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Just give up.

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The Lords.

No neither can.

They can't compel it not without killing some of these people.

Hello gonna.

SHANTE onYeah!

C Adha!

YEAH!

Why has he invited us?

Well, no, soon enough.

Don't be nervous.

There would be no voyages, no discoveries, no vast education or adventure.

One would sit in the coffee houses of London and listen to him.

And if you miss a word, Boswell records it faithfully in his diary.

Isn't true that fellow Boswell likes ladies' maids?

So they say, their garb drives into heights,

and they're not in the city.

They're not in the city.

They're in the city.

Their garb drives into heights of unbridled passion.

Mr James!

Cook, my dear fellow at last!

I'd begun to feel you weren't coming.

Mom?

Sir?

It was a kind of you to send the carriage for us.

I trusted the journey, it was not too tedious.

Thank you, no.

I'm afraid we're not compressed from the grand social occasion.

Grand?

This little gathering? Oh, hardly grand.

We were not advised that they would be company.

Oh, a few friends, my dear fellow.

May I congratulate you?

On what?

Your wife, sir.

Uncommon handsome.

Astonishingly, sir.

You find that so unlikely, sir, it requires comment.

Madam, I am paying you a compliment.

At the expense of my husband, I don't find that complimentary.

If I fail, I apologize.

If you apologize, I accept.

I am most exquisitely rebuked.

May I pay Surveyor Cook a compliment without risking your displeasure?

Since you insist so gallantly, sir.

Bravo, ma'am.

But he'd take care of our charming guests while I meet with Mr Cook.

My cousin, Lord Exeter.

Delighted, ma'am.

Carlos of Bath, Lord Moring, Duchess of Eglinton, John Radley, Ol of Stan.

Well, how do you do?

Okay, ex good.

Sir Edward Horne, first Lord of the Admiralty.

Cook, is that your name?

James Goode, your soul.

Somewhere more private, I think.

Thank you.

And, Sir Mann, your husband.

Thank you.

James Cook, Severe, and Chip's Master of the Grenville.

Sir?

He navigated the St. Lawrence River for General Wolfe,

and last year, mapped the coast of Newfoundland.

Sir?

Promised to commissioned rank, and three times turned down by the naval board.

Yes, sir.

Did that not cool your enthusiasm for naval life?

Well, I speak up, Master.

This is a private meeting.

I want your views.

It, um, it made me angry, sir.

Angry?

But I had no rich friends to further my cause.

That I was out of higher education or good enough family to become an officer.

Your father was a farm label?

I?

You went to see as an apprentice,

not a first serving in a shop?

Well, am I expected to be grateful I've achieved the post of Chip's Master?

Forget it.

Did you ask for my views?

Quite.

You know, of course, an expedition is planned to the south seas.

Yes, sir.

I have heard so.

What else have you heard?

That some gentlemen, a favor by the king, is too commanded.

It is said, Mr. Cork, that there are no naval officers eager to volunteer for such a venture.

Well, that hardly surprises me.

Why?

Well, there's no prize money, sir, for one thing.

No expectations of war with its handsome prophets for career captains.

There are no accurate maps, no dockyards, except in Dutch Petavia.

Years at sea, the dangers of the unknown, the likelihood of being forgotten.

Not a prospect to stir the ambitions of the upper deck.

On such a voyage, Master, would you send a forty gun ship of war, or a frigate?

Well, I would send neither.

What would be your choice of ship, Mr. Cook?

Whitby Kent.

Are you suggesting his Majesty's Navy recruits a North Sea coal ship?

I was asked for my opinion, sir, it would.

So you were.

So you were.

James, dizzy with all these lords and ladies.

Can we leave, see?

It's sooner than better.

What is it?

Well, I was encouraged to speak my mind.

And?

I was foolish enough to do so.

So, Master Cook made a poor impression on you.

I didn't say that.

But there have been mistakes enough.

This time, England needs the right man.

Not necessarily of exalted rank.

Not necessarily.

But a farm labor's son, and a coal ship.

I, I, sir.

All right, thank you, Ernie.

Up there, oh.

Oh, look, no!

Take that down.

Say it, fire up.

Take it, come on, this ship.

All right.

Take it, come on, this ship.

All right.

A cargo carrier.

Hiddings.

Oh, I must agree, Chris.

Here's his background.

Is he of any importance?

Not the slightest, you're great.

Lord Sambridge, any comment?

Close the shore at length.

Maybe here, it.

It is hardly a speedy ship, Admiral.

They need hardly a ship at all.

You think not?

I think it's more a buck with its lack of square ringing.

Mr. Cook believes it is most suitable.

It has capacity for men and stores.

Mr. Cook is not even an officer.

Nevertheless, Mr. Cookwax is lyrical about it.

The shallow draft.

Easy handling and light-weaking.

Your Mr. Cook has commanded almost nothing.

And saving his presence is a modern entity.

