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- Land, ho!

- Where away?

- Right off the port bow.

She's a British Man of War.

(cannon roaring)
(water splashing)

- Helm, starboard, portways, take us back.

- Come come, Captain.

You have Englishmen aboard.

Would you be so good
as to muster your men?

- As Master of this ship, I'll not stand

for the impressment of American seamen.

- You have exactly three minutes

before we blow you out of the water.

Line up your men.

- Muster the crew.

- Your name?

- Edward Jones.

You were born in Liverpool, weren't you?

- Aye, but I'm an American.

I've lived in Boston for over 20-

- Born British, forever British.

That's His Majesty's law.

(splashing)

(guns firing)

(horse hooves clopping)

- We cannot, as a nation and free peoples,

stand idly by while
American sailors are dragged

from their ships and impressed
into British service,

never to see their families
or loved ones again.

The ocean that washes
these freedom loving shores

was meant to be free.

God created it that way.

And the right to sail upon
it should be limited only

by the skilled and the daring and the men

who venture upon its teeth.

But what is the situation today?

At this very hour, a British
fleet lurks outside our harbor,

impressing our seamen,
commandeering our cargoes.

(bell ringing)

- Gentlemen, I must interrupt to bring you

a message of extreme importance

from the Congress of the United States.

As of yesterday, June 18,
1812, between this country

and the United Kingdom of Great Britain,

a state of war exists.

(crowd cheering)
(military drum music)

- Mr. Parsons, I must ask you

for the fastest ship out of Salem.

- Ask Captain Marshall to
come to my office, please.

-Yes sir.

(crowd chattering)

- Captain Marshall, Mr. Parsons would

like to have a word with you.

He says it's urgent.

- Thank you for saying it, mate.

- Hello, Caleb.

- Thank you for coming, Jim.

Colonel Rogers, this is Captain Marshall.

- How do you do, sir?

- Good evening, sir.

- The Colonel rode all
the way from New York.

- Rode? I flew.

There was daylight between me

and that saddle most of the way.

Mr. Parsons tells me you're
the master of a fast ship.

- Caleb should know.

He built her.

- Jim, how soon could the Concord
be made ready for the sea?

- 24 hours.

Why?

- A group of French citizens have arranged

to lend us 10 million in gold.

Money is all that's needed to build

a fleet to fight the British.

President Madison has ordered us

to send a ship to Le Havre to get it.

- Why don't the French deliver it to us?

- At the moment, France is
not at war with England.

This is a private loan,
subscribed by French citizens.

Their government dare defend the British

by allowing a French
ship to carry the gold.

- Can you do it?

- There's a British fleet

sitting off Salem harbor right now.

- And the French coast will be blockaded

by the time you get there.

- I'm not worried about
getting in, Colonel.

It's getting back with 10
million in gold bullion.

That's a big risk.

- It's a risk that must be taken, Jim.

It can mean the difference

between winning and losing the war.

Now what about it?

- We might be able to do it,
with the help of one man.

You better get the council

in here before I mention his name.

(upbeat music)

(crowd chattering)

(woman laughing)

- I'll play, I'll play, don't
worry, there's my money.

- Make your play, come on, come on, huh

(chattering)

(laughing)

(knocking)

- Jim!

Jim Marshall, well, it can't be, man.

I heard you'd been sunk with all hands.

I cried, man.

The room was awash with my tears.

Oh, ladies, allow me to
present Captain Jim Marshall,

who can carry more sail,
and in rougher weather,

than any master afloat.

- Don't forget who taught me, Ben.

- That's right, Jim.

Teacher and pupil, eh?

- If you'd arrived a minute earlier

there'd have been a girl for you.

- Suppose you scatter these
seagulls from your rigging.

I'd like to talk to you seriously.

- You'll have to go, ladies.

He's going to scold me.

You know, I didn't tell you before,

it's a dark family secret,
but Captain Marshall is,

really my grandfather.

Now, say goodbye to him.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Who do they remind you of, Jim?

- Nobody I know of.

Why?

- Look again.

Can't you see the likeness?

- To whom?

- Why, to Leslie, who else?

Clarice here has her eyes.

Margot, see the fine nose and the brow?

They're Leslie's.

And Myrtle, the throat and shoulders.

Identical.

(painting clattering)
(somber music)

- Good night, ladies.

You still haven't forgotten her, Ben.

- I forgot her four years
ago when she left me.

I only keep her portrait to remind me

how well I've forgotten her.

What'd you want to see me about?

- We're at war, Ben.

- So that's what all that
noise and shouting was about.

- They've commissioned my ship

to run the British blockade.

I can't do it without your help.

- I haven't had a deck
under my feet for two years.

Nobody wants to trust a ship to a man

who's been cashiered from the Navy,

even if it was the British Navy.

Master of my own ship again.

I bet the town council squealed

when my name came up, didn't it?

What did you tell them, Jim,

that I know the tactics
of His Majesty's Navy

as well as Nelson himself?

- That and more, Ben.

- To be sure you did, Jim.

Well, when do we sail?

What's our destination?

- The Concord's loading now.

We leave at daybreak for Le Havre.

We're picking up something.

- To France?

- Is Leslie still there?

- Yes, she's in Paris.

- There might be a chance
for you to see her, Ben.

There's just one thing.

You won't be going as ship's master.

You'll have to sail as my first officer.

- I see.

I'm sorry, I misunderstood.

Under the circumstances, I must refuse.

- Ben, I'd have been
proud to serve under you.

But the council wouldn't hear of it.

- Remind the council for me
that I was a captain at 22,

the youngest commander of a
ship in His Majesty's Navy.

It's a little late for me to
be taking first officer berth.

- Ben, this country gave you
refuge when you needed it most.

It needs your help now.

You can't refuse.

- Very well, Jim.

I'll go on two conditions.

You give me time to see
Leslie when I get to France,

and I want the right to
pick my own gun crew.

