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We'll be there now, will you boy?

I'm Sam Molly, eh?

I'm in a box, eh?

Hey.

Yeah, what about that Spanish bin, eh?

What about this, are you in?

That's a free list.

Right, eh?

Imagine yourself Captain M. Doe.

With your first cargo down there in the whole.

850 casts of senior brigands' wife.

Well, Mrs. O'Nedon, you just stepped on deck, read the weather and ship.

Right, James.

Windlight, easterly.

All sails set and dry and fully.

Huh?

Where are we heading?

Homeward bound.

Lisbon to Liverpool.

You happen to be pointing in the right direction.

Of course the compass.

Of course, Mr. Baines.

Nor worse by Nor the half-nortles.

Now in our wind direction.

Of course all we need is our position.

You're a seaman's daughter.

Try your hand at shooting the sun.

Now, since it's a zero, eh?

Right.

Want you at the sun?

Now move that eye for the sun, because it's the horizon.

Don't forget the clamps grow.

Don't keep still.

You're steady.

You'll brace yourself against the roll of the ship.

One degree error can put us 60 miles out now, Rickeney.

Got it, I think.

Huh, no signs to Baines.

Aye, sir.

You're a steady.

Time.

Start the bells, Mr. Baines.

Try the bell!

That's all there is to it.

Come on, let's go get out.

That's all we need.

There's never no luck with women.

Hey?

On board ship, I mean.

There we are.

Nune position.

Right.

Our first remember.

Latitude has measured north or south of the equator,

longitude east or west of the Greenwich Meridian.

Line of latitude, meridian of longitude.

Plum line for the one.

Timepiece for the other.

Where the two calculations intersect.

Position.

Right.

Let's see you measure the days we're on.

Yesterday's known position.

Today's position.

138 miles.

Average speed.

Six knots.

I can navigate over here.

We left Lisbon five days ago with Mr. Braganza's wine.

Why do we sail so far out into the Atlantic?

We head out to pick up the Westerlies.

OSC.

I still don't fully understand our back-haring Mr. Braganza's wine free.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

But where the

back-haring Mr. Braganza's wine free of charge.

We can nevertheless show profit.

Senior Braganza understands well enough.

Which is why I decided not to renew Callan's contract.

Let me carry the wine instead.

Understandable if you'll carry it free of charge.

Ah, but remember,

I also agree to return his empty gasks at full-frightage.

But we have a ship load of wine for the college of which we'll not receive one penny piece.

How will we live in the meantime?

There'll be debts to meet and cruel to be paid.

You're forgetting two important factors?

First, as Brigances agent, I shall receive.

10% commission on all wine carried and two, my brother Robert.

Robert?

I remember the partnership agreement.

Robert thought he could gain something for nothing

by simply stretching his name across a piece of paper.

Robert's about to learn a lesson.

Oh?

All right.

Robert's responsible for all debts incurred during the voyage.

Here.

I'd give a ging to see his face when the debtor starts.

Lumbering for their Jews.

Oh, sir.

Home in three weeks, he said.

With fuck profits for his bull.

Damn.

Three weeks and three days and still no sign of his damn ship.

Young COVID-19 ship has been cited.

Daniel's ship?

But I'm a dreadful sight.

Oh, he mustn't see me thus.

Elizabeth, what about your...

Cool.

I imagined you'll be welcoming a new brother

and I shortly missed her and Eden.

My sister does not lack for suitors, Mr. Simpson.

Just my pleasantly Mr. and Eden.

No offence meant to an untaken, I hope.

There's just one other little matter.

Oh?

An outstanding account.

Two casters pick a beef for your brother, James, his ship.

Oh, well, then.

Ship stores his ship's business, Mr. Simpson.

Not mine.

When I offered this account, a very generous discount.

It was to you, Mr. and Eden.

Not a ship.

MUSIC

Where'd you get this pig, Swill, James?

Will the Robert?

