All language subtitles for Master.and.Commander.2003.720p.BRRip.XviD.AC3-FLAWL3SS.eng-chi

(Man Coughs)

(Men Snoring)

(Ringing)

(Clucking)
Come on. Come on. It's all right.

(Muttering)

Wake up, Will.
(Grunts)

Starboard bow ahoy!

- What is it, Slade?
- Thought I heard something.
Sounded like a bell.

- Native fishermen, perhaps.
- Or a reef marker, sir.

Mr. Calamy, the lead,
if you please!

- Man: By the mark, five fathom!
- Calamy: Five fathom!

- Sand and broken shell.
- Sand and broken shell.

What is it?

Um...

Two points off the starboard bow,
in the fog bank.

- What was it? A sail?
- I don't know what it was.

Should we beat
to quarters?

- I can't be certain.
- You're officer of the watch.

Hollom, you must make
a decision.

We shall beat to quarters!

Rouse up! Rouse up!
Sleepers, awake!

(Shouting, Indistinct)

Move! Move along!
Move along!

- Jump to it, boys! Jump to it!
- Jump to it, men!

(Shouting, Indistinct)

Man: Royal Marines!
(Hammering)

Good morning, sir.
Sighting in heavy fog.

- Handsomely on the yard tackle!
- Topmen aloft!

(Shouting Continues, Indistinct)

Might be a long day now!

Get that cutter
over the side now!

Look lively, there!

- Where away?
- Uh...

Two points off the starboard bow, sir.
Not a mile distant.

- Lively now, I say!
- You sure, Mr. Hollom?

Yes, sir.

- Look alive!
- Man-of-war?

I don't know, sir.

It was only for a moment.
Uh, I thought I saw a shape.

- Did you see it, Mr. Calamy?
- No, sir.

Well, you did the right thing,
Mr. Hollom. Go to your stations.

The deck's yours, Tom.

Sir.

Clear away,
and launch boats!

Get that grate below
and get to your station!

- Quit your dawdling!
- You heard the man!

Lower away!
(Ship's Whistle Blowing)

Haul both
your yard tackles!

Haul both
your yard tackles!

Strike the bell!

(Bell Ringing)

Trice up! Lay out!

Foretopman, let fly!

Now, then, our George,
haul away there.

Down! All hands down!
(All Shouting)

Hands to your stations! Mr. Hollar,
damage report, if you please!

(Shouting Continues)

- Eighteen-pounders.
- At least, sir.

We're going to have to get closer to poke
his eye. Run out the starboard battery.

- Aye, sir.
- Mr. Allen, come up on the wind!

- On the wind, sir?
- Lay me alongside at pistol-shot.

(All Shouting)

- Sharpshooters to the tops, Mr. Howard.
- Aye, sir.

Sergeant, take your section
into the main top!

We stand tall on the quarterdeck, son.
All of us.

- Mr. Boyle, run up the colours.
- Aye, sir.

- Note to the log, Mr. Watt.
- Sir.

- Engaged enemy frigate at six bells.
- Aye, sir.

- Straight at them, Mr. Mowett.
- Straight at them, sir.

Bill!

Leave the bloody swords!
Get the captain's silver below.

She's not in range yet!
Stand fast till she's close enough!

- Close with him amidships!
- Amidships it is, sir!

For God's sake,
don't drop anything!

- Steady!
- Hold your position!

Hold your position!
Courage now!

Hold steady, boys! Hold steady!
(Groaning)

Mister Pullings, sir! Davies, Jemmy,
get Mr. Pullings below!

Aye, sir.

- Mr. Blakeney, pass
the word for the captain.
- Aye!

Clear the forward pin rails!

More sand on the floor!

On the up-roll, fire!

Down!

Relieving-tackles on the tiller!
You men, collect these wounded!

- Keep them spitting, Mr. Calamy.
- Aye, sir.

Reload and give them hell!

(Explosions Continue, Muffled)

Sir! To the taffrail!

Sir! To the taffrail!

The rudder's shot away!
The steering don't answer, sir!

We're fish in a barrel.

Mowett: I want axes! Axes! Cut all away!

Why are we not firing?

Let me through.

(Shouting, Indistinct)

Hold it in there!

He's on the larboard bow, sir.

Hollar: Bring up your small arms!
Up, you fire-eaters!

(Ship's Whistle Blowing)

Prepare to repel boarders!

Seize your weapons
and wait for the word!

Pullings: Your orders, sir?

Call the gun crews to deck. Rig man-ropes
over the stern and pull the boats in.

Put us in that fog, Tom.

Pull like you're pulling
a Frenchman off your mother!
(Men Yelling)

Pull together, men!
Pull for the fog bank!

Run them out!
Run them out!

Fire!

She's opened up a seam! We need
to get some oakum and pound it in.

Joe, a mallet
and some irons!

Pullings: She's gaining on us!

- We're nearly there, boys!
- Pull!

Pull!

- Reach for it!
- Pull for the fog!

- Pull for Lucky Jack!
- We've done it!

(Cheering, Shouting)

Jack: Pipe down! Silence on deck!

- They will not find us in here!
- Silence that man!

Calamy: Quiet, lads! No shouts, no calls.

Calamy: Avast rowing.

(Men Sighing)
Well done, lads.

Two feet, six inches, sir,
and holding.

- Good work, Mr. Lamb.
- Thank you, sir.

So, what's
the butcher's bill?

Nine dead, 27 wounded.

Joe Plaice.

He has a severely depressed
fracture of the skull.

I don't think
he will see out the night.

Lord Blakeney.

Just a broken arm, sir.

Well, you're in
very good hands.

I'm doing everything I can.
I know you were close to his father.

His father would have understood.
He knew the life.

- His mother, however...
- Let me take a look at that brow of yours.

- Oh.
- Hmm?

(Sighs) Damn, he was good.
Just came out of nowhere.

Hit us with a full broadside, cut across
our tail and took out our rudder.

Damn fine gunnery.
Hmm.

We only slipped away because of the fog.
Quite fortunate, really.

He may have had the weather gauge,
but we had the weather gods.

(Groans)

Well, I have no idea precisely
what it is you're talking about...

but he did seem to
come off rather well.

Seven weeks sailing...

and he happens in darkness
on our exact position.

Hmm.

Well, the French have their spies
in England and elsewhere, as do we.

Indeed.

If he knew we were looking for him,
he could have easily stood to sea...

and passed well clear.

Well, then, perhaps
he was looking for us.

Allen: Frigate? I tell you, if she
was a frigate, then I am a Dutchman.

It was an unfair match. There was no
dishonour in it. No dishonour at all.

She was more like a ship of the line,
a two-Decker, more than a frigate!

You have to wonder about the nature
of her hull. Our shots wouldn't penetrate.

Triple-shotted at 200 yards,
and our guns had no effect.

She had the weather gauge
and a clear advantage in firepower.

What is the "weather gauge"?

Shall I show you again,
Stephen?

Not on the cloth.

It means she had
the wind in her favour.

Therefore,
control of the engagement.

And she had the longer guns, which meant
she could hit us beyond our effective range.