The fellow was 27 before he joined the Royal Navy,

rather late, don't you think?

And rather low in status.

If you study his record, you'll see he served on a North Sea Collier.

He rose to be a first mate and was offered command.

He turned his back on it to join the Navy.

And so on now, lower deck.

Extraordinary behavior seems to impress you.

I asked for your opinion.

Mine is irrelevant.

Then I suggest to you both the ship and the man are unsuitable.

Der Rental has the backing of the Royal Society and the King.

I also suggest he will not put to sea in a vessel called the Royal Navy.

He will not put to sea in a vessel calculated to make us a laughing stock.

I have it on good authority.

He favors a 50 gun manor war.

Der Rental favors any kind of ship provided we give him command.

On the 3rd of June next year, the planet Venus will pass between the Earth and the Sun,

a phenomenon which will not occur again for more than a century.

Cycling of this planet will establish the distance to the Sun and add the emissure to our knowledge

of navigation and astronomy.

The Majesty King George has voted £4,000 towards an expedition to the Pacific Ocean,

and we have chosen Mr. Alexander Dall Rimple to lead it.

Your grace, my lords, members of the Royal Society,

to command this expedition is a great honour and one for which I am eminently suited.

This is no time for false modesty.

I am the man best qualified in all the kingdom to undertake not only the transinsiting,

but that after the search to find and to make settlement of the vast South Land.

The century is the mythical southern continent as teased and intrigued us.

My researchers have proved that the South continent exists

from here below the equator, through the tropics, to the temperate and frigid zones,

from quidders as spirotusanto to the very bottom of the world.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Jones?

The largest and perhaps the most fertile country in the world.

Why are we concerned about unrest and our American colonies of some two million people?

When here is a land of over 50 millions.

Believe me, gentlemen, it exists.

It sprawls here in the great Pacific Ocean, a weight in a Columbus,

a weight in a man of vision to claim it and settle it for England.

Who is better qualified than I to undertake such a mission?

I speak as if we were to my lungs.

Come back to bed my love.

As if we had no feelings to be heard.

Oh, it was a fool.

And I, sir.

Oh, dreams.

To think for one moment.

I am a fool not to accept my good fortune.

Three fine children and an astonishingly handsome wife.

And Joseph Banks' squire is worthy for that.

I know of us, Der argue, with such an important matter.

What sort of man is he?

A plain man, his James Cook.

Yet complex.

Self-taught in astronomy and the sciences.

A man long neglected by lowly birth.

When will the choice be made?

No, it must be soon.

Mr. Banks?

Mr. Dow Rental.

Well, if you walk off in an up-and-cute garden, you meet everyone.

May I introduce Dr. Daniel Cylander.

I'm meeting with you.

That is tough.

You have offered the fortune to equip the journey to the south seas.

I take it we do not meet by chance, sir.

Ten thousand pounds, it is said.

You have the advantage of greater states.

But this expedition is to be mine.

Is that official?

It has been understood for a month past.

I am the Royal Society's choice.

I am the King's choice.

And the Navy?

Have they also chosen you?

I am in closer court with the sea lords.

I show you, Banks.

It is to be my command.

Then there seems nothing to discuss.

Simply, that if you wish to accompany my voyage, you will apply.

And I will give it consideration to date you.

Ex- Gordon Ray.

An ambitious Scott, my dear fellow, convinced of his own divinity.

Oh, and tend to see voyage.

But not, I think, with Mr. Dalrymple.

James!

Oh, this is the King.

You are required to wait upon Sir Edward Hawk, first door to the abutty.

Tomorrow at 11 in the form of noon.

Sir? Sir, one moment of peace.

Miss Dalrymple.

Sir Edward, he has no appointment.

You may leave us.

I see you have had my reply.

I have the backing of the Royal Society.

Your letter is an insult.

Sit down, Mr. Dalrymple.

Thank you, no.

The society wants me.

The King commends me.

I am the leading scholar in Europe on the existence of a southern continent.

That may be so.

But you are not a seaman.

And I am not going to hand over Commander one of his majesty ships to you.

If the great South Land is to be discovered, I am the authority.

Academic insistence on the shape of the world is not an essential quality for leadership of an expedition to establish it.

You will be welcome.

My letter states it as a civilian observer.

Under whose authority?

The naval officer we choose.

I will have command or nothing.

Then sir, you will have nothing.

We shall see about that.

You may pull string as Mr. Dalrymple.

Indeed, you may hold on strong ropes.

But while I am sea lord, no one but a serving naval man, bred in naval tradition, shall Commander vessel under naval orders.

Admiral Hock, I shall move for your impeachment.

On what grounds?

This obedience.

Defiance of the King's wish.

I swear before God, Dalrymple, that I would soon a hang,

then give command of an English ship to a conceited adventurer who would not know a mis-mast from a maple.

Someone a meeting of the sea lords?

I have been waiting.

