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And the chain

You must come out of the day.

Come on, Jack.

Where's the laddie?

What have you done with the laddie?

Be sorry, what do you do?

He's diving?

No one can dive that long.

So you come up any moment now?

Come on, Jack. Come on.

A lot is dead.

He's dead! He has him on his conscience!

You murder! You murder!

May the devil throw your bones to the house of hell.

I'll mail him to the ground with a mouth spike.

Help! I can't swim!

Last night you could swim.

Last night I couldn't swim, but they saved myself.

Kill the filthy pig! Kill him!

Kill him!

Powder is wet.

The sun will dry a trumpet.

You can bet your life on that.

He's fine! That's fantastic!

I found the chest! I've done the rope around it! You've only got a hold of it!

Good!

He pinged me! He pinged me more this time!

No, not that I'm not dreaming!

It's impossible, it's a miracle!

Is it you?

Of course it's me!

What are you doing?

I told you, you were just diving and nothing was wrong.

Yay!

How?

How did you do it?

He can swim!

The other captain was an air pocket.

How is able to breathe in it?

An air pocket! I've never heard that one before!

It's where you know about such things!

Who earns the treasure from a sunken ship?

According to maritime law, the finder, it's honest money.

Ask him, he can tell you exactly.

He's...

Mr. Trumpet is right, Jack. It is honest money.

As a captain, I have a knowledge of maritime law.

The white lady?

The white lady? She's here.

They left her behind the fools.

They left without her.

The white lady?

The white lady?

The white lady? She's fine. She's fine.

Do you mind the treasure? Take what you want.

The lady belongs to me. She's fine.

She's...

Don't you understand?

You're rich!

A moment ago you were poor, and now you are rich!

Morris, you can buy it out your own ship.

Jack, you could have servants and horses.

You, Vronsky.

A moment ago, you would have penned an assignment, not worth a poder and take to blow you apart.

Now you are a man of substance.

That has finally made you honest.

Even you must be a good deal richer than you were before.

Though the devil knows what you'll do with it.

Perhaps, purchase a thicker blindfold for that blind justice you so treacherously serve.

What does he mean by that, Cap?

What do you expect to do with diamonds in this godfussy place?

Hear you're rich when you have your own bread and water.

Diamonds aren't worth the dirt under your fingernails here.

Jack,

pick up some jewels for yourself.

Diamonds are the most valuable, then rubies.

But leave the gold.

It'll only become heavier and heavier as you walk.

Go on.

I'll take as much as I can carry, Mr. Troppet.

Perhaps the scum is right, Captain. We shouldn't leave all that here.

I'll take as much as I can carry.

I'll take as much as I can carry.

I'll take as much as I can carry.

Diamonds are the most valuable.

According to my calculations, we are here.

Right in the middle of the Bay of Guinea,

the only town within walking distance is here.

Right at the end of the slave coast.

Best we go across the swamp and over the mountains that way.

Journey of about ten days.

That's ridiculous.

Why go through swamps and over mountains when all we have to do is follow the coast until we come to the harvest?

Mr. Morris is navigator, and he'll determine the course we take.

To go along the coast, we'll take about twenty days.

If this African sun comes out, you'll either be scorched alive, die of thirst, or captured by slave traders.

And in the swamp, you realize what that means? Fever.

Do you think we'll be in any condition to deal with fever?

Or the mountains? And what about the natives?

Do you really believe they'll simply let us wide past safely through?

My God, we sell their people into slavery.

Mr. Morris, you had that.

Does it change your opinion?

No.

To take the coast is certain death.

It's settled. We'll pass the swamp and go over the mountains.

In ten days, we'll be able to book passage to Bristol.

If God is merciful, and just...

When you can either follow us trumpet or go along the coast alone, the sun will boil the rest of your brain.

Come, Ladi, we must be moving on, otherwise we'll miss our ship.

It's a well-batholum. You were a good mate.

I liked your parrot very much, Mr. Vanster.

He died as humans death. The way it should be for every decent sailor.

Let's hope that we can share his fate and not have to die like land lovers.

