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It was a different time and a different world. And I was a different person.

Humphrey Van Weyden...

in difficult times writer and critic and always a dilettante.

My friend Charlie Furuseth was having another party...

at his residence in Sausalito.

I've only been here an hour, and I was already bored.

In those days I was easily bored.

Van Weyden!

At your command, sir. I'm Jamieson Damisk.

And this is my fiancée, Mrs. Ann Treadwell.

Ah, yes... that actress.

She's not an actress, according to your criticism. According to most critics.

Yours is especially harsh.

Insulting? Insulting.

You like my party? No.

As far as I can see, you've already met Jamieson and Ann.

Yeah... he almost challenged me to a duel.

Do you agree? No.

Why?

A duel between us could be... interesting.

Could I choose a weapon? Of course.

Let's say we chose grammar.

As far as we're concerned, Mr Damisk, you've already lost.

Goodbye, Charlie.

Half an hour later we were already on the ship "Martinez"...

sailing to San Francisco.

Is that all, sir?

It's gotta be around here somewhere. I noticed the chain broke.

I'll buy you another one, Flaxon. And it won't be just anything.

I don't want another one, I want my Louis. He's my talisman.

Hi. Good afternoon.

I lost Louis, he's an elephant.

Not a real elephant, of course. I named the diamond that.

The chain broke and I lost it. If it wasn't a talisman...

No doubt finding an elephant will not be difficult.

Then find him and set the reward yourself.

One million dollars.

Well, banking is not a bad business, but not so good.

For all this, I didn't show up. My name is Humphrey Van Weyden.

Reginald Brewster. And this is my daughter, Flaxon.

And that, of course, is Louis. Yes.

Otherwise, I probably would have introduced myself.

Mark Quylo, San Francisco police officer. Congratulations... What can I do for you?

Nothing... rather I can do something for you.

Let me return your wallet.

The Mr. Brewster we're looking for is one of the best in the business.

This time, your testimony will send you both to prison.

Faster, boy!

Mr Van Weyden, please do not testify against us.

You got your wallet back. They're gonna lock us up.

My father and I...

You'll both get exactly what you deserve.

SEA WOLF

Help!

We're here!

Help!

UPDATE

My first memory is of a man cursing.

Miserable.

Idiot, filthy drunk.

At first I thought it was addressed to me... but no.

He was completely disinterested in me, or us.

What now, Doctor?

Heart... definitely a heart.

I fear for her life.

He's drunk. So are you.

Most likely drank all the rum in San Francisco.

Donovan... Drunken pig!

Donovan!

Captain... this woman is bleeding to death.

The doctor has to deal with Donovan.

My storm trooper is more important than this young lady in lace.

- He's dead, Captain. - He died too soon... and too easily.

The doctor won't help him anymore. Please.

- What kind of creature are you? - I'm a gentleman.

This lady needs a doctor's help.

- Cer... - Ceri?

On board "Phantom" I'm the only one making demands.

Doctor.

Take her downstairs.

- You still need to be weak. - Come here, Leach!

Help me with this young lady.

- I can't help her. - You can operate.

I'm afraid... he won't survive.

- You say that to all your patients. - He's lost a lot of blood.

He's got a big bone chip right next to an artery.

A reckless hand gesture... ...and he could die.

Otherwise, it will die anyway.

She's a lady, very fragile. She should be out of breath by now.

If there's any chance...

It will only join those who have haunted you since Santa Barbara.

Doctor, you have to try.

You can go. Cook!

I'll look for some clothes for this gentleman.

Doctor, please.

I will try.

These are his things, Captain Larsen.

Bring a bag of coal. I've wasted enough time.

Here they come.

I'll make the tea.

- Get the coal! - Yes, sir.

Looks like. 'El Fantasma' is not what you expected.

You just got to the funeral.

And the lady? Do we want to bury her too?

They're still alive.

Northwest ... Keep it up.

Yes, sir.

Stop sewing.

Anyway, for fish it doesn't matter.

Tie it to his legs.

Leach! Help me.

Which of you has a Bible, folks?

Maybe a prayer book?

Okay. I'll say what I remember.

The Lord giveth and taketh away, and the body be cast into the sea.

Throw.

- Captain Larsen. - Yes?

- I have to go back to San Francisco. - You will, in a few months.

We can be there in a few hours. I'll pay.

I'll pay $1,000, but please take the boat back to San Francisco.

1000?

- What are you doing? - I have savings.

- What savings? - What my father left me.

Dad... so you're living off his money. Show me your hands.

Thanks to his hands yours are soft.

They're no good except washing dishes.

Really, chef?

Because Donovan is dead, we're missing a man.