The simple fact is
we were soundly beaten.

Heavy frigate like that
in the Pacific...

Could tip the balance of war
in Napoleon's favour.

By comparison, the Surprise
is a somewhat aged man-of-war.

- Am I not correct?
- Would you call me
an aged man-of-war, Doctor?

The Surprise is not old.
No one would call her old.

She has a bluff bow,
lovely lines.

She's a fine sea bird...
Weatherly, stiff and fast.

Very fast,
if she's well handled.

No, she's not old.

She's in her prime.

Well, we can patch up
the main and mizzen.

The foresail's too far gone,
I'm afraid, so we will bend our spare.

Mr. Lamb is confident with basic
repairs, we can get home as we are.

We're not going home.

But to refit
we need a port...

and the Acheron
may be still looking for us.

We can refit at sea.
Here, we're at shoals.

As you said, Mr. Allen...

she is taking the war to the South Seas,
and we are supposed to stop her.

But, sir, with respect,
she's a vastly heavier ship.

She's out of our class.

She could be halfway to Cape Horn
by the time we're repaired and underway.

Well, then, there's not
a moment to lose.

Pullings: Aloft! Finish reeving the new halyards?

All stretched along
and a-tanto, sir!

Yo, boy!

Hollar: Easy, I said! Easy!

Is it true about how they put
the last stitch through your nose?

What do you mean?

Old Joe told me
that when you die...

they stitch you up in your hammock
with the last stitch through your nose...

just to make sure
you're not asleep.

Not through the nose.
You will tell them?

(Surgical Instruments Clattering)

(Gasps, Whimpers)
Stephen: It's all right.

It's just the laudanum speaking.

(Blakeney Sobbing)

(Drops Knife)

I've never seen a braver patient.

Allen: Handsomely. Handsomely, now, our William.

- Poor darling.
- Never mind.

We will soon
have you fixed up.

Lamb: Come on. I want good work now.

Pullings: I will need two men
in the starboard fore channels.

(Chattering Continues)

That's nice work there.
You'd never know that had been...

Repair won't do here.
I need these replaced.

Ask Mr. Lamb what he has in stock.

(Chattering Continues)

Mowett: Mr. Calamy, there's
something might interest you here.

Look.
The captain carved that...

when he was a mid,
no more than your age.

He's known this ship
man and boy.

He says there's enough
of his blood in the woodwork...

for the ship to almost
be a relation.

I do understand
your point, Mr. Allen.

Your knowledge in these areas
is beyond question. However...

a week spent crawling through
the Brazilian rain forest...

Looking for a new mast
simply will not do.

The Acheron will be
halfway to China.

Mr. Lamb, as always,
will do his best...

which is all I can hope
to expect from any man.

Sir.

- Is them his brains, Doctor?
- Stephen: No, that's just dried blood.

Those are his brains.

(All Gasping)

Physician he is. Isn't one
of your common surgeons.

- Can I have the coin, please?
- Sir.

He wouldn't look at you
for under 10 guineas on land.

And he knows
his birds and beasts.

You show him a beetle,
and he will tell you what it's thinking.

Hollar: Back to work, you loafers!

Eckhart, use your pipe.

(Ship's Whistle Blowing)
You're not a pennyweight of use gawping here!

(Clears Throat)

He still hasn't said a word, sir.

Sir.

Lord Blakeney. Feeling better?

Much better. Thank you, sir.

Well, good. Good.

The doctor told me
you were fond of reading, so l...

It has all of his major battles in it,
and then some very fine illustrations.

Thank you, sir.

Did you ever meet Lord Nelson, sir?

I had the honour and privilege
of serving with him at the Nile.

A great victory.
You can find it in here, actually.

Page 135, if I'm not mistaken.

Yes.

May I beg you to tell me
what kind of man he is?

You should read the book.

I will, sir. Thank you.

(Clears Throat)

♫ (Violin, Cello) ♫

Oh, here we go again.
Scrape, scrape, screech, screech.

Never a tune you could dance to,
not if you were drunk as Davy's sow.

- Ah.
- How about this?

Or are you in the mood
for something more aggressive?

One, two.

♫ (Continues) ♫

(Pen Writing On Paper)

(Door Opens)
Killick: Salute.

Hats off.

(Clears Throat)
What's all this about?

- What's this?
- It's the phantom, sir.

Excuse me.
That's what the men call it.

It's the Acheron, sir. You see,
Will here, he seen her being built.

Will: In Boston, sir, during the Peace.

- She's Yankee-built, sir.
- See, he was getting married there...

and his wife's second cousin,
he works in the yards.

So Will here
saw the ship out of water.

Will: Sir, l-I saw there was
something right strange about her...

and so I asked Joe, and...

So he described it to me,
and I knocked you up a model, sir.

And this framing is accurate?

- Exactly accurate, sir.
- Thank you, lads.

- Thank you, sir.
- Thank you, sir.

Killick, an extra ration
of rum for these men.

- Thank you very much, sir.
- Thank you, sir.

- Which I was saving for Saluting Day, I was.
- We will drink wine.

Oh, drink wine
on Saluting Day.

Jack: Bluff above the water and sharp below.

Gives the hull a finer entry
and a long run as she goes aft.

That's why she's so fast.

Heavier, but fast despite it.

(Sighs)
That's the future.

What a fascinating
modern age we live in.

Planking and framing like that would make
her hull, what, two foot thick? Solid oak?

That's why we couldn't dent her. Probably
capable of making 12 to 14 knots.

Now we know. Thank God for Warley
and his wife's second cousin.

Pullings: Why, she could be doing
up to 280 miles a day.

Even if we did
catch up with her...

(Sighs)
I mean, to take her...

She's out of our class.
She's a 44-gun ship.

She's still vulnerable at the stern,
like the rest of us.

(Chattering, Shouting)

(Chattering, Shouting Continue)

Your name?
(Blows Kiss)

Gangway for the mail, please.

Here we are.
Very important mail. Letters.

What's he saying?
(Speaking Portuguese)

(Portuguese)

A large man-of-war, French...

stopped here on the 10th
and then headed south.

(Man Continues In Portuguese)

Somewhere here.

A full three weeks ahead.

Damn.

All right, Tom,
let's get all this squared away.

Aye, sir. Mr. Hollar!

- Aye, sir.
- Let us complete our business here.

Hollar: Hands, prepare to weigh anchor!

Put that woman down, Slade!

This is the ship of His Majesty's Navy,
not a floating bordello.

Get yourself back aboard!

All hands,
get these provisions stowed!

(Laughter)

Well done.
Gentlemen...

to wives
and to sweethearts.

- All: To wives and sweethearts.
- May they never meet.

(Chuckling)

Mr. Howard.
Mr. Howard, the bottle. The bottle.

- The bottle stands by you.
- Sir.

Sir?

Excuse me, sir,
but Mr. Blakeney said that...

you served under Lord Nelson at the Nile.

Indeed. I was a young lieutenant...

not much older than you are now.

And Mr. Pullings... Mr. Pullings
was a snivelling midshipman...

still yearning for hearth and home.

