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MAN: Come on, Nav! Nav!

(All shout and yell excitedly)

Two steps to victory!

(All laugh and cheer)

Whoo-hoo! What's with you guys?

I thought we were playing touch!

Yeah, we are. You're touched. (Boys laugh)

(WHISTLE BLOWS) Half-time, come on.

Hey, Chefo, you dropped this.

It's a ring!

(Exclaims loudly) Nice rock!

Thank you.

Are you getting married, Chefo? Yeah, maybe.

JAFFAH AND NAV: What? MIKE: Congratulations, Chefo.

Well, she hasn't exactly said yes yet,

I, uh... l'm planning on asking her when I get back tonight.

(All exclaim happily and applaud)

(Boys roar)

(RADIO BEEPS)

MAN OVER RADIO: Mayday, mayday, this is the 'Black Magic',

Can anybody hear me? We are under attack.

Mayday, mayday. (Turns up volume)

(Louder) Mayday, mayday, this is the 'Black Magic',

Can anybody hear me?

Charlie Two, this is 'Hammersley' Over.

(DIDGERIDOO DRONES)

OK, team, listen up.

Just a couple of words.

Chefo, there's no turning back now.

(Chuckles)

May your courage never desert you

and may the object of your desire give you an affirmative.

To Chefo! ALL: Chefo!

Sir! Sir, it's RO for you. He says it's urgent.

Oh, thanks.

RO, you're missing a great game of touch.

Chefo, you've got to get down on one knee and do it properly.

(Laughs) And who's this coming from?

(Chuckles) Last of the red-hot lovers?

(All laugh loudly)

Game's over, team.

(RADIO CRACKLES)

MIKE: Anything, Nav? Nothing yet, sir.

They reported one boat of heavily armed hostiles.

How many on the motor launch?

RO couldn't get much sense out of them before we lost them.

Come left five degrees.

Yes, sir. Steer 2-7-5.

Steer 2-7-5.

(PROPELLERS WHIRR)

Sir, I have two contacts.

The first, bearing 2-9-5, range 10 nautical miles.

The second, bearing 2-9-0, range 12 nautical miles.

What's their speed? The first vessel is stationary.

That'll be our motor launch.

The second one's going like a bat out of hell, right?

No, they're barely making five knots.

Engine trouble?

Who cares? Do not let them out of your sight.

No, sir.

Set course for the motor launch. Aye, sir. Steer 2-9-5.

Steer 2-9-5.

Emergency flare right ahead.

MIKE: There's someone alive over there, Nav.

Get us there as quick as we can.

Yes, sir. Revolutions 8-8-0.

SWAIN: Revolutions 8-8-0.

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Sir.

They look alive and well.

Gentlemen, what's the nature of your mayday?

Do you have any injured on board?

Mate, Rusty here's a hero!

Do you have any injured?

Not us, we kicked butt!

Rusty lobbed a couple of flares at them

and the gutless wonders turned tail and ran.

Why didn't you respond to our radio calls?

Radio's cactus.

Do you require any assistance?

Haven't got any cold ones to spare, have you, Captain?

They're drunk.

High on life, X.

Sorry, gentlemen, no can do.

How many on the other vessel?

About six or seven, armed to their ugly back teeth.

Go blow 'em out of the water for us, will you, Skipper?

We'll investigate.

I suggest you get your radio fixed as soon as possible.

And go easy on the sauce, eh?

Fish aren't biting, anyway.

Happy hunting!

Let's go check out these pirates.

So, pirates, eh? Cool, huh?

If they are pirates, they're thieves, rapists and murderers -

not cool.

I just meant, you know...

Don't get your hopes up, Jaff. We've got Buckley's.

What do you mean?

They could be using speedboats, GPS, radar,

all high-tech gear.

When they see us coming, they'll be gone like a Saturday night.

(Whistles) So, why do we bother, then?

'Cause that's our job.

So, how about you go do yours?

Sir!

(FOOTSTEPS)

I have a visual contact fine on the starboard bow.

MIKE: Looks like an old fishing boat.

You sure these are our pirates, Nav?

Yes, sir. Range one nautical mile.

She's barely moving.

And she's low in the water. What's going on?

Hands to boarding stations.

(Over P.A.) Hands to boarding stations,

hands to boarding stations.

Slew outboard.

Down on one.

Chefo. Yo.

Give us. Huh? What? Come again?

