one's fault.

Said nothing of fault,
madam.

I asked who we should blame.

We've been weeks without wind.

What's your meaning, sir?

The men are calling
for a Jonah.

The men want to
throw someone overboard?

And you're going to let them.

I may not be able
to stop them.

- Well, that's insanity.
- I've only so much

at my disposal to keep order.

This is not
a Royal Navy vessel, madam.

I cannot flog the men
if they disregard my authority.

They must believe

that I am doing all I can
on their behalf,

or we shall have a mutiny.

You will not be throwing
any of my men overboard...

Captain.

I saw the frog's lassie
touch the horseshoe.

As did I.

The frog did as well.

I saw all those
accompanying the supercargo

touch it too... save one.

- Jonah.
- Leave us be.

You need no worry...

it's your friend
who should be afeared.

I'm no worried.

I'll no fear the likes
of you.

You're not long
for this world, Jonah.

I dinnae think I touched it.

Jump, you stupid,
dog-faced Scot!

- Over the side with him.
- Rid us of this curse!

Leave me be,
you bastards!

- Jump!
- Prepare to meet your maker!

Go on! Jump!

He's clear up there,
Mac Dubh.

Get back!

Jump! Jump! Jump!

If I'm gonna die,
I'll be doing it by my own hand.

He's drunk.

Crew marked him
as the Jonah.

They say he didna touch
the horseshoe,

and he canna remember
if he did or no.

They intend
to throw him overboard.

He scurried up there,
tried to get away from the mob,

but now he's thinking
they might be right.

Christ.

- Hayes!
- Jump!

Ye haven't cursed us, Hayes.

Even so,

we're gonna run out of water
and die!

We won't!

- I promise.
- He's killed us all!

Leave him be!

Have I not always told ye
the truth?

Over the side with him!
Jump, Jonah!

Dinna waste the climb,
Mac Dubh!

- It's you...
- Throw yourself over!

Or all of us.

Jump!

You have to stop this!

I don't
if it staves off a mutiny.

- Jump!
- Jump, Jonah!

You remember Ardsmuir...

it was us against them.

It is the same now.

We'll have you
bouncing off the decks!

Let him jump!

Dinna listen to them.

Listen to me.

- Jump then, jump!
- Throw yourself over!

Let him go!

Hayes.

Just let him go!

Throw him off!

And the whales are
waiting for you, Jonah!

Jonah!

Just jump!

If they wanna throw you
overboard, they'll...

they'll have to throw me first.

- And Lesley.
- Good riddance!

Fergus...
even Willoughby.

Get back.
I have to do it.

Hold on... if ye do jump...

- Just let go!
- Jump! Jump! Jump!

Well...

I would have to go in
after ye, and...

If ye make me do that,
then...

ye ken, my wife will kill
the both of us.

- Hayes, just jump!
- He should join ye!

I'll not let harm befall ye.

Come.

Jump!
- Ye have my word.

There he goes!

Come on!

Jump!

Aye.

I've got you.

Hold on!

Mac Dubh!

Let him jump!

Jump!

To hell with ye!

Good lad, Hayes.

- That's it.
- Throw yourself over!

Jonah!

- Give him to the sea!
- Throw him in!

You will do
no such thing!

He's the Jonah.
Over the side with him!

Jonah.

Jonah!
Jonah!

Jonah! Jonah!
Jonah! Jonah!

There is no Jonah!

Stand aside!

I'll take some of you
with me!

Jonah! Jonah!

Curse you!

Spare us, Chinaman.

I was born Yi Tien Cho...

Keep to yourself,
Chinaman!

In Guangzhou, the City of Rams.

I was found early

to have skill in composition...

to make the images
of my brush

resemble the ideas

that dance like cranes
within my mind.

I became known
as the fung-wong...

a bird of fire.

What's he on about?

My poetry...

came before the eyes
of Wan-Mei,

the emperor's second wife.

She asked that I join
her household in Pekin,

- the Imperial City.
- Mr. Willoughby,

stand down.

Let the man speak...

Captain.

It was a great honor...

my name inscribed
in The Book of Merit.

But there is a condition:

all servants of the royal wives

must be...

eunuchs!

- What's a eunuch?
- I'll tell you later.

It was most dishonorable

to refuse the emperor's gift.

It was...

a death sentence.

And yet...

I had fallen in love.

With...

woman.

The emperor's wife?

Not a woman.

All woman.

Their beauty blooming
like lotus flowers,

the taste of their breasts
like apricots...

the scent of a navel
in the winter,

the warmth of a mound

that fills your hand
like a ripe peach.

I fled...

on the Night of the Lanterns.

As the fireworks shot
from the palace roof,

I left my house

and came to a place where

the golden words
of my poems

are taken as the clucking
of hens,

and my brushstrokes
for their scratchings.

For the love of Woman,
I am come to a place

where no woman is worthy
of love...

to a place where women
are coarse and rank as bears,

creatures of no grace.

And these woman disdain me
as a yellow worm,

so that even the lowest
of whores will not lie with me!

By not...

Surrendering my manhood,

I have lost all else.

Honor...

livelihood...

country.

Sometimes, I think...

"Not worth it."

We have wind!

Man the sheets, lads!

Aloft, topmen!

Lay out and loose
the fore tops'l!

Man halyards and sheets.

Hold the wind!
All of the wind!

Avast those sheets!

Mr. Warren!