Therefore, there will be promotions.

- Chandler! - Yes, sir.

- Chandler, do you know anything about sailing? - No, sir.

It doesn't matter, you'll be a storm trooper anyway. Get your manacles and take his cabin.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Servant... and he got a promotion.

From now on you're a rower.

I don't want to be a rower on a lifeboat.

Boat rate wants special treatment.

- Too dangerous, Leach? - I enlisted as a servant, sir.

- The captain is not told no. - I don't want to be a patrolman.

- And now you agree? - Yes... sir.

And I will make you... what's your name?

Van Weyden. Humphrey Van Weyden.

Sir.

Humphrey Van Weyden, sir.

So, Hump, you're going to turn into a servant.

20 USD per month.

It will make you human.

Kuchto, take him down and show him what to do.

And the others to get back to work.

But she cuts the blade first.

Furling and mainsails and hoist your mast.

I'll take the wheel.

And so began my journey with Captain Larsen.

Wolf Larsen. It would have been hard to find a more appropriate nickname.

I was to know him more intimately and fear him, like no one else in the world.

His orders, his moods and every desire...

were law here.

Wolf Larsen wasn't the only tyrant aboard the Phantom.

There were others, less important...

Instead, I was at the bottom of the pecking order.

Hurry up, soon Captain might want some tea.

Hey, you... Hump!

Are you deaf? Can't you hear what I'm saying?

I hear you, chef.

You should call me... Mr. Mugridge.

Very good, Mr. Mugridge, I'd like a word with you.

That's better.

Listening to... Hump.

It all comes down to money.

What does that mean?

My wallet was in my clothes, which you took to dry.

- Inside was $185. - You think I'm a thief?

Shut up.

Try to give yourself away to someone...

then I will tear you apart like a fish.

- Is that clear? - Yes.

That's good.

Throw the garbage in the sea and bring his captain his tea.

And be careful what you say, you piece of garbage.

Spit!

You call me a thief!

Me. And you're a sewer rat!

Mr. Van Weyden...

No... I'm Hump now, the servant.

You're a man... just like before.

This is a different world. Larsen is right in one respect.

I'm not a man anymore.

And you won't be until you challenge him...

on this chef... and everyone else.

It's useless. I'll never see the dry land again anyway.

See. But for now, you have to hold on.

Don't let it dominate you. Be better than them, smarter than them.

Remember this... and use it.

He lives... fight as long as you can.

Never give up... Mr. Van Weyden

Yeah.

and whatever, thank you, Mr. Johnson.

SHAKESPEARE

BROWNING, TENYSON

WORSWORD, EMERSON

RAIUL LOST

"Leading your way It's worth it even in hell...

"because it's better to drive in hell than to serve in paradise".

"Being alone and not in a crowd of others".

- Milton was a great poet. - Yes.

- Does what you see here surprise you? - I'm moved.

- Sir. - I'm moved, sir.

The fact that he reads books about exercising power and humanity?

- It's hard to reconcile his behavior with ... - Milton?

There is no difference, it all depends on strength.

- The strong survive. - And the weak.

- Only the ruthless can be strong. - Not in a civilised society.

It distinguishes humans from animals.

You're obviously civilized, educated and well-mannered.

We'll see how you manage to survive aboard this ship.

It will be interesting.

- I'm very interested in changes... - In me?

Yes... if there is one.

I'm glad, Hump, you're on board.

I had no one to talk to, except the doctor...

with the nightmares that haunt him.

We'll talk again during this trip.

There is something about which I'd like to talk about, sir.

Yeah?

I was robbed all the money in my wallet.

- I have reason to believe it was Mugridge. - Who?

My direct supervisor, the chef.

Basketball. Kuchta made a nice shot.

That's what crossed my mind when I said, that you should be careful...

And with your money. Or your father's money.

I assume that by now these problems have been resolved by a lawyer for you.

Wallet is no longer on board now.

- How can I get my money back? - That's up to you.

- Hit him, kill him. - For $185?

I don't think you're that naive, Hump. People kill for less.

Even gentlemen.

- Can I help you with something? - No, I need to rest.

- Hump? - Sir?

- You will learn. - Yes, sir.

Or die.

Come in.

Please, Mr Van Weyden.

I drink my first mouthful since you've been on board.

- What for? - To celebrate something.

- Your healing? - No.

You'll recover anyway.

I celebrate the fact that for once.... Captain Wilk Larsen was wrong.

- In what? - Listen... this lady.

Please...

Please don't file a complaint against us...

You got your wallet back.

Please, Mr. Van Weyden...

Prison... I don't want to go to prison...

Wolf Larsen was wrong about her. She's not a lady.

