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Don't fall down.

Ah!

There are some many games in the Final

Oh, the whole of the four of Bunchins.

Sounds like a witch, Mr. Banks.

How the prettiest witch I ever did Caesar.

I can't wait to see the look on Callan's face when we come into Liverpool.

The proud sight for your wife, sir.

Three months?

First long party.

Long years, eh.

Two years, I'd call long, sir.

How much honey am being a sailor's wife?

Bargaining deed.

Your own chair, your own fireside, James.

Sounded so simple.

You're talking to yourself again, I don't need it.

Hey, Elizabeth.

James is new clipper in sight.

Then I'll invite myself in.

I'll put a ride at home with the news and I'm here to tell you.

I knew you'd want to be there on the key.

Oh, yes indeed.

James is second shipping the clipper, no less.

Never forgive me if I was to Mrs. Moment of Clive.

Yes, I snapped at everyone, not just you.

Count the days is away.

85 and I'm already talking to myself.

And I was the one that wouldn't make a sailor's wife.

I've missed him, Elizabeth.

Much more than I thought I would.

If I'd not had the new house to keep me occupied.

I'll go down to see it now.

You remarked how dismally it was the day you moved in.

I thought James approves.

I doubt if James approves of anything that

doesn't look like a cabin or a parcel.

You've bought another chair.

For James?

I thought it'd a bargain, but one of the arms came off.

Not with the cost of linen, carpets and hangings.

I've little enough left to spend on furniture.

How is Albert?

He used to talk of nothing but steamships.

Now it's the baby.

OK.

Staying from the bedroom floorboards are now glued.

I must wash and change my dress.

But James will take one look at me and sell away for another three months.

Anne.

I've made up my mind.

I must tell, Albert.

About the baby.

That Daniel Foggett is the father, yes.

Albert must never know the truth, you said.

Last time we spoke of it, I've changed my mind.

And I must change my dress.

He's been so good to me.

He's turningly fussing over me and looking after me.

Of late, I can't even look him in the eyes.

We only fear his now that I lose him.

You see, I think I love him.

I have to tell him, do you think I foolish?

Where you're concerned, Elizabeth, I've given up thinking.

Now I must change or I'll not be there on the key.

I thought I'd wear my wedding dress.

But James is homecoming.

Yes.

That little enough wear.

No, I'm wearing a scooner and a clipper.

I can't be seen on the key side in this old rack.

Now he's home.

You and James must come and die with us.

It's no use, Elizabeth.

You cannot expect me to tell him.

It will make it so much easier if you were present.

You insisted on marrying now.

But you must be the one to tell him.

Anne, should you please, Elizabeth?

Yes.

Yes?

I was looking for Miss Anne Webster.

Miss Anne Webb?

Oh, yes, of course.

Won't you come in, please?

Thank you.

Do sit down.

Thank you.

Who was it?

Who shall I say?

Mr. Adams.

It's Mr. Adams.

Who?

Mr. Adams.

I'll help you go.

She's coming.

Thank you.

It's rather cold for the time of year.

Yes, it is.

Hi, the old town hasn't changed a great deal.

A little I've seen of it.

You've not been to Liverpool for some time, then?

Four years.

You're a sailor?

Yes.

And no.

That is I sailed as a portop to Valparaiso four years ago.

Is your home in Liverpool?

It was.

My mother died since I left.

My father sold the house and ever grated to Australia.

We docked this morning.

I went to Capra Webster's old house.

He sold it.

Yes, the people there told me Anne was living here now.

Are you related?

Oh, no.

Anne and I have known each other since we were children.

You can't be expected to know, but she's no longer Anne Webster.

Oh.

Anne was weighed to James when he did six months ago.

James is my brother.

He's a ship owner.

He's just acquired a new clipper and arrives today from Lisbon.

Oh, she's coming.

Michael.

My sister's waiting on the key, sir.

So if there's nothing more, there'll be all Mr. Baines.

You know, I would think no one told her we were sighted, sir.

Mrs. O'Lene's.

My boss got more to do than twiddling thumbs on the key sound,

Mr. Baines.

Yes, sir.

And you said, oh, no, we don't.

I said, no.

We go this way.

And we end up completely lost.

Trust Michael Adams.

Everything I do, something always goes around.

How long will you be staying in Liverpool?