They wait all week.

They wait all week.

They wait all week if ordered, so Edward is a busy man.

In his opinion there can be no impeachment. The Navy is instructed to furnish a vessel for this venture.

It's command is a matter entirely for your lordship.

A m obliged to you.

Well, Master Cook, a long day. You have your co-ship, your Whitby Cat.

And please to announce your promotion to First Lieutenant and to handle your orders.

You have command. I place my trust in you. You will raise a crew and prepare your ship for sea.

Mr. Higgs? Yes, sir.

I want the captain and win less overhaul.

I make storage for additional anchors.

Hi, Sir.

Oson?

Mr. Gaugh.

Hi, I sir.

Where do you hear from, Mr. Gaugh? From the American colony, sir.

From Boston.

I'm glad to have you aboard.

I'm thinking that you've already sailed to the Pacific.

Captain, sir, you want to ten years' cabin?

Ten last year, sir.

I want the quarter-decoration to make headroom. I want the galley extended.

And the sail lock is enlarged. I mean, that's done. You can sail on the lower deck.

Hi, sir.

We say years work.

Nonsense. We sail and sequence.

Lieutenant.

I'm afraid that you and the other officers will have to occupy cabins down below.

I hate to issue such an order. It will be hellish in the tropics and grim off the horn,

but I have no choice. I have been commanded to receive aboard Joseph Banks' choir and his party,

most of whom are important and demand single cabins on the upper deck.

We're managed, Captain.

I hope so, Mr. Gaugh.

But I fear there will be other demands and debts collected before this voyage is over.

Overbob with the rest, Mr. Hicks.

Sir.

You heard my orders. Mr. Gaugh will lend a hand.

All right. Together.

Hey, what do you think you're doing?

Jettisoning the pork.

Captain's orders.

I must protest, sir. Such waste.

You must protest, sir, Jean Moncals.

You?

That salt pork is full of maggots.

Had you passed it fit for consumption?

Oh, salt pork is full of maggots?

No. Not on my ship.

And, er...

You queried my order for barrels of sour crowds.

I assumed it was a mistake, Captain. No English sellers would eat German crowd.

Tea sellers, Wells, Arjun Moncals, they will eat crowd.

But first, the officers will eat it.

To demonstrate how tasty it is, how nourishing you yourself will eat and enjoy it.

Won't you?

If you insist, Captain?

I insist, Mr. Fells.

There will be no scurvy on the ship.

Do you want to make myself clear?

There is a complete leap.

Ah, mid-ship and fire.

Sir?

How many crew are we still shot?

Fourteen, sir.

Er...

Advise the press gang.

Thought I'd like volunteers if such a thing were possible.

Yes, sir.

Take this one.

Set him free.

Take this one.

Set him free.

This one. This one. Yes. Yes.

No children. Set him free.

He's a strong ill bastard, sir.

No, set him free. Yes. Yes.

Run! Get him on!

Come on! Move on!

Come on! Move!

Come on!

On board! Come on! Get him on!

Keep on moving!

I ain't children.

No. Well, you go homeboy. You're free.

I'm fifteen.

Well, nearly. How far do you sail?

To the south seas.

Back to your family.

I ain't got none.

Put in for their arms.

It's nothing.

It's nothing.

It's nothing.

The answer.

Mmm.

Well, you have a name.

Yum.

Nicholas Yum.

A name one calls me young Nick.

Hmm.

Do they indicate?

Will you take me, sir?

I don't know where it is in south seas, but it can't be worse than he.

Well, we'll find that out, young Nick.

Well, we'll find that out, young Nick.

Well, me.

The new baby will be born before the years end.

It will be far to the south.

Off the Cape.

I'll drink his health and yours.

His indeed.

I'll drink his health.

I'll drink his health.

And yours.

His indeed.

I'll drink his health.

I'll drink his health.

And yours.

His indeed.

Well, us.

Providing she looks like you.

Come home, safe and sell my love.

Don't lose your temper with Joseph Banks' squire.

Even if he is a trouble to you.

You'll be that.

I promise you.

Welcome aboard, Mr. Banks.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

May I introduce my part?

Dr. Daniel Solander, friend and botanist from Sweden.

Don't. Mr. Charles Green, the astronomer.

Mr. Gray.

Mr. Alexander Barkan, botanist and illustrator.

Mr. Sidney Parkinson, artist.

Spalling my secretary, my footman and servants from the inn.

My officers, Lieutenant Hicks and Gore.

Bitch at Mintlark and Serge and Mungaus.

Gentlemen.

We'll have your baggage stored, sir.

You seem to have brought great deal.

Oh, there is, I believe, more to come.

All essential, of course.

Well, what do I have, Esther?

A comment, ain't it?

I do.

Mr. Clark, sir.

Then I'm in and the rigging, Mr. Clark, who apparently have no work to do.

All ratings.

What is your duty, Sogor Bello?