How ironic.

- Dr. Piccard... - I saved the thief.

The important thing is that you saved her. Patient.

Without your art human life would be lost.

Larsen can no longer claim that all my patients are dying.

- But when he finds out... - He doesn't have to know.

We won't tell anyone on board.

They will discover. There are no secrets here.

They won't find out. Not about me... not about you.

Let's keep some dignity.

Dignity...

It's been a long time since I've heard that word.

Here he comes, the captain.

It will be hell. It's going to take everyone on board.

Thanks for the weather forecast, chief.

You should know, Captain. Johnson was plotting with the crew again.

It's about to start... I mean the storm.

Yonson.

- My name is Johnson, sir. - Very good, Johnson.

This is your first trip on the Phantom.

Yes, sir.

- And the last one. - Yes, sir.

You talked to everyone. Everyone except me.

- What are you afraid of? - I'm not afraid of anything, sir.

- Not even your captain? - I'm not afraid of any man, sir.

If something doesn't suit you, say it out loud.

- Like a man. - I am a man, sir.

We shall see.

The captain will show him the customs.

- Shut up, pig. - But you have a tongue.

You didn't seem to like the storm coat you got.

Yeah... it's bad quality. Just like everything else on this boat.

Everything?

And equipment... and food... everything.

And your captain?

I didn't say that.

You're a liar, Jansen. And a coward!

- It was a bad move. - Well, let's see what you look like, Yonson.

Perhaps from above the crow's nest you will see differently.

With this weather you won't see much anyway.

Come on, Yonson, get in.

And it's called a man. I wore a coat like that myself.

I started keeping a diary, writing about the people on board the Phantom.

In a way, strength and determination helped the Johnson survive the days and nights that followed.

Leach, Smoke and Ofty-Ofty spoke about the brutality of Captain...

afraid to talk about it more openly.

Still, it got to my ears... and so have others.

Dr. Piccard was at his patient's bedside...

and Captain Wolf Larsen... God knows what.

From all over the board I could see that Johnson was getting weaker and weaker...

heading towards the arms of death.

In the meantime, Flaxon regained his strength.

Mr. Van Weyden...

Yeah?

My father...

- Is he here? - I'm sorry.

So you won't be doing a complaint against him.

This is Dr. Piccard. He saved your life.

Where are we?

Hell.

Miss Brewster... there's something you should know.

I didn't save your life. It was Humphrey Van Weyden.

There you are, Hump! I've been looking for you.

- I had something to do. - What was what?

- The captain called me. - Here it is.

Did you give him the menu? The napkins and cutlery?

You told him about me. Told him what?

The truth, of course.

You probably told him lies.

See what I'll do to you. You belong in the kitchen.

You have to be there... In 20 seconds.

Will you last long?

Tell Larsen that the people in the booths aren't happy about the chef spying on them.

- It's going to cause problems for you too. - Tell him yourself.

Yes.

Come in, Hump.

I'm just coughing a little. Want to see how it works?

- What is it? - A child's simple navigation.

It only takes one star a night and you know where you are.

How?

I put this next to the sky map, taking the North Pole as its axis.

Apply ladder on the appropriate star...

and spin until the star is opposite the numbers at the bottom of the map....

And that's it. You have the exact position of the ship.

You must be very good at maths. Where did you study?

All my education is a kick at breakfast.

- Hard to believe. - Speaking.

I learned everything on my own.

Natural sciences, navigation, philosophy, literature...

- All this brings me closer to Death. - Death?

For my brother. His name is Moarte Larsen.

Where is he now?

Like us, he's a hunter at sea.

He hunts these fur-bearing animals so the rich ladies have something to wear.

- They'd be better off doing something else. - What?

That's between him and me.

- Captain Larsen, may I say something? - Of course, Hump, go ahead.

You're the most complicated Amelia of paradoxes...

I've ever met.

You sent Johnson upstairs, he might already be dead...

- And you deal with... - So you came to hug Johnson?

Yes, sir. To ask... ...for heaven.

What satisfaction does cruelty give you?

In the life of a man means very little.

Life is cruel like the ocean with the motion.

- But a man's life... - Life... Is the cheapest thing under the sun.

There is a finite amount of soil, water and air...

but there is a vastness of life that demands to be generated.

Nature is a spreader.

- You read Darwin. - Yes, the strong dominate the weak.

- You misunderstood. - I didn't.

Understand, Hump.

Johnson believes that his life is precious.

For me... not at all.

For him, yes, but he overestimates himself.

And what value do you assign to your own life, Captain?

- I'm thinking of some of the crew. - They'll try to kill me.

I know everything that goes on on the ship.

