All language subtitles for The.Whale.2013.BRRip.XviD.MP3-XVID

'Man versus whale.

'It's a primeval struggle. '

'We may have been a tiny speck
in the ocean's vastness...

'but we were ruthless
in battling this giant of nature. '

'Yes, it was a one-sided contest.

'Nature didn't stand a chance. '

'Victory was always ours...

'and we were shameless.

'We turned the sea red
with slaughter.

'Whale oil flowed like gold.

'to Nantucket's harbour.

'And we, God-fearing men...

'were killing in his name...

'slaughtering with impunity. '

'Until...

'Until, just once...

...something remarkable happened. '

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'Leviathan.

'The devils of the deep. '

That's what my grandfather
used to call them.

Nothing pleased him more
than to scare me witless.

with his stories of the sea.

He said if I ever went to sea,
I'd have my own tales of storms.

...and cannibals and... monsters to tell.

The way he told it,
there wasn't a decker on board.

wouldn't lay down his life
for his shipmates.

"Brotherhood of the whaler,"
he called it.

Where he saw light and whale oil,
and a noble profession...

...others saw greed...

...and the darkness that bred it.

Me?

I only saw one thing...

...adventure.

'The Essex. All 90 feet
and 238 tonnes of her. '

'Like every young Nantucketer...

'my ambition was to hunt
the mighty whale.

'But the only way
for me to get aboard.

'was to start at the bottom,
cabin boy. '

This is my maiden voyage,
gentlemen. Hop to it.

Aye, aye, Captain.

'My grandfather once said,
"You choose the man you become. "

'Today was that day. '

You survive by following orders,
at all times.

No matter who gives them.
Is that clear? Yes. Yes what?

Yes, sir. Nice suit.

My grandfather left room
for me to grow into it.

Every whale ship has three whalers.
Every whaler has its own crew.

A steerer, a harpooner...
Oi, you blind, boy?... rowers.

Watch where you goin'!
Steerer, harpooner, rowers.

We get a share
of every whale caught.

While we hunt,
you only have one job -

...row, as hard as you can.

I have duties of my own
to be getting on with.

My uncle's too soft.

Captain Pollard is your uncle?

It's young Nickerson, isn't it?

Tom, sir.

So, why do you want to hunt whales?

We light the lamps
of the world, sir.

The oil we barrel is used
in Paris and London.

Did you know that, sir?
I've heard some rumours, yes.

Some places I can't even pronounce.

So, you fancy yourself a traveller?

Come.

They've shorted the barrels.
The penny-pinching bastards.

200 barrels of meat will not
last a three-year voyage.

We're late leaving already.
What we have is sufficient.

We can be sure the owners' bellies won't be
going empty. I will not be tested on this.

We sail as planned.

Whale hunting can be exciting, Tom.
That much is true.

You travel the world,
or parts of it.

But it's also a tough life
for a man, never mind a boy.

On land, you have time to grow up.

At sea, that's a luxury
you cannot afford.

You sleep there.
Negroes there. Galleys here.

Below deck, you answer to the cook.

Rules are simple.
Captain eats first...

...then the mates, then the crew.
BELL RINGS

That's my watch.

Pass me that.

I suppose he give you all that guff
about calling him 'sir'?

Yes, sir. And don't you hold with
the crew calling us barrel scrapers.

The real power on this boat
is right here. We feed 'em.

We're the sawbones
when they're sick.

And ones we don't like,
we make sick.

What you waiting for?

Food here don't cut itself, boy.

Where's the rest of it, boy?

Leave him alone, Hendricks.
That's your lot.

All right, shut your traps.

Hold up, hold up.

I don't care who you are.

I don't care who you were.

If you're running from the law,
if you're running from family...

...it don't matter horse piss to me.

You're here. And you're mine now.

Who's worked on other decks?

Yeah.

The only thing you need
to know about my deck.

...is do what I tell you.

Now, the Captain,
he may run the ship, but I run you.

And, for the next three years,
I own you.

We hunt whale, and the more
we catch, the bigger your share.