I know, I'd the better of that bargain.

And we'll take his profit where he can.

Not at our expense.

The last work where the salt would tolerate this awful.

Shops not an hotel, you know, Anne.

Just as well, it had precious few customers.

How's Daniel arrived?

He's taking a glass of wine with Robert.

No, hold your breath.

I think it time that you and Daniel

put up the band.

Daniel has his mind set upon being master of a fine ship first.

Mm.

We shall have to drag that young man to the altar I can see.

Otherwise, you're in danger of being left on the shelf, my girl.

Daniel leaves little persuasion.

I do assure you.

Why, he's a l

I do believe you're blushing.

And natural agitation.

Perhaps you're lacing's a little too tight.

Daniel says it's very becoming.

Come back and come back here.

Jusc horrific, honey.

Now I just want to get it fixed because I...

Well, If...

It's all a littlegy.

Then, what's it going on here?

My little book.

First set side.

Can I get him?

They're becoming.

Hello.

What's up with you, Jacko?

It's me, Stomach.

It's burning.

What's the matter?

It's like that all night.

What's the matter?

I'm the glass of material, Jacko.

But, my darling, I'm the joves nectar-sip.

I would not change for life.

Very good. Very good.

Did you know Mr. Callan had already broke the match with Daniel's promotion?

Oh? Yes, he has promised me the first available birth.

As master?

Ah, well, he dangled that carrot before James for nine on six years.

I always found Mr. Callan to be a man of his words, sir.

How would promotion affect your future plans, Mr. Fogarty?

Well, I hope Mrs. Honidin' that I shall then be in a position to ask for Elizabeth's hand.

Well, I shouldn't wait too long if I were you.

Young Fraser hovers like a bee rounder, honeypot.

Fraser?

Really, Robert, don't take any notice of my husband, Mr. Fogarty, he's a great tea.

I mean, what a say, Sarah.

It's time that Elizabeth was married.

And Daniel here would make a damn sight better, husband, than young Fraser.

Who is this Fraser?

Mr. Albert Fraser, the son of the shipbuilder.

He keeps trying to persuade his father to build steam ships.

I see a floating kettleman.

Well, if he's pestering you with his unwarranted attention, Elizabeth, I trust you will give me the satisfaction of dealing with him on your behalf.

On the contrary, Mr. Fraser is quite the little gentleman.

You're servant, Miss Elizabeth. If I may be of service, Miss Elizabeth, may I have the privilege of taking your arm, Miss Elizabeth?

Beverly does. If I am aboard ship, I put a roof in his tail smart enough.

You mustn't take it to Miss Daniel.

You've no cause of jealousy of Mr. Fraser, I do assure you.

You're twice the man.

Jealousy is quite a common disorder of those with an affectionate nature.

Well, before we were married, Robert was quite the green-eyed monster.

That's still am.

Daniel, a toast to the charlotte roads.

May she return late into the gunnels and with big fat profits all around.

Amen to that.

We shouldn't be waiting, James, return on such anxiety. If he'd left money enough to pay his debts before he sailed.

It seemed a considerable sum at the time, Sarah. £150 was not to be sneezed at.

It took more than that. It's stockin' cordies to re-rig the ship, but you're too stupid.

And what? What?

You're too generous-hearted a man to notice. You're too easily put upon, Robert.

They're a good profits to be made in shipping.

Aye. And losses.

Where every day the newspaper is full of reports of ships bound and wrecked over due.

The shipping is a risky business, Sarah. It's not like a shop.

The-the security in a shop.

I've seen, too, that the folks who have scrubbed out with car-bolic, Mr. Baines. But that seamen is seriously ill.

It's the fever, ma'am. And there'll be a lot more down with it before this voyage is over.

Time is approaching noon, ma'am.

I'll tell Captain unaided.

It's known, James.

Mr. Baines! James, what is it?

No, little my friend.

Mr. Baines!

I can lend a hand, Mr. Baines.