(Chuckles) If you want to be an idiot and get married,

that's your funeral,

but you're not taking the engagement ring

on the boarding party.

Charge... You've already lost it once.

What if it goes in the drink?

Besides, it's bad luck.

(Half laughs) Come on, that's a crock.

Trust me. Don't be a tool.

(Sighs) I will keep it safe for you.

(Mike calls) Chefo!

Not very high-tech, Buff.

Can't see any GPS or antitank rockets.

(Seriously) Just keep your eyes open, Jaffah.

Old-fashioned machete kill you just as dead.

Boarding party, watch your step, deck is unstable.

OK, give them a hello, Buffer.

BUFFER: Selamat siang!

Ni Hao!

Sawat-dii khrap!

This deck is pretty rotten.

(Half laughs) That's an understatement.

This whole boat's a bunch of termites holding hands.

Charlie Two, this is X-ray Two.

There's no response to our greeting.

I'm going below now.

And, sir, this vessel is barely seaworthy.

MIKE ON RADIO: Roger. Charlie Two out.

BUFFER: X, they're in the for'd hold.

KATE: Hello. (Speaks foreign language)

We're the Australian navy. (Speaks foreign language)

We mean you no harm. (Speaks foreign language)

Do you understand what I'm saying?

(Speaks foreign language) Buffer, did you get that?

Sorry, X, not a word.

This woman's got an injury on her arm.

Chefo, can you see if you can help her?

I'm on it, X. I'm here to help!

(Disgustedly) Oh! (Coughs)

Chefo, are you alright? Chefo, get up on deck.

Let's move them.

(Forcefully) You must come now. You must come.

(Speak in foreign language) Now! Come.

SWAIN: I need to see.

I can't help you if you don't let me look at it.

Ma'am.

Doctor. Medicine.

Help. (Speaks foreign language)

(People speak foreign language)

Ah, Jaff, disconnect.

(Sighs)

Ma'am, thank you.

Thank you.

(lnhales sharply) You OK, Chefo?

(Tersely) Yep.

(Yells in pain) Arggh!

(Yells) Sir! Sir!

Arggh! Arggh! Sir!

MIKE: What happened?

I don't know, he just collapsed.

Toby, what's wrong, mate?

(Chefo chokes and rasps)

(Frantically) His heart's gone into overdrive.

We got to get him down below now.

(Wails) What happened to his arm?

Um, um, I-I don't know, sir.

He got hit in the face with waste water.

What? On the boat.

Take him to the wardroom. (Chefo gurgles)

Spider, my medical kit - bring it inside, mate.

Sir, I'm gonna need the morphine from the safe.

Arggh! My hand!

SPIDER: Jaff! What the hell's going on?

Jaff! Here, Jaff.

(Jaff struggles for breath)

(Pants)

Alright, Chefo, this is gonna be some morphine.

It's gonna help with the pain.

Hold his arm still.

OK, mate, you ready? One, two, three.

(Gasps)

(Exhales slowly)

Relax.

You'll start to feel a lot better, mate.

Spide, go down to cold storage

and get me a couple of ice bags, mate.

Yes, Swain.

How's Jaff?

X is with him.

He said it was like sticking his hand into boiling oil.

Mate, I've never seen anything like this,

but it's... it's gotta be some sort of contact reaction.

From the bucket of waste?

Maybe. I don't know. Swain?

Thanks, Spider.

Right.

(Moans) lt'll relax in a minute, OK?

(Sobs) You'll be right.

(Whimpers softly) OK.

See how I've packed those around his arm?

Yeah.

Go to cold storage, get another couple, take them to Jaffah,

get X to do the same thing.

Yes, Swain. Wait up, Spider.

Does anyone know if Jaffah came into contact

with the waste water that was thrown over Chefo?

No, sir, he didn't. No, sir.

Are you sure? He didn't get any on his hand?

I'm sure. It hit Chefo, then we got the rest of the family out.

Then they must've got wet during the boarding.

No, sir.

Think again, Buff.

At any point did they come into contact with sea water?

Yes, sir, I'm sure, OK?

No-one went in the water during the boarding.

Yeah, but, sir, they did get a bit damp

when they were stowing the RHIB.

Then that's when they must've got stung.

Stung?

What are you thinking?

Irukandji jellyfish.

Sir, those tiny little things have killed people.

Was anyone else involved in stowing the RHIB?

Charge was. He's fine.

(Pants)

(Sighs painfully)

(Mutters)

(Exhales deeply)

Are you sure that's what he said?

