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Fire!
You see, Will here, he seen her being built.
We hope in a short time to see you again
Well then, there's not a moment to lose.
You OK, Mr Hollom?
If you please, Doctor.
Make a bad show of keeping your course. Let her run up and luff every now and then.
What's he saying?
janny, take that anon below and clap him in irons
Now, lads, huzzah for Captain Pullings.
Two feet six inches, sir, and holding.
- We're nearly there, boys. - Pull.
Lift up.
May I beg you to tell me what kind of man he is?
Seven inches in length.
Move along, man. We'll have lost him before you rig it up.
As you said, she is taking the war to the South Seas. We are supposed to stop her.
You'll lead your gun crew, then when we board, you'll take command of the ship.
the power and the glory,
For thine is the kingdom,
Now.
Five.
I, for one, am opposed to authority. It is an egg of misery and oppression.
What?
One more week of this and they'd give it up for a cup of water.
If there are those among us who thought ill of Mr Hollom,
The wind's backing, sir.
Which it will be ready when it's ready.
Hats off.
Are you all right?
In actual fact, Mr Blakeney and I did make one very interesting find.
- Do I make myself clear? - Take command of the ship? Thank you, sir.
Present company excepted, Mr Hogg.
Sail.
Triple-shotted at 200 yards - no effect.
Your orders.
I intended to, sir, but the right words didn't...
That'll bring 'em about.
I hate it when you talk of the service in this way. It makes me so very low.
Yay, Joe.
All right.
a slice of Albemarle.
to be turned into corruption,
- Aye, sir. - Lively.
I have never known such a run of bad luck.
and I know you're as anxious as I am to get into close action.
Always whispering when I go past and giving me looks.
Sail trimmers to their stations. Get the sails off her, lads. She's over-pressed.
- Did you see it, Mr Calamy? - No, sir.
£12,000 sterling of the finest grade oil they took. We been out more than two years.
It was an unfair match. There was no dishonour in it.
Mr Boyle, run up the colors.
Mr Higgins, you'll have to raise the rib.
- We're crackin' on. - We'll be crackin' up if he don't watch it.
Every time he's on watch, that ship appears.
Captain's not called Lucky Jack for no reason.
We have made our turn northward. We are headed back toward the sun.
Jack.
That's it.
Clear the forward pin rails.
Mr. Pullings, defaulters at 8 bells.
Just a broken arm, sir.
He may have had the weather gauge, but we had the weather gods.
"now you are talking like an Irishman" "...but i am an Irishman!"
Give us this day our daily bread,
A full three weeks ahead.
- Excuse me, sir. - Remove your hat. We're whalers.
Hurry up, or they'll see you.
Strength.
- Thank you, sir. - Godspeed, Tom.
Mr Hollar, I want lifelines fore and aft.
This is a ship of war. I will grind whatever grist the mill requires to fulfil my duty.
Let Fly!
Jack, before answering, I'm compelled to ask,
then we ask for your forgiveness, Lord.
I reckon he'd follow him to the gates of hell.
Peter Miles Calamy,
Here we go, lads.