You there, get below.

Gentlemen.

Hi, Mr. Green, we have a role, Dave.

Well, Lieutenant Hicks will conduct you to your accommodation.

If you would accompany me, gentlemen.

Sogor, arrange for the party to bring the baggage?

Yes.

You three, come with me.

About the dot.

Yes, well, they will, er, they will remain on deck.

Oh, no, they're of delicate suspicion.

They would be better, sir, but if they come on my ship,

they will travel on deck.

Sir.

As you wish.

Eddie, I'm Mr. Clark.

I'll make our distinguished guests as comfortable and as well from you.

You can.

Yes, sir.

Right.

Get their spots and boxes below.

Come on, me.

Gentry.

I'm going for the lucky guy to sail on his water.

Is this it?

Yes, sir.

At the cost.

At the cost.

At all, portion.

Ten, portion.

Ten, portion.

Ten, portion.

Garment, answer.

Almond, answer.

Good, one more.

Three.

Good job, sir.

Right now, Bob, raise it.

Garment, I'm going to talk to you, raise it.

Go, Bob.

Go, Bob.

Go, Bob.

Go, Bob.

What's it, sir?

It's a little bit of a problem.

It's a little bit of a problem.

It's a little bit of a problem.

Yes, sir.

Now, of course, it's south, south-west.

To this guy, then west of Finister to find the trailer.

Over there.

Over there.

We are ordered by a Rio, M.K. Pawn, into the Pacific,

by June next to reach Orta Iti,

there to sight and observe the transit of Venus.

Careful.

Afterwards, I have to open these ill lords,

and we will learn the real purpose of our boat.

The wind's pressuring, sir.

He's off the head change, will you go off?

Hello, sir.

Here's the head change.

Raising, where are Mr. Bank?

Yes.

Are you not well?

Try not looking at the sea.

Be lost and seize all around us.

I'll ignore it.

Can't you make the confounded ship stop rocking?

It should be Carmel when we reach latitude thirty north.

But go to your boat, sir.

Thank you, Mr. Gar.

It's for love, Mr. Gar.

Come from the Americas.

Oh, glass the Americas are in me boat.

Not Mr. Gar.

He sailed as masters mate on the dolphin.

This won't be his first visit to the south seas.

He'll be invaluable, ashore.

Look, try moving with the ship, like this.

That's it? Yes, that's it.

Try!

Stand by, to assist.

Don't let him go overboard.

No, sir.

Or better or worse.

James Cook.

Let us hope and pray your choice was a wise one.

My choice?

Clearly yours.

And if he fails, my failure?

You are, after all, the first lord of the Admiralty.

And if there's never been a secret, has it, Lord Sandrich,

that you covered the position?

My dear, Sir Edward,

I approve of your choice,

Father to cook them the dreadful, delderemple.

As for the post of First Lord,

I dare say in the fullness of time you will retire to your estates

and enjoy a well-earned rest.

I shall make myself available,

if my country wishes me to succeed you.

If Cook fails, of course,

that may come sooner than we expect.

Thank you.

Congratulations.

And Dr. My old soreburn.

Tell a port.

No, thank you.

No.

You can come gently.

The devil takes tomorrow.

Another son.

There's another son.

I'm losing.

Firelock style.

Firelock style.

So great, a god, Mr. Hicks.

Engineers and prey to the almighty.

For what, sir?

For off-weather.

A star to put these fine gentry on their backs and in their balls.

They fill the great cabin, sir.

They have done for weeks passes, if it were theirs alone.

Patience, Mr. Hicks, and Pre-Hann.

High wind and rock seas would work miracles.

It's all very well.

Truth is a captain has beholden to Joseph Banks.

Easy is a carol.

That stockyard does it.

I wasn't even an officer two months ago.

Then he left tenant now, no higher in rank than us.

He's still the captain.

It's more to run a ship than a knowledge of navigation.

Medical inspection might appear all those keen and dry.

No one gets a slow back until he's had his secret pen.

Get your arms.

Open your mouth.

Put it at your legs.

Open up the pogs.

No.

I wish I could handle that.

Pop.

Right next.

Get out of Washington!

Get out of Washington!

Whoo!

Sergeant.

Whoo!

The order of strip and wash includes all the reins of our ship.

Sir.

The Navy has long suspected, Sergeant, that members of the Marine Corps have an aversion to soap and water.

Clean ship.

Main crew.

That includes all of you.

Proceed to strip.

Sir.

My first gentleman, this fetish for hygiene, will not include us.

We're undresser.

Shy.

Says Washington, Elfie.

Captain George's legs.

You'll have cleanliness on this ship.

Hey.

Drown the fuck.

Yeah, what's with him?

Yeah.

Captain George.

Yeah.

Captain George.

Yeah.

You're polite, young Nick.

Stay your feet somewhere else, not on my cat.

I thought he was a ship's cat.

He damned his mind.