We'll not get through this
without a fight, you know.

- Permission granted, Mr. Waldridge.

- Thank you, Captain.

- We sail with the tide tomorrow night.

Get your crew and stow your gear aboard.

- The crew's below, all I
have to do is sober them up.

As for my gear...

First Officer Benjamin
Waldridge reporting, sir.

(upbeat music)
(chattering)

- Hook, where are you?

Sykes, Redlegs, Feversham.

Hook, you're drunk.

No sir, the grog's not yet been brewed

that can unsober the old Hook.

Line the men up, I want to talk to them.

- Aye, aye, sir.

All right, you men, on your feet!

Mr. Redlegs, you're drunk!

I'm real disappointed in you.

All right, fall in over there.

All right, you lubbers, on your feet!

(sailors chattering)

The captain wants to talk to you.

- All right, all right.

- Get in, go on!

Master, gunner and crew
ready and able for duty, sir.

It's a pleasure to see you can
still enjoy yourselves, men.

But now we have business to attend to.

Business that'll take you
off the beach for awhile.

(crew grumbling)

Have them aboard the Concord
at Derby Wharf within an hour,

and sober enough to meet

their new commander, Captain Marshall.

- You're not going with us, Captain?

- I'm sailing as first
officer in charge of gun crew.

Any further questions?

- You're second in command, Captain?

- You heard me.

You're in charge, Hook.

Gear the men up and get them aboard.

- Aye, aye, sir.

All right, boys, to the ship.

And them that's tardy'll
feel the weight of this.

(crowd chattering)

- What's he up to?

- Huh?

- Second in command?

That's not like Waldridge.

And who is this goody two
shoes, Captain Marshall?

- Now ain't you the
suspicious one, Mr. Redlegs.

Don't the Captain always take good care

of his old shipmates?

I tell you, it don't add up straight.

- I say trust the Captain.

He makes more sense
crazy drunk than most men

does sane and sober.

- Something's fishy and I
don't mean the finny kind.

A blockade to run and no
mention of destination or cargo.

- If the Captain's got something up,

he'll let us know sooner or later.

In the meantime, stow
that talk and turn to.

♪ Do with a drunken sailor ♪

♪ What do you do with a drunken sailor ♪

♪ Early in the morning ♪

♪ Oo rye and up she rises ♪

♪ Oo rye and up she rises ♪

♪ Oo rye and up she rises ♪

♪ Early in the morning ♪

♪ Put him in the cellar with
the old black cauldron ♪

♪ Put him in the cellar with
the old black cauldron ♪

♪ Put him in the cellar with
the old black cauldron ♪

♪ Early in the morning ♪

♪ Oo rye and up she rises ♪

♪ Oo rye and up she rises ♪

♪ Oo rye and up she rises ♪

♪ Early in the morning ♪

- There it is.

Move it down there, Hook.

- What do you make of
this contraption here?

- Why, ain't you never
heard the Captain speak

of his submersible?

- Oh, yes, I have, but I
thought it was the grog

that was talking.

You mean this wooden tub
can travel under the water?

- Like a runaway mackerel.

Two men sits inside and works

these here propellers with foot pedals.

They breathe through
them long pipes there.

- It's against nature, Hook.

Wild seahorses couldn't drag
me inside that devil's coffin.

Sail underneath the water indeed.

Why, it's un-Christian.

- Captain Marshall,
boarding's completed, sir.

Fog couldn't be thicker
if we'd ordered it.

- We mustn't lose this tide, shove off.

No lights to be shone,
no bells to be sounded.

We'll try and drift through them.

- Aye, sir.

- And Mr. Hackett, not
a sound out of anyone.

I'll log the first man jack
that so much as whispers.

(somber music)

- No smell of British yet.

- In this fog, they'll
stand well off cape end.

(bell ringing)

That's a British ship, no doubt of it.

- Lead helm, quarter point.

Steady, sir.

Mr. Hackett, post all men to shrouds.

Have them ready-make full
sail when I give the word.

Warn them to be silent, every
sound carries in this fog.

- Captain, there's a large
ship approaching toward us

just off the starboard bow.

- Helm, hard down.

- Helm, hard down.

- Sheets and braces there, belay.

(bell ringing)

We'll have to run for it, Ben.

- I know that ship, we're
hopelessly outgunned.

- What about that
underwater craft of yours?

- Oh, they'd be on us before
we had time to launch it.

I've an idea of how to
cripple it without a fight.

She's directly abeam, about 100 yards.

You'll hear her directly
when you're in the water.

Make straight for the rudder.

You can swim faster than she's moving.

You'll be sure to wait for me, Captain?

- We'll sound the bell
once after the explosion.

- That'll do it.

- Good luck.

- Thank you.

(dramatic music)

- Ahoy!

What's your business?

- Answer that, Ben.

- British sloop Mermaid,

Captain Cavanaugh with
supplies from Canada.

What ship is that?

- (indistinct) frigate, war-type.

Captain Madison!

Ahoy there!

I'll bring you up!

(bell ringing)

- Don't sound it again.

(bell ringing)

- Sound the (indistinct).

Lay two and be identified.

- Come on up here.

- Ship close on the starboard beam, sir.

- How many ships?

Boatswain, throw away the long boat.

- Away (indistinct)!

(spark is hissing)

(explosion roaring)

- Did it!

(cheering)

- The lookout has just

spotted three British ships off the stern.

- They'll close formation and box us in.

Full sail and hold her close.

You have your orders Mr. Potter.

- Excuse me, sir.

Captain Marshall is in command.

- We can't stay here, Jim.

- We gotta wait for our man.

Sound the bell once.

- But you'll be giving our position away.

- I gave my word, Ben.

- But we've got to get away from here.

- One bell.

(bell ringing)

- You're jeopardizing the entire mission.

- Everything is ready to move, sir.

- There's Redlegs now, throw him a line.