Even the thoughts of each of them. But let them try.

And you will play your part in this.

And I will decide my own end, as I have decided my life...

from the boy on the ship to the captain of his own ship...

and its purpose.

I'm in a good mood, Hump.

I want to share this with this team of traitors.

So I'm gonna drop Johnson.

I still can't stand people, though. who don't finish what they start.

Thank you, sir.

Regarding Miss Brewster....

- will live. - Really?

At sea, aboard a ship, there are many dangers...

especially for a lady.

Two steps to the right.

Keep it up... there's no need to make life easy for him.

Larsen and his games.

It will be interesting to see how they are about to fall.

They can do it.

Well, Doctor? You'll have a new patient.

Our accommodations are quite basic.

I said it would be a bit tight.

Thank you for your efforts, Captain Larsen.

Of course, just like Humphrey, you accepted what happened.

I also believe that if you take care of yourself...

I don't think you're gonna dislocate any of your wisdom teeth.

I'll be fine, sir. Thank you, sir.

You had someone to make your bed?

I sew myself. That's good.

Suggest, Mrs. Brewster, that you close the door.

Just in case.

Mr Van Weyden.

Doctor Piccard told me that I owed him my life.

What do you expect in return?

Nothing.

Throughout my life everything has cost something.

Even now, when we're not in the social circle.

Mrs. Brewster...

Even gentlemen sometimes pay ladies to hit them with a rod.

Mrs. Brewster... I know you've met this.

But you don't have to pay me anything.

Besides, the people here are not on our side.

What are you talking about? Where are we sailing to?

This ship seems to be heading to Japan,

But only God knows the true purpose... and Captain Larsen.

Does Captain Larsen know how we met?

No... just the doctor and me.

You spoke a little in a feverish tone. Other than that, nobody knows.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Brewster...

I think you really lost Louis this time.

You keep writing. What are you writing now?

What I write in my spare time is my business, Mr Mugridge.

It certainly describes the lovely Mrs Brewster.

And no wonder, when you look at such a fragile young lady.

Waiting to be... Shut your filthy mouth.

You must have seen her naked, you and the doctor...

That soft white skin of hers, those breasts...

Shut up, cook! What? What?

Listen carefully to what I'm about to tell you.

Maybe you're imagining things, but you're not gonna keep up with Tom Mugridge...

and his little companion.

Have a good night... and sweet dreams.

He's lucky... Just like Mrs. Brewster.

I didn't think there would be a doctor on a ship like this. There will be a doctor.

I'm not a doctor, I'm an alcoholic.

Three years ago, it was taken away from me my license to practice my profession.

And it's a wonder they're still alive...

with Wolf Larsen and his children at sea.

No jokes.

I'm awake.

If only...

So what?

And if I had been awake that night.

But I drank to excess.

On the occasion of the New Year.

I went to the emergency room. I had to operate.

A young man... lost his life.

And I lost everything.

Not everything. Not anymore.

Van Weyden... What about him?

The doctor did his best. Now it's up to Johnson.

He is in good shape. He's hot.

Van Weyden... What did you talk to Larsen about?

Trying to be better than the captain?

What's going on here? Any new leads?

- A real conspiracy. - I hope it's a joke.

You'll be the first to know, Chandler. You and the captain.

Listen, Leach.... and you.

I love my new job and I will keep it at all costs.

Hump.

Choose your company more carefully.

I will. Thank you for your advice, sir.

Come in.

Your tea, Captain.

Lie down somewhere and come here, Hump.

As you can see for yourself, along with the chef we drink and play like gentlemen.

- Can you play? - No, sir.

But a chef can.

- Shall we start the game now? - No.

Good night, Captain.

- I just won $185. - I bet it's my money.

That's a lie.

An obnoxious liar.

Why do you tolerate him?

And drunk. You can seize the opportunity now.

And do what?

You're afraid of him, and you tolerate his insults.

You could punch him.

Now you have my money. Should I try to take you down?

- No, because there is a difference. - What difference?

- Because you're my superior? - On this ship, yes.

Today you are my master, so are you the master of my money?

Careful, Hump.

That's the law of the sea.

He who finds something, or earns something, becomes its owner.

Yes, sir.

Don't go yet, Hump.

I want to talk to you. Sit down.

I'm told you keep a diary.

A diary... more like a diary.

- What do you intend to do with it? - I'm going to write a book.

Have you written before?

- More books. - Published?

- Did you see them ândut? - Yes, sir.

What are you writing about?

Fiction... romance.

This is not fiction, this is life.

Reality... and not a romantic one.

There is an element of romance. Mrs. Brewster.

"When the wind is gathering its sails, The hopes and dreams of the men aboard." ....