I hadn't really thought about it.

I don't even know where I should be staying yet.

Oh, Mrs. Webb, three doors alone, Texan lodges.

Mrs. Webb, thank you.

Would you care for some more, Stu?

No, thank you.

Two bowls.

You haven't changed yet.

Four years.

You haven't.

Not one bit.

You didn't write to me.

And I didn't return on the start of Mourn from Valparaiso,

as I promised to.

Are we not going to ask me why I didn't come back?

Is there need for me to ask?

James!

I thought to see you at the key, sorry.

Oh, James, this is Michael.

Mr. Adams.

Mr. Adams used to live no more in a stone's throw

from our old house.

Captain Webster and my father were lifelong friends.

You might remember Michael's father, James.

You're sure, Adams.

He was a fisherman.

Adams?

No, I don't recall.

He immigrated to Australia.

I'm intruding.

Thank you for your hospitality, Mrs. and Eden.

Stu was excellent.

Best I've tasted since I left Liverpool.

That will make your acquaintance, Mr. and Eden.

Good day to you.

Mrs. Webb, three daughters a lot.

Oh, yes. Thank you, Mrs. and Eden.

Please don't bother. I can see myself out.

You're looking well, James.

So do you, Anne?

This Mr. Adams, I don't recall you mentioning his name to me before.

No, I've not had occasion to speak of him.

Has he been here often?

For the first time today, shit dot this morning.

It's for the first time.

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 it's got a lot of money.

It's for years since he sailed.

For years?

Long voyage.

His first voyage on the style of morn to Valparaiso.

The ship returned four months later.

But he didn't come home with her?

No.

Why not?

I took it for granted that when he returned, we would...

What's wrong with me?

Nothing was settled.

I have no prospects, Anne.

You, your father, to take care of.

So many times he'd said that.

He couldn't bring himself to tell me in so many words.

He never intended us to marry.

It seems so absurd.

What's in his sail away on the style of morn?

Michael's sailing.

When he didn't come back, I'd no need to ask why.

I've had it strange you never mentioned this man to me before.

When should I have told you?

In the little time we've spent together since our marriage

when you've not been away at sea, when have we talked of anything

that your ships and your cargoes are profits and our losses?

Three months, I'm away.

You're not even on the keys.

I'm sorry I wasn't there to see you, new clipper James.

Oh, dammy new clipper.

I'm right to expect a welcome from my wife when I get home.

I've missed you, James.

I bought that chair.

Your own chair, your own fireside, James.

One of the arms came off so I repaired it this morning.

I've also repaired the latch on the back door.

My hand was it sustained from the floorboards.

Oh, Michael's forgotten his pipe.

This is work, did you say?

Yes, whenever a lodges moved out on Saturday,

there's nothing I'd know where to say.

Well, there's no need, you call back for it.

I'll save him the trouble.

Yes, I thought a refined and virtuous lady.

Your new clipper, the Bumpero.

I wish I owned her entirely.

Saint-Jambre guns as a half-cherry.

I was entitled to half the profits of all our cars.

So that's the reason for your preoccupation.

This, um, Michael Adams.

Yes, what about him?

Well, you've mentioned him five or six times and then changed the subject.

You commissioned to build this floating kettle?

No, I'm not.

I'm saving it for you and eating.

I can finally wait to bankruptly without the help of this smoke pot.

The Golden Nugget, eh?

Mm, but she's rightly named.

She cost me a gold field in fuel alone.

James, I'm so glad to see you here.

Anne promised you'd both come and die with us before you sail.

Albert, tell him he must come.

No, forgive me, Elizabeth, but nah, I'm too busy.

I've got cargo to load crews to sign articles, eternal bills to be paid.

And that's another thing.

No contemporary finding the fellow lodgings across the street.

She's gonna lend him two pounds.

Michael Adams, you mean?

Mm, yeah.

Playing on her good nature.

The next thing you know will be knocking at the door every five minutes.

And you're sailing the morning.

As always, your main problem is purely financial.

Anne says you're sailing to the Cape Bird Islands.

Ah, I took the Corling Station at Sarvagente.

Not a cargo fuel for one of your smoke belching ladies.

So there is a profit in steamships after all.

Ah, for sailing, shall we?

How long shall we be away, James?