That is me a quote of fish-ducey food every day.

Yes?

That's right.

So I won't get the yaws or the scurvy or any of them things.

Fish grub.

Look.

Look.

Hey, hey.

Hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

Hey.

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One mutinous behaviour. Twelve lashes.

Do your duty.

Mutiny. That is a serious offence Captain.

Do you, Dr. Zollinger? It has been done for me.

But the cat is about a barrier punishment, sir.

I'm a grinder green, Mr. Parkinson.

But we're a small world of our own.

A doubt discipline you and I could be cast into the longboats

without your watercolours, Mr. Parkinson. Perhaps without oars.

But what exactly was their crime captain?

Their crime, sir, was to not eat freshly eat.

Not eat me. You mean they were flawed for that?

They were, Mr. Parkinson. We'll be again if they refuse their ration,

especially in an insubordinate and noisy manner, likely to infect others.

That sounds rather extreme, doesn't it?

I am going to take this crew to the Pacific and back.

Now, some sailors die from storms or drowning,

but most sailors die from the disease of scurvy.

If these men refuse their ration, if they refuse,

sound drought or onion or lemon juice, they will be flawed.

I intend to bring them safe home again.

Bruce, perhaps, but alive.

And, uh...

while we are here, gentlemen...

Um, this part of the ship is known as the Great Cali.

It has been, since time immemorial, the refuge of the captain and his officers.

For here we spread our charts and attend to the business of the ship.

I will ask you to, um, to be a little more considerate.

To occupy a little less room, to make a little less noise.

To remember, in a case you believe you are the chosen of the earth,

that we are, in fact, at sea.

Thank you.

I must protest.

Of course you must.

I think little of you have hidden.

I want to say, Mr. Banks,

I may well be indebted to you.

But, well, there can be put one captain of the ship.

And you, sir, are not aliens.

Do I make myself clear?

Very.

I'm deeply sorry.

He could endure us. Don't let a threat.

It's not easy. That husband will see.

Is there any way to send word?

Not where he is.

I'll tell you the best. He needs care and comfort.

Send for me if you need me. Come on, boy.

My love.

I had him baptized Joseph. He was a fine baby. One week old.

Francis has a comfort to me. And the boys.

And young Elizabeth also.

I do not know in truth if you will ever receive this letter,

or how it will reach you.

Or indeed, how many years before you come home to me?

To commit my grief to pay for ease is the loneliness.

And it is lonely.

Arometer's dropping, sir.

There is snow. So the most point of the unpurricers.

Almost the Cape Horn itself, and Mr. Banks has to go ashore and pick flowers.

Much won't they will get from them tonight.

Are you sure this is the way?

No, sir. It's difficult to tell now that the sun's gone.

The servants, there's no sign of them.

We shouted, but they didn't answer.

Little hope of finding them now till morning.

How are you?

How are you?

How are you?

How are you?

How are you?

How are you?

How are you?

What ever rebuke you wish to make is justified.

It was crass stupidity, unforgivable of me.

It was unwise to venture so far.

But understand about after so long and see.

I was afraid for you.

I would hardly have been welcome back in England if I'd gone home without Joseph Banks.

It's good of you to say so.

Sorry about your servants.

We have to be a long time together, you and me.

The different kinds of men can change that.

But without a chord, this voyage will achieve nothing.

Our dreams will be wasted in empty scabbles.

I think success and everything we crave depends upon us both.

I took the liberty.

Would you drink with me?

Drink with me to my wife, Elizabeth and her new babe.

It must be born by now.

I'd be honored.

To mother and child.

To mother and child.

To mother and child.

Are we south of the Cape?

That would be a good day.

I shall write in my journal, we rounded the horn in good cheer.

I think I found my sea legs at last.

Square up on the top so brace us.

I will interize you.

Get her off, you man!

Put another reef in the ball course!

I am coming!

I'm coming!

I'm coming!

Come on, man!

Get her off!

Put her reef in the men course!

Get her off!

Put her off, you man!

Put her reef in the men course!

If you don't drown, boy, you can tell your youngons are double-k born.

You can have any youngins after a check like this.

So much.

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo!

And I think I could be roistering in the salons of London.

Can you not promise me better weather?

I can promise you warmer weather.

with her every day we sail northward.

Seabirds and fishing abundance.

Stand off!

Come!

It's the guard!

Stop that duke!

Stand off!

What's going on?

He's the thief, sir.

If he is, there are punishments laid down.

Get diffic'd.

Your name?

Greenstone, sir.

William.

They accuse you of theft.

Is it true?

I see your skin purse I bought in Rio, sir.

With money in it.

This island!

Did you steal it?

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Gibson.

Hi, Captain.

Samuel Gibson.

You, Marie, are not aboard this ship by my wish, Gibson.

Now, any more of this behaviour?

And I'll have you in irons.

Get below.

You remain.

Come on, move!

You know thieving's a crime.