(Chuckling)
Calamy: Did you meet him, sir?

Can you tell me what he's like?

I have had the honour
of dining with him twice.

He spoke to me on both occasions.

A master tactician and
a man of singular vision.

Well, he always said in battle;

"Never mind the manoeuvres.
Just go straight at them."

Some would say not a great seaman,
but a great leader.

He's England's only hope
if Old Bony intends to invade.

Sir, might we press you
for a anecdote?

The first time that he spoke to me...

I shall never forget his words.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

He leaned across the table, he looked me
straight in the eye and he said...

"Aubrey, may I trouble you for the salt?"

(Laughter)

I've always tried to say it exactly...

as he did ever since.

The s...

The second time...

The second time, he told me a story...

about how someone offered him
a boat cloak on a cold night.

And he said no, he didn't need it...

that he was quite warm.

His zeal for king and country
kept him warm.

I know it sounds absurd, and were it
from another man you'd cry out...

"Oh, what pitiful stuff,"
and dismiss it as mere enthusiasm.

But with Nelson...

you felt your heart glow.

Wouldn't you say, Mr. Pullings?

You did indeed, sir.

Well, then, he would seem to be the
exception to the rule that authority corrupts.

- Mowett: To Lord Nelson.
- To Lord Nelson.

All: To Lord Nelson.

Do you see
those two weevils, Doctor?

I do.

Jack: Which would you choose?

Neither. There's not a scrap
of difference between them.

They're the same species of curculio.

(Clears Throat)
If you had to choose...

if you were forced to make a choice...

if there was no other response but to...

Well, then, if you're going to push me.

I would choose the right-hand weevil.

It has significant advantage
in both length and breadth.

There! I have you!
You're completely dished.

Do you not know that in the service...

one must always choose
the lesser of two weevils?

(Boisterous Laughter)

He who would pun would pick a pocket.

Really. "Weevils."

To the lesser of two weevils.

All: To the lesser of two weevils!

♫ (Sea Chanty) ♫

Hey, Joe!
(Cheering)

- Whoo!
- Go, Joe!

♫ (Continues) ♫

The Lord taketh...

and the Lord giveth away.

You hear that? He said something.

Doctor! He spoke, Doctor!

Well done indeed, Stephen.

♫ Farewell and adieu ♫
♫ to you Spanish ladies ♫

♫ Farewell and adieu ♫
♫ to ladies of Spain ♫

♫ For we've received orders ♫
♫ to sail for Old England ♫

♫ We hope in a short time ♫

♫ To see you again ♫

What a wonderfully true voice
Mr. Hollom possesses.

What a wonderfully true voice
Mr. Hollom possesses.

Indeed.

♫ Come, all you bold ♫
♫ young thoughtless men ♫

♫ A warning take by me ♫

♫ And never leave ♫
♫ your happy homes ♫

♫ To sail the raging sea ♫

♫ Come, all you bold ♫
♫ young thoughtless men ♫

♫ A warning take by me ♫

♫ And never leave ♫
♫ your happy homes ♫

♫ To sail the raging sea ♫

Night watchman: On deck, there! Sail, ho!

Looks like a frigate!

Allen: The question is, how did he get there?

We have no alternative.
We must turn and fight.

But he has the weather gauge again.

He must have been watching us
from some inlet and waited till we passed.

Allen: My God. What can we do?

- He has us by the hip.
- Run like smoke and oakum.

- We will have to bend every sail.
- We will put up our pocket
handkerchiefs if we have to!

We must survive this day.
Let's get about it.

- Mr. Allen, gentlemen.
- Aye, sir.

Allen: All hands, make sail!

This is the second time he's done this
to me. There will not be a third.

Cast off gaskets there!

I tell ya, the devil's at the wheel
of that there phantom ship.

You better hold fast.

What is it with this man?

Did I kill a relative
of his in battle perhaps?

His boy, God forbid?

He fights like you, Jack.

Bring the sun down to the horizon.

When its lower limb is touching the horizon...
Williamson, look to your sextant!

When the orb is no longer rising...

then it has reached its zenith.

- And that would be noon.
- Sir?

Mr. Pullings. Do you make noon, Mr. Hollom?

- Yes, sir.
- Call noon. It's your class.

Men: Heave! Heave!

Hollom: Sir, that's noon.

- Mowett: Mr. Nichols, make that 12:00!
- Six hours?

Five at most.

Just keep us out of
her reach until nightfall.

Hollar: Turn the glass and strike the bell!

(Chattering)

We didn't want to make it any taller, sir,
on account of this wind.

Excuse me, sir,
but what are they building?

Your first command.

Howard: Quickly, now,
or she will be on top of us!

Hollar: Take the weight
on the yard tackles!

Fend her off!
Fend her off!

Lower away on the main!

- I wouldn't want to lose you.
- Aye, sir.

There's a painter, bo. Pass her aft.
Outside everything, mind.

Mowett: Lively now. We've got
10 minutes before he's up with us.

Allen: Lively, lads. Lively.
We've precious little time.

Mind what the captain
told you.

- Hollar: Pull, boys!
- That's it.

Pull on the larboard line there.
Line her up. Line her up!

Now.

Killick, there! Douse your light!

Mr. Allen, make ready.
(Cannon Blast)

(Grunting, Panting)

Hello.
We caught a fish!

(Coughing)
Jack: Take the helm, Bonden.

- Now tell me that wasn't fun.
- Yes, sir.

Hard a'larboard!

Stand the men down, Mr. Pullings.

I will take this watch.
(Cannon Blasts Continue)

Aye, sir. Mr. Mowett, Mr. Allen,
calmly now.

- You know his orders.
- Well done, sir.

She's a right phantom,
she is.

The way she come up again,
right behind us like that.

Out of nowhere, and right behind us.

Like that first time out of the fog...

with our shot bouncing off her.

Captain's not called
Lucky Jack for no reason.

Phantom or no, she's a privateer...

and Lucky Jack will have her.

You need more than luck against a phantom.

- Is she like a pirate?
- No, they're not pirates, Lofty.

Oh, no. If they were...

we could hang them when we catch them.

Nagle: Privateer gets a piece of paper
from the Frenchies...

says they can hunt down anything
that bears our flag.

They go after rich merchantmen
and the like.

Hey, but think on our share
of the prize money.

She will be loaded with gold...

and ambergris and all the gems of Araby.

That's all very well, Nagle.
Got to get home to spend it.

But I never met a dead man
who bought me a drink.

And I've never met a live one
you've bought one for neither.
(Laughter)

Killick: Sitting up all night,
catching your death of cold.

(Sighs)
That's the last of the coffee too.

Thank you, Killick.

Bonden?

That's enough easting.
Set a course south-southwest.

Aye, sir. South-southwest.

Pullings: Sail!

- Two points off starboard bow!
- I told you.

Nagle: Three cheers for Lucky Jack!

Men: Huzzah! Huzzah! Huzzah!

Slade: She's ours, boys!

(Laughing)
Foul! Foul!

You got away before me!

- Set royals and courses.
- Sir.