So fill the barrels with oil,
follow your orders...

...and know your place.

You'll see no trouble from me.

And what's your name?
Never mind that.

We need more grub. I ain't full.

'It seemed my grandfather
neglected to mention.

'that the Leviathan might not be
the only monster of the sea. '

Get me another man for my whaler.

One who can keep his mouth shut.

Could've killed him.

Let's clean him up.
Good job, if you ask me.

Done nothing but bitch
and complain since you got here.

He only arrived this morning.

Felt like longer.

'George Pollard Junior,
Captain of the Essex...

'was from a Quaker whaling family.

'His father had been a Nantucket
whale ship captain before him.

'Owen Chase had fought his way up
from lowly decker to First Mate.

'These two men were coin opposites. '

Mr Chase.

Raise a studding on the mainsail
yard. We have a fair wind.

Let's not waste it. Captain...

...fast sails are hard to put up,
even harder to take down.

The men are still green.
I gave you an order, Mr Chase.

I expect you to carry it out.

Peterson. Yeah?

Studdings on the main.
You off your onion?

Studdings on the main it is.

Nickerson. Set to stud yard.

Mr Chase.

The boy's not ready for that climb.

He's my decker.

He's ready if I say so.

Look alive now, me hearties.
Look alive there.

A week's grog he'll end up
painting the deck red.

I ain't scrubbing it clean
if he falls.

Peterson, I'll see that bet.

Your mama drop you on your head
when you was born, boy?

He'll make it.
A pig's got four legs...

...don't mean you back it
in a horse race.

Yeah, he went there.

Looks like your whaler's
going to be short of men, Mr Chase.

It already is.

Hey! Sunset in six hours.
Get a move on.

Studdings underneath the yard.
Aye, Mr Chase!

Greenhorn's got balls.
I'll give him that.

Come on, boy.

I'll collect my grog for later,
Peterson.

You can have the skin
off my turds, too.

You owe me.

'I didn't need to climb
to the very top...

'but I wanted to. '

'What a view.

'I'd never been further
than a mile from the farm before.

'I'd never glanced further than the
corner of the road out of Nantucket.

'But up there, up there, felt like
you'd sprouted angel wings...

'and any corner of the earth
was your choosing. '

Now, I don't hold with linctus.

There's only one cure I know
for rope burn as bad as that.

Burnt you up good, didn't they?

You ready?

Not really, no.

Sea water.

Keeps the barrels swollen and tight.

We'll fashion you into a man yet.

Your own mama won't recognise you
by the time you get home.

My mother's dead.

Died in childbirth
along with my sister.

My father followed soon after.

You left watch without permission.

He's injured. I took him below.

Was I addressing you, Mr Bond?
I'm doing my job.

You'd do well to remember your
place. You're a hind-tit sucking runt.

What about you, Mr Bond?

Do you have family?

Captain Pollard'll be expecting
his evening tray later.

Fetch it to him
after we're done here.

They're my deckers.

It's no business of yours
how I run them.

What authority you have comes
from me. I'm not disputing that.

I'm disputing
your handling of the matter.

You undermined me
in front of the crew

when I ordered that coof up the rigging.
Mr Chase, that is a term I do not care for.

The boy shows promise.
He's a coof.

He wasn't born on Nantucket.

You do your job,
leave me to do mine.

Like Captain Russell and his First,
if you remember.

I remember. But this is my ship now.

And I'm not Captain Russell.

No, sir.

You are not.

Come in.

Anything else?
I've said my piece. Good.

It seems whales close to land
are harder to find than ever.

If we have any hope of success,
we'll have to travel further out.

I've plotted a course
around the Horn.

See it to the wheel.
We sail for the Pacific.

One more thing, Mr Chase.

You may use beer garden language
like that in from the men...

...but never in front of your captain.

Do you understand?

Thank you, Tom.

Good night, sir.

'Coof. '

Nantucket children used to taunt me
with that term in school.

They took great delight
in reminding me I was an outsider.