Thank you.

Please.

Please.

Leave me alone.

I look like an old man.

But you are in pain?

I'm all right.

I got hit by the mizm boom in the chest. It'll soon pass.

I told you, we should have stayed on the coast.

Well, move on, Mr. Trumpet. The mountains are not too far away.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Ladi, Ladi.

There, do you have a fever?

She's my mother. She's my mother.

Another.

That's good. Drink. That's good.

Well, take a rest. The lab can't go on.

Very well.

We've got to eat something as well, otherwise none of us would have the strength to go on.

I'll try to shoot something.

But we only have eight musket balls. I hope we won't need them in the mountains.

We might not even make them out if we don't get something between our teeth.

We're come over here.

Should I come along, Captain?

Take care of Jack and try to get a fire going.

Hi, Captain. Everything will be all right, Ladi.

You'll see.

Captain must tell me if she was my mother. He must.

Even if I can't save his life one more time. Can you ask your gratitude?

Yes. I'll talk to him, Ladi. You can be sure of it.

I'll talk to you.

I'll talk to you.

I'll talk to you.

I'll talk to you.

You'll see.

Well, why did you feel better?

That's better.

You know, we should save the rest of that bird.

We've a long way to go.

And our captain might not be so lucky next time.

If we're unlucky, it's because of your damn white lady.

Look, kind of nonsense is that.

The only reason we're having a hard time

is due to your idea to march through this swamp.

We should have stayed on the coast.

Sir, do you actually think we might come out of this alive?

I'd like to believe that.

But if not, I mean, if we shouldn't make it,

would you still stick to our agreement?

Well, that's the purpose of an agreement, isn't it?

But one, tell me now.

I've already saved your life twice.

Only one more time, and that's our Bob?

Well.

Can you at least tell me now if the lady in the row

vote was my mother?

An agreement is an agreement, Jack.

Saved my life a third time, and I'll tell you everything.

Ah.

Do you have a lot of pain in your chest?

Do you have any pain, Jack?

Yes, sir, and I think.

Will it kill you?

Of course not, Miss Moss.

That's how it's with my chest.

Ah.

Let's stop and have a drink.

Yes, sir.

My god, it's pulling me.

It's pulling me down.

Help me.

Stay here, Jack.

Stay here.

It's pulling me down.

Oh, god, help me.

Help me.

Help me.

Give me a hug.

Don't move.

Don't move.

Stay calm.

Help me.

Give me your hug.

The cat's a dog, but save your life.

She's born in my life.

Jack, give him the rope.

It's just the traffic.

That's the rope.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Well done, Jack.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

He's coming.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

You should have taken the coast.

Always.

Stay to the coast.

You see, Jack, the power of stupidity and greed.

Oh.

Go down and there's something you need, sir.

I never want you to forget this journey, Jack.

If it all comes out well for you, and my compass doesn't lie.

Then something's wrong. A compass never knows, does it?

No. It's reliable as death.

Come. I must move on.

Ah!

Oh, he's leading the swamp. We made it. I never doubted that your course was correct,

Mr. Monnis. Thank you, sir. We have only to get over those little molehills there.

We're here. Good side for a camp. Have to be careful of the fires.

We don't want the natives to discover us any sooner than they're going to.

Hurry up with the fire. I'm cold. Totally cold.

But it's still very cold. Let's go to look for firewood.

He has swamp fever. A gift from his white lady.

White lady.

Ah!

Lady.

Lady. Justice.

Well...

Justice. Sharing of...

The judge. Evil.

Evil.

He's gone mad.

Jack Holman.

Jack Holman?

No.

You can't kill the captain. No, not with a knife. No.

Let the captain live.

He's talking about Captain aboard the Esperance.

How do you know that?

He was floating down below in the cabin. With a knife in his chest.

Next to the treasure.

And all the same, you stayed down.

Let the captain live.

Trumpet was not a mutinyer.

He wanted to prevent mutiny.

And that's why they cast him away.

We are going to have trouble.

We are going to have trouble.