- Have the idlers placed along the rails.
- Yes, sir.

In all my years,
I've never seen the like.

It has to be more than 100 sea miles,
and he brings us up on his tail.

That's seamanship, Mr. Pullings.
My God, that's seamanship.

- I told you the plan would work, Will.
- Thank God you're right.

- We will have them by nightfall, I think.
- I think we've got him, sir.

Calamy: And the wind favours us this time.

Now, don't count your eggs before
they're in the pudding, Mr. Calamy.

Still, if we can close this gap
and get up behind her...

she may well be ours.

Touch wood. Scratch a stay.

Turn three times!

All: May the lords and saints preserve us!

(Laughing)

Turn!

Move along, man! Move along!
We will have lost him before you rig it up!

Hold!

Twelve knots, sir!

That's 12 knots? That's good.

I want more. Have all the spare hands
placed on the windward rail.

- Mr. Hollar!
- Aye, sir.

Rouse up the off watch.

All hands on starboard rail!

(Ship's Whistle Blowing)
Come up the larboard topsail sheets!

We're cracking on!

We will be cracking off presently
if he don't watch it!

No! Captain knows this ship!
He knows what she can take!

(Yells)
Mr. Hollar!

Mr. Hollar, I want lifelines
fore and aft!

No lounging, boy!

Lifelines fore and aft!
Double-grape that launch!

(Chickens Clucking)

Jack: Cape Horn, Doctor.

Close the bloody lid!

- There's enough water in the grog as it is.
- Yes, thank you for that, Davies.

Do you reckon the captain will
keep following him 'round the horn...

- every stitch of canvas is flying.
- Aye.

I reckon he'd follow him
to the gates of hell if he had to.

It's a devil's ship, I tell you,
and it's leading us right into a trap.

She's making a run for the horn, sir.

I will not vouch for this mast, sir.
Not around the horn.

Thank you, Mr. Lamb.
Your comments will be noted in the log.

Sail trimmers to their stations!
Get the sails off her, lads!

- She's over pressed!
- Allen: To the braces!

Give them a pull and belay!

We're closing on her, Tom.
I will not give up now.

Come up on the wind, Barret.
Set a course southwest by west.

Southwest by west, sir.

Mr. Calamy!

Idlers and wasters below!

Hollar: We're for the horn, boys!

- We've taken in all the sails we can, sir!
- Close reef topsails!

Lively, lads!

Hollar: Hold fast!

(Retching)

Francis, Trulove, to the mizzen!

All secure!

Down ya go, lads!

Mr. Hollom, help young Warley
on the mizzen topgallant!

- I will need more men, sir!
- Yes! Go!

Mr. Hollom, sir!

Help me!

Smith! Ellers! To Mr. Allen!

You men, lay aloft!
The mizzen topgallant! Light along!

(Grunts)

(Gasping)

Help!

(Yelling)

Man overboard!

Hands to the taffrail!
(Yelling, Shouting)

(Yelling)

- He's over there, sir!
- Help!

- Swim for the wreckage, man! Swim, man!
- Swim, Will!

Over here!

Mr. Allen, gratings and barrels.
Anything that floats, overboard.

Bonden: She's broaching! We're losing her!

Sir, the wreckage
is acting as a sea anchor!

We must cut it loose!
It's going to sink us!

Nagle: Sir, he's going to make it! He can do it!

- Come on, Will!
- Swim!

Come on!
Hand over hand!

For God's sakes, Will, swim!

Swim for the wreckage, Will!

(Panicked Chattering)

- You can do it, Will!
- Swim!

Come on, Will!
Swim!

(Shouting Continues)

(Panting, Gasping)

(Yelling)

(Cheering)

(Thunderclap)

- He's been at it again.
- Who's that, then?

The Jonah.

What's that?
(Thunderclap)

The deaths in actual battle
are the easiest to bear.

For my own part,
those who die under my knife...

or from some subsequent infection...

I have to remind myself that it was
the enemy that killed them...

not me.

That young man was a casualty of war.

As you said yourself, you have to
choose the lesser of two evils.

Weevils.
(Chuckles)

The crew will take it badly.
Warley was popular.

Have they expressed any feelings
on the matter to you?

(Door Opens)

Jack, before answering,
I'm compelled to ask.

Am I speaking with my old friend,
or to the ship's captain?

You see, to the ship's captain...

I'd say there's little I detest
more than an informer.

- Now you're talking like an Irishman.
- Well, I am an Irishman.

Well, as a friend then.

As a friend...

I would say that I have never once
doubted your abilities as a captain.

Speak plainly, Stephen.

Perhaps we should have
turned back weeks ago.

The men, of course...

they would follow Lucky Jack anywhere...

rightfully confident of victory.

But therein lies the problem.

You're not accustomed to defeat.

And chasing this larger,
faster ship with its long guns...

is beginning to smack of pride.

It's not a question of pride or anything
like it. It is a question of duty.

Duty. Right, yes.
I believe I've heard it well spoken of.

Well, you can be as satiric as you like.

Viewing the world through your
microscope is your prerogative.

This is a ship of war,
and I will grind whatever grist...

the mill requires
in order to fulfil my duty.

Whatever the cost?

Whatever the cost.

To follow orders with no regard for cost.

Can you really claim there's nothing
personal in this call to duty?

Orders are subject to
the requirement of the service.

My orders were to follow him
as far as Brazil.

I exceeded my orders a long time ago.

I got it.

The wind's backing, sir!

Sir, we just can't hold
this westerly course any longer.

If we can't sail through the damn wind,
Tom, we will bloody well sail around it.

Due south.

How far south, sir?

As far as is necessary, Mr. Pullings.

- Aye, sir.
- Lively!

- Due south, please, Mr. Bonden.
- Due south, sir.

Heave! Steady!

(Laughter)

Hooray!

Clearly something terribly
nautical and fascinating just happened.

- I am at a loss.
- We have made our turn
northward, my dear doctor.

- We're headed back toward the sun.
- To the sun.

All: To the sun!

Oh, and by-by way
of anticipation of this event...

I have asked Killick to, uh...

prepare something special.

- Killick! Killick, there.
- I'm already here, aren't I?

(Muttering)

Gentlemen, I give you...

our destination.

It's the Galápagos Islands.

The Galápagos Islands.

(Laughter)

Our whaling fleet is there...

and their cargo would put a pretty penny
into old Bones-aparte's invasion purse.

That's where the Acheron will be...

sure as there's carts to horses.

Hmm? So, Mr. Pullings,
if you will permit me, a...

a slice of Albemarle.

(Laughter)
And for you, Doctor...

Redondo Rock.

Perfect.

And the Acheron... for me.