Captain Pollard was the first person
who had ever defended me...

...and I shall never forget
that kindness.

I was beginning to feel my sea legs...

...but there were those who muttered
Captain Pollard hadn't found his.

There's a storm brewing ahead.
We should take the studdings down.

The Essex has endured
a hundred storms, Mr Chase.

We're running at eight knots.

Travelling fast
is the point of fast sails.

We go into that storm full-masted,
we're going to lose them.

There are whales the other side
of that storm, Mr Chase...

...and we still have a ship
full of empty barrels.

If I was over-zealous in raising
you from second to first mate...

...please say so.

All hands on deck!

Face the topsail down!

Hold! Steady!

All hands on deck!

Come on. All hands on deck!

Get up, coof. Get up!

Hold that bearing, Mr Hendricks.

The whaler's broken free!

Get a line to it.

Mr Joy, what do I do?

Pray to whoever you believe in.

Mr Joy, come here!

Hold this! Knot it. Knot it!

Find Chase.

Is that all you got? Huh?

Captain, we have too much sail.

We have to change course.

And turn back? It's weakening.

Hold course.
We're through the worst.

We risk the ship, captain.

Did you hear what I said, Mr Chase?
We go on.

Nickerson. Yes, sir.

Help Owen secure the floaters.

Hold the wheel!

I don't need help, coof.

Mr Chase said... Leave it!

Owen! Man overboard! Man overboard!

Hold tight, Owen!

Help! Help!

Keep hold!

I won't let you go!

I won't! I've got you. I've got you!

Come on, nearly there!

I'm going to have to cut them down,
Captain. I have to.

Put that axe away, Mr Chase.

I am not losing the sails on
my maiden voyage. We've no choice!

I said put that down.
I will not tell you again, Mr Chase.

Lose them, or lose the ship.

It's easing. It's easing. All right.

It's easing! Blown itself out.

'Somehow we had survived.

'Nature had tried to scuttle us,
but we did not sink. '

There's a line in Proverbs, 16:18.

"Pride comes before destruction and
an arrogant spirit before a fall. "

"... the path of eternal life.

"For God so loved the world
that he sent his son... "

Thank you.

You'd have done the same for me.

Help me with that tackle there, boy.
Yes, sir.

It's an old wound.
Opens up sometimes.

It's nothing.

Lost my balance. Stumbled.

Don't look like it wants to infect.

From Mr Bond. To ease the pain.

You're no good to me
with that, Peterson.

You chose me on account
I'm the best rower on this ship.

Reckon I still am, even with this.

Sew it up.

Hold that against it.

My bark's worse than my bite, boy.

Here. Pull it tight. Like this.

You want me to sew him up?

Just like the sailcloth.

I've seen the sailcloth you darn.

Now you hold it tight.

Tighter.

Captain. We lost a fully loaded
whaler. Another is badly damaged.

We have to return to port.
We press on.

There's only two working boats.

So repair the broken one.

Is this because
I was right about the storm?

You may have been right, Mr Chase.
But I am Captain.

What's the point in having a first
if you aren't going to listen?

You can short the men food all you
want when there's oil in the barrels.

...but not when we haven't had a single
kill since we left the port.

Mr Chase, are you saying
the men would be happier under you?

I'm telling you what the men
are thinking. That's my job.

Do not mistake my patience
for weakness. We press on.

Repair the broken whaler.

We'll trust to happenstance
to make up for our loss.

That'll be all.

Does Mr Chase speak the truth?
The men doubt my capability?

Not all the men are upset, sir.

Most are behind you.

Your skill saved us from the storm.

You should never confuse
skill with luck, Tom.

Thank you.

Cabin boy's often privileged
to certain conversations.

What's spoken of within these walls
remains within these walls.

We thank you, Lord in Heaven,
for our safe journey.

And we thank you for our captain...

whose steady hand guided us
through the storm.

...and delivered us to calm seas
and clear skies.

Amen.

Amen.

Amen. Amen.

Amen.

Thank you, Mr Peterson.