We can't tell. I must find some cargo from some port or other for home.

You must dine with us tonight, James, please.

No, no, forget me, Elizabeth.

Good day to you.

Great, sir.

Anédie?

Oh.

Do not fret me, love.

He shall come next time he's at home.

Now, come and sit down.

Don't fuss, old me, Albert.

Here we are.

There.

One for you.

One for me, son.

You're so sure of that.

What if it's a girl?

If it's a girl, she must look the very image of you, my love.

Otherwise, I'll ask for our money back.

Oh.

I'm so happy.

James, it was so rude of him to walk out the moment I came in.

I must excuse James.

The man's not even safe.

Indeed.

And why not?

If you ask me.

He's in the grip of the green-eyed monster.

It's a new dress you're wearing, isn't it?

It holds you.

Ah, that smells good.

Well, I crew signed articles today.

Tom Grant is coming with us.

Tom Grantley, I thought you were the Collins men.

He was.

One of his best carpenters.

But he put the best with a panther up.

You're in cheerful spirits today, James.

All right, to be.

Yes, you're sailing.

With the profits of our last voyage, we've not only paid off the mortgage on the Charlotte roads, but on the warehouse.

We now own every brick and center.

I wore this the day you came home.

I saw you did.

I almost forgot to tell you.

Michael Adams signed articles today.

I fell as short of money.

Thought he might be looking for a ship.

So I sent babes along to his lodging.

Sign him up as full-time.

James?

I want to come with you.

Adams, Michael Adams.

You do not know me, George Bethel.

We have never met.

Are we loaded, Mr. Baines?

The trimmers are just spreading the last of the coals.

The coal's damp, you know.

Yes, sir.

I'll see to it that it's well-ventilated or we risk fire or explosion.

You're sailing with us.

Yes.

I'll take this.

Free first voyage of bread-a-seas.

All open, you become second mates before their beers begin to scrap.

They're paying good money for that education, Mr. Baines.

They're full of book-learning.

But they don't know a knot from a hitch or a gasket from a butt-lion, sir.

I'm just stuck in there. I'm the keys I'm with.

Your father was sailing.

Your mother was there. You've been...

I'll take that.

Thank you, Mr. Baines.

I'm Deckard, and I'm...

Shut up.

I hope you find this voyage interesting, ma'am.

Not as interesting as our first voyage to get her home, Mr. Baines.

Well, here I am. No more counting the days and talking to myself.

Something troubling you, James.

Trouble in me?

What are the apprentices wants to speak to you, sir?

William Green.

It's about the same later.

It's about the payment of his premiums.

Oh, that pays. I'll see you now.

Down here, lad. Come on, chum.

William Green, sir.

I'm not hungry, lad.

The sharp badge if you stand a bit closer to the table.

And it's not the Royal Navy. We're dawtling backwards to stand upright.

Mum, are there a sound mind-dense, for a four-year period of apprenticeship?

We're the only eating line, sir.

To the time we're signing.

I didn't have sufficient money to pay the amount required, sir.

£50 is a considerable amount.

The father has to be congratulated on finding such a song for your education.

The father was killed in the Crimean War, sir.

Oh.

Royal Navy, sir.

But it was always his intention as you're serving apprenticeship, sir.

So you left this money for your education?

Eh?

No, sir. My mum's been saving, sir.

She went to the cook in the orphan asylum.

Money for his ships. Does the man think of nothing else?

Well, put the money on the table, lad.

Erm.

My mother wishes to convey her apologies.

For any inconvenience, you may have caused you, sir.

I think convenience.

I can't serve you this voyage as a apprentice, sir.

You mean you haven't got the money?

No, sir.

And I understand that you can't serve before paying the proper song required.

Hm.

How much money has your mother saved, then?

£32.08, sir.

Mm.

Well, £32.08, she'll leave it left to be, then, won't it?

Thank you, sir.

The money's with me, mother, sir.

Well, then, don't get it. Look, sir.

We're sailing a half hour.

Half hour.

Takes such soundings twice a day.

Tell us how much water we're in here.

The carpenter's juice, sir.

Don't ask me why.

Still shaky, aloft.

Memories of bucko, Robert, say?

Now, we shall see how much water we're taking in.

The sheep's waiting.

Oh, ships, Lee, glad.

No pumps, man, for the best part of the voyage.