Yes, ma'am - 'lrukandji' whatever that is.

It's caused by a jellyfish sting, but I don't know how...

Boss reckons they got it when they were stowing the RHIB.

I didn't see any jellyfish.

Oh, they're tiny - the size of a pinhead.

(Moans) It's OK, Jaffah.

It's just a cold pack, it's OK.

(Sighs)

They're gonna be OK, right? (Moans)

X? I... I don't know, Spider.

I'm not a doctor.

Yeah, but it's just a jellyfish sting.

Well, severe Irukandji syndrome can be fatal.

I gotta get back up to the bridge.

If there is any change in his condition,

I want you to get Swain right away.

Understood? Sir.

Um, 'ma'am'

Sorry.

(Whimpers)

Tell NAVCOM we have two crew members

with suspected Irukandji poisoning.

We need a helicopter with full medivac facilities here now.

Yes, sir.

Nav, at best speed, how long to base?

Just on seven hours, sir.

NAV: Charge? (Knocks) Are you in there?

Just a sec.

Are you OK?

(Sighs) Fit as a trout.

(Chuckles)

Holy...!

Looks worse than it is.

Oh, well, it looks terrible.

(Chuckles) I'm fine.

Must've just wiped my glove with it.

Anyway... how's Chefo and the kid?

Uh, we're medivacing them back to base.

Are you sure you're OK?

Nav, it takes more than a pin-sized jellyfish

to bring me down.

Just got me on the eyelid - nothing major.

I, uh, borrowed some drops from Swaino's kit.

So Swain's had a look at it?

Nav... he's got his hands full.

I'm as right as rain, honestly.

OK.

Um, Captain wants to see you on the bridge.

(Sighs)

Charge? Coming.

(Sniffs, clears throat) You wanted to see me, sir?

We have a serious situation here, Charge.

I'm gonna need your help. Name it, sir.

RO's on the phone to NAVCOM as we speak,

organising a medivac chopper to rendezvous with us.

We need to get our guys back to base hospital

as soon as possible.

Sir.

Every minute counts, Charge. We need engine speed.

The more we can close the distance

between ourselves and that chopper,

the better chance of survival we give Chefo and Jaffah.

Understood, sir.

Is there something wrong, Charge?

No, sir.

Then I'd appreciate you looking at me when I talk to you.

(Sighs) Sir.

Did you get that injury while stowing the RHIB?

Nah. Must've just brushed my eye with the back of my glove.

Just stings a bit - it's nothing serious.

Can you work? Yes, sir.

I'll give you all she's got.

Good man.

If that eye gets any worse,

I want you to see Swain immediately.

Yes, sir.

(People talk in foreign language)

OK!

Excuse me.

Um... those men - will they be OK?

You speak English?

Yeah, a little.

Um, but will they be OK?

I don't know, ma'am. I hope so.

Why didn't you speak up before?

You are... soldiers with guns. (Chuckles) It's, uh...

No, no.

'Navy'

We're not going to hurt you.

We wanted help.

Our boat - there was...

The water was coming in, you know?

Uh...

It was sinking. Yes.

Mmm.

And those men on the other boat -

my father tried to make them understand,

but they were...

They shot a flare at you? Yes!

My mother was hurt.

So, uh, my father must turn boat away.

Uh... They're bigots, ma'am.

Sorry?

Not nice people.

Um, my name is Samira.

Good to meet you, Samira.

And, uh?

Pete. Peter.

They call me 'Buffer'

Buffer?

It's because of my job on this boat.

Petty Officer Bosun.

Call me whatever you like.

OK.

Hey. Hey.

Hey, move back from the side.

Move back from the side.

Um... can you tell her, "Move back," for her own safety?

(Speaks in foreign language)

(Breathes shallowly)

Toby, Toby, Toby, come on, man. I gotta go...

Mate, you're on the boat. I gotta go. I'm gonna be late.

Toby, you're on the boat, mate. It's Swaino.

(Sighs)

(Whispers) Toby...

(Sobs) My arm...

Oh, my God...

Hurts so... so much.

Mate, I'm really sorry,

but I can't give you any more morphine for a little while yet.

Oh, my God...

Relax, eh, mate? It's gonna get better.

(Sighs) Jen... I promise.

Jen? Where's Jen?

Jenny's not here, buddy. It's Chris.

Jen. Please...

Jen... (Pants) You're on the boat, buddy.

Jen... (Sobs)

Jenny...