"Sailing across the seventh sea"....

They are human, human beings.

Scum, a collection of idiots Trapped in ignorance.

It doesn't matter if they live or die.

It is important. To whom?

For Dr. Piccard. Drunk?

Not anymore.

Will you write about me?

Yes, sir.

Of course. Heroic or cunning?

You know that better than I do.

I know how it started.

From a frightened child who lives On a dark and deserted coast.

I've been out to sea since I started walking.

One by one, my brothers have taken to the sea...

and never came back.

Except the biggest one. They called him Death.

Everyone else drowned. But you survived.

No, I did not survive. I emerged victorious.

From groom to 12 years old...

sailor at 14 sailor at 16....

senior seaman and master mind, at the age of 17.

Enormous ambition... and an enormous loneliness.

Then, at 21... Master of his own ship... And destiny.

Yes, you got that right.

We will discuss more. I'll talk about...

What's going on, sir? Nothing's wrong.

A storm is coming.

It's getting dark.

I'd like to know more about your book, Hump.

We'll talk later.

Yes, sir.

Yes, please come in.

What about him?

Ask him himself.

How do you feel?

I'll kill him...

I'll kill Larsen.

In my opinion, it will recover.

I'm having a lot of fun.

He barely escaped death, and already he wants to kill another.

But Larsen is not easy to kill. Dr.

You were with him when he had that headache?

Yes. But he wouldn't let me stay.

I guess he wouldn't want to be seen by anyone other than ....

superstructure. I think he's pretty blind.

Do you know the reason? No.

Maybe it's a form of punishment. I think so.

Of course, this is not a medical diagnosis.

Yes.

I have to get back to Mr. Mugridge and my duties in the kitchen.

How dare you lie like that in front of the captain?

You silly, silly...

You wonder, if you're paying for it.

Shut up! Shut up, you sick bastard!

One more time and I'll cut you in half.

Jigodie!

I can peel, I can peel potatoes, I can serve...

but if you ever touch me again, I'll kill you.

How much longer can you hold out, Hump? Sir?

How long will you put up with this?

Better than living in darkness and the constant threat?

You think you're gonna die because of that?

He can drown... in a spoonful of water.

Are you afraid of death, Hump?

Like everyone else. And what's it like for you?

You believe in an immortal soul, and yet you fear death.

I said you would change, and I think that's what's happening.

I can see it in your eyes. The truth is in your eyes.

I'd say you prefer... You'd rather kill than be killed.

I think you'd agree... to the laws of the jungle.

What do you say, Hump?

I'll... say... that you have to to empty the buckets, Captain Larsen.

Shut up, gingerbread... or I'll kill you, little girl.

Shut up!

Mrs. Brewster, please go below deck. The night is cold.

Hump, come with me.

Must have been quite a show.... Mrs. Brewster and the cook.

Beauty and the Beast, right?

I knew you wouldn't last long.

- It wasn't about me. - But it was still about you.

You can say it yourself, it was all for the lady.

When you beat her, you had a feeling of fullness of life and power.

This was your revenge.

I said you would change.

You almost killed him. What stopped you?

- Sir. - What?

I've noticed your laughter and I realized...

Why?

- To become like you. - What if you'd killed him?

You believe in the resurrection, final judgment, immortality?

You set the chef's soul free into a better world.

No one has the right to decide who will live and who will die.

This is the absurdity of all times.

- From now on you'll be driving in the kitchen. - I don't want you to.

The cook will wash the pots and peel the potatoes.

This is a reward for, for hitting him.

But be careful. There are other knives in the kitchen.

Thank you, sir.

One more thing, Hump.

And if I were in Mrs. Brewster's cabin?

So would you throw yourself at me?

Good night, Hump.

What are you thinking?

I mentioned Charlie Furuseth. Who is he?

Friend.

A dilettante... but no more than me.

We spent a lot of time together. We'd go to the theater, parties...

Thanks to I arrived that evening at the Martínez.

Sorry, I didn't mean to remind you of that.

Would they have turned us in? Ask someone else.

I can't speak for anyone who was at the time.

But now that Hump... I say no.

My father was the prototype of a character in a Dumas novel.

He was eccentric, easily discouraged.

He used to say he was some kind of thief because he only stole from the rich.

Don't I still have to apologize for him? You don't owe me an explanation.

I owe you everything. And you and Dr. Piccard.

My father wanted to become a professional artist.

He had soft, dexterous and flexible hands.

At first I didn't realize That he was using me, just like his hands...

to drain others of their money.

And then I was afraid he'd get caught, when I wasn't with him.

No doubt they distract the attention of others.

And you were the most beautiful prey that we tried to strip.