Mr. Hackett, full sail.

Course north, lay it close.

- Aye, sir.

(dramatic music)

- Well done, Redlegs.

- Thank you, Captain.

Thank you for waiting for me.

- Take him below, see to his cuts.

- Aye, sir.

- Jim, if I may so, that
was a stupid risk to take.

- Under the circumstances,
I felt it was necessary.

- But the entire mission was at stake.

You jeopardized the ship
and its crew for one man.

- I gave my word.

He risked his life.

- But this is war, man.

- Even war doesn't relieve
us of our responsibilities

to our fellow man.

- But...

- Let's leave it that way, shall we?

- Come on below, we'll chart a course.

(soaring orchestral music)

- What's she making?

- 14 knots.

- She's a fast one.

- You men can turn in.

- Anybody talk to Waldridge yet?

- No, why?

- The whisper is we're bound for France.

- Well, that's logical.

- A secret mission in wartime?

Sailing without cargo?

Don't you want to know why?

- Not especially.

- I know how to find out.

- How?

- The Captain's cabin is directly below.

Hang over the side and have a look,

and I'll give you a
whistle if anyone comes.

- What about one

of these little fishing villages here?

- You're right.

- After getting through the
British fleet at Le Havre,

our biggest worry will be
getting this gold bullion aboard.

- Can't hide 10 million gold

in your pockets, you know.

- We'll worry about
that when we come to it.

(tense music)

- What is it?

What did you hear?

- 10 million in gold bullion.

- Gold bullion, where?

We're picking it up in France.

I heard it with my own two ears.

- 10 millions, wait
till the boys hear this.

- Let's not be too hasty, Mr. Redlegs.

We can tell the boys anytime.

First, we ought to have a
little chat with the Captain.

If he wants to play square
with us, well, good.

But if he dupes us?

- Captain.

- What is this?

If you two men want to see me,

why don't you come to my cabin?

- Beg your pardon, Captain.

It might look a bit suspicious,

what with that Captain
Marshall bobbing in and out.

Hook and me knows our place.

Don't we, Hook?

- That we does indeed, sir.

Nothing like the Navy to
teach a man his proper place.

- What are you two getting at?

- Hook and me has it
figured like this, Captain.

Should there be any
trouble in the quarterdeck

before this voyage is finished,

we'd like you to know whose side we're on.

And that goes for the
others and the gun crew too.

- What makes you think

there'll be trouble on the quarterdeck?

- Two captains is bad
luck for any ship, sir?

- And 10 millions in gold.

Anything can happen when
there's gold aboard ship, sir.

- How many of you know about this?

- Only me and Redlegs, sir, that's all.

- If you mention this to anyone,

I'll have you out for
conniving and mutiny,

do you understand?

- You can trust us, sir.

Never a whisper.

Not even to my own mother.

- Quiet as the grave.

- Five millions.

Five millions,

divided by two, three,
four, six, seven, eight.

Eight, oh, oh!

- Hey, stand away, give him air.

Can't you see the man's
sailing uncharted waters.

Give him air to breathe in there.

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five-

- What is it you need, matey?

Can I help you?

- Hook, lift up my feet.

I'll need my toes to mathematic this out.

- Here, use these, no hook.

Good as five fingers any day.

- Ha, I never mathematic'd
in the millions before.

- All hands on deck, you lubbers!

Mate says all hands aloft to take in sail.

- That's ordinary seaman's work.

Let the ordinary seamen tend to it.

- I'll deliver your message to the mate.

He'll have an answer
for you too, with a cat!

- Eh, we'll go aloft.

It's best not to attract
any attention to ourselves.

Besides, we wouldn't
want anything to happen

to the ship now, would we mateys?

(laughing)

(somber orchestral music)

- You sure you don't want some of the crew

to go ashore with you, sir?

Captain Waldridge and I
will manage by ourselves.

If we're not back by Friday
midnight, send as many crewmen

as you Can spare.

Tell them to inquire at the
mayor's house in Le Havre.

- Aye, sir.

- Just the two of them
to fetch all that gold?

- I can't figure it.

You think we can trust Waldridge?

- The captain needs us.

Can't take the ship without us.

Don't worry, Redlegs.

- I'm not worried about Waldridge.

It's that goody two
shoes Captain Marshall.

He may talk soft, but
he's tough underneath.

- Wait 'til he runs up against this.

The Hook will soften him.

- Aye.

(bell ringing)

- Any sign of them yet?

- Not a speck.

- 84 hours, they should've
been back by now.

- Muster a longboat crew.

We'll have to go to Le Havre.

That was Captain's orders.

Take a couple of Waldridge's gunners.

They'll come in handy if there's trouble.

- Any of Waldridge's gun crew here?

(laughing)

- Mr. Potter, the high and mighty gun crew

of Captain Waldridge.

They won't even associate
with us common seamen.

- Won't even eat with us.

- Oh, they're a dainty lot.

- Well, where are they?

- Soon as they're relieved of duty,

they jump below to gamble.

- Gamble, what with?

- I've seen them bet a thousand
gold on the turn of a card.

- They take it serious, too.

- Redlegs keeps an account

of who's winning and who's losing.

- They must be getting into the grog.

Andrews, go below.

Fetch Hook and some of his
men to man the longboat.

- You wishes to see me, Mr. Feversham?

- First I'll double my wager.

5,000 gold sovereigns.

- Mark it down, 5,000 gold sovereigns.

And now Mr. Feversham,
I'll double you, 10,000!

- What have I got due me in the book?

- Your original share was 100,000.

You're now down to 50,000.

- 10,000 more.

- You can't do it.

- Why can't I, it's my gold.

It was agreed that no
man could gamble away

more than half his share.

- Otherwise, you might
lose interest in taking

part in a small mutiny.

- I don't want to hear
that ugly word spoke again.

- What makes you so
sure we'll get the gold?