Listen.

And it has to be punished.

Report to me in the Great Captain of the Eight Bells.

Yes, sir.

The

Did you see that?

What?

See what?

May I overbud?

Not to may I overbud?

May I?

It was no fault of yours.

I've written in my journal,

Cornish was at sea, a part of naval life, essential to good order.

Perfectly true.

Yes, I know it.

He was so young.

Only 18 years old.

Marine William Green Slade.

He was so afraid of punishment by me.

He chose death instead.

Report to point starboard helmsman.

Report to point starboard, sir.

Report to point starboard, sir.

Report on sir.

Report on sir.

Report on sir.

Report on sir.

Report on sir.

Report on sir.

Report on sir.

Report on sir, sir.

Report on sir.

Report on sir.

ico.

Who must.

Follow us and while.

Oh!

Wefeed like that!

Realm admit man, amen lie man!

Vero star le Heavena!

Vero star le recar!

Oh, Tahiti, gentlemen, an Arcadium is to go home, and we shall be the kings of it, and

the price of love is a ship's nail.

From experience?

Yes.

Who's shame, sir?

Is disgusting, Mr. Wall?

To take advantage of this simple folk?

I assure you, Doctor, these simple folk are the most cooperative participants.

A nail?

And do they build with it or use it for but?

I think it is simply a token.

In our society, those who can afford it give jewels.

I'll settle for a nail.

For this, believe me, you will spend the most passionate and enchanting night of your

life.

Gentlemen, the ship's locked.

April the 13th, 1769.

The day after the voyage of eight months, we anchored in Matavia Bay on the island of

Tahiti.

We are seven weeks ahead of time, and have suffered only four deaths, three by accident,

and one by suicide.

No one has died from sickness or from scurvy.

Bravo.

Well, tomorrow I hope we will tread on dry land again.

Amen to that.

Oh, Tahiti.

Oh, Tahiti.

Oh, Tahiti.

Oh, Tahiti.

Oh, Tahiti.

Lieutenant Gore knows the island, having served on HMS Dolphin, when she called here

two years ago, I'm sending him to make sure our welcome will be friendly.

I'm going to go with you, sir, to keep guard.

I'm going by the skit, both of you wait.

I'm John Gore.

John Gore.

Do you remember?

My friend, my friend, my friend.

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Hi.

I can't see a thing.

What can he be doing?

No doubt extremely delicate negotiations are taking place, sir.

From what I've heard about local customs, I imagine that's the case.

This is Queen O'Berea, sir.

Tell him we're honored, Mr. Goh.

Sir.

Yes, sir.

If I eat, I'll eat.

Yes, sir.

I think we are invited to a welcoming ceremony, a shore.

Ah!

Well, you thank the Queen.

We accept.

With pleasure.

De Faril Mottu.

Prueh O'Yana.

Naru O'Yana.

That on him.

He ate.

He ate.

Naru O'Yana.

He ate.

He ate.

He ate.

Naru O'Yana.

He ate.

Naru O'Yana.

He ate.

He ate.

He ate.

He ate.

He ate.

He ate.

He ate.

Prueh O'Yana.

Prueh O'Yana.

What did she say, Gore?

Something about the captain?

Oh, yes, sir.

Well, what?

Didn't you understand it?

Yes, sir.

I did.

But I don't quite know how to put it.

The Queen likes the cut of the captain's jimp, if you follow me, sir.

As a fancy for him.

I'm sorry, sir.

Tell her I'm happily married, man.

That wouldn't make any difference, sir.

I did.

I did.

Prueh O'Yana.

In other words, yes.

Prueh O'Yana.

Oh, wait.

What she's promising, sir.

I can't translate.

Oh, wait.

Oh, wait.

Oh, wait.

Oh, wait.

Oh, wait.

Oh, wait.

Oh, wait.

Oh, wait.

Oh, wait.

Oh, wait.

Oh, wait.

Oh, wait.

Oh, wait.

Holy my God.

Wanna have to look for gas?

Don't go too far.

No.

No.

Oh, wait.

Oh, wait.

Oh, wait.

Okay.

Always.

Gonna go.

Hey, lady.

OK.

Watch this.

They reckon this is

What's this?

They reckon this is ours, huh?

Hey, yeah.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

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Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, that's it.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

I see.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

I'm going to get a little commercials for you.

I'm going to go.

Oh, no.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

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No.

Capsule of the other queens,

Queen.

It is very gracious of the Queen.

But, um, show her this.

You have to laugh.

Who did?

It is my wife, who is very jealous and would be angry.

My wife is the mother of my children,

and I could never deceive her.

Even far away, she would know.

I am a woman.

I am a woman.

I am a woman.

I am a woman.

What do you say?

She is transferring her fancy.

You are in favour.

You are a woman.

You are a beautiful man.

You go to royal bed, make big love with Queen.

Not even for the future of the Royal Society of England.