(Laughter)

♫ Safe and sound at home again ♫

♫ Let the waters roar, Jack ♫

♫ Safe and sound at home again ♫

♫ Let the waters roar, Jack ♫

♫ Long we tossed on the rolling main ♫

♫ Now we're safe ashore, Jack ♫

♫ Don't forget your old shipmates ♫

♫ Folly-rolly-rolly rye-oh ♫

♫ We have worked the self-same gun ♫

♫ Quarterdeck division ♫

♫ Sponger, I, and loader, you ♫
♫ through the whole commission ♫

♫ Long we tossed ♫
♫ on the rolling main ♫

♫ Now we're safe ashore, Jack ♫

♫ Don't forget your old shipmates ♫

♫ Folly-rolly-rolly rye-oh ♫

(Laughter)

Las Encantadas.

The Enchanted Isles.

They're said to be full of
strange and wonderful beasts.

When we get there,
we will have to stop for food and water.

I promise you during that time...

several days, at least...
you can wander at will...

collecting bugs and beetles
to your heart's content.

You will be the first naturalist
to set foot on the islands, I will wager.

Well, I would like that of all things.

- Is this an insect?
- Yes.

Doesn't look like one.
It looks like a stick.

Yes, that's the whole point.

It's disguised itself in order to survive.

(Pages Rustling)

See, there's a spider.
It's disguised itself as an ant.

And here's an insect that's taken on
the shape of a thorn...

to save itself from the birds.

- Did God make them change?
- Does God make them change?
Yes. Certainly.

But do they also change themselves?

Well, that is the question, isn't it?

Sir! Sir, we've raised the Galápagos!

I'm coming.

(Chattering, Laughter)

- Look, beyond the rocks.
- Yes, I see.

Allen: What is it?
Curious, eh? Some type of gull.

- There's an ugly devil.
- Williamson: Disgusting.

It's got warts
all over it.

(Chuckling)
Ugly devils, aren't they?

Well, I can't see any women.
Just lots of ducks and lizards.

What? No women? Isn't natural.

- How extraordinary.
- What is, sir?

Those birds, they're a species of cormorant,
but they appear to be flightless.

Do you see their underdeveloped wings?

By all that's holy,
I think that's unknown to science.

The dragons don't seem to bother them.

No. They're a type of iguana, I should think,
and therefore vegetarian.

- Will you catch one?
- A pair of them, I should think.

And then you can present
one of their offspring to the king.

- There's one going for a swim.
- Iguanas don't swim. They're land animals.

These ones do.

Bonden: Turtles on the beach!
They're good vittles, mate.

Ask Old Joe.

Well, I will be damned.

Two new species in as many minutes.

That's remarkable.

Jack: All hands about ship!

Off tack and sheets!
Prepare the mainsail hull!

- There you go, mate. That's it.
Give us your hand.
- Aubrey.

Hogg. I'm Master of the Albatross.
God bless you, Captain. God bless you all.

Higgins? Mr. Calamy?
Food and water for these men.

- Aye, sir.
- Mister Howard, stand your men down.

Royal Marines,
trail arms!

We was coming back for fresh lines
no more than a week ago.

Hid in that inlet yonder.
Burnt our bloody ship to the water line.

Fucking pirates. Crew prisoner.
Captain dead.

She were a big, black three-master.
Break your heart, it would.

Twelve thousand pounds sterling,
the finest grade oil they took.

- We've been out more than two years.
- And her course?

Maybe a point south of west,
following the rest of the fleet.

- Mr. Pullings?
- Sir?

Enter these men's names into
the ship's books. Mr. Allen, set a course.

- West by south.
- All hands, make sail!

Should we not take on fresh provisions?
Those tortoises would make very good eating.

Mr. Mowett, there's not a moment to lose.

- Get that whale boat aboard and secure it.
- Hands to the braces.

On your braces, there, let go and haul!

Jack, have you forgotten your promise?

Subject to the requirements of the service.

I cannot in all conscience delay for
the sake of an iguana or giant peccary.

Fascinating, no doubt,
but of no immediate application.

There is, I think, an opportunity here
to serve both our purposes.

As I understand it,
this is a long, thin island.

You need to sail around it to continue
your voyage. I could walk across it.

- I'd be on the other side...
- I have known you to spend hours...

- staring into a deserted bird's nest.
- I could walk briskly...

pausing only to take
the most important measurements.

Making valuable discoveries that could help
advance our knowledge of natural history.

If wind and tide had been against us,
I should have said yes.

They're not. I'm obliged to say no.

Oh, I see. I see.
So, after all this time in your service...

I must simply content myself to form
part of this belligerent expedition.

Hurry past inestimable wonders,
bent solely on destruction.

I shall say nothing of the corruption
of power or its abuse...

- You forget yourself, Doctor.
- No, Jack. No. You've forgotten yourself.

You see, for my part,
I look upon a promise as binding.

- The promise was conditional.
- It never occurred to me...

I command a king's ship,
not a private yacht!

We do not have time
for your damned hobbies, sir!

(Chattering)

Mine is bigger than yours.
Look how big mine are.

- Faster Doudle: But those were mine.
- Sluice down this deck!

Calamy: Davies, don't leave them there.
I said get them below.

- Mr. Blakeney.
- Sir, I found a curious beetle
walking on the deck.

- I think it's a Galápagos beetle.
- I'm sure of it.

Were you to walk all day on the islands,
you might never come across it.

Yes, that is more than likely sure.

You can have it, sir.

Mr. Blakeney?

- Thank you.
- Sir.

- Mowett: Last gun fired, sir!
- Timing?

- Two minutes and one second, sir.
- Lads, that's not good enough.

We need to fire two broadsides to her one.

- You want to see a guillotine
in Piccadilly?
- All: No!

- You want to call that raggedy-ass
Napoleon your king?
- All: No!

- You want your children
to sing "La Marseillaise?"
- All: No!

Mr. Mowett, Mr. Pullings, starboard battery!
(Cheering)

Jack: Jump to it, lads.
Cadence and rhythm.

(Chattering Continues)
Mark your targets!

- Come on, lads. Faster now.
- Workmanship, now!

(Indistinct Shouting)
Jack: Mr. Hollom, keep up with your battery!

(Shouting Continues)

(Together)
Heave! Heave! Heave! Heave!

- Report, Mr. Mowett!
- Third and fourth divisions ready, sir!

Right! Starboard battery! Fire!

(Shouting Continues)

Jack: Cartridges with the seam down!

Three strokes with the rammer, well home!

Up they go again! Together, lads,
up they go again!

(Cannons Firing)

One minute and 10 seconds.
(Cheering)

- Well done, lads.
Extra ration of grog for all of you.
- (Cheering)

- Gangway for the captain, lads.
- Marked improvement, Mr. Calamy.

- Well done.
- Thank you, sir.

God bless ya, sir!

Killick! Killick, there!

What do you have for us tonight?

- Which it is soused hog's face.
- Eh?

- Which it is soused hog's face.
- My favourite. My favourite.

Mowett: When they run, surprise!

We will blow her to kingdom come.

(Men Laughing)
(Banging On Table)

One more week of this and I will gladly give
it up for the price of a cup of clean wa...

I can't make it rain.

I can harness the wind,
but I am not its goddamn creator.

I have never known such a run of bad luck.

"And they said unto him,
for what caused the evil."

(Laughing)
Where did that come from?

It's from the Bible, that.

- What?
- That's from the Bible.
The story of the Jonah.