Backbreaking work, it is too, Billy, lad.

Ah, this measure shall show us the worst.

Ah.

Good news for you, back, Billy.

I'd lay enough to bat a baby, yeah.

Hi, Billy, lad.

Hook the weather side.

Over all the four-bundered.

Yes, sir.

Nice soft watch, then.

You must have been living easy these last four years.

Did you marry her, then?

You know, the girl you used to talk of.

Never stopped talking, old.

Hey, Mr. Bethel, that was a good watch.

You wait here aloft in a school, Billy.

Anyone find it's a good, ain't they?

That's his stomach.

And it's calmer's a mill, Ponder.

I thought my songs was four years at sea.

My gatic son.

I was with him, I bought the star a morn on his first voyage.

I reckon that was enough for you, Mr. Adams.

You find, was he?

You get off with your boy.

Mr. Baints catch you in the fog, so let's us

will get the benefit of these tongue.

I said you weren't suited for life at sea, but you would go.

I tried my hand at so many trades.

I'd failed in all of them.

And that was your only reason for sailing on the star of morn.

What other reason could I have had for leaving you?

But I thought you didn't come back.

I thought you never intended coming.

Never intended?

Is that what you believe when the star of morn returned without me?

What else was that to believe?

Why didn't you come back?

I deserved a better man than I.

And I deserve a better reason than that.

Ah, you're right.

I'm not that generous natured.

I would never willingly have given you a friendly man.

And I did not come back because I'm a wanted man.

That's why I signed on this ship.

It would have been dangerous to stay in Liverpool any longer.

What?

For what?

That first voyage to Valparaiso,

the mate for Cold Roberts.

I think it's better that we no longer tour it together.

Why did you come back now?

Did you ask?

Come in.

You course sir.

Come on.

Still so is my sir.

All right.

Fair.

A bit, Michael Adams.

What about him?

Oh, I have no complaints.

He works through the will, but if he's been four years at sea, as you say.

I didn't.

He said.

Well, then he must be slow to learn.

For he tackles the job he has to ask, go watch the next man.

Twice today he's been hanging over the side,

he'll give her his stomach.

When he's up a lot.

But at times I can hardly bear to watch him.

So, Michael Adams falls and breaks his neck.

Anything else, Mr. Bands?

I speak, oh man.

Well, sir, you know what the folks are like.

I should do it.

I spent half my life in it.

You know how the crew talks, sir.

They don't meet it unkindly.

Just laugh in a jokey, we know.

But, uh...

Well, it's your wife and Michael Adams, sir.

My wife and Michael Adams grew up together.

Their fathers were lifelong friends, Mr. Bands.

So much more, sir.

No other thing I learned in the folks on this debate.

Yes, sir.

Cue for idle toms as busy as I am.

I've been looking about it this morning.

Foot rope lead repairing.

Deck needs all his stoning.

Yes, sir.

You know how I can't abide a slack ship.

She might be a Johnny Collier for this too, but you need to look like one.

You tired, Mr. Adams.

How along we all?

And used to blame, I wonder.

Bands was dreesome enough till three days ago,

and he suddenly turns into another bucko-robot.

Not that anyone could ever be as bad as bucko-robot's now, could they?

You remember the far things he used to say about that lady-lovey yours?

What did that newer while he was away at sea?

Ah, not Bands to blame, no.

I've got a feeling it's the cat who's really cracking a whip.

He's sweating salt water.

Now I wonder why.

Speaking of that lady-lovey yours in Liverpool, what happened to her anyway?

What in charmeria?

That must have been like bucko-robot, said I.

Yeah.

Full jitter, don't you all listen with bucko.

Now we have to go and bring the mate and the cat down on us,

like in a bout with his wife.

Yeah, get this motherly, roughly!

Ah!

Oh, there's some death!

Land them, you are.

You call me a murderer again, and I shall be one.

Because of you, I'm a wanted man.

Want you to name?

The five of you remain silent by Captain Holland accused me.

You all knew it to be innocent and you said not one word in my defense.

Want you man, you mean the say you never found out?

You're jesting.

I mean, four years, you must have learned somehow.

Learn what?

If she was green, it was your first voyage.

I'd my lust, I swore that long before Buckle Roberts was mad.

Yeah, I don't blame you.