It's gonna be fine, mate.

J... Jen...

(Sighs)

(Moans softly) It's OK, mate.

(Whimpers) It's OK.

Hang in there, mate.

What do you mean, there's no helicopter?

MAN ON PHONE: I'm sorry, sir.

We've got nothing in your vicinity.

Then GET something.

Sir, the nearest helicopter with medivac facilities

is three hours out of Townsville.

Alright, with travel and refuelling,

you'll be back at base before it reaches you.

What about civilian rescue?

Committed to pick up a hiker trapped down Jim Jim Falls.

Won't be back before dark.

Lieutenant, I've got two sailors

who need urgent medical attention!

I understand that, sir.

I... I can patch through a doctor to advise Swain.

I'm sorry, but it's the best I can do.

Roger. I'll let Swain know.

Good luck, sir.

X, cast off the tow on the foreign vessel.

We need to get back to base as soon as possible.

Aye, sir.

Buffer, Bridge.

Ah, says here this local bloke from Jabiru

found a 10-foot croc in his toolshed.

Reckon he told him to go take his pick, eh?

Yeah, I'll leave the jokes up to you.

(Moans)

Jaff? Jaff, mate, it's me, Spide.

(Sighs) Are you alright?

Are you in any pain, mate? Can you hear me?

How come I got the ugly nurse?

(Both laugh)

Sir, sir, he's awake. Um, should I go tell Swain?

I'm on my way there. I'll tell him.

How you feeling, Jaffah?

(Sighs) Got a blinder of a headache, sir.

How's the hand?

(Groans) No, don't try to move it.

(Sighs) How did I burn it?

We're pretty sure it's an Irukandji sting.

Chefo?

Got him on the arm.

(Sighs)

(All wail in foreign language)

All lines inboard. Free to manoeuvre.

(ENGINE ROARS)

(Both talk sadly in foreign language)

I don't understand why they're so upset.

It's not like they had anything valuable.

Razor wire and a one-way ticket home.

What?

Well, that's what they've got to look forward to.

Folks, cruise is on us.

Buffer here'll take your room service orders.

Get out of my sight.

How is he, Swain?

He's still stable, sir.

Oh. (Chuckles)

He was asking for Jen. It seems to help.

Swaino, we got a negative on the medivac.

We're gonna have to sprint to base.

Sir, did anyone tell NAVCOM how serious this is?

These men need to be in a hospital!

We're gonna arrange a radio link with a doctor.

He'll help you through.

Sir, with all due respect, a radio link isn't gonna help.

I don't have the drugs or the equipment.

These men need to be in professional care!

There is no helicopter, Swain.

Do your best.

Sir.

(Gags)

Toby? Toby!

Toby? Toby!

Chefo? Chefo!

Chefo! Come on, mate! He's crashing, sir.

Chefo! We need to do CPR.

You take airways, I'll do compressions.

Here we go.

OK, hang on there. You ready?

Nav? Adrenaline, please!

1, 2, 3, 4, 5,

6, 7, 8, 9, 10,

11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17...

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

Swain? Adrenaline.

Check his pulse.

Nothing.

What about now?

(Sighs) Come on, Chefo. Come on, Chefo!

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven...

Come on, Chefo!

...eight, nine, ten...

I got a pulse, I got a pulse! (Chefo gasps)

(Sputters)

(Rasps) (Pants)

That's it, mate.

(Breathes shakily) Relax.

(Swallows and pants)

Hey, kid, get away from the edge.

You have been told before.

Hey, hey, hey! RO, RO, RO.

She's just a kid.

(Samira speaks indistinctly)

She's unhappy

because there was something of hers on the boat.

Samira, I'm sorry, we had to let your boat go.

Oh, I don't care about the boat, you know.

You don't?

No.

We are going to Australia.

This is our dream.

To go to Australia? Yes.

You want to live in Australia?

Life is better in Australia.

I wouldn't know. I've never lived anywhere else.

I think so.

Life is better.

Do you have a wife and children?

Me? No.

Because you are a soldier?

A sailor. I'm a sailor.

A buffer?

No, a lot of men in the navy get married, have kids.

Chefo was gonna pop the question tonight.

That was his plan before...

I guess I just haven't met the right woman.

Put in a call to NAVCOM

regarding the crew of 'Black Magic'

Tell them I'm recommending an investigation

by the relevant authority

into assault against one of our passengers.

How's Chefo?

Stable for the moment.