(wood creaking)

(clattering)

- Was you looking for
something, Mr. Andrews?

- Was you eavesdropping, Mr. Andrews?

That's not nice.

- I didn't hear a thing.

- The Hook here says you heard every word.

- We can't let him go, let's cut him in.

- Would you like to come
in with us, Mr. Andrews?

- Sure, sure, I'll go along with you.

- But Hook, the shares are so even.

I'll have to mathematic
them all over again.

- I won't talk, you can trust me.

I won't say a word.

- What brought you down below?

- I was just thirsty, that's all.

- Drink!

(water splashing)

Drink!

(screaming)
(splashing)

(burbling)

And now, Mr. Feversham, before
we was so rudely interrupted,

you was wagering what?

- It's your game, Hook.

- Yeah.

He'll be washed overboard tonight.

(thudding)

- All hands on deck!

- Let's go.

(dramatic music)

- It's them, they're being overtaken.

Hook, clear away a gun.

- Aye!

(gun firing)

- They're gaining on us.

- Why don't they cover it?

(gun firing)

Get down there, sir!

- Up!

(cannon roaring)
(cannonball splashing)

All right, boys, hurry it up.

(gun firing)

Compressor point, hurry!

- Up!

(cannon roaring)

- Hey, that did it!

(cheering)

- It must be in the chests.

- Aye, the chests.

- Rig a hoist, get that boat aboard.

Stow the anchor and the cable marker.

- Aye, sir.

- That was a close squeeze, ma'am.

You all right?

Get her below, Ben.

- My trunk, are they all right?

- The men will bring it aboard.

- Drag, and make full sail.

Set a course south by west.

Stay close to the shore line.

Our friends may be back.

- Aye, sir.

(somber music)

- Oh, my darling.

I can't.

- Leslie, Leslie.

How often I've spoken that name,

and you weren't there to answer.

- You know what I thought
when those English agents

were firing on us?

I thought we were going to die,

but at least we'll die together.

- Don't ever leave me again, Leslie.

- Never again.

I'm so proud of you.

This is such a beautiful ship.

We'll be able to start all over again.

Make a new life for ourselves in America.

- We're getting underway,
I better go up on deck.

- I'd better change my dress.

When next you see me,
I shall be so beautiful

you won't recognize me.

(knocking)

- Excuse me, I'll need you on deck

to help with the navigation.

- I'll be right up.

If we stay close in, they may not spot us.

- It'll be a miracle if they don't.

The coast's alive with British agents.

I want to thank you, ma'am.

We'd never reach the people
we had to without your help.

I regret having to bring you aboard.

As soon as it's safe
we'll lower a longboat

and have you returned.

- I expect Captain
Waldridge hasn't had time

to tell you, Mr. Marshall,

but I'm not going ashore.

I'm making the trip with you.

- That's impossible, ma'am.

As soon as it's safe we'll have-

- Jim, with the British squadron
breathing down our necks,

I think our first concern-

- Just a minute.

Since when does Captain Waldridge

take orders from his first officer?

- I'm sorry, ma'am.

I'm in command of this
ship, not Captain Waldridge.

- On this voyage, I
volunteered as first officer.

- Why didn't you tell me in Le Havre?

- Jim, if you put Leslie ashore,

you'll have to put me ashore with her.

- I'll hold you by force, if necessary.

- It will be necessary.

- You'll please get ready, ma'am.

(door closing)

(somber music)

So the mighty Captain
Waldridge is now taking orders

from a school boy.

- Leslie, it was the only
way I could get to see you.

- And what of the great new
life we were going to have?

On what?

A first officer's pay?

Go ahead, have a drink,
Captain Waldridge, have two.

Drown your sorrows like a common seaman,

but it won't wash down
the lies you told me.

- I did it because I love you.

- Was it love back there in Le Havre

when you talked like King Midas?

Millions, you had!

Have another drink, maybe
it'll refresh your memory.

- Please, Leslie, you've said enough.

- Have I, for you, perhaps.

Not for me.

I'm getting off this boat
and out of your life forever.

- Go ahead.

This time, I won't try and stop you.

(door thudding)

(knocking)

- Go away!

- Brung your trunks down for you, ma'am.

- Well, you can take them right
back up again, I'm leaving.

Didn't you hear me?

I said take them back on deck.

- Aren't you going to open them, ma'am?

You can trust us, ma'am.

Close as that to Captain Waldridge we are.

- Get out of here before
I have you both flogged.

- I wouldn't call if I was you, ma'am.

You have a pretty throat.

I'd hate to have it catch
on the hook accidental like.

Let's open them up, Redlegs.

We'll see for ourselves.

(dramatic music)

- You're insane, both of you!

- We're bilked, I knew it.

- A thousand years of the blackest luck.

You must have brought
it on board with you.

Where is it?

You wouldn't have sailed without it.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

Where is what?

- The gold, 10 millions of it.

The gold we made this blasted trip for.

- 30 that's what he was talking about.

- Then you do know about it.

- Of course.

I thought it was only talk.

- If it's not in the trunks, where is it?

- Well, it must be on board.

They got whatever they went ashore for.

I heard them say so.

Did you lose an anchor on the way across?

What did you do with the
one you brought aboard?

- Stowed in the forward locker.

- Can we see it?

- We can try, but it isn't
a place for a lady to go.

- If that anchor's what I think it is,

I can forget I'm a lady.

(tense, eerie orchestral music)

(wood rattling)

Gold!

10 million in gold.

You're dirty, and you smell of tar

and haven't shaved for weeks,

but I think I love you both!

- Being a true seafaring man,

anchors has always been my weakness.

(lips smacking)

(laughing)

- Change course.

West by south, quarter south.

- West by south, quarter south, sir.

- I'm sorry about Leslie, Ben.

Everything happens for
the best in this best

of all possible worlds.

Maybe she can join you later.

- Leslie will do what's best for Leslie.