No, go on. You ask him.

You go first.

Spit your craw out, boy.

Is it true?

Were you caught by cannibals?

Don't ask me about them things.

It's bad luck. Cannibals.

It was a cold night.
I remember that.

We was harboured.
Island in the middle of nowhere.

Weren't no place for a shadow to
hide, let alone an animal or a tree.

The middle of the night they came.

Silent as death.

Took me and the cabin boy.

Weren't much older than you.

I seed them eat the boy.

Sucked his eyes
right out of their sockets...

...like they was barnacles
from a shell.

I seen one of them slice him
from cakehole to asshole.

Blood pouring out of him
like warm piss.

The boy screaming for his kin
and God's mercy.

He had this look on his face...

...like none of it was happening.

Feeding on him...

...slopping bits out of him.

And I...

What you think I did?

I pretended I was one of them.

I don't believe you.

I did what I had to do.

And you does what you does
when you want to live.

...and you do that lad a mis-service
by calling me a liar.

Sorry, Mr Peterson.

I didn't mean to call you a liar.

You juggins.

Long as there's a cannibal
in there somewhere...

...you jossers'll believe any old spit!

One month turned to two,
and two turned to three...

...and still no sign of whales.

The captain wrongly felt
responsible for this lack.

All the more
for being a new captain.

Now, Mr Joy, either
the boat is getting bigger.

...or the food is getting smaller.

Can't take any more of this slop.
That's it?

Captain's orders.

First the storm.
Now shorted food - Again.

The storm was bad luck.

Balls. Weren't nothing to do
with fortune. Captain was at fault.

The fact of the matter is...

Pollard don't even know
he took us into this pisspot.

If we was hunting whales now,
you wouldn't be bellyaching.

Whales? We ain't seen one in months.

I suppose the fact that
the sea is fished dry.

...is Pollard's fault as well, right?
Now why you always backing Pollard?

What's it to you? Nothing.

It's something to you,
though, ain't it?

Where's your ball gowns?

You're worse than women
cavilling over a cheap bonnet.

Maybe Pollard should have
listened to Mr Chase...

...maybe he shouldn't have.

Don't matter to us deckers,
that's the plain and simple.

Pollard's captain,
and what he says goes...

...and where Pollard goes, we follows.

I'd feel a whole lot safer
if Mr Chase were Captain.

You keep thoughts like that
to yourself.

Unless you want to be swinging
from the mizzen.

with the birds feasting
your eyeballs.

Now quit wagging your pow.

'I should have spoken up.

'I should have defended the captain. '

Clinking on the keel could use
a spare nail or two. Yes, sir.

She's looking good.

She'll be fine. On short voyages.

Are we looking at
the same thing, Mr Chase?

She's spavined.

You're talking like
you've breathed life back into her.

What has you so sour, huh?

No whales.

Rotten food, and little of it.

And this.

I'll take her.
She'll be lucky for me.

Mr Chase.

We're going to see the captain.

It's time somebody told him
how it was.

You put that down.

This don't concern you.

You got a foul opinion of the
captain, you stash it to yourself.

This is my deck. You put that down.

I won't be shorted food no longer.

I ain't going to ask again,
Hendricks.

Then you'd better step back.

I am going to break
every bone in your body.

And I will do so
without loss of sleep.

I'll pass your concerns
to the captain.

The rest of you - Get back to work!

You heard the man, get back to work.

Or I will flog the skin
off your backs with my own hands.

This is my ship.

You'll eat what you're given
and you'll be thankful for it.

If I have to halve the rations again.

...then that's the way it'll be.

And do not doubt for one second.

...that I will string the mizzen
with corpses if you disagree.

Is that clear?

Sir?

Now get back to work.

Thar she blows!

Thar she blows! Thar she blows!

'There she blows. Three little words.

'and the atmosphere of the Essex
was transformed.

'It was finally time to do what
we'd come thousands of miles to do. '

Keep rowing.

How far? We're gaining.

I said how far?

Speak to me! Lawrence! How far?