Right, ma'am. We move over the next meeting. Right now on the back there.

Is the ship's fever right enough? See the rash?

Nonsense. So the result of eating tainted meat.

Mr. Baines, it'll spread like wildfire. I've seen it before.

You may leave us, Mr. Baines. Take the noonday observation.

Oh, me?

You're the ship's mate next to an order of command.

But I cannot.

Why?

I don't have the lettering, ma'am. I never had no schooling, you see.

Is there no one who can read them, right?

No one but yourself, ma'am.

I don't know nothing of navigation.

Well, Captain, all need and show you the manner of laying off a course on a chart.

Well, yes, but this...

All I need to know is that I have the land. I see no difficulty.

If I had the letter, I shouldn't travel you, ma'am, when I happened.

So the matter rests in your hands, there's no one else for it.

James?

James?

James!

How's he doing?

That rash is spreading away.

He's coughing a lot.

Blood?

This course will be standing.

West by North out North.

Jail man's still on his back.

He's out like a light.

His message is doing and navigating according to Ben's.

Oh, taking over to my woman.

Who, get lost?

The wind's hitting us, ma'am. You see, I gotta bear away. I must have a new course.

Yes, but I can't get...

The wind is hitting us again.

Watch out, Hedy!

Go west by west, mate. Let's no achieve fears again.

He's gone round to the Nauris now.

What do you suggest, Mr. Baines?

Well, we've got a head to west.

That would take us further out into the Atlantic.

I give her plenty of sea room to get no needings on his feet again.

No, Mr. Baines. My husband undertook to deliver this cargo directly in every extra day at sea costs money.

I should like to take the shortest possible route home.

The aunts are shitting me with fever.

All the more reasons for a short voyage.

They won't thank you for it.

Chips fever is well known to be a contagion of the air.

Best dealt with by the purifying action of clean ocean winds.

Mr. Baines, the men are ill of eating unwholesome meat.

There is only one cure. Come with me, this instant, Mr. Baines.

Here's your one.

I suppose so.

What a waste.

Got it?

I wish I could.

Mr. Baines?

I shall require to examine the contents of each new cask as it's opened.

In future, all meat will be thoroughly cooked and served as broth sauce stews.

I'll not eat ball meat.

Then you shall starve.

The cruel obtain they drink you water from the galley in future after it has been thoroughly boiled.

Ball water, ball meat.

Ball meat. That's enough. Live from you too. Get foreign.

You try my patience, man. You really do.

Mr. Baines?

We need to be two points further west. Mr. Baines?

You're going closer to the wind.

You too on the edge, us eats. You bring the odd chap up.

On the edge!

Bring her up as close as you can.

Thank you, Mr. Baines. Let me have the best course you can make.

Baines! Mr. Baines!

They are the best!

Baines!

Baines! Bring her into the wind!

Bring her into the wind!

When chocolate chamis are under the block, you're welcome ahead, Trillip.

Hold him, sir.

Let's have a look at the damage, son.

How is the injured man, Mr. Baines?

He's lost three fingers, but he'll live.

Poor man.

I have to beg for his bread from now on.

Is he married?

Three children.

I've known worse.

You're a captain's daughter yourself, I understand, man.

In the Navy.

If I'd have had the lettering I'd admit, captain myself by now,

it was those who'd booked learning as all the advantages.

You know, I tried very hard.

Yes.

You must forgive me, Mr. Baines. I was somewhat slow, calculator.

Well, kept no need and seem to read it off the section, man.

But I can't.

However, we sail 138 miles yesterday.

And our new course?

No quarter-wester, but on the starboard tack.

We made a fair amount of leeway, I reckon.

Leeway?

Well, you see, the ship don't sail in a straight line.

The wind sort of blows its sideways.

We call that making leeway.

Oh, yes, of course.

With Captain O'Neill and another man maimed, we need a doctor, Mr. Baines.

I should like to strive for home as quickly as possible.