She's preparing to return to Paris now.

- Lights off the starboard bow,

low down on the horizon!

- There goes another beacon.

They've got us spotted, all right.

- They're signaling the British squadron.

We'd better head south,
where there's plenty

of room to run for it.

(whistle blowing)

- Go below, Ben, and chart us a course.

Keep us a close as you
can to the shoreline.

Maybe we can lose them by daybreak.

(knocking on door)

-Yes?

- Ben?

Ben, I've looked all
over the place for you.

- The first officer of
the ship's a busy man.

- I'm sorry, Ben, I've hurt you.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to, it was
just the disappointment.

We had such wonderful
plans together for America.

Won't you forgive me, Ben?

Please.

- That's unimportant.

I was wrong.

I have no right to ask
you to love a failure.

- I'll not hear you say that.

You're not a failure.

You're my captain.

Oh, we've had such wonderful dreams

and plans for the future.

I want to help you make
those dreams come true.

- It's too late.

Marshall's going to put you ashore

at the first safe moment.

- Hm, Darling, you underestimate women.

Captain Marshall is at a disadvantage.

Now, if you were captain of this ship,

and I asked you very prettily
not to put me ashore,

could you refuse me?

Your prisoner has escaped, Captain.

- Not my prisoner, only my guest, ma'am.

- Oh, is it American politeness

to order their guests from the house?

Set them down where their
enemies can destroy them?

- The responsibility of this ship,

its crew, and a very important
mission are in my hands.

I have to guard against all hazards.

- Am I such a hazard?

- The ship in wartime is
hardly the place for a woman.

- A woman's place in war or out
is beside the man she loves.

Have you ever loved anyone, Captain?

So much so that every day,
every hour spent apart

from that person isn't living at all?

- I'm very happy for Ben's
sake that you've learned

to care for him so deeply.

He went to pieces pretty badly

when you left him four years ago.

- Because I was wrong four years ago

that I want to be right this time.

He needs me desperately.

You're his friend.

It's in your power to help him.

He's started to drink already.

- I'll arrange for you
to join him in America

when the war is over.

Beyond that, there's nothing I can do.

(foreboding, dramatic music)

- Sail ho!

- Where away?

- Bearing five at the
starboard quarter, sir.

- She's a big one.

She's coming fast.

- Looks like a 74 gun.

- Left, quarter point, steady so.

- Left, quarter point.

- She's The Aurora, fastest
ship in the general fleet.

It couldn't be worse.

- Can we outrun it?

- In this wind?

Not a chance.

- Clear the decks for action.

General quarters there.

- Aye, sir.

- Come on, take a look at the chart.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(cannon firing)

We can't reach open sea.

We've got 10 hours of
daylight ahead of us.

(cannon roaring)

- They got our rigging.

Look here, Jim.

Look at this reef.

Tousaw Shoals, it's called.

It's about four miles south of us.

We're here.

12 years ago, the ship I
commanded struck bottom

here in open water.

Part of an uncharted reef.

I checked every admiralty chart.

They showed 12 fathoms,
but I hit bottom at three.

I suggest that we head for the shoals

then turn suddenly as
if striking out to sea.

The Aurora will cut
across to intercept us.

Our only hope is if we get through

and she sticks on the reef.

- Will The Aurora draw enough
water to strike bottom?

- Well, a ship of her class draws

about 18 feet, probably more.

We're drawing less than 12.

- We've got to risk it.

I'll have a leadsman take us down there-

- It's closing fast, sir!

(cannon roaring)
(wood clattering)

- Get that bow down out of action,

or she'll never make the shoals.

Mr. Potter!

Make this one count, Hook, we'll all hang.

(cannon firing)

All on this.

Pray, you lubbers.

(cannon roaring)

(laughing)
(cheering)

Good work, Hook!

- Five the mark!

(man yelling)

- Heading for shoal water, Captain.

- I know.

- We'll be beached.

- Hold your course.

- By the deep, four!

- We have about five minutes,

then she'll be close enough
to hit us with the broadside.

(tense orchestral music)

- And a half four!

By the deep, three!

- The Aurora can't get through here.

- Can we?

(dramatic music)

- It stuck!

(shouting)

- She's over.

- She's almost on us.

In another minute she'll
be within broadside range.

- Mr. Hackett, bring her about.

- Helm, hard down!

Helm, hard down!

- Braces intact, back your consoles.

(ship scraping)
(wood clattering)

- Lighten the ship!

Over the side with the guns.

They're no good to us now.

- Over with it.

Every pound counts.

Loosen the gun shackles.

Let her go in the next row.

Her own weight will carry her over.

- Aye, and us with it!

- Goodbye baby!
- Round clear!

(wood clattering)

(screaming)

(shouting)

(splashing)

- Haul away!

- We're over the reef, hold her so!

- Hold her so!

(cannons firing)

- If she stays on course,

she'll be on the reef
before she can fire again.

(wood crunching)

(cheering)

- May I propose a toast
to our very beautiful

and charming guest, who once and for all

dispels the ancient lie

that a woman aboard ship brings bad luck.

- Hear, hear.

I accept your gallant tribute, Captain,

in the name of all women.

To the success of our venture.

- Now it's my turn.

But instead of a toast, it
becomes my unpleasant duty

to reprimand Captain Marshall.

Today, he did a very foolish thing.

At the risk of losing his ship

and his own life, he saved mine.

Captain Marshall, the action

you took today to save one
crew member was unwarranted.

However, all I can say is thank you, Jim.

- The reprimand is acknowledged,

but the thanks are out of order, Ben.

You'd have done the same for me.

- Would I? I wonder.

- Ben, there may be some doubt
in your mind, but believe me,

there's none in mine.

(bell ringing)

- Starboard watch on deck.

- I'm afraid that's me.

I'll you'll excuse me.

I'll leave you two to carry on.