They found out on their ship
that one of their men, this Jonah cove...

he'd offended God and was
the cause of all their bad luck.

Evil comes...

from him who evil thinks and evil is.

(Snickering)
No, no. Joe here knows
a thing or two about evil.

From personal experience, right, Joe?
(Laughter)

It's like Killick says.

Morning of the battle, he doesn't have
the guts to beat to quarters.

Then his entire
gun crew's killed except for him.

Soon as he went up the mizzen, Will falls.
Whose watch was it when we lost our wind?

Why haven't you finished all this, Gardner?
You been on it half the watch.

Don't spread your gash on my gear.
(Grunts)

You there!
Stand fast.

You there! Stand fast.

Master-at-arms, take that man below
and clap him in irons.

- Aye, sir.
- Mr. Pullings, defaulters at eight bells.

Aye, sir.

Bring Hollom down to my cabin.

A man pushed past you without making
his obedience, yet you said nothing. Why?

I intended to, sir, but, the right words...

The right words?
He was deliberately insubordinate.

I've tried to get to know
the men, sir, and be friendly...

but... they've taken a set against me.

Always whispering when I go past
and giving me looks.

I will set that to rights, sir. I will
be much tougher on them from now on.

You don't make friends
with the foremost jacks, lad.

They will despise you
in the end, think you weak.

- Nor do you need to be a tyrant.
- No, sir.

- I'm very sorry, sir.
- You're what, 26, 27?

- I'm 30 next Friday, sir.
- Thirty?

You've failed to pass
for lieutenant twice.

I know your habits. You're not
a bad sailor. You have the knowledge.

- You can't spend the rest
of your life a midshipman.
- No, sir. I will try harder.

Look, Hollom, it's leadership they want.

Strength. Now, you find that
within yourself...

and you will earn their respect.

Without respect,
true discipline goes by the board.

Yes, sir.

Um, strength, respect...

and discipline, sir.

Well, it's an unfortunate business, Hollom.

Damned unfortunate.

- That will be all.
- Yes, sir.

- Jack: I am not a flogging captain.
- Hollom has become a scapegoat...

for all the bad luck...
real or imagined... on this voyage.

- Mr. Lamb. If you please.
- Nagle is no more or less guilty...

They're exhausted, Jack.
These men are exhausted.

You've pushed them too hard.

Stephen, I invite you
to this cabin as my friend.

Not to criticize
nor to comment on my command.

Well, shall I leave you until you're in
a more harmonious frame of mind?

What would you have me do, Stephen?

- Tip the ship's grog over the side.
- Stop their grog?

Nagle was drunk when he insulted
Hollom. Did you know that?

Stop 200 years
of privilege and tradition?

I'd rather have them three sheets to the wind
on occasion than have a mutiny on my hands.

You see, I'm rather
understanding of mutinies.

Men pressed from their homes, their chosen
occupations, confined aboard a wooden pris...

Stephen, I profoundly respect your right
to disagree with me here in this cabin...

but I can only afford
one rebel on this ship.

I hate it when you talk of the service
in this way. It makes me so very low.

Do you think I want to flog Nagle?

The man who stood beside me and hacked
the ropes that sent his mate to his death?

Under orders. Under my orders.

Do you not see it? The only things that
keep this little wooden world together...

- are hard work, discipline...
- Jack, the man failed to salute.

For God's sake, there's hierarchies even
in nature as you've often said yourself.

There is no disdain in nature.
There is no humiliation.

Men must be governed.

Often not wisely, I will grant you,
but they must be governed nonetheless.

That's the excuse of every tyrant in
history. From Nero to Bonaparte.

- And I for one am opposed to authority.
- Your opposition...

- is not my concern.
- It is the egg of misery and oppression.

You've come to the wrong shop
for anarchy, brother.

(Cries Out)
Hollar: Four!

(Whip Snaps)
Five!

(Whip Snaps)
Six.

Seven.
(Whip Snaps)

Eight... (Whip Snaps) ... Nine.

(Whip Snaps)
Ten.

(Whip Snaps)
Eleven.

(Whip Snaps)
Twelve.

Pullings: Cut him down.

(Men Whispering)

Shh! Not so loud.

(Continues)

(Grunts)

(Humming)

- Cheat.
- Oh, put that dirk down, Boyle.

(Panting, Coughs)
Are you okay, Mr. Hollom?

- He's not ill. He's dodging work.
You know it, Blakeney.
- Shut up.

- You shut up.
- Just leave him be.

- Have some water.
- Oh, thank you. Thank you.

Sir? Sir, it's Mr. Hollom.

There's nothing
physically wrong with him.

He thinks he's being cursed.

Sailors can abide a great deal,
but not a Jonah.

My God, you believe it too.

Not everything is
in your books, Stephen.

It's him, isn't it?

Jonah. He's causing it.

He's calling it up, don't you see?

Every time he's on watch,
that ship appears.

You wait and see.

Anytime tonight...

that ghost ship's going to turn up.

It's going to take us all with it.
Straight down to the hot place.

(Gasps)
Mr. Hollom.

(Panting)
You gave me such a start.

- You feeling better now?
- Yes.

Much better, thank you.

Captain thinks
we will get our wind tomorrow.

I'm sure of it.

(Sighs)

You've always been very kind to me.

Good-bye, Blakeney.

(Bell Rings)

The simple truth is not all of us become
the men we once hoped we might be.

We are all God's creatures.

If there are those among us
who thought ill of Mr. Hollom...

spoke ill of him...

or failed him in respect to fellowship...

then we ask for your forgiveness, Lord.

And we ask for his.

God be praised. Mr. Mowett?

(Men Cheering, Laughing)

Man: All snug this side, Barret.

- Doctor, have you seen
the bird that's following us?
- What sort of bird?

Some sort of albatross.
Either that or he's a prodigious great mew.

There he goes.

There he is. My bird. My bird. Damn.

(Laughing)
It's circling, lads.

Doctor? My God, Doctor! Doctor!

I'm so sorry. The bird dropped low.
I-I didn't see you.

- I'm fine, Jack.
- Calamy!

- Aye, sir?
- Get Higgins.

(Shivering)

The bullet took in
a piece of shirt with it.

Unless it's removed,
it's going to suppurate and fester.

Are you equal to the task?

Well, I will need to read up on the doctor's
books, like. Study some pictures he has.

- Study some pictures?
- Just to get my bearings. That's all.

Well, it'd be a lot easier if I were
on dry land. (Nervous Chuckle)

You know, you wouldn't... have the...

I will manage. You will see.

(Gasps)

Sail on the horizon, sir.

Running west.

We're not sure, but we
think it's her, sir.

Good-bye, sir.

- Pullings: The hue of her
sails looks French.
- That's her all right.

Allen: Note her topsails.
No mistaking it. She's a Frenchie.

Shall we beat to quarters, sir?

(Scattered)
Sir.

Tell me this wasn't on my account.

No, not at all.
I just needed to stretch my legs.

Gently there.

Lead it briskly, briskly, now.
Secure this line.

- All set, Higgins?
- Yes, sir.

