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Joe.
Planking and framing like that would make her hull 2ft thick. Solid oak.
What a wonderfully true voice mr hollom possesses
hold fast
And here's an insect that's taken on the shape of a thorn to save itself from the birds.
Put that dirk down, Boyle.
Testudo aubreii.
Don't count your eggs before they're in the pudding.
Killick, an extra ration of rum for these men.
Where'd that come from?
Heave.
There he is. My bird. Damn.
As a friend, then.
Men pressed from their homes, confined for months aboard a wooden prison...
Which will be ready when it’s ready
- But, sir, that must be at least ten miles. - Then there's not a moment to lose.
There is, I think, an opportunity here to serve both our purposes.
and he said "Aubrey, may I trouble you for the salt?"
Mr Mowett, change of course. Southeast by east.
Padeen, you must carry him. Put those down. Leave them. Just put everything down.
- I am not a flogging captain. - Hollom is a scapegoat for all the bad luck,
- The Jonah. - What's that?
You there. Let's Do it.
They mean to take us as a prize.
I see.
All hands, make sail.
Yes, sir.
Call noon. It's your class.
They don't combine too well, I find.
Hello, darling. How much for a kiss?
- Mr Mowett? - With pleasure, sir.
or failed him in respect of fellowship,
We're closing on her, Tom. I'll not give up now.
Make way for the captain.
No mistakin' it. She's the Frenchie.
Gives the hull a finer entry and a long run as she goes aft. That's why she's so fast.
30?
Are you equal to the task?
I do this with my own hand.
- Native fishermen, perhaps. - Or a reef marker, sir.
May they never meet.
Joseph Nagle, carpenter's mate.
Come on, swab it.
A shrub? Nonsense. I'll name a great tortoise after you.
Hold it in there.
Well done, lads.
They're aiming for our hull.
Fire!
Mr Pullings, defaulters at eight bells.
Back to work, you loafers. Eckhart, use your pipe.
put us in that fog
It was only for a moment. I thought I saw a shape.
- Report, Mr Mowett. - Third and fourth divisions ready.
That's it, lads. Clean 'em up so they fly straight and true.
Doctor?
That will test our nerve.
- Have you forgotten your promise? - Subject to the requirements of the service.
Never met a dead man who bought me a drink.
She had the weather gauge and a clear advantage in firepower.
Before the capitaine died, he said I was to give you this.
Topmen, your handling of the sheets to be lubberly and un-navylike,
Whatever the cost.
Poor darling. Never mind, soon have you fixed up.
Patrick sending another pic of his car
For the mainmast, lads.
Your orders, sir?
Clear away. And launch boats.
- Swim. Come on. - Come on, Will. Swim.
I promise you, during that time - several days at least -
A man who hacked the ropes that sent his mate to his death?
Are you feeling better now?
H\Test
- Mr Blakeney, are you also a doctor? - No, sir.
Damn.
I had no idea that a study of nature could advance the art of naval warfare.
- Will you catch one? - A pair of them, I should think.
I've never seen the like.
But with Nelson,