(tense music)

- You've grown very fond
of Captain Marshall,

haven't you, Ben?

- Why not?

He reminds me of my youth.

Once I too had plans for the future.

The admiralty used to say
I'd command a fleet one day.

- That was yesterday.

I'm thinking of tomorrow and lots

of tomorrows for you and me.

- Here's to tomorrow.

- You mustn't let friendship
interfere with you plans.

- You mentioned plans once before.

Just what plans are you referring to?

- Oh, don't be allusive, my darling.

All those golden promises
you made to me in Paris.

I'm going to hold you to them.

Don't you think it was
a little bit strange

that I didn't go ashore?

I found out about the anchor.

(dramatic music)

- Who told you?

- Your Mr. Hook isn't
as secretive as you are.

- I'll stretch his neck for this.

- Well, let's not be hasty.

We may need his help.

- Leslie, I admit I did
consider such a plan,

but I'm not going through with it.

- What made you change your mind.

Have you grown soft?

- I've grown tired of
living under a cloud,

being known at every port

as the captain who stole a ship's

payroll to pay a woman's debts.

This voyage will give me a new chance.

The United States trusts me.

Once back in Salem, I'll have recognition.

We can start a new life there.

- Are you blind?

Recognition of who?

Captain Marshall's in
command of this ship.

He's the hero of this mission.

You're only the first officer.

He'll get everything, you'll get nothing.

- There's honor enough for everyone.

Jim will share with me, I know he will.

- Haven't you enough sense to
know when you're being used?

Could he have succeeded without you?

Who saved the ship for him back there

when the British had him trapped?

- And who saved my life?

- Was it worth saving, Ben?

You said yourself you
couldn't live without me.

Well, I can't live without the things

that make a woman's life worth living.

Take your choice, Ben.

10 million in gold and me or nothing?

- It's madness.

- The only mad thing would
be to give up without trying.

You had a plan once, you
must go through with it.

That's in the fire now, Ben.

The Hook has told the others.

They're awaiting your commands.

It's too late to stop them now.

= If we should fail,

hanging isn't a pretty death, my Leslie.

- We've waited too long for such a chance

to talk of failure now.

- I'll go find Hook.

- We'll be at the Azores tomorrow night.

I say we take the ship right there.

- We still have most
of the ocean to cross.

Should we meet a British
ship or run into a gale,

we'd be short handed.

- I don't like this stalling, Captain.

- And I don't like this interference.

Either we do it my way or not at all.

- What's your plan, Captain?

- We'll proceed this way.

Marshall will sail from the
Azores following this route.

At this point he'll change course

and pick up the Northeast trades to Salem.

There's only one logical
place to take over the ship.

This is it.

- That makes good sense to me.

- How are you disposing of the anchor?

- We'll melt it down and
use brokers in Havana.

- And what happens to Captain Marshall?

- You leave Marshall to me.

Anything else?

- Come on, Hook.

We stood with Captain Waldridge before.

I stand with him now.

You better do the same.

- Agreed.

- Get back to your watch.

- We're 150 miles from the Bahamas.

We better to change
course and proceed north.

I'll hold our present course
'til midnight, then change.

We've got a stark wind
with us that's not losing.

- Five days we'll be off Salem harbor.

Ah, it'll be good to be back, Ben.

- Yeah.

- You know, something
has been bothering me.

- What's that?

- Well, you've done your share, Ben.

It should have been a joint command.

When we ride into Salem harbor

that's the way I want it to be.

- I can't accept.

- I insist, Ben.

- Excuse me, Captain.

The divot's jammed on
one of the deck guns.

Maybe you'd better have a look at it.

- I won't have it any other way, Ben.

- See how you feel about it tomorrow.

(tense orchestral music)

- Where's she jammed?

- Nothing's jammed, sir.

- Everything's shipshape, Captain.

We're nearing the Bahamas.

When do we change our course?

- Eight bells.

- It'll be dark tonight.

- What's the signal?

- I'll give it to you.

- Give it to us now, Captain.

- At eight bells, I take the watch.

That's the signal.

- Good enough.

- Ben?

- Leave me be, Leslie.

- We've only got a few minutes.

- I know.

- Then what are you worrying about?

- Men are well armed.

It'll go like clockwork.

- I know.

- You won't be sorry, Ben.

With this ship we can sail to
the far east, to Singapore.

With the gold we can buy
ourselves a new future.

One night's work and it's all ours, Ben.

(bell ringing)

- Hurry, Ben.

- Let's go.

(dark, foreboding music)

(dramatic music)

- On deck, Captain!

Quick, there's a mutiny!

- Hold a course, half east.

- Half east.

(body thudding)

- Captain Waldridge,
your men are on mutiny!

(gun firing)

- Ben, call off your men or I'll shoot!

- Sykes, hold her so.

- Ben, what have you done?

- Take him below.

(men chattering)

- (sighs) This is better than grog, huh?

(laughing)

- Aye, we must have a stock in this.

- Sykes, you look like a real gentleman.

(tense music)

- Come in, Leslie.

Meet your new ship's officers.

- Get them out of here, Ben.

Please!

- You heard the lady.

Back to the full sail, both of you, go on!

- You too.

- Me? I'm second mate now.

- You are, are you?

- First Officer Hook, your
humble servant, your ladyship.

- I don't think your men
impressed the lady, Hook.

- They're good boys, Captain.

Just a little excited, that's all.

I'll keep them under control.

Chuck the grog overboard.

I want every man sober.

And collect all the firearms

and lock them back in the armory.

And rig a flogging post and the first man

that breaks an order gets 20 lashes.

Hop to it.

- Aye, sir.

(tense music)

- What have you done with Marshall?

- He's in irons.

- And the crew?

- They're in irons too, down in the hole.

- What are you gonna do with them later?

- When we get to Havana,
I'll release them.

- And Marshall?

- He'll get the same
treatment as the others.