As you wish.

And still, as near to East North-East as you can, if you please.

And I'll try to calculate our latitude.

East North-East?

Well, keep her as close as I can, man, but there's very little wind.

Latitude.

Latitude.

James.

James.

Latitude, you know.

Yes, James.

How do I calculate latitude?

Old Spain sailing from Polterbok.

Staring by the stars.

Brings good fortune, you see.

Robert may have the better of the bargain, yeah, eh?

Hmm.

Um...

With a hand to the plow.

And the pointer, eh?

See.

James.

So plain.

Plain James, so plain.

Rest easy, James.

Rest easy.

Um...

You've done your best.

Oh, no.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Plain James.

Is that what I am to?

And Polterpole, he said, in a stib.

By the stars.

Now where East to man, what there is it.

The sun moves across the heavens and its back there is from season to season, but the stars, the stars are fixed.

Yes, man.

The plow.

A hand to the plow and the pointer of course.

A gunman?

I've got it, Mr. Baines.

Good, what man?

Hard to get our latitude.

The Polter star, you see.

Latitude is determined by simply measuring the angle of a star fixed above the pole.

The angle is our latitude.

Never know what luck is that woman set foot on board.

Telling a couple of good vittles over the side.

Hi, Vinny, Jack. Oh, boy.

Jack.

Jack.

All right, hevertu.

Now bring the station with the wind.

Stay with the wind, dude.

Ready, ma'am?

We therefore commit his body to the dean.

To return into corruption, looking for the resurrection of the body, when the seas shall give up her dead,

and the life of the world to come through our Lord Jesus Christ.

Hey, man.

I haven't finished.

Where do we have? Where are we?

A lighthouse, a pointer starboard.

A lighthouse?

Hold it.

There's a lighthouse dead ahead.

No, we shall not have position.

I know our position, madam.

That is our Shania island off the French coast.

Stand by the way, ship.

Let your horse be. Come on.

And my way, get out.

A slark away, mizarin' magites.

So much for your navigation. You'll have us at ground.

I don't understand.

I'm taking command, Mrs.

Gobelow and tend to your husband.

This very instant, if you please.

Oh, that's a pardin' dine.

Yes? I wish the speaker was still an agent.

I call him.

Well, good job.

He'll be here directly.

Mr. Lydin.

Yes.

Right, Stockingday.

Oh, you've got your allowman, no?

Yes, I have.

Well, if there's anything that you want to buy...

I'd visit when I get the cash.

Cash?

My son signed aboard the Charlotte Road one month ago.

That's his mark. That's his written name, Jack, or Waters.

That I'm his mother. His wife is entitled to one half of one month's pay.

Not to pay any more, nor less.

Yes, I do understand that, Mrs. Waters.

Good, but the other half of my years were the same claim.

Yes, but it is my brother's ship, and he's still a sea-caught woman.

Look, I'm talking for me to find words, young man.

Your is not cracker. It says so, here. And black and white doesn't lie.

Yes, but I didn't enter into any of your agreements.

But, John Hold did. There's his mark to prove it.

Thirty shillings. If you please, Mr. O'lady.

I'm afraid, Mrs. Waters. You'll have to wait on the return of my brother and his ship.

I'll have your money.

That's only 26 shillings. 30's me, June, 30's, I love.

You forget my discount, Mrs. Waters.

This town won't discount. For cash.

My any other note cracker would charge you what?

Five shillings in the panda, wait. You know it, Mrs. Waters.

I've treated you fair. Very fair.

I need some mustard, I suppose.

Today, too.

All right, Bill?

Poor old Jack, though.

He was a good ship, mate.

There's that bitch of a woman.

It's not her fault. One man in a sailmaker's coffin.

You mean for life? We might turn next.

I've got a mouth like the inside of the dimmles boots.

All we got to drink is boiled water.

And a full cargo winder built it.

Oh, that's out of you.