One voyage with a mate like Buckle Roberts is enough to drive any man to a life behind the plow.

When you say murdered, you know, as well as I do, it was an accident.

And I reckon Captain Allen knew it too.

Yeah, that's why Captain Allen, in the log, is lost overboard.

Lost overboard?

Not the first time it's happened now, is he?

Not that you'd know that being green.

These matters are never taught of naturally.

Silence is golden as they say.

It's no fault.

Oh, there's some decoration!

Oh, I mustn't keep Mr. Baines waiting.

We'll have a sight more trouble on there, is?

As you'll see, Captain Holland just ignore what happened.

They'll catch you now and never turn out what happened.

Never want it to.

All Captain's care about is his ship and their cargo.

It was fresh and boned to them, eh?

One more.

Man, Lester, crew their ship.

That's enough worry for them without going into the wise and wereful.

The two Roberts was murdered!

That's us, world!

I saw it happen!

Then you and I wasn't intended!

Teach him a lesson, that's all.

Tastes of his own medicine.

Why, you had to kick up such a fuss.

You had reason why, in more than any of us.

Four years.

But even myself, I wanted man.

You shouldn't have run for it.

To know that it accused me.

You.

The five of per cent nothing.

Of course we said nothing.

Silence!

Captain's expecting.

Keep your mouth shut and you know what the outcome will be.

You'd have known too if you hadn't jumped ship in fear of your life.

If so, Adams!

So there it is, eh?

All over and down here.

You're a free man now.

That's all that matters, eh?

Adams, you deaf man!

You want trouble, Adams? You come to the right man for it.

A free man?

Now, um, you've been fleeing these last four years and had no reason.

The last four years and had no right to be.

Again, it's all over and down with.

Down with.

Half-hall and a hand there!

Your father has cut you off.

You were not listening, my love.

I've resigned my position in the shipyard.

You mean you didn't want to wait for your father?

I mean nothing of the kind.

Is it because of me?

I'll never put that thought into your head.

Mother adores you, because I do.

But your father did have someone else in mind.

No, no, in father, yes.

You may well have been hoping for the merger of shipyards.

I've wanted a marriage of a twin-raunting ceremony.

How can you be so light-hearted about it?

Why should I not be?

A burden's been lifted from his shoulders at last.

A burden?

All those thousands of square yards of sail.

Now it wasn't been it, never was.

Now I feel as if I've shrugged off the past,

I can devote all me energies to the future.

To steam ships?

I know.

You are no more convinced of the marvellous possibilities of steam-driven ships than Jane's is.

So it's up to me to prove that worth.

One day, people will wonder how the world ever gone along without them.

Lost over board, did you say?

That's what cat now and then it didn't look, sir.

You know how these things are, sir?

With respect, sir, all catens care about is their cargo.

I mean, we, the crew, we're just pairs of ants.

If there's suddenly one pair less, well, that's problem enough for you, sir.

We quite understand the worries you have on your mind,

so without dragging yourself through cults of lore and the dark.

Now let's meet, uh, book or Roberts, how did he die, did he?

His head was stoving with a belay impute.

By Adams?

Yes, sir.

See, Bucko Roberts give us all that voice, sir,

but he seemed to have a particular knife into Adams from the minute he come aboard.

Adams being polite and outspoken on the rest of his-

What, a pot?

Well, Bucko knew Adams was nervous and kept sending him a loft,

for no good reason very often.

Then there was this girl what Adams was always talking about.

See, Bucko took a particular delight in telling Adams

what happened to sailors girls while they was away out sleeping.

And not in the usual joking sort of way, sir,

but using all the foulest language-

Bethal, why are you telling me all this thing?

Well, like I said, sir, Adams has got to int-

his head that me and four others of the crew kill Bucko Roberts.

Now he's writing a true account as he calls it, and wants me to sign it.

Well, then why don't you?

No, rather not put my name as such an encounter.

Well, I'm not if it'll pacify this mad man.

He's the mad that's finished with, cutting out and took care of it.

And Adams won't let it race-

Oh, Bethal, I'm a son of a s-

not a penny school!

Yes!

What do you want?

The carbon is found so for the water, sir.

Here ain't she's broom-funded.

Oh, thanks, go and see what it's all about with you.

And get the pumps manned.

All right, sir.

