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Oh, no. If they were, we could hang them when we catch 'em.
Padeen, put the net down and use your hands. They won't bite.
If everything is under control, I'll just be outside.
- Has their captain been sighted? - Not yet, sir.
- What would you have me do? - Tip the ship's grog over the side.
As far as is necessary, Mr Pullings.
The Acheron is a tough nut to crack. More than twice our guns and numbers.
Tell him about it, Mr Blakeney.
Mr Hollom.
They're a type of iguana, I should think. Therefore, they're vegetarian.
Close the lid. There's enough water in the grog.
It's an insect that disguises itself as a stick in order to confuse its predators.
- All set, Higgins? - Yes, sir.
All hands, make sail.
We'll intercept the Acheron and escort them into Valparaíso.
We're for the Horn, boys.
- Is she like a pirate? - No, they're not pirates, Lofty.
How did it get there?
FNO 23/01 prepping for another sea week...
She'll patch up nicely.
Nine.
Dec 22nd
On your right upper arm, to tell friend from foe.
Can you really claim there's nothing personal in this call to duty?
Help.
Good. Right, from now on no "sirs", no salutes, no whistles, no bells.
- Tom? - Our preparations are completed, sir.
Never a tune you could dance to, not if you were drunk as Davy's sow.
I have no idea what it is you're talking about, but he did seem to come off rather well.
As I understand it, this is a long, thin island.
My God. You believe it too.
You wait and see.
Now that is a question, isn't it?
Joe Plaice.
I could walk briskly, pausing only for important measurements.
and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.
Quickly. She'll be on top of us.
What's all this about?
- Do you make noon, Mr Hollom? - Yes, sir.
Twelve.
They're exhausted. These men are exhausted.
No. I'll do it.
Sou'west by west, sir.
Let's have hands to stow these tortoises.
Naval discipline doesn't operate out here, Mr Blakeney. I must find that cormorant.
- See you afterwards. - And you.
Using wind for ships what a fascinating modern age we live in
Perhaps we should have turned back weeks ago.
- Reach for it, men. - We're home inside that fog.
Three cheers for Lucky Jack.
Clearly something nautical and fascinating just happened. I am at a loss.
That's Customer-Centricity, Mr. Pullings By god, that's Customer-Centricity
There. Hull-down, broad off the larboard bow.
No lounging, boy.
- Want your children to sing The Marseillaise? - No.
Touch wood. Scratch a stay.
Close reef topsails.
Thank you for that, Davies.
Idlers and waisters below.
Stand clear.
Sir, should we not take on fresh provisions?
After we board, Mr Calamy should take a party and free them.
That's a frigate, all right.
Extra Grog For All Of You.
Indeed it was. I'm sorry you had to leave the majority of your collection behind.
Move. Move along.
Over here.
Huzzah for Lucky Jack.
A master tactician and a man of singular vision.
Yes, that's the whole point.
Sitting up all night, catching your death of cold. That's the last of the coffee, too.
We stand tall on the quarterdeck. All of us.