No telling how long.

Sir, I know it's hardly the time,

but with Chefo and Jaffah both down

and Swain and Spider both...

We're four team members down

and coming up to the dog's watch.

The afternoon watch will have to back up where required.

Oh, and galley duty.

Find a volunteer to prepare dinner.

Tell them to keep it simple and not to forget our guests.

Yes, sir.

XO, 'Hammersley'

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Yeah.

You got a moment, sir?

Yeah, come on in, Buff. How are they coping?

I explained we had no choice.

Do you think they understood?

Yes, sir. The young woman speaks some English.

Why didn't she say something earlier?

Well, she was scared,

and they were taking water, they needed help

and they came across the motor launch,

and those clowns just shot a flare at them,

injuring her mother.

Public sympathy, unfortunately, is with the clowns.

Yeah. Well...

They should be charged with assault, sir.

Thanks, Buff.

The little one, Sara, is seven.

And Samira's just turned 21.

I'll take a note of that.

I can't see what good would be served

in placing them in detention.

They're hardly a risk to national security, sir.

Anything else?

My grandparents.

Sir, they risked their lives to come here after the war.

They didn't have any papers,

so they bribed their way if they had to.

They contributed a lot to this country, sir.

But nowadays we call people like them 'illegals'

We don't wanna know about them.

Lock 'em up, send 'em back.

It's not our decision to make.

You know that, Pete.

Sir.

Please let go! Ma'am, I can't let you past.

(Speaks foreign language)

Ma'am, OK.

(Yells) Sara! OK...

Let me just... Just... just...

Hey, hey... Samira. Let me go. Buffer! Sara miss.

Her sister. Her sister. Where is she?

She's gone. She's not on the quarterdeck.

(Yells) Sara! Please, ma'am, just...

Samira, Samira. I will find her. I will find her.

It's OK, ma'am.

BUFFER: Sara!

Just follow me down to the quarterdeck, please.

Buffer will find her, OK?

Sara!

Sara.

Sara!

(Gravely) You slimy, doublecrossing,

no-good swindler.

You got a lot of guts

turning up here after what you pulled.

Give in.

Oh, Spider, mate, come on!

'Star Wars - Episode V' Lando Calrissian?

"Would someone get this big hollering carpet

"out of my way?"

That's more like it.

(Breathes sharply)

You right, mate? (Chokes)

(Pants)

Yeah, I'm OK.

(Pants)

Hey, um...

...any chance of some more morphine?

Oh, Swaino said not for another hour.

(Scoffs)

Wasn't that an hour ago?

Nah, sorry, mate.

Ah, stuff it. I'll just cross to the dark side.

Spider, have you seen the refugee girl - Sara?

Oh, why would she be down here, Buff?

Well, she's gotta be somewhere.

Hey, Buff,

what's your favourite 'Star Wars' quote?

What? Jaffah's specialty subject.

Where the hell?!

Chewbacca! Am I right?

(Both laugh)

Sara!

Sara!

Her sister noticed her missing?

Yes, sir.

OK.

Search the entire ship again. Use all available crew. Move.

Aye, sir.

(DOOR SHUTS)

Nav, plot a search area

allowing for current and wind conditions.

Yes, sir.

Any other vessels within striking distance?

No, sir.

A search will take hours and the chances of success are...

Slim at best - I know.

And Chefo's condition...

I'm aware of the choices here, X.

Let's hope like hell we find the kid.

Sara?

Sara?

Sara?

Sara?

Sara?

Sara?

Sir? All search teams report no trace of the girl.

Then we've got to assume she went overboard.

We're turning around.

Nav, reverse our course.

Sir, Chefo needs proper medical attention.

He needs to get to a hospital now.

I know, Swain, but we have a duty to this girl.

With all due respect, sir,

what about our duty to Chef Toby Jones?

What do we tell his family if he doesn't make it?

Let me know if there's any change in his condition.

Dismissed.

I gave you an order, Nav.

Sir.

Starboard 20.

Starboard 20.

Let's find this girl.

(Rasps)

I can't believe we're heading back for that kid.

I kept telling her - keep away from the side.

RO, RO... RO.

You seem like a discerning kind of guy.

Oh, thank you, ma'am. I like to think so.

Hmm.

I'm curious. Have you ever had any restaurant experience?

I did happen to work for a couple of months

in a Darlinghurst cafe.

Oh! That's perfect. Why?

You've just volunteered for galley duty.