Your story... it was...

Well, I've heard worse.

How did you know?

When the seon tin jung
fly high,

it mean the air light...
dry, no rain.

When they fly low, it means...

The air is heavy.

Rain is coming.

Yi Tien Cho.

Thank you.

Ease away the sheets!

Roll up halyard!

- Hurry up.
- Aye.

God, it's so hot in here,
I'm melting.

I'm melting wi' ye.

Shh.
Someone is going to hear us.

Oh, let them.

I like the gray.

Mm.

The way the light hits it.

Like a piece of...
silver moonlight.

Oh, how could I not
love a man

who says such things?
Mm.

If you were to say that
in the 20th century,

you would be
the king of all men.

Mm.

You know, when I thought about
coming back here...

I knew we'd have to
get used to each other again.

No matter what troubles
happen around us, Sassenach...

This...

what it is between us...

never changes.

It doesn't.

Captain.
What is it?

British man-o-war.

Been on our stern
for more than five hours.

An' closing.

- They're firing at us.
- No, signaling.

They want us to heave to.

They mean to board us.
Damn.

You can see from her rigging
they're shorthanded.

They may need men.

Return the salute and heave to.

Aye, Captain.
Return the salute.

Heave tip to windward!

What does he mean,
"need men"?

By law, they can press
any British subjects

into service.

That's over half the crew...
including you.

Aye.

If they do take me,
you must continue on to Jamaica

and find Young Ian.

Right.
You have my word.

I am Captain Thomas Leonard

of His Majesty's ship,
the Porpoise.

- You're the captain?
- Acting captain.

Formerly third lieutenant.

Uh, for the love of God,
have you a surgeon on board?

We suffered an outbreak
of infectious plague...

ship's fever.

I'm the Artemis' surgeon.

And it's imperative you do not
touch anyone while on board.

- You should not have come here.
- I had no choice, madam.

The captain and the two
senior lieutenants died,

as well as the surgeon
and the surgeon's mate.

Of our 400-man crew,
100 have fallen ill

and 80 have departed this earth.

Are you experiencing
any symptoms yourself?

Thankfully, no.

Are you here
to press men, sir?

The last thing I need
is more mouths to feed.

But, if you can provide
any medical assistance...

Yes.

What symptoms are
the men experiencing?

It starts with griping pains
in the belly...

a terrible vomiting.

The afflicted complain of fever.

Do they also have
a rash on their stomachs?

Yes.

And most of them have
the blazing shits.

- I beg your pardon, madam.
- I know what it might be.

But I'll need to examine them
first, to be certain.

Might you come over then?

- Yes, of course.
- No.

Excuse us, gentlemen.

Are ye mad?

Ye can't set foot
on a ship with the plague.

It's typhoid fever.

- You mean typhus?
- No... well,

not what you mean by it, anyway.

It's something
you don't know about yet.

They won't know how to stop it,
but I can show them what to do.

I can't catch it.

I've been inoculated.

Jamie, I have
an obligation to help.

I swore an oath
when I became a doctor.

I've taken an oath
now and then, myself.

And none of them lightly.

There's no talking you
out of this,

is there, Sassenach?

It seems you are both
older and wiser.

Hm.

Well...

I won't take my eyes
off that ship until you return.

All hands are aft!

The sick are down below.

Ma'am.

Will you light over there?

May I look at your stomach?

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

It's called typhoid.

Our surgeon said
it was ship's fever.

Well, it's similar, but
how you contain it is different.

And you know how to do that...
how to contain it?

Yes.
The sick men need to be washed

and laid somewhere
they can breathe fresh air.

And they'll need a liquid diet...
lots of boiled water.

And you'll need to reach land
as quickly as possible.

You're likely to run out
of drinking water.

Most of the sick will die.

A lucky few won't.

The hope is
that you contain the spread.

Need to prepare yourself.

It's going to get a lot worse
before it gets better.

If you want, I'd be willing
to stay for a short while...

to help you organize yourselves.

I shall be eternally grateful

for any assistance
you can render us.

I'll need a... a dozen
of your healthiest crewmen.

Mr. Pound!

You can start with Mr. Pound.

Hello.
I'm Claire Fraser.

Ah, Mistress Fraser
is a surgeon.

She's acting under
my personal authority.

See she gets whatever she needs.

Yes, sir.

The main deck will need
to be cleared

so we can bring
the sick men above.

- Can you see to it?
- Of course, madam.

I will work fast.
Captain Raines will be anxious

to get on his way...
as will my husband.

I shall alert them you will
be a little while longer.

Which way to the galley?

Uh, Mr. Brisker will escort you.

I'll need boiled water,
and lots of it.

I'm in the middle of preparing
the captain's meal.

This is
on the captain's orders.

Why are we moving?

Lay aloft
and set the fall across!

Haul in the special halyard.

Let go clew garnets!

What are you doing?

I am in urgent need
of your services.

Well, turn back... at once!

You said yourself,
we must make haste.

Well, you can't just
kidnap me like this!

truth is, I am desperate.

You may be our only chance.

I must take it.

Both our ships are sailing
to Jamaica.

I've had a message conveyed
to Captain Raines

and promised him that
His Majesty's navy will provide

accommodation for you
until you are able

to rejoin the Artemis.

Let fall!
Get the tack on board.

Haul out the sheet.

Aye, sir!

Madam.

We're ready to move the men.