For several days nothing happened.

I didn't know anything about Tom Mugridge since then....

and I paid him in the same coin.

Flaxon wouldn't come out of the cabin without the company of Dr. Piccard or myself.

I put a padlock on the door of his cabin to lock it.

Wolf Larsen decided that Johnson can now assume his duties.

Murder was in Johnson's eyes. And in his heart.

Larsen seemed not to pay attention to this.

One morning all of everything bad...

When Wolf Larsen announced, that we were approaching...

by the nesting rocks, that only he knows.

The seals were supposed to be there waiting just for us.

He expected the hunters to return with a rich haul and that everyone would get their share.

But the hunters have returned with something completely different.

We're taken, Captain.

They killed all the seals, took them away. and left us with this.

It remains to be seen who will beat who.

The sole purpose of the "Phantom" has become nothing but hate....

and a sepulchral humor...

and nothing could change that.

For weeks there has been a rumor about some kind of cannon aboard the Phantom.

This rumour turned out to be true.

This discovery was made by Leach et al.

The cannon was definitely not intended for seal hunting.

Wolf Larsen had... more dangerous intentions.

Well, Doctor... it seems that lately...

all your patients have recovered.

To what do you attribute this sudden series of medical miracles?

Probably a change in diet. A liquid diet.

- I liked you better when I was drinking. - And I didn't.

So the doctor cured himself.

Captain... this is my last voyage.

- Aboard the Phantom? - In general.

There's a place in California called Santa Barbara.

- And yes. - I practiced there.

I know a lot of people there.

One person in particular.

- Are you sure you mean the lady? - She's a widow.

But I'm going to fix that....

and I have a remedy for that.

No!

Here is your reward for saving Johnson's life.

- Lock him in the lazaret. - Yes, sir.

When she wakes up, tell her... I'll hang him for murder.

"I'm plunging into darkness.

"I'm not afraid of harm, even though I know, that it follows me.

"And I will sit at the Lord's table before his enemies.

"He anoints my head...

"And it will be with me "for the rest of my days

"And I will abide with the Lord forever and ever."

Amen.

When Piccard's body sank into the sea...

with him disappeared from the deck of the Phantom a shred of humanity.

I realized that for me and for Flaxon time was running out.

Have you taken an interest in sailing, Hump?

So you've heard of a nearby island that people are talking about.

But it is too late, I've changed direction.

- Please, Captain Larsen. - You won't find her anyway.

Please allow Miss Brewster and me to take a boat.

We'd better go to Japan, 600 miles west.

- It won't be easy, but... - Push.

But no one alive leaves this ship.

Captain, you shouldn't be... people like that.

They are your travelling companions.... and my crew.

Fate has brought you on board and you both stay here.

If others found out about your escape, they might do the same.

I'd soon lose my crew.

And when you meet your brother, you will need him.

Yes.

How can you be sure they'll fight for you?

- They will fight you, albeit for a different reason. - They won't when you hang Johnson.

Well, and you can see for yourself... would be a good chapter...

from your book...

- They are stronger than last time. - What are you talking about?

About headaches.

At a time like this you're completely blind, aren't you?

It will pass, as it always does.

- Hump. - Yes, sir.

If you say that to anyone, I'll kill you, understand?

- Give me your word. - I give my word.

You all know that a murder was committed on board this ship. A crime has been committed.

A serious crime ... and as such must be severely punished.

Therefore, in line with best traditions of execution...

tomorrow morning... Johnson will hang.

In the kitchen...

He'll hang there... Until he dies.

Dead!

The night was very quiet.

Sailing away from trade routes.

The "Phantom" was advancing at a speed of no more than one knot.

I couldn't sleep, I couldn't stop thinking about Johnson...

and to tomorrow.

Latimer!

- Where's the guard? - He was feeling sick, sir.

I told him to go to bed. The night is quiet.

Mr. Chandler was looking for.

- Where is he? - Front deck, sir.

- Mr. Chandler? - Yes, sir?

- What is it about? - I don't understand.

The interior was very busy.

I decided to go out on deck, get some fresh air.

- Captain! - Where's Chandler?

I don't know, sir. I just got out on deck.

- What happened? - Listen, you... Latimer!

You saw what happened. Who was it?

- Sir? - Who attacked me?

I didn't see anything, sir.

The night is dark.

I'll keep that in mind, Latimer.

- Better not come down, sir. - We'll go together... I know who it was.

- What the hell is going on out there! - Back off, you idiot.

- He's not a man, I tell you. - A man, like all the others.

Then how did he get out of there?

Damn, I broke my finger.

- Leach, help me. - Come on, I'll do it.