She's worth in a package ship. One man to do the work of ten men.

I could do with a drink.

Don't worry, boy.

We'll bring over the car tonight.

You better watch out for bites.

I'll watch him.

You need to be important.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

That ship's cargo.

We found this busted casket.

Mustard casket.

Mr. Bames, what's happening here?

Well, just checking to see nothing shifted in the whole man.

Ship's cargo. You're rotting jail for this.

I must forgive you, Mr. Bames. You've commanded your last ship.

Ma'am.

Beg your pardon, ma'am.

Speak when you're sporting two.

What do you saw, ma'am?

That wine is ship's cargo.

You know right you're talking to Mr. Bames like that?

Hey!

Hey!

You'll get back to work.

Mr. Bames, I was asking you, ma'am, to cease interfering with the running of the ship.

The running of the ship? Do you have the impertinence to call that?

That shumbles an exercising command.

Cargo, poof with the crude drug, and mutilist, you take much upon yourself, Mr. Bames.

Ceiling of the storm canvas, ma'am. Two days of fact, calm in our storm canvas, ma'am.

Two days of fact, calm in our storm canvas. We've been at work while you've been a best.

It's no more than the work they engaged to do.

Never overcool the best, no way of one man dead, and another hauling on the same tack,

and two more bare able to hold the dick, little uncluril off.

You broached cargo, Mr. Bames.

I broke cargo.

Ship and cargo in your charge, and I find you drinking it.

Drinking the stuff and I hardly touch my lips.

I swear the other second hang for mutiny.

You done it.

It's not for me. They'd cause enough for complaint and showed it the only way they know how.

I broke she and cargo.

Ship's fever is well known to be a contagion of the air.

For which this specific is the bottle?

Use a little wine for thy stomachs sake, and for thy new firm and his scriptures now.

Ball shot, not steel. That is also scripture, Mr. Bames.

Look, I know ship sand seas and the winds up blow, and I can handle them in drunk or sober.

But a more...obstantly...

Passimonious woman of yourself I never comprehend, and despite of your lettering and your figuring,

we have less notion of our position than what caused us to set than we had three days ago.

That's why the hands are dispirited.

That's why they can only see one handle of always disaster now.

And now if you'll excuse me, I'm required on deck.

Mr. Bames.

Hi.

I'll strike a bargain with you.

What's all about again?

I navigate, you sail.

I'll give that a fair trial already, and you'll draw us a short.

You will agree.

I promise in return to teach you to read and write.

Are you characters?

Yes.

I'm figuring...

Yes?

And no more interfere with my running another ship?

No.

And no more talk of mutiny?

That wild foolish talk, ma'am?

Very well.

Well, the winds in the south west, that could be a fair win.

Then we're in agreement.

Aye.

What course will I set?

Nothing to know if you please, Mr. Bames.

They haven't eaten your egg.

This damn partnership business has ruined my appetite.

Mr. Simpson clamoring for payment, this damn pickled beef.

I shall speak to Mrs. Simpson.

She's an understanding woman.

Yes, but the Siemens wives aren't so understanding.

And who can blame them?

They're asking only for what they're entitled to.

And James didn't leave me enough money to pay them.

And they blame me.

The ships burn to be spoke soon.

Then you shall have your share of the profits.

The Siemens wives will be paid and you can laugh at Mr. Simpson.

Well, I know more vitals from him.

That's a promise.

Morning?

Look at these hooves.

Who's in all?

It's from Mr. Fraser.

He asks if he may have the pleasure of my company to a performance of

Mr. Verde's large travietta.

Really, it's the most formal letter.

Then you must write an equally formal letter of refusal.

Why should I?

I've never been to an opera.

You owe a certain duty to Mr. Fogarty, Elizabeth.

And I'm quite sure that Mr. Fogarty would not allow you to attend any

function as gauded only by Mr. Fraser.

Daniel does not yet rule my life.

And he's been a far too possessive for nature lately.