Hundred yards. Keep pulling.

Row! Nickerson, put some bones in!

Come on.

Speak to me, Lawrence.

Getting closer. Pull!

Row! Put your backs in. Come on!

Final push!

Come on!

Did it strike?

Did it strike?

Brace!

'They say you never forget
your first Nantucket sleigh ride.

'I never felt more alive than when
skimming the waves in that whaler.

'But the speed, the danger...

'it all had a cost. '

The last whale we caught
damn near took us under, he did.

Horseshit.
There ain't a whale on God's earth.

...that can dive with 150 of those
floater-buoys stuck in its hump.

I got the scars to prove it.

You got scars for everything,
Peterson. Except counting.

Now Mr Joy, I mayn't be
a mathematical...

There ain't no such word
as mathematical, Mr Peterson.

You're just a boot-licker
in my book.

You mind what
you're going to scrimshaw? No.

Start a new piece every voyage.

Just because
the Essex is a lucky ship.

...don't mean I'm breaking
the habit of a lifetime.

That whale you ripped that bit
of jawbone from weren't so lucky.

There, there, there she blows!

Whale on the lee bow.

Dipped in whale brain.
Ain't nothing sweeter in life.

Food of the damn gods.

Good news, gentlemen.

We have a whole school
a league off to port.

We catch half of that,
we'll be home by Christmas.

Let's have at them.

My whaler took a knock.
I should see to her first.

You go on ahead.

The ship is yours.

Thank you, sir.

That one's been following us
for half a day now.

Getting closer.

Braver.

Maybe he wants to join
the one we just barrelled.

Make for him, Lawrence.

Ready. Ready.

Throw it!

Now, now!

Where'd it go? Where is it?

Where's the whale?

Did you get her?

Tore the keel off like a twig.
The ship's going down.

Take what you can! Abandon ship!

Aboard the whalers! Abandon ship!

Abandon ship!

Nickerson!

Over here! Over here!

Get in the whaler.

The Essex was gone.

The whale struck, and moments later.

...there was nothing
but ocean and empty sky.

Even now, it seems impossible.

Over here! Bond! Over here!

God's sake, get in the whaler!

Bond!

We got you. We got you.

Come on.

You off your onion, Mr Bond?

You a lucky man.

I hope whatever you risked
your life for was worth it.

At least we can find our way home.

2,000 miles from land,
in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

We were as far away from civilisation
as it was possible to be.

Captain Pollard took
the sinking worst of all.

Not at the helm
when his ship goes down.

What shame he must have felt.

I'd never seen a man's spirit
fade so fast.

Hold that rope over here.

Got it. Come on, boys.
Hold it steady. Tighter.

Bring her in. That's it, that's it.

Pass that rope.

What happened, Mr Chase?

We've been stove by a whale.

It's true, sir.

A whale does not attack a ship.

This one could. We all saw it.

Are you saying it were calculated?

It can't calculate.

It's one of the almighty creatures.
Who knows its mind apart from him?

'He could not believe
that it happened. '

I was there myself
and I still don't believe it.

With the captain's voice gone,
one person spoke loud and firm.

Look, this is a waste of time.

We need food and we need water.

As much as we can fit
in the whalers.

I'm not sitting here relying
on happenstance to be rescued.

We get through the night
and come daybreak we make for land.

We catch a variable to Peru.

No. We make for the Society Isles
to the west.

Islands with cannibals. I've read
no reports saying that is so.

I do not hold with your reports.

Well, what do you hold with, Mr
Chase? Going back to the Americas?

That is a 2,000-mile journey
against tide and wind.

We go south.
We catch a variable to Peru.

That's another 1,000 miles.

The Society Isles are closer
and our best option.

We can provision there.
I am right about this, Mr Chase.

Like you were right about the storm?

Like you were right
about the spavined whaler?

I'm not the cause of this.

You want to make for the
Society Islands? Go ahead.

Nobody's fighting to stop you.

You want to stay here?
That's fine by me.

You can be captain of water
for as long as you want.