- He's not the same as the others.

They've only lost their
freedom for a little while.

He's lost his ship.

He'll never forget.

- Are you suggesting I kill him?

- Let him live, he'll kill you.

- Mm, he'll have to find us first.

We'll be on the other side of the world.

- He'll never give up
until he does find you.

You know that as well as I do.

- I'll take my chances.

- Hook and the others,
they're not squeamish.

If you don't kill him, I think they will.

- Just checking to see if Captain Marshall

was comfortable, sir.

(door closing)

- Go ahead, Ben.

Get it over with.

(gun clicking)

What are you waiting for?

- I want no witnesses!

(clattering)

Get out that port.

Here's a compass.

You're 50 miles from
shore, west, northwest.

There's a plank, there's a paddle.

You've one chance in a thousand, take it.

From now on we're even.

(wood clattering)

(splashing)

- You just hanged yourself, Ben.

(splashing)

(clattering)

(gun firing)

(dramatic music)

- I beg your pardon for ever
having doubted you, Captain.

(soaring, dramatic music)

(seagull squawking)

- Hey, Pete!

Hey, Joe, go get Pa.

(coughs)

- Where am I?

- You be near Buford, Georgia.

- How long?

- Oh, almost a week now.

- I've been unconscious all that time?

- You'd rouse and rave a
little, then fall sleep.

We notified the Navy like you said.

Now now, lad.

You've got to rest.

You're in no condition to move.

- Hey Pa, they're coming!

(upbeat orchestral music)

- Are you Captain James Marshall?

-Yes.

- Of the American ship Concord?

- Yes, sir.

- I have orders to bring you
before a board of inquiry

in the shortest time possible.

(somber music)

- Captain, while we argue,

Waldridge is slipping away with the gold.

- I've got my orders, Captain Marshall.

Are you suggesting that I disobey them?

- I'm suggesting you
save 10 million in gold.

There's only one place
Waldridge can dispose of it.

Brokers in Havana.

- He's probably there already.

- He'd have to stop at some island

in order to melt the anchor down.

- But he's had a week on us.

Half that time would be
spent melting the gold down.

Besides, his crew is short handed.

If we set about now we can intercept him.

- What do you think, Mr. Stone?

- Washington's been burned by the British.

We need that gold desperately.

- What have we got to lose, sir?

I beg of you, set about now.

It may mean the winning of the war.

- Set a new course.

South by a quarter west.

- Aye, sir.

- That'll bring her up at Havana.

- Thank you, sir.

(somber orchestral music)

- Ahoy there.

Have you spotted a (indistinct)
breaking these waters?

- Ship with that description

was sighted five days
ago, heading southwest.

- Five days?

That's a tremendous head start.

- Alert the crew.

Proceed at full sail.

If this wind holds, we
still have a chance.

- It'll have to.

Waldridge won't dare
sail into Havana openly.

No broker'll touch that gold

before it's melted down into ingots.

He'll put into an island some place.

- Caribbean is full of little islands.

Like looking for a needle in a haystack.

- Most of them are inhabited.

He'll put into one that isn't.

That's where we'll have to look.

(thunder roaring)

(bright orchestral music)

- Land off the starboard beam!

(anchor clanking)

(splashing)

- Any sign of her?

- She was sighted three
days ago off Lamba Island.

Direct on course to Havana.

- Havana's a two day voyage.

We can never overtake her.

- No, there's still a chance.

The British Man of War Britannica

is guarding the harbor to Havana.

She's an 80 gunner.

Waldridge could never get past her.

- There are dozens of small
bays all along the Cuban coast

she could slip into.

- What do you think Waldridge'll do?

- Lamba.

Lamba's uninhabited.

It'd be good anchorage, an ideal place

for him to melt the
anchor down unobserved.

- Well, it's as good as guess as any.

- Mr. Stone, set course for Lamba.

- Aye, sir.

(dramatic music)

- When did you see this
big ship off Lamba Island?

- Only yesterday.

I got her name, too.

- What was it?

- The Sea Spray.

- First thing Waldridge would do

would be to change her name.

Did you board her?

- They wouldn't let me board her.

I tried to sell them some fish,

but all they wanted was grog.

- Was there an Englishman among them?

- No, but when they
found out I had no grog,

they cussed like a pack of pirates,

especially a big fellow
with a hook on his arm.

Oh, he had a mean tongue.

- That's The Concord, all right.

- There'll be a full moon tonight.

It's going to be difficult
to take her by surprise.

- May not be as difficult as we think.

How much grog have you got aboard?

(somber music)

(metal clanking)

- That's the last of them.

See that it's all stored below proper.

The gold's all aboard, Captain.

We'll be shipshape in about an hour.

- Why didn't you put that fire out?

- Well, it got too big.

It'll burn itself out.

- The Britannica's in these waters.

I want no chances taken.

She may spot us.

Put the fire out.

- We'll be out of here
by eight bells, Captain.

- Not in this calm.

We won't have a breeze until morning tide.

- What's another night with
10 million in the hold?

- I want a strong hand kept on the men.

Don't let up on the discipline.

Post a double watch on
deck and on the prisoners.

- About those prisoners, Captain.

- How long are we gonna carry them?

- We'll drop them
outside of Havana harbor.

- Could drop them here.

- That's an order.

- Aye, sir.

- Where'd you get the cheroot, Hook?

- Compliments of the Captain.

- Yes, when he wasn't looking.

- You insinuating I'm a thief?

- Why, no, Hook.

Everyone knows you've
got a fine character.

- We're all fine characters.
- Yeah.

- You wait 'til we split up our shares.

I'll show you how a gentleman lives.

- Hook, that fisherman
has hauled to again.

- Tell him to go sink himself.

- Says he's got grog.

- Grog?

Keep a weather eye out for the Captain.

- Hmm.

- What are you selling this time?

- You said you wanted grog, it's real.

- Come on up.