Thank the Queen for her great honour.

Tell her I am unworthy.

I am a woman.

I am a woman.

I am a woman.

The Queen has a beautiful gift for you.

Oh, I couldn't possibly.

I think you are most.

Yes, sir.

It would insult her if you refused.

Thank the Queen. I accept.

Whatever it may be.

But I am a woman.

I am a woman.

I am a woman.

I am a woman.

I am a woman.

I am a woman.

I am a woman.

I am a woman.

I am a woman.

Sir, I am afraid that a bunch of thieves are.

What is the trouble?

Dr. Sonder has lost his snuff box.

Mr. Parkinson is spectacle case.

The surgeon had a silver buckle stolen from his shoe.

He was wearing it.

A lot of muting and even the crew report was missing.

I cannot eat this lady's food and accuse her people of robbery.

I can't allow it to go unpunished, Kirtle.

Nor can we provoke an incident while attending a ceremony of welcome.

I am sorry, Miss Eggs.

We need their friendship and cooperation. That comes first.

Tell our people to keep their hands in their pockets.

Yes, sir.

I am a woman.

Stop.

What is the problem?

What is going on?

I am a woman.

I am a woman.

I am a woman.

I am a woman.

I am a woman.

I am a woman.

I am a woman.

I am a woman.

I am a woman.

What are the bastards' signs, sir?

Are you carrying a knife?

A highly small one, sir.

You threatened to cut this woman's throat with it.

Unless she gave you the axe.

Why, sir?

Bligneithens, Elias!

He says all these people are his witnesses.

And that his wife's hand was cut by the knife.

Fight, sir.

Abel Seaman, Jeffs.

You have abused the hospitality of our hosts.

Disobe by strict orders and offer violence to a woman.

Your punishment will be a lesson to all.

And I have brought those you offended here to witness the justice is done.

Have you ought to say?

Seazim.

Seazed, sir.

Two dozen lashes.

Do you do, dear?

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What the fuck am I gonna do?

Well, of course I know how this is going.

Well, they're coming.

Well, but I get the 15th off, and it wasn't the 15th off you can you until they fell

here.

Good god.

He's stopping.

Borson sees flogging.

Mr. Gaughal.

Tika, I guess to show.

Explain to them that this is British justice.

And that we are not barbarians.

Yes, sir.

Arritator.

No way to wear it, way.

Until they need the ship.

I'm sorry.

It may seem wrong to you.

But this is our way.

My dear Esteleiser, these weekly letters to you accumulate.

I have no knowledge of whether I can ever dispatch them home to you.

This is a beautiful place.

But I do not know what to make of its people.

They steal.

They have no morals.

And yet, like forgiving children, they weep when others are punished.

Come in.

You didn't tell me, Captain, when we took aboard Joseph Banks and his party, that one of them was an epileptic.

I didn't know.

Who?

If you were Mr. Buckner, bother to tell me of his weakness, we might have saved his life.

Now you're a botanist and illustrator short.

Through no fault of mine.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Sergeant Munkhouse seems to take it as a personal affront that poor Buckner is dead.

I'm sure Mr. Buckner meant no harm to the wretched fellow.

I find Munkhouse very tedious.

They don't seem to care for one another, Master Perry.

No, sir.

Do you know why?

Well, you obviously do.

Praying light in me.

It all started, sir, when Mr. Banks was gifted by the fat queen with two hand maidens.

Mm. Made and so very much doubt.

But another young lady, you mean?

Well, sir, the surgeon said to Mr. Banks, I like the look of one of your deans.

Mm. The dean, dean.

And Mr. Banks said, you can't have a good day.

And Mr. Banks said, you can't have either.

And the surgeon said Mr. Banks was a greedy bugger begging your pardon, sir.

And what did Mr. Banks say to them?

That the surgeon's parents had obviously met for five minutes on a dark night and never met a game to get waited.

Do you think they'll come to blow as young William?

Oh, she'll be surprised, Captain.

Oh, I'm very much informed.

Well, thanks to you both.

So poor, broken up well, is a long, cold sleep ahead.

Here, take this.

Put it back in the verdals, that's not all the way.

Two secretaries, get rid of them for your name.

Don't let these monkeys get so close.

Here's an old man.

Come here.

Tell them to clear out.

No trespassing, understand?

No.

All shut off.

This now fought Venus.

Our odd bounds do you understand that.

This other land.

Oh, this do is your towel.

Come on, man.

Listen.

Sir, your manner is offensive.

Sir.

Notation overbearing.

Oh, I was not so lucky at your beck and call.

He is the respected elder of his people.

Time to treat him as such.

Yes, sir.

If you say so, get back to your place.

Come get back.

Hold that rifle.

Ask me to have him.

I apologize.

You say you come in peace.

Why you make fence?

Bring guns.

Good.

Very good.

Oh, damn.

It's, uh, what is it this time?