We stand a better chance together.

I agree. I'm making for Peru.

You're making a mistake. It's done.

You know what to do.
Salvage what you can.

Food, water, canvas,
anything at all. Clear?

Aye, sir. Yes, Mr Chase.

Fish out anything you can.

If it ain't spoiled,
bring it in the boat.

Anything we can get our hands on.

'If you ask me,
that whale knew what he was doing. '

He followed us, waited...

...and he chose that spot
way out there for a reason.

Revenge.

Get up.

Get up! We're whalers.
We do not give up.

We lost our ship, not our purpose.

We need a sail.

Whalers don't have sails.

They do now. Check the lines.

Start in the stern, work forward.

Use a nail if you have to.
This is our ship now.

She'll look after us
if we look after her.

Where are we, sir?

Pursuing a wrong course.

What's to eat?

I do believe it's fish tonight.

That's funny-looking fish.
Looks like hard tack.

Sea soaked at that.

I don't much care for
your cooking, Mr Bond.

Need more salt?

Mr Joy, I did not think
you were capable of laughing.

Until now I had nothing
I cared to laugh about.

It's getting worse. We're going to
sink! Lift up the boards.

We're not going to sink.

Canvas, quick, pass me the canvas.

Mr Chase! Steady. Bail it out!

Long days turned to longer nights.

Days became weeks.

We set off south,
as Mr Chase suggested...

...but the winds pushed us
further from land.

Our whole world
was three fragile whalers.

My wife is with child.

At least, she was before I left.

Expect I'm a father now.

Provided they lived.

Had you a hankering
for a son or a daughter?

Don't matter to me.

As long as theirs
is a better life than mine.

You know, I never questioned
going to sea.

And death is part of life, right?

Ours even more so.

But for the first time in my life...

...I had a mind
to cry off this voyage.

It's damn cold, ain't it?

Mr Joy.

They're gone.

They were there one minute,
gone the next.

I wasn't kipping, I swear!

The whale took them. He must have.

It's not the whale.
We just separated is all.

We'd be dead he if wanted us dead.

Here.

There! There!

Well done, Tom.

Land ho!

Land ho!

Land. It's land!

Captain, wake yourself!

Oh. Oh, God.

Ha-ha! We're saved!
We're saved!

'If there was a man
who didn't believe.

'in the Almighty before that day...

'there wasn't one by the time
our feet touched land. '

Come on! Move her up! Move her up!

Heave!

Heave!

Heave!

'All we had to do was wait
for a passing ship to find us.

'We were saved. '

Let's split up. Search the island.

We should wait here.
See if it's safe.

Where are we, anyways?

Perhaps Mr Chase can enlighten us.

What was that?

It's just an animal.

What if there are cannibals here?

This looks like that island
from Mr Peterson's story.

Every island is like another.
It don't matter where we are.

That can wait.

We need food, water and shelter.

Come on!

Search the island!

It's poisonous, like most
of the stuff on this island.

Keep looking.

Mr Chase said
to keep hunting, uncle.

We have a few hours of light yet.

Who is Captain, Seahand Coffin?

You are, uncle.

The sooner you and the rest
of the crew remember.

...the natural order of things,
the better.

'The world was turned upside down.

'The natural order had gone. '

Share what you've got.

Pass it over here.

'The Captain's spirit
had sunk with the Essex.

'But instead of rallying around him,
most of the crew shunned him...

'like we were afraid of catching
it ourselves. '

Don't burn it. Don't let it drop.

Oh, God, it smells like heaven.

Ahhh, yeah!
Got to have some of that!

This job sure is a steaming
puddle of horse piss at times.

This is the third ship I've been on
that's sunk one way or other.

Now he tells us.

It's all well and good for Peterson.

If he fell off a mast
he'd land in a hammock.

You're shooting at ghosts.

Save your shot.

The Captain is not himself.

I've seen bigger men than Pollard
broken, and he was strong once.

Faced down a mob
single-handed, he did.

Long as I stay at sea,
I have my own life, thanks to him.