I want you to prepare dinner for the crew.

Nothing too elaborate.

It's disgusting in there. And don't forget our guests.

Ow!

(Tuts)

Still causing you grief?

Compared to Chefo and the kid,

I got nothing to complain about.

Oh, Jaffah's feeling better.

He reckons I can do more good up here, ma'am.

(Gasps)

Three months working in a cafe in Darlinghurst

doesn't qualify me to feed these morons.

Yeah, don't blame me. I didn't volunteer.

You know... they get what they get,

and if I hear one complaint...

(SOFT CLATTERING)

Well done, RO. You can go easy on her now.

What should be done with the little brat, sir?

Take her back to her family.

Sir?

It's OK, Sara.

No-one's gonna hurt you.

Well, surely some sort of punishment, sir.

She's just a frightened child.

Didn't you ever hide in a cupboard

when you were scared, Robert?

No.

Take her back to her family.

Yes, sir.

Oh, and RO?

How's dinner coming along?

It's all on track, sir.

(Shuts door)

Hey, Jaff, you'll never guess what happened.

RO found that kid hiding in one of the cupboards in the galley.

Jaff?

Jaff, mate, are you awake?

(Calls) Swain?

Swain!

I don't know why he's dead, sir.

He shouldn't be. He was... he was getting better.

I...

I must have... I must have missed something.

He said he had a bad headache

and sometimes Irukandji sting

I don't know.

You did everything you could, Chris.

Well, I spent more time with Chefo, sir.

I thought that he was at the greatest risk.

I should have kept a closer watch on Jaff.

You were operating under difficult circumstances.

You didn't have drugs, equipment.

And you're not a doctor.

Yeah, but I was all he had, sir.

(Firmly) Swain.

You need to focus on looking after Chefo.

Understood?

I let him down, sir.

Understood?

Yes, sir. Good.

Carry on.

How old was he?

I don't know, sir.

(Sniffs)

Bill?

Sir!

Relax.

I'm just here to see if you're OK.

You and Jaffah were mates.

Signed up on the same day, sir.

He was the clown of the class.

I shouldn't have left him alone, sir.

I'm sorry, sir.

It's OK, Bill.

I want you to tell me about him.

Sir?

He slipped under my radar.

My fault.

But I have to write to his family.

And I'd appreciate your help,

if that's alright by you.

Yes, sir.

I'd be honoured.

(Murmurs indistinctly)

Everyone OK?

(Speaks inaudibly)

Sara? OK?

Yes, OK. Thank you.

Samira?

Um...

When we get back to port...

I go to school?

Sorry?

Learn better English? I go to school.

Samira...

I say something wrong?

No.

Are you angry?

No, it's just...

What?

There may not be any school.

Huh?

At least, not until your claim for refugee status is assessed.

Now, until then, you and your family

will be placed in detention.

No, no, me no understand.

Buffer, what mean 'detention'

It's a kind of camp.

It's nothing to do with us.

Prison?

Buffer?

Samira, I am sorry.

That's how it is. I just wanted you to hear it from me.

(FOOD SIZZLES)

(SPUTTERING)

Oh!

Fantastic.

Dammit!

Smells good, there, RO.

Yeah, very funny.

(RO coughs in the distance)

Is your eye alright?

Oh, I nicked some, um...

...some drops from your kit.

They help.

He's gonna... want it...

...when he wakes up.

(Whispers) Yeah, right.

I'll leave you to it.

(lnhales sharply)

Tobes?

Toby?

Toby, what's wrong, mate?

(lnhales)

Tobes?

(Sniffs)

Who's in my galley?

(Both laugh)

(SHIP HORN SOUNDS SOFTLY)

(Chefo speaks inaudibly)

Yes, I'm fine.

Will you marry me?

Another one bites the dust.

(Blows whistle)

MIKE: "Dear Mr and Mrs Jaffah,

"lt is with great sadness that I write to you

"as Seaman John Jaffah's commanding officer.

"Words cannot lessen your grief.

"I hope it comes as some small comfort to know

"your son was a fine young man and a fine sailor.

"His sense of humour, his devotion to duty

"and his loyalty to his friends

"made him an asset to the navy

"and, in particular, to the HMAS 'Hammersley'

"He will be greatly missed

"by all who had the honour and privilege to serve with him

"and he will never be forgotten.

"Again, I offer you my most heartfelt condolences.

"May the force be with Jaffah.

"Yours sincerely, Mike Flynn."