Who spoke?

How did any of us know wanted to kill him?

Hump, the captain's calling you! Come out of there!

- It's not here! - I'm...

Coming right up.

I didn't see or hear anything. I give my word.

- Let him go. - Why?

You want to kill him?

Like us, he does what Larsen says. Let him go.

Forward!

He's here, Captain.

Who was that, Hump? Who wanted to stab me?

You know, don't you?

But you won't tell me. Then the cook will find out, won't he?

I want a list of everyone who's involved in this.

I'll take care of it. Good night, Captain.

You don't want to tell me because you want to finish it.

So get to work.

Do it yourself.

The revolver is loaded.

Take... aim... pull the trigger and snatch my life.

Continue.

You'll save Johnson's life, Mrs Brewster, and ultimately yourselves.

You will become a hero.

Next.

Do it!

You can't, can you?

I was wrong. You haven't changed a thing.

And if, that's not enough. Remain powerless.

You still can't kill an unarmed man...

even if you wanted to to see me dead.

- Okay, that's enough. - Is that all, sir?

Not really.

As you know, the Phantom needs a storm trooper. Now you will be one.

- I don't know anything about sailing, sir. - Don't be so modest, Hump.

You learned a lot during this cruise.

Yours sincerely, but no, sir.

You will now be Mr Van Weyden.

I'd better stay a Hump... sir.

Hump... Mrs. Brewster, everyone here except Johnson.

which we will deal with later.

I want to address all of you.

Some of you have sailed with me before.

These journeys have been hard, but they ended successfully.

I brought more seal fur and I earned more money...

than any other ship out of San Francisco.

I think in some of you I can trust.

The remaining... are indifferent to me.

A ship, it's a ship.

A handful of the latter would like to see me dead.

Some of them tried to kill me last night.

Their names... are on this note.

You know what I'm gonna do with them?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I also know that you've learned about this ship's cannon.

You also know what its purpose is. It's "Macedonia".

In "Macedonia" there is also a cannon intended for us.

When I give the order, you may not want to fight, because some of you may die?

It is true.

We can all die, for example, in a storm.

And 'Macedonia' is unloading with seal fur.

One day... maybe even an hour...

you will all get rich. Think about it.

I can add my share. I'm only interested in Death Larsen.

And you will receive all the money you've earned.

A few more things.

I won't hang Johnson. I'm going to set him free.

Now you can make him a drink and have a snack.

And a warning.

You have to be very careful. Because you have an informant.

There is a spy among you.

No, Leach, it's not Hump.

I wanted to promote him to stormtrooper, but he refused.

The spy is... the cook.

I don't reward spies.

Now you can to pay for his betrayal.

Shark!

Hurry, get him out!

Hump, do everything for him, everything you can.

The man shoots, and God carries the bullets.

This shark has not been considered.

It was providence.

Wolf Larsen decided to set you free.

So free, like the rest of us.

You know what I was planning to do? I was thinking of killing myself...

to neglect Larsen's pleasure of hanging myself in front of the crew.

- And thus expose it to the wind. - To hell with Larsen.

You told me yourself... to remain among the living.

And fight as hard as you can... with this... and this.

And you never give up, Mr. Johnson.

Whatever happens... thank you, Mr. Van Weyden.

In the days and nights to come, Larsen distributed whiskey generously.

The cannon was installed on deck... and men were selected to man it.

The behavior of the sailors had become too careless in Flaxon's presence.

Maintaining order had become increasingly difficult.

The cook survived.

I felt sorry for him, when he cursed his fate...

and Wolf Larsen.

I've never been successful... from the beginning.

Why did they send me to school?

I didn't even earn a penny a lousy lot, and yet I was fine.

- Everything will be fine. - And now I'm left to my own devices.

I promise you'll get a very good prosthesis.

It's the devil.

For another hundred years you will work in the kitchen.

And all this time with him?

With this cursed devil for the rest of your life?

Well, we'll see... I'll give it back.

I swear to God...

How is your book? How am I doing in it?

It would be easier for me if I understood...

why do you want to kill him your own brother.

I have to get over it. It's a private matter.

This is your world.

Maybe because he's afraid of the real world.

It's not about that.

We used to talk about Milton and what he wrote about Lucifer.

I like Lucifer.

I'm not interested a comfortable cowardice.

I don't want to serve God or anyone else.

Cast into hell, he was not defeated.

Fought for a lost cause and was not afraid of God's lightning.

He threw a third of the angels.

You see, Hump... better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven.

What you and the people in your class, like Mrs. Brewster...

do you know about hunger that haunts half of humanity.

You're only interested in people like you.