I killed a man.

It was self defence,
but that held no sway.

He was white.

Was to be peeled and lynched
until Pollard stepped in.

When they couldn't hang me...

...they lynched my family.

Uncle...

...and two brothers.

'There is a darkness
blacker than the blackest night...

'blacker than greed, even. '

When it bites it eats you alive.

Bad as things were
between the captain and Mr Chase...

...at least we were all together. Now...

'things tore asunder. '

'Desperation fuels acts
far worse than greed can. '

'Every scrap of food, every morsel,
spawned jealousy, discontent. '

Who stole my fish?

'Hatred. '

Who took it? Which one of y'all?

That's mine.

I was saving that, Lawrence.
I caught it with my own hands.

You're a damn liar.

I've had about enough
of your bellyaching.

It was my fish!

Captain?

Arrgh!

Break it up! I said break it up!

Fightin' over a scrap of fish.

Save your energy!
For what?

There are parts of this island
we haven't explored yet.

Now come on!

A shoe.

Let's see what else we can find.

We don't have to rush.

Are you being funny?

No, I...

I just mean we can wait here.

Just until I catch my breath.

We must be careful.

There might be cannibals.

They were shipwrecked.

Thought they'd found a paradise.

Island yielded food for ten days,
then nothing.

They sucked it dry.

I count eight.

You don't mention this to anyone.
You hear me?

The men hear about this...

...they'll more than likely slit each
other's throats for what's left.

Yes, sir.

There's hardly rainwater left
for one...

...never mind a dozen.

We ate the last
of the birds days ago.

And every day we waste here...

...is a day we aren't
moving toward home.

Good luck with getting the men
back on to the whalers again.

It's going to take some
fancy talking to achieve that.

You know, I...

I never understood the time
you paid to scrimshaw.

I tells people it's to bring luck.

Truth be known, it's an ugly world,
Mr Chase, plain and simple.

You finds your beauty where you can.

Just see me a Christian funeral,
that's all I ask.

The way some of the men
been looking at me...

...reckon they see a Christmas
ham before their eyes.

Nah.

You'd give 'em gut burn.

Aye, I would.

You go on ahead now, boy.

'Mr Joy always had a spot
on his on his floor for me.

'And a bowl of gruel.

'Never turned me away,'

...or asked for a penny in return.

Of course,
his gruel tasted like shit.

And he watered down
whatever grog he saw fit to share.

He was a blessing to me, though.

Saved me from myself many a time.

Mr Joy.

The most inappropriately named
fella I ever met.

Mr Joy.
- Mr Joy.

Mr Joy.

That won't last.

We're running out of rope, Sir.

To hell with Mr Chase
get me some twine, make this sturdy.

What is it?

What is it, boy?

Uncle.

Uncle! We've got company.

Sir?

We cannot stay.

We have to leave.

You have undermined my command
for the last time.

I've done my job, and no more.

Liar!

You seek my position.

Have done since I was raised
from First to Captain. Sir?

You're not well.

You too, Tom?

The boy found skeletons in the cave.

Eight of them.

This place is dead.

And if we stay, that is no shelter
you build, it is a tomb.

I will be tested on this
no longer, Mr Chase.

I am Captain, like it not,
Essex or not...

...and if I have to fight you
to see it my way, then I will do so.

I am not here to fight you.

Then you are a coward,
as well as a liar.

I have never stepped aside
from anything in my life.

But I will not... fight... you.

I'll not follow a madman.

What did you say?

Holster your weapon.
Sir?...

Get back.
Lower that now!

Stand down!
I do not take orders from you!

ENOUGH!

I was wrong.

Captain, I was wrong.

You took time to find
your sea legs as Captain...

...but you did so.

Another of your tricks, Mr Chase?

The only trick here was nature's.

And a cruel one at that.

We lost our ship to a whale.

And I suppose I am to blame
for that, am I? No more than I.

If I had killed the beast
before he attacked us...

...then we wouldn't even be here.

It was ill-fortune, Captain.
Nothing more.