No.

I do this with my own hand.

If everything is under control. As long as
you don't need anything, I will be outside.

A spare pair of steady hands
wouldn't go amiss.

That is if, of course, you have
the constitution for this kind of thing.

My dear Doctor...
(Nervous Chuckle)

I've been amongst
and around wounds all my life.

Oh, good then. Put your hand on my belly...

pressing firmly when I give the word.

Higgins, the catling, if you please.

Padeen, please.
(Shaky Breathing)

The sounder, Mr. Higgins.

Swab.

(Gasps)
All right.

Mr. Higgins,
you will have to raise the rib.

Take a good grip with
the square retractor.

Right in.

Lift up. Lift up.

(Stephen Whimpers)

Swab, Jack, I can't see.

(Tense Breathing)
Are you all right?

(Short Chuckle)

I got it.

(Panting)

(Heavy Breathing)

Apply more pressure.

- Is that all of it?
- Aye, sir.

- She will patch up nicely.
- Thank God I got it.

(Bird Twittering)

(All Cheering)

Oh, that's good.
(Chattering)

Sir! Sir!

Padeen and I have been doing
some collecting for you.

Have you really?

The beetles each come with a specimen
of the plant they were found on.

Padeen, that one's got away. So I've
made a few notes if you want to see them.

Well, Mr. Blakeney, it would appear that
you have the makings of a naturalist.

Well, sir, perhaps I could
combine them to be a sort of...

fighting naturalist, like you, sir.

(Chuckles)
They don't combine too well, I find.

Right.
(Grunts)

Should you really be getting up, sir?

- Mr. Blakeney, are you also a doctor?
- No, sir.

No, you're not. Padeen, if you please.

(Grunts)

How long does the captain
intend that we stay? Do you know?

- Oh, a week, perhaps.
- A week?

There's no great hurry.

- Mustn't we make haste for...
- I'm not even sure it was
the Acheron we sighted.

If it was, she will be well away by now.
Like looking for an honest man in parliament.

No, we shall head home before peace
breaks out with France, God forbid.

Jack, I fear you may have burdened me
with a debt I can never fully repay.

Tosh. Name a shrub after me.
Something prickly and hard to eradicate.

A shrub? Nonsense. I will name
a great tortoise after you.

(Laughing)
Testudo Aubreii.

(Barking)

Come on. Pack up your things.
We should be going.

- Back to camp, sir?
- No, to the other side of the island.

But, sir, that must be at least 10 miles.

Well, then there's not a moment to lose.

That's where I saw my flightless
cormorant, Mr. Blakeney.

Come on.

Seven inches in length.

Four inches wide. Fifteen
inches long in the neck.

Width at the widest point, six inches.

Stephen: Padeen, put the net down and use your hands.

- They won't bite.
- Blakeney: Here's a good one.

Pick them up carefully.

Sir, I think we should be getting back.

Naval discipline doesn't operate
out here, Mr. Blakeney.

I must find a cormorant.
And should it indeed prove flightless...

you can join me at the Royal Society
dinner as co-discoverer.

(Squawking)

(Panting)

Mr. Blakeney.

Sir, we must hurry.

Padeen, you must carry him. Put those down.
Leave them. Just put everything down.

Open the cages.

Hollar: All hands! Unmoor ship!

Pullings: Mr. Allen, I will have her
on a starboard tack, please!

- Let's have hands to store these tortoises!
- Slade, heads up and brace!

Barret Bonden, put your helm
hard to starboard.

Well, let's see. He has a head start of
two hours on us, and he's bearing south.

That can only mean King Charles Island.
He's in the water, I'd say.

If we caught up with her...

I mean, to take her...

we'd have to be bloody invisible.

Man: Brace the yards to starboard!

(Continues, Indistinct)

So, Stephen,
did you get to see your bird?

No. Well, yes, but I...

couldn't catch one.

No, my greatest discovery
was your phantom.

Indeed it was. I'm sorry you had to leave
the majority of your collection behind, Stephen.

In actual fact, um...

Mr. Blakeney and I did make one...

very interesting find.

Is that right?

Let me guess. A stick?

Tell him about it, Mr. Blakeney.

- It's a rare phasmid, sir.
- A phasmid?

It's an insect that disguises
itself as a stick...

in order to confuse its predators.

(Chattering)

A nautical phasmid, Doctor.
At least to a hungry eye...

if one has an appetite for whalers.

I intend to take a greater interest
in the value of nature from now on.

- Really?
- Yes.

I had no idea that a study of nature
could advance the art of naval warfare.

Oh, I see.

Now, to pull this predator
in close and spring our trap.

- Jack?
- Yes?

You're the predator.

There. Hull down.

Broad off the larboard bow.

That's our frigate, all right.

Damn, you've got good eyes, Barret.
(Chuckling)

- Mr. Allen!
- Aye!

- More smoke!
- Aye, sir!

That will bring them about.

(Coughing)

Pullings: That's it, lads. Clean them
up so they fly straight and true.

Let's have fresh flints in all the locks!

Larboard battery, unship your rear wheels.

Drop the gun!

- Come on, Killick. You too. Get dressed.
- Oh, God!

- Tom?
- Uh, preparations are completed, sir.

Good. Fine. From now on...

- no "sirs," no salutes, no whistles,
no bells.
- All: Aye, sir.

Pullings: Yes, I think we're all
finding that quite difficult.

There will be 30 or more whalers locked in
the Acheron's hold somewhere.

After we board, Mr. Calamy should take
a small party below decks and free them.

- You think him ready, sir?
- Were you ready, Tom?

- He may well turn the tide.
- Indeed, sir.

She's taken the bait. Let's come about.

Make a show of fleeing... panicky
and disorganized, like a whaler might.

- Present company excepted, Mr. Hogg.
- Hands to your stations!

Hurry up, or they will see you.

Leave that. That's fine. Just come up here
quick and get some whalers' slops.

- Congratulations, Peter. Acting
third lieutenant.
- Thank you.

I hear we're to free the whalers.

You're to be stationed on the quarterdeck.

I'm sorry, Will.

Come off onto a broad ridge.

Make a bad show of keeping your course.
Let her run up and luff every now and then.

- Aye, sir.
- Excuse me, sir.

Remove your hat, Blakeney.
We're whalers here.

- May I speak with you, sir?
- Yes, yes.

Mr. Calamy says I'm not
in the boarding party. I want to say...

I know what you want to say.
My answer is no.

You will lead your gun crew, and then
when we board, you will take command...

of the ship from here on the quarterdeck.

- Do I make myself clear?
- Take command of the ship? Thank you, sir.

- Back to your station.
- Sir.

On your right upper arm,
to tell friend from foe.

Davies, this arm. Starboard arm.

- Your right arm.
- The arm you got or the arm you don't got?

All right. That's enough cheek, Davies.

Take your neck cloths and put them
'round your right upper arm.

Make way for the captain.

Congratulations, Lieutenant.
Right, lads.

Now, I know there's not
a faint heart among you.