Come on, Bellamy lad, you got a strong bath.

Bains?

There.

So is Adams.

Yes, sir.

Billy, I'm pleased with your progress.

You learn fast.

Look at the lawn!

Sir.

Four years, believing himself to be a wanted man.

No one to blame but himself, shouldn't have jumped ship.

He was a roll-y, surely that was plain enough.

Michael is innocent.

They're all innocent.

Now that matter was settled four years ago.

Settled?

That mate was murdered.

He was washed over bark.

Tynholland deliberately closed his eyes to a brutal killing.

Of a brutal man?

I can only condemn that captain's action.

Are you saying you can don't?

I've said not a word.

Michael.

Four years, four wasted years.

And in spite of that he still wants to see justice done.

Is it justice he wants, see, done?

Or avenge?

If you believe that, why put Michael and V

together?

Don't you be trying to keep them apart?

Do not interfere in ships business.

And annoy your Michael Miss Field.

Couple of hours on the down-some pump and you'll feel nothing but a second back.

No.

James.

James.

I want me to come with you.

Come with me.

Would you rather I'd stayed at home?

I ought to be able to ask you like that.

It's important to me, James.

I thought you know why I came.

I missed you. I began talking to myself.

But you said not one kindly word to me since I came aboard.

I might as well have stayed at home, but at least I could have had a civil conversation with myself.

So, Michael Adams sailed away on the start of long because he didn't want a man of you.

I'm sorry, James. That's what I thought truly I did.

You were on?

Yes, James. I was wrong.

Four years, believing in so-perwanted man.

I was vexing to know if he'd learnt the truth but six months earlier.

Six months?

Six months we'd been married.

You'd not been so desperate to get yourself, Osbourn.

And you're not so desperate to secure the shallot roads at any cost?

No, I'm so disgusted.

Adams is too late. You married to me.

And you're not used my ship to humiliate me with him.

You really hate you. You have no intention of humiliating me.

I'm a vidgetist, mister of man.

Let me say it won't you?

Because I will not.

Say what?

But I'm jealous of the man.

Now you've got to sleep.

What happened?

No, blast-a-doodle-obering trimmers!

Faster. Cold-shifting.

We'll put up the cargo shifters. All right, ladies. All right, boys.

Hold on, blow the tin on cold.

I'll have to leave.

The head goes as in time with cold-a-jip.

We're cold-a-jip. Not a storm.

We've got the backslurf for children that we've more important business to attend to.

The dead of all those shrubs in the double will be there.

Now the ships like that will be on our mean ends.

Hi, George Bethel.

Do hereby declare,

the latter on the day of the Fourth of Emma, 1859, aboard the star of Morn, Dr. Belp, rising.

Together with four other members of the crew, me and below,

did attack on unwittingly killing the mate, William Roberts.

Michael Adams tried to prevent us in our attack, and was rendered unconscious.

Michael Adams was found with the body of William Roberts,

and was wrongly accused of the murder, like the captain, John Paul Halmet.

That is the truth, will you witness?

The idea is that I'm going to put my name to that.

It is the truth, and you will sign it.

We didn't intend to kill him, man.

Unwillingly. I've written that, and now you will sign.

The matter's finished with its over.

Why bring it all alive again? You will sign!

Michael! Michael!

Now you listen to me, Adams.

I've been patient with you.

You've come down below and sign that paper.

Now don't you push me to fire, you mad man.

I end up like Booko Roberts. Is that it?

You didn't intend to kill Booko.

Teach him a lesson.

Taste of his own medicine, you said.

And who struck the clone and killed the man?

You told better.

No!

That's it.

You're awake early, Minnan? Five o'clock?

I couldn't sleep.

You're cold.

I went to bed too early last night.

Shame. I brought something for you.

I came in shouting surprise.

And you were fast asleep.

Do you want to see it?

Albert.

You wanted to marry me.

You did want to.

Of course I wanted to.

Well, here my love. What is it you're trembling?

I told you I didn't want to marry Daniel Fogarty.

And I believed you.

Should I not have done?

I love you, Albert.

I haven't told you before because I didn't think it true.

I've had so many invented so many false reasons.

Excuses, rather, to suit my own actions.

I thought that one falls as well.

And maybe it is.

No doubt I'm only telling you I love you in the vain hope that...