We have been here for five days...

...and each day there has been
less food than the day before.

We have to leave.

Think about your wives...

waiting every day on the shoreline
for your safe return.

Think about your families.

Hold on to anything from home.

Those are the things
that keep us alive.

Today is Christmas Day.

And we are the crew of the Essex,
and you are its Captain.

And if you think we should stay...

...then I will dispute the matter
no further.

Sir.

Mr Chase is right.

This island cannot sustain us all.

But it may yet yield life
for a few of us.

We shall draw lots. One man
from each clinker shall stay.

Those of you that can write,
leave letters for your family.

Those of you that cannot,
we shall write them for you.

Should we fail to return home...

...our story will not
have been written in sand.

Captain?

I wanted to thank you for taking me
aboard at the start of this voyage.

You're going with Mr Chase?

I have to, sir.

But you stand a better
chance in my whaler.

I have to, sir.

'Our Father, which art in Heaven.

'Hallowed be Thy Name. '

Thy kingdom come,
and Thy will be done.

...on Earth, as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

Forgive us our debts,
as we forgive our debtors.

Lead us not into temptation...

...but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom...

...the power and the glory...

...forever, Amen.

Once we're at sea,
we'll go in different directions.

If the whale is out there,
then it won't get all of us.

Good luck.

I'll see you back home.

Heave!

'We left Henderson Island
with raised hope. '

'But that hope was a line
rapidly running out. '

'After another 20 days at sea...

'... even that island
seemed like paradise. '

A shipwreck.

And one more white man to go.

...and we finally get
ourselves our own boat.

We should have stayed on the island.

We would have died there.

Is it any better out here?

If I'd have known it was this easy
to command a boat...

I would have done it years ago.

Do you even know where we're going?

Freedom.

I've had to cut the rations again.

Never thought I'd see the day...

...but I'd give my left arm
for a jug of water right now.

Eat that.

I'm not hungry.

'The men were certain
the whale was below us.

'Biding its time.

'Waiting to see
if we had learned our lesson. '

I don't want to die.

Not like this.

Should have cut
the rations earlier.

My line is out.

If I'm to die...

...at least let it be with purpose.

I promised your mother
I'd see you home.

We'll have no more talk of that.

Whatever comes...

...Mr Joy would have wanted you
to have his scrimshaw for luck.

Mr Nickerson.

'Mr Nickerson. Finally. '

'I doubt Mr Chase understood
the impact that had on me. '

'It erased a lifetime
of being an outsider. '

60 days adrift.

The Americas were still
hundreds of miles away.

Even Mr Chase couldn't
make bread out of nothing.

It wasn't the sea or the elements...

...or even the hunger gnawing away like
an angry beast that was the problem.

It was ourselves.

Eventually, no-one said it...

...but we could feel it.

We were turning into
something else in those whalers.

Our old lives were disappearing
before our eyes.

That great whale...

was finally getting its way.

We need draw no further.

I shall take his place.
Captain...

It should be me.
It was a fair lot.

Owen.

You are my nephew. Please.

You must.

I cannot.

It has been an honour
to have served you.

We're out of food.

It's life or death.

You choose.

Boo!

Argh!

Now I lay me down to sleep.

I pray thee, Lord...

I pray thee, Lord...

I pray thee, Lord...

...my soul... to keep.

'The 18th February, 1821.

'That was the day
our whaler was found.

'By the grace of God,
Mr Chase, Benjamin Lawrence.

'and myself were still alive. '

'Captain Pollard
was rescued five days later.

'Only the Captain
and Charles Ramsdell survived.

'They say the bottom of their whaler
was full of gnawed bones. '

'The third whaler?
It was never found. '

Beautiful isn't it?

A whale and most of our crew
gave their lives for this.

89 days we survived under Mr Chase.

Some people called
what we'd done a miracle...

...others an abomination.

All of it is true.

Taken me 50 years to tell my story.

You know, I went back to the sea
just a year later.

You're surprised?

I was a whaler -
what else could I do?

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