You changed your mind yet?

What about?

Oh, you're not perfectly well.

What about?

No one needs too young, ladies.

Are you going to do the decent thing?

No, certainly not.

They were a gift.

I have no right to dispose of either.

Besides, I am unable to choose between them.

I am unable to choose between them.

Then, in my opinion, you are not only in borderland selfish,

you are extremely un-sporting.

TD is red.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Oh, no.

Samuel.

Samuel.

Samuel Gibson.

Samuel Gibson.

Yeah.

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, oh.

Oh, oh.

Oh.

Oh, oh.

Oh, oh.

The boy.

Hey.

The boy.

Oh, oh.

Hey.

Hey.

Cedric, 100 for her.

Come back, you thief and bastard.

For her.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Stop shooting!

He's dead.

Too bad he stole a musket.

Why us start doing that?

Gibson, for neglect of your gun in a manner likely to provoke the theft.

You are confined to the ship for 14 days.

All plays suspended until further notice.

Now, dismiss.

Wilkinson, will you act from a sense of duty, even if ill advised and hasty?

No action will be taken.

You may go.

Thank you, sir.

And even if we punished him, Mr. Gore, our host would not necessarily consider it a virtue.

If I may be excused, Captain.

No, you may not.

However stupid the Boson's act may have been, nevertheless, a musket was stolen.

I want it back.

I want to explain to these people their thieving has to stop.

I want it made known that we regret the killing.

Now, you are my emsury, Mr. Gore.

We can't change their nature, sir.

It's their way to be generous with love and careless with possessions.

I don't want to change their ways.

Just make them respect ours.

Now make them understand.

Sir.

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this paradise.

Leave it to his own people.

Careful with this one.

It's the quadrant.

What to do, sir?

If the weather's kind to us, this measures the time it takes

the Venus to cross the sun.

Some of us have almost forgotten it's why we came here.

The market has taken a turn for the worse.

The price of love is no longer one ships now, but three.

The price of love may well be our most painful melody.

T.D. as well.

Few row up.

My knowledge of their tongue increases every day.

Close acquaintance is the best teacher, sir.

Hmm.

Harry, Harry.

Eh?

My time.

My time.

Excuse me, but the conversation is beyond my feeble wits.

No, we're boring, you my dear fellow.

Is you were the most boring man aboard?

To bore you is an achievement indeed.

Gentlemen, gentlemen, this feud has gone on long enough.

Oh, I entirely agree.

I think surgeon Munker should take himself ashore

and be relieved of whatever irritates him.

You irritate me, sir.

You do.

More than any distemper.

Pray I never need an amputation.

He would use his rustiest and bluntest tour.

You provoke him, Mr. Banks.

I find the sport irresistible, Captain.

You know, these are the most hospitable people in the world.

I complimented a man the other day on the beauty of his wife.

Take her, he said.

Half her as a gift.

And did you?

Oh, I have but two arms, sir, and both would encumber.

However, I feel it's a courtesy that should be encouraged.

Captain.

Mr. Gray, come in.

Join us.

The quadrant.

What's happened?

It's gone.

Stolen.

Those steaming suffages have taken it.

Come on, you man.

Move!

Move!

Now get out of the way, you sleepy bastards.

God damn it!

What's going on?

I'm trying.

Get out of my way.

It's not a shrine, I'll be certain.

Strip the base.

Sir, Jeffrey Inge.

Right.

Turn over and match.

Turn over and fight the path.

Yes, Mr. Clark?

Sir, is this the best way?

Sir, I'll take whatever measures

that are necessary, Mr. Clark.

He'll help you.

He'll help.

He'll help her.

He'll help.

Come on, Auntie.

You'll run for arrest.

Let me go, Mr. Clark.

No, wait a minute.

We'll have a temporary arrest.

Come on, damn it.

Come on, now you sir.

I'll have a more than this.

I did, Mr. Gore.

I ordered this.

Sir, you mustn't.

Don't tell me, Mr. Gore, what I must almost not do.

Tell the queen I regret this.

But her people leave me no choice.

I'm taking her hostage until the thief is found.

Here!

Here!

I don't know if you're making a mistake.

No, sir, you're making a mistake.

Now take it over there.

I tell the king's island!

Good.

Good.

Draw as many sketches as you can, Mr. Parkinson.

Mr. Hicks, arrange to have these taken to every village.

A complete search of the eye.

Well, that could take weeks, sir.

Don't argue with me, Ex.

With two days, so do it.

Don't you realize that if we can't find that quadrant, we've

come halfway across the world for nothing?

That means failure.

With a joke of London, ridiculed of every tavern.

Some men are not our failures.

They have family or influence.

But I have only one chance.

And I mustn't fail.

I can't.

Remember!

It's your own bike, cant you have a cigarette?

Where must I zip the door modem, Psilous?

As soon as you find the regret, I'll give you free

rent.

I won't get drunk together.

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