In the vain hope that what?

That it may not lose you.

Lose me.

Whatever put that thought into your head.

Albert.

Oh, calm yourself, my love. You've nothing to fear.

I already know what you're going to tell me.

No.

That you still love to Daniel Fogarty?

And you married me?

No, I don't care why.

You married me instead of Daniel Fogarty.

I'm too selfish, my love.

I have you.

That's all that matters.

Now, see what it is, shall we?

I saw it in the shop and I thought...

Elizabeth should see it first. She may not like it.

I couldn't resist it.

I had to buy it.

Lose me.

You shall never lose me, Elizabeth.

Never.

It is no false thought.

I do love you, Albert.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I do love you, Albert.

Wayne, sir, come out here.

My car makes you shift at waster.

We're still in town of Waterloo.

You're beneath.

Give us that salt.

Yes, sir.

Oh, you're both of you.

You'll never believe me when it's all been shoveling coal on a ceiling, kid.

Albert, raise it, appreciate that.

Where's Adam?

On the pump with George Buffalo, sir, you'd answer.

Send them both in our cabin.

All right, sir.

Pails are water, Billy, and we'll wash all this to black devil's dust.

I must have shifted sixty tons or more.

Something wrong?

You were at the helm. You must have seen.

You've seen what?

Michael tried to force him to sign that paper.

So, what happened?

George Buffalo went over the side.

They were fighting, Michael hit him.

These are being a stoker on one of those monstrous geckles.

They're being in the smelter that fourth day and day out.

James, what are you going to do?

You?

About Michael.

And don't interfere in ship's business.

It was an accident Michael didn't intend the mantra.

But for the intent to kill Booker Roberts?

I reproved you for condoning that captain's action.

Now you'd have me do the same.

Turn a blind eye to a criminal act.

But you will not.

This righteousness of yours is new to me, James.

I have a wife for a tutor.

You cared for him.

Yes, I did.

And still do.

How can I answer such a question?

Because of a right to know.

I'd forgotten, Michael.

I thought I had.

Then when he suddenly appeared like that,

it's only natural I should recall the feelings I once had.

It's unfair of you to ask me such a question.

Well, I think not so.

What is it you want? Some blooded you'd for your satisfaction.

Very well then.

It's all in the past. It's all forgotten there.

I don't know what Anna's told you.

Adam's the next time make calls. All hands on tek you'll attend.

I want you to know the truth.

I've already learnt it from my wife.

So, you struck George Bethel and he went over the side.

Yes.

Right.

The cargo's shifted. Bad list of port.

Last time you saw George Bethel, he was pumping with you.

I was coming to see my other shoes.

Yes!

You, Adam's, you were shovelling call with the rest of us as I remember it.

I was shovelling call just after egg bells. It would be dark.

I saw nothing. I was at the weave.

Did you see anything, Anne? Did you see what happened to George Bethel?

Well...

Anne was obviously exhausted.

Washed overboard.

Spentered it so in the ship's log. Lost overboard.

No, I stuck him! I'd caused that man to drown.

I did. I was all done. Would you for a still flooding now?

Go on, get to the port.

I was responsible for George Bethel's death.

Oh, this is the man that you'd have met.

Such a burning desire for justice. You'd be a cinder by now.

Would you want me to do clap your knives as you can sleep at the rest of the barge?

Bethel was right.

The only concern is for your cargo and your ship.

And yours to shuffle your feet in front of some fat, sleek judge who knows nothing about the sea or the men of Salem?

You think Buckle Roberts and not the men of Salem?

You think Buckle Roberts and novelty?

I seldom do a man like that when I was a little older than me.

A tame and indignity zed us, softened under that man's hands.

My only hope of relief was one of the crew to see him over the side one dark night.

A few years in the strength of my shoulders and I'd have seen to it myself and called that justice.

Four wasted years, now you're just a waste of another seven?

Or maybe hang?

Just look on that voyage and on this one.

You might consider that justice of a kind has been done.

If it is justice you want.

If it's punishment you'll find more of that on the doubts and pump the nanny and change.

I'll set you to serve the better man than I.

And you found him.

You have to see you watch behind your ears Billy, as we have your mother afterwards.

I'll be right back.

Being a sailor's wife is not as simple as I thought. A tome or at sea.

Tom learning James.

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