I shall accept Mr. Fraser's invitation, if only to put Daniel out of countenance.

You have nothing to wear.

I shall find something.

Not if it costs money, you won't?

Money, money, money.

That's all I ever hear in this household.

Eat your egg.

I have no appetite.

Time, Mom.

Thank you, Mr. Vains.

Thank you for taking me to the theatre, Daniel.

I do so prefer it to the opera.

Opera? Did I mention the opera?

You can't beat a good melodrama.

Kept in a room to save another woman from rising to ring a bell,

or to hand her the scissors, or to play the piano when ordered.

I cried wet tears. I couldn't help myself. And the Russian prince.

At your hands I assure you, slavery would be the most desirable thing on earth.

But freedom's better.

You'll never be free of me, Elizabeth.

Never, Daniel.

Come on, boy.

Now, the cult, I've...

I know. The Saudi has lots of wives' hearts.

The mate says we got a weekend and he's not the sort of man who...

Missed into an argument so get him down here.

It's me, I do too, Ennequé.

I'm gonna stop you, Enne, boy.

For a sight better off than poor Jacko.

Yeah.

Tastes like boondry.

Come on.

I'll give you a hand.

No, I could still get a job on this shit, mate.

I mean, I...

I could be the cook, eh?

Look, I've known a lot of good ships cooks with only one wing.

Here we are, right?

Well, it's Molly and the kids.

Bills. Bills. Bills.

There's no end to them.

I've spoken to Mrs Simpson.

How about you, whose look?

Her husband is threatening to take us to law.

And I thought him, a friend.

Can't we offer him a little on account?

I've nothing left to offer them.

It's always empty.

Your brother James has much to answer for on his return.

When he returns, he'll make our fortunes, he tells me.

And here I am without a opening left in the house.

Where is that brother of mine, eh?

Where's he got to, eh?

And he's done, Chef, eh? Where is he?

James!

Where are we?

Twelve days out, not the Welsh coast.

James, it would be madness to go on deck in this storm.

Mr Baines can handle the ship.

Baines?

It can't be up ten.

Mr Baines and I have learnt to trust each other's judgments.

I'd rather trust a providence, where we're precisely our way.

I can show you on the chart.

Our known position.

And since then we've been sailing north east of the most boisterous wind.

Oh, never get it.

I did.

You learned fast.

I've had to.

James, you must have gone deck, you're not fit.

Mr Baines is more than competent once we're inside of land.

You're inside of land.

Look, shop there!

I want to bear away!

Oh, it's Mr Baines.

Lost the flying gym and we're racing right down.

Where are we?

It can't be clear, but I think that's the pitch of the pipe.

Shake out the rings.

She won't take it.

Do as I are, the hose will hold, but the top turn.

We've lost the flying gym already, and we'll lose the ship.

It's my cargo.

My money.

Am I ship?

I'm Master.

Septastasso.

Creation.

All hands!

Take out the ring for the fossil.

And this chase will, I answer.

Take out the ring of state.

Faisal.

We're under crew.

Tie down the wheel.

All right, I'll watch it.

oot Boy

We have to see...

...job!

Have you seen funniestand?

operated by aM,

I'm happy to get started.

I'm going to go to the last stop.

And it was taintedly after all, Ma.

Thank you, Ma.

Got it.

Take care.

I'm sorry, Ma.

That me, James.

It's the cargo, Seth. She's not damaged, is she?

No, I played the cell in all her way.

She's been with us.

Oh, this is Jack's mother.

I'm afraid I have some...

What is it, Mrs. Annette?

The children. It might be better if we talk privately.

Jack, where is he?

Mrs. Wate's.

Come on, pet.

Your dad's not going to come home today.

Where's my Jackal? Where is he?

He died, Mrs. Wate's.

Oh, no. Not my Jackal.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

James.

James.

James, I got your back.

Well, how much profit did we make?

Oh, come on.

How much?

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.