- Oh no, I want my money first.

And none of those lead thorns either.

- Will you take gold?

- Aha, gold's my pleasure.

- Fetch him an ingot, a small one.

- It's against Captain's orders, Hook.

- Oh, who's gonna to miss one small ingot?

Get going.

(men chattering)

- Ben.

What's happened to the men?

I had the grog thrown overboard
the night we took the ship.

- Must have hidden some.

♪ Early in the morning ♪

♪ Oo rye and up she rises ♪

♪ Oo rye and up she rises ♪

♪ Oo rye and up she rises ♪

♪ Early in the morning ♪

(crew laughing)

♪ In a town there lived a maid ♪

♪ Mark well what I do say ♪

♪ In a town there lived a maid ♪

♪ And she was mistress (indistinct) ♪

♪ I'll go no more a roving
with you fair maid ♪

♪ A roving, a roving, since
roving's been my ruin ♪

♪ I'll go no more a roving
with you fair maid ♪

(sailors singing drunkenly)

♪ Hanging down ♪»

♪ I'll go no more a roving
with you fair maid ♪

♪ A roving, a roving, since
roving's been my ruin, I ♪

(grog splattering)
(cups clattering)

(wood creaking)

- Look out!

(dramatic music)

- Drop your arms!

(gun firing)

(man shouting)

- Go on, get him!

(men shouting)
(swords clanking)

- En garde!

(gun firing)

(splashing)

(grunting)

(groaning)

(metal clattering)

(groaning)

- Put up your arms, you putrid dogs.

- All right, you scum.

Get in line.

- This all of them?

- All that's still alive, sir.

- Where's Waldridge?

- He went below.

- Come on.

- It's Marshall, he's caught up with us.

- Marshall?

You mean he isn't dead?

Oh, you fool, you idiot!

I told you-
- We have no time

to talk about that now.

We still have a chance, come on.

Call off your men!

Call off your men or I'll blow
this ship all over the ocean.

- Take the men above.

- Aye, sir.

- Unless I have your word Leslie

and I will be set free in the Bahamas-

- I can't do that, Ben.

- You have five seconds to save this ship,

its crew and cargo.

- Ben, if you'll surrender, I promise you

that Leslie'll go free.

No charges will be brought against her.

- Ben, let me go free.

We don't both have to die.

- Your five seconds are up.

- Oh wait, Ben!

- Have you forgotten?

We were going to be together
always, in everything.

You don't want to leave me now, do you?

- Oh, please, Ben, do you love me?

- I do, too much to part
with you, my darling.

- Oh, Ben, please, let me live!

Please, please, I want to live, Ben.

(dramatic music)

(gun firing)

- Captain Marshall, the British!

- The Britannica, sir.

She's driving off The Juniper
and blockading the harbor.

- She'll be sailing in at us next.

- Did you hear, Ben?

A British ship we're saved!

- How long before she gets to us?

- We're in shallow water now,
but the tide's coming fast.

I'd say about three hours.

- You may as well
surrender, Captain Marshall.

- Have the crew stand by,
ready to scuttle the ship.

- Aye, sir.

- No, no!

- The British'll never
take my ship or its cargo.

- Leslie!

(gun firing)

- Potter, get the men off
the ship as soon as you can.

- Aye, sir.

- Guard!

Guard!
- Aye, Captain?

- Did you give Captain
Marshall my message?

- Aye, Captain.

- Well, why doesn't he come?

- He be kind of busy, Captain.

But don't worry, he
won't leave you down here

when he sinks the ship.

But if you get him before it's too late,

he may not have to sink her.

Did you tell him what I said,

that he may not have to scuttle?

- Here he be.

Tell him yourself.

- Oh, Jim!

Jim!

Did the guard tell you?

You've got one chance,
one chance in a hundred

to save your ship.

- I can't make any deals with you, Ben.

- This time you can't help yourself.

That submersible on deck,

it was made for an emergency like this.

If you can get it in operation
while it's still dark,

there's a chance you can
knock out The Britannica.

- We haven't got anybody to run it.

- You've got me, Captain Marshall.

You can't do it without me.

One chance in a hundred,
but if it succeeds,

you've saved your ship,

not to mention 10 million in gold bullion.

What do you say, Jim?

- Guard, open up.

(somber music)

- She's off board!

- Let's go!

- Follow us in.

After the explosion, pick us up.

- Aye, sir.

- These propellers should push
us along at about two knots.

This valve will let in
enough water balance

to keep us a few feet under the surface.

We have to breathe through
these two air vents.

We'll make contact with
The Britannica's hull.

Light the fuse in this
torpedo, ram it into the hull,

then pedal backwards for our lives.

- How far can we get before she blows?

- About a hundred feet.

- Doesn't give us much leeway.

- It's enough.

- It'll have to be.

- Lower the hatch.

- A sea going coffin I calls it.

- I'm afraid you're right.

- We should make contact
with The Britannica

in about 17 minutes.

- We'll have to submerge
for the rest of the way.

Raise the hatch and get
a fix on our direction.

- We have three quarter east.

Hold it!

We're aimed directly at midship!

- We're ready to submerge
now, set the torpedo.

(dramatic music)

What's our distance?

- About 500 feet.

- Watch the compass and keep us on course.

We should reach The
Britannica in 120 seconds.

(wood creaking)

(tense music)

- Still headed to midships.

- Stand by, we'll make contact any second.

Get set.

(match rustling)

(fuse hissing)

Ram her!

(explosion roaring)

We can't surface, the hatch!

(water roaring)

(dreamy music)

When she fills up, swim for it!

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Ben!

Ben!

(gentle, stately music)

- We'll be home in Salem
before nightfall, Captain.

- I'm filling out the log of The Concord.

I've written Captain Waldridge
died in the course of duty.

- Aye, aye, sir.

- Aye.

- Thank you.

(soaring, dramatic orchestral music)