He would have taken care of and defended Hump on the lady, if she wasn't a lady?

I'm not her.

- Who aren't you? - A lady.

I'm not a lady, I'm a thief.

Or at least complicit with a thief.

- The thief was my father. - Did you know that?

Yes, I knew.

Hump...

Now I understand...

If me and the crew had known that...

we probably would have treated him very differently.

- Fortunately, no one knew. - Dr. Piccard knew.

- But he said nothing. - Another benefactor?

And why not?

If you can do something good, why not?

- Can't you understand? - Why should I understand?

I must be like a wise man looking at fools, and regretting that I'm not one of them?

Sir.

But the pain...

the pain...

It started when once my brother hit me on the head.

Why did you tell him about you?

I couldn't stand his pride and self-confidence.

I wanted to show him he was wrong about something.

Plus... I can't live a lie.

We've got a crazy captain...

and a crew that main occupation is laziness.

They're drunk... And also full of madness.

Our only option...

are the 600 miles in a lifeboat.

This is a much better opportunity than sticking with 'Phantom'.

And if you're willing to to take a chance on me...

During the night we filled one of the lifeboats... with enough supplies.

Dogbreath, the captain has given you permission to go to bed. I'll take the helm.

I fixed the wheel on the desired course...

and set sail.

The following minutes brought the greatest danger.

They stole the supplies and the water, sir.

Never mind, I can't make it anyway.

I feel that they...

I feel like we're approaching "Macedonia", so double the vigil day and night...

and let them...

and stretch his eyes.

The days were grey and cold

and the southwest wind was pushing us off course.

Nights... I was freezing.

The shifting winds carried us God only knows where to.

And then the day came...

The sky was dark and angry, and the storm almost tore the mast away.

Food and fresh water containers pulled overboard.

Although I stayed on the boat, but doomed to inevitable perdition.

- We don't stand a chance, do we? - Of course we do.

The worst is already over.

Still, it doesn't look like we've strayed far from where we started.

- It's because of the storm. - It's all my fault.

If I hadn't been on that boat, you wouldn't have had to do this.

I had to do it and I wanted to do it. With or without you.

But I'm happy with you.

- So do I. - We'll make it, you'll see.

How about thunder?

They're cannons.

I don't know how long it lasted.

Looks like Larsen's brother made it. But the Phantom somehow survived.

- What will you do? - I'm gonna get on board.

Why?

We lost food and water during the storm. There are plenty of supplies on board the Phantom.

- But it's sinking. - There's still time.

Hold the boat.

Who's there? Johnson?

Who is it?

Leach?

Captain Larsen!

Hump? Is that you, Hump?

What happened? Traitors, a bunch of tasteless drunks.

It's not even a clock on board.

"Macedonia" pulled us suddenly and punctured the hull.

I heard my brother... laughing.

The whole team went to him.

First Johnson, Leach and the lame cook.

They realized I was going blind.

They tied me here to die like a rat.

Johnson said something about a key.

Yes, sir. He's here.

Good for you, Hump, coming down. Why did you come back?

Our provision has been blown overboard by the storm.

It is destiny. And the woman?

By boat. I'll take you there.

- Can't you see anything? - Just outlines, shadows.

- Help! - Wait.

- Is this my cabin? - Yes.

Here's your reward for your return.

We'll learn something about immortality, Hump.

You and me, together.

Miss Brewster won't be able to do it alone.

No! We'll stay here.

I never rejected you, but...

Choose... heaven or hell. Either, as long as it's fast.

- Why? - Because I want to.

Help! Humphrey, come back!

Here, Miss Brewster, he's here with me.

We have a friendly conversation.

- Humphrey, are you okay? - You're welcome to join us.

Get out of here as soon as possible. He's gone mad.

- I won't go. - Of course you will.

There is a chain of islands to the west of here. You'll touch them.

You heard me! A waste of time, go away!

- No! - He's right, there's not much time.

The ship is sinking and is about to capsize.

Coming soon, "Phantom" will be upside down.

I have to stay here with him!

- And die? - Yes!

He means it.

- He wants to die with you. - Yeah, he does.

Where are his ideas now? Where are your principles?

You lost.

You were defeated by your brother, by your crew, by this woman...

and finally, you lost to yourself.

You don't have to die.

We can save you and help you get back on your feet.

- You will live! - Will I live like a coward?

I'm going down with the Phantom, because I made that choice!

I decided on my life and I will decide on my own death.

Take... and leave.

See? I was right.

The poorer you live, the stronger you become.

And in his book...

writes that Wolf Larsen was not afraid of death.

"Better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven".

And so ended the Phantom's last journey...

and Captain Wolf Larsen.

Translation by cosva