All language subtitles for The.Whale.2013.1080p.DSCP.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-Asy

Man versus whale.
It's a primeval struggle.

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

but 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
in Nantucket's harbour.

And we, god-fearing men,
were killing in his name.

Slaughtering with impunity

until...

until just once something
remarkable happened.

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 9O 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.

Steerer, a harpooner, rowers
- Hoi, you ploughboy.

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 more than sufficient.

We can be sure that the owners'
bellies won't be going empty.

I will not be tested on this, Mr Chase.
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 can not afford.

You sleep there. Negro's there.

Galley's here.

Below deck you answer to the cook.

Rules are simple.

Captain eats first.
Then the mates. Then the crew.

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 them.

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.

Alright, shut your traps.

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 have killed him.

Let's clean him up.

Good job if you ask me.

You've 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 the 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.

Nearly went there.

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

It already is.

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. Don't you now?

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 sprouted angel wings

and any corner of the
earth was your choosing.

Now I don't hold linctus.

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

Burned you up good, didn't they?
You ready?

Not really, no.

Seawater.
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 10b-

You'd do well to remember your place.

You 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.

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 front of the men

but never in front of your captain.
Do you understand?

Thank you, Tom.

Goodnight, sir.

Goof.

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.

If we're in 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!

Take the topsail down!

All hands on deck! Come on.
All hands on deck!

Get up, coof. Get up!

Hold that bearing, Mr Hendricks.

MEN SHOUT

The whaler's broken free.

Get a line to it.

Mr Joy, what do I do?

Pray to whoever you believe in.

Mr Bond, come here!

Hold it! Knot it. Knot it!

MAN SCREAMS

Find Chase.

Shut up, you guys. Move.

Captain, we have too much sail.

We have to change course.

And turn back? it's weakening.

Hold course.

We're through the worst of it.

We've risked the ship Captain.

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

Nickerson.

Here, sir.

Help Owen secure the floaters.

Hold the wheel!

Hold her up, Owen.

I don't need help, coof.

Mr Chase said...
- Leave it!

Owen!

Man overboard, man overboard.
- Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Keep hold!

I won't let you go Owen, I won't!

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 alright.

It's easing.

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.'

'...but have eternal life.

For God so loved the world,
that he sent not his son...'

Thank you.

You'd have clone 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 - 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.

Boo!

Here. Pull it tight. Like this.

You want me to sew him up?

Just like the sailcloth.

I've seen sailcloth you darned.
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.

The cabin boy is 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 for our Captain

whose steady hand guided us
through the storm

and delivered us to calm
seas and clear skies.

Amen.

Amen, amen.

Thank you, Mr Peterson.

I'm not going. 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 Gods mercy.

He had this look on his face,
like none of it was happening.

Feeding on him,
just slopping bits out of him.

What do 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
miss-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 spin.

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 short of food...

again.

The storm was bad luck.
- Balls. Weren't nothing to do with fortune.

The Captain was at fault.

That 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.

Well, I suppose the fact that the sea is
fished dry is Pollard's fault as well right now.

Why are you always backing Pollard?

What's it to you?
- What?

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 you pow.

I should have spoken up.

I should have defended the Captain.

The 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?

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'm 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.

There she blows. There 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?

I said how far?

Speak to me. Lawrence, how far?

A hundred yards.
- Wait for it!

Row, Nickerson, put some balls in!
Come on!

Speak to me, Lawrence!
- Getting closer! Come on!

Move, put your backs into it!
- Come on!

We're here, final push!

Let's drop, come on!

Did it strike? Did it strike?

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 Gods 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 bootlicker 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.

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 out to port.

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

Let's up at them.

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

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.

Get what you can. Abandon ship.

Aboard your 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. Over here.
That's it, get in the whaler.

We've got you. We've got you.

You're off your onions?

You're a lucky man.

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

At least we can find our way home.

Two thousand 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've never seen a
man's spirit fade so fast.

Hold that rope, and force
it... over hand... go right.

Come on boys, hold it steady.

Bring her in, come on.

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.
- 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 Islands 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
two thousand mile journey against tide and wind.

We go south.
We catch a variable to Peru.

That's another thousand 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? Fine, go ahead.

Nobody's fighting to stop you.

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

You can be captain aboard her
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.
- You heard 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 lands. Start in the stern and
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.
The canvas, quick, pass me the canvas.

Mr Chase.

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.

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 getting 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 clone, Tom.

Land ho! Land ho!

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.

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. 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.

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.

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 another.

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 you?

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's my fish.

Captain?

Break it up. I said break it up.

Fighting over a scrap of fish.

Save your energy.
- For what?

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

Now come on!

A shoe.

Let's see what else we can find.

MAN CHOKES

We don't have to rush.
- Are you being funny?

No, I ain't.

I just mean we can wait here.
Just 'til 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 enough for one

never mind a dozen.

We ate the last of
the birds days ago.

Every day we waste here

is a day we aren't moving toward home.

Good luck with getting the men
back onto 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.

You'd give them gut burn.
- Aye, I would.

You go on ahead now, boy.

Mr Joy always had a spot
on his floor for me

and a bowl of gruel.

Never turned me away

or ask for a penny in return.

Course, his gruel tasted like shit.

And he watered 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.

What is it?

What is it, boy?

Uncle

Sir?

We cannot stay.

We have to leave.

You've undermined my command for the last time.
- I've done my job... 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.
- Sir...

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.

And 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 onto 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.

We left Henderson
Island with raised hope.

But that hope was a
line rapidly running out.

After another twenty days at sea

even that island seemed like paradise.

A shipwreck

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.

We 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.

Sixty 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.

Icannot

It has been an honour
to have served you all.

We're out of food.

It's life or death.

You choose.

Boo!

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 5O 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?