- I know you're as anxious as I am
to get into close action.
- (All Muttering Agreement)

But we must bring them right up beside
us before we spring this trap.

That will test our nerve.

And discipline will count
just as much as courage.

The Acheron is a tough nut to crack.

More than twice our guns.
More than twice our numbers.

And they will sell their lives dearly.

Topmen...

your handling of the sheets
to be lubberly and un-navy-like...

until the signal calls for you
to spill the wind from our sails.

This will bring us almost
to a complete stop.

Gun crews, you must run out and tie
down in double-quick time.

With the rear wheels removed,
you've gained elevation...

but without recoil,
there will be no chance to reload.

So gun captains, that gives you
one shot from the larboard battery.

One shot only.
You will fire for her mainmast.

Much will depend on your accuracy.

However...

even crippled, she will still be dangerous.

Like a wounded beast.

Captain Howard and the marines
will sweep their weather deck...

with swivel gun
and musket fire from the tops.

They will try and even the odds
for us before we board.

They mean to take us as a prize.

(All Chuckling)

And we are worth more
to them undamaged. Their greed...

will be their downfall.

England is under threat of invasion.

And though we be on the far side
of the world, this ship is our home.

This ship... is England.

So it's every hand to his rope or gun.

Quick is the word
and sharp is the action.

After all, surprise is on our side.

(All Laughing, Cheering)

Huzzah! Huzzah!

Plaice: Toss them high
so they can see them, lads.

- Hello, Doctor.
- Jack.

- Care for a cigar?
- Thank you, no.

If you please, Doctor.

- I took the liberty, Doctor.
- Thank you, Killick.
- Thank you, Jack.

There's three lumps in there.

How kind.

(Shell Whizzing)

- Good luck, Will.
- Good luck, Peter.

- See you afterwards.
- And you.

Pullings: Steady now, lads.

Keep calm.

Man with French accent: English
Whaler Syren, this is Acheron.

- Barret?
- Sir?

You have no possibility, no chance.

But you have had warning. Stop now,
or we will destroy your ship.

English whaler, this
is your last warning.

Stop now, or we will destroy you.

- Let fly!
- Let fly!

(All Shouting, Indistinct)

- Run out, boys!
- Pullings: Fire!

Fire!

(Shouting)
For the mainmast, lads!

- Coming through.
- Fire!

(Men Shouting, Indistinct)

Hard a'larboard!
(Whistle Blows)

Right the headsails! Set the topsails!

Starboard battery!

Fire as she bears!

(Man Shouting)

It's the fallen mast.
We can't lay alongside.

Take a party and cross the wreckage as best
you can. I will draw their fire forward.

- My division, join Mr. Pullings!
- Clew up topsails!

Huzzah for Lucky Jack!
(All Cheering)

Hollar: Grappling hooks away!

Pull out the boarding planks!

My division, follow me!

For England, for home and for the prize!

(All Cheering)
Here we go, lads!

Jack: Pipe down! Silence!

(Men Moaning Faintly)

Looks like the job is done, sir.

Acheron!
(All Shouting)

Mr. Blakeney, the nine-pounder!

That's it! Fire!

Keep moving, men! Keep moving!

Grenades, ready.
(Shouting Continues)

They're aiming for our hull!

They're going to sink us! Depress the muzzle!

Padeen, train it aft! Together now!

Stay clear!

Fire!

Arm yourselves! We must board them!

Follow me!

(Men Shouting)
Stop there!

No! No!

Now!

Whalers, follow me! Mr. Hogg!
Down below, quickly now!

Albatrosses! Albatrosses, do you hear me?

To the guns! To the guns!

Boyle, douse that gun's priming!

Lively, lads! Come on! Move!

Now, do your worst!
(Yelling)

No, no, no, monsieur. Please...

(Speaking French)

- Mr. Howard.
- Sir!

- Have they struck their colours?
- I believe so, sir.

- Is the captain inside?
- Not yet, sir.

- Carry on.
- Aye, sir.

(Speaking French)
- The Captain?
- In the infirmary

- Docteur? Docteur?
- Oui.

Docteur De Vigny, monsieur.

I did what I could for him.

Before the Capitaine died,
he said I was to give you this.

No. I will do it.

Can you help me?

All: Our Father, who art in heaven...

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done...

on Earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread...

and forgive us our trespasses...

as we forgive those
who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation...

but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom...

the power and the glory,
forever and ever.

Amen.

"Robert Gardner, able seaman;

"James Lloyd, boatswain's mate;

"Robert Kemp, able seaman;

"John Antonio, quartermaster's mate;

"Michael Doudle, able seaman;

"Joseph Nagle, carpenter's mate,

"John Allen, sailing master;

"Peter Miles Calamy...

"lieutenant.

"We therefore commit
their bodies to the deep...

"to be turned into corruption...

"looking for the resurrection of the body
when the sea shall give up her dead...

"and the life of the one to come...

"through our Lord Jesus Christ.

Amen."

(Wry Chuckle)

It's our old friend.

(Writing)

(Man Shouting, Indistinct)

Man 2: Steady there! Mind your business!

There! Thank you!

(Chattering)

So, the whalers are all aboard, and that's
the last detachment of the marines.

Good, good.

I think I shall return to the Galápagos.

Take on some food and water and give
the doctor a few days to find his bird.

Very good, sir.

You, however, shall take the Acheron
south to Valparaiso.

Parole the prisoners there, refit as necessary,
and we shall rendezvous in Portsmouth.

I believe, uh, Mr. Hogg would be
a good choice for sailing master.

However, that will be your decision,
Captain Pullings.

Your orders.

- Thank you, sir.
- Godspeed, Tom.

And to you, sir.

- Mr. Mowett.
- With pleasure, sir.

- Good luck to you.
- See you in Portsmouth.

- Congratulations, Tom.
- Mowett: Huzzah for Captain Pullings!

- Hip, hip...
- All: Huzzah!

- Hip, hip...
- All: Huzzah!

- Hip, hip...
- All: Huzzah!

- Blakeney: Good luck, sir.
- Man: Good luck, Captain.

Come up half a fathom
on the main topgallant sheet!

Nicely done.

♫ (Violin Tuning Up) ♫

- Here we go again.
- Jack: Killick. Killick there.

Which it will be ready when it's ready.

I will rest easier when I know
they've reached shore.

So many wounded.

And only that poor,
unfortunate Higgins to tend to them.

Still, he's better than no doctor at all.

I met their doctor. I spoke to him.

- No, he died of fever months ago.
- Le Vigny?

Eh!

Ah.

- Pass the word for Mr. Mowett.
- Aye, sir.

- Mr. Mowett to the great cabin.
- Their doctor gave me this sword.

- Sir.
- Mr. Mowett, change of course.

Southeast by east.
We will intercept the Acheron...

and we will escort them into Valparaiso.

Aye, sir.

Southeast by east.

- And William?
- Sir?

- Beat to quarters.
- Very good, sir.

"Subject to the requirements
of the service."

Ah.

Well, Stephen, the bird's flightless?

- Yes.
- It's not going anywhere.

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♫ (Drums Beating) ♫

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