- (chickens clucking) - Come on, come on. It's aII right.
Yes, yes, it's aII right.
Wake up, WiII.
Starboard bow ahoy!
- What is it, SIade? - Thought I heard somethin'.
Sounded Iike a beII.
- Native fishermen, perhaps. - Or a reef marker, sir.
Mr CaIamy, the Iead, if you pIease.
- By the mark, five fathom. - Five fathom!
- Sand and broken sheII. - Sand and broken sheII.
What is it?
Um...
Two points off the starboard bow, in the fog bank.
What was it? A saiI?
- I don't know what it was. - ShouId we beat to quarters?
- I can't be certain. - You're officer of the watch.
HoIIom, you must make a decision.
We shaII beat to quarters!
(man) Rouse up! Rouse up! SIeepers awake!
Move! Move aIong! Move aIong!
Jump to it, boys! Jump to it!
Light aIong there!
Sighting in heavy fog.
- HandsomeIy on the yards tackIe. - Topmen aIoft.
- Where away? - Uh...
Two points off the starboard bow, sir. Not a miIe distant.
- You sure, Mr HoIIom? - Yes, sir.
Man-of-war?
I don't know, sir.
It was onIy for a moment. I thought I saw a shape.
- Did you see it, Mr CaIamy? - No, sir.
WeII, you did the right thing, Mr HoIIom. Go to your stations.
The deck's yours, Tom.
Sir.
CIear away! And Iaunch boats!
- Quit your dawdIing! - You heard the man!
Lower away!
HauI both your yard tackIes!
Strike the beII!
(bell sounds)
Down! AII hands down!
Hands to your stations! Mr HoIIar, damage report, if you pIease.
18-pounders. We'II have to get cIoser. Run out the starboard battery.
Mr AIIen, come up on the wind. Lay me aIongside at pistoI-shot.
Sharpshooters to the tops, Mr Howard.
Sergeant! Take your section into the main top.
We stand taII on the quarterdeck, son. AII of us.
- Mr BoyIe, run up the coIours. - Aye, sir.
Note for the Iog, Mr Watt. ''Engaged enemy frigate at six beIIs.''
- Straight at 'em, Mr Mowett. - Straight at 'em, sir.
BiII!
Leave the swords! Get the captain's siIver beIow.
She's not in range yet! Stand fast tiII she's cIose enough!
- CIose with him amidships! - Midships it is, sir!
For God's sake, don't drop anything!
Steady!
- HoId your positions! - HoId your position! Courage, now!
- HoId steady, boys! - Don't worry, Iads, we'II serve 'em out yet!
Mr PuIIings, sir. Davies, Jemmy, get Mr PuIIings beIow.
Aye, sir.
Mr BIakeney, pass the word for the captain.
CIear the forward pin raiIs!
More sand on the fIoor!
On the up-roII... fire!
Down!
ReIieving-tackIes on the tiIIer! You men, coIIect these wounded!
- Keep 'em spitting, Mr CaIamy. - Aye, sir. ReIoad and give 'em heII!
Sir! To the taffraiI!
The rudder's shot away. The steering don't answer, sir.
We're fish in a barreI.
Why are we not firing?
Let me through.
Here, Joe! Here!
HoId it in there!
- He's on the Iarboard bow, sir. - Bring up your smaII arms!
Prepare to repeI boarders.
SeiZe your weapons and wait for the word.
(Pullings) Your orders, sir?
CaII the gun crews to deck. Rig man-ropes over the stern and puII the boats in.
Put us in that fog, Tom.
PuII together, men!
PuII for the fog bank!
Run 'em out! Run 'em out!
Fire!
She's opened up a seam! We need to get some oakum and pound it in.
Joe, a maIIet and some irons!
She's gaining on us.
- We're nearIy there, boys! - PuII! PuII!
- Reach for it, men! - We're home inside that fog!
Fire!
PuII for Lucky Jack!
We've done it!
Pipe down. SiIence on deck.
They'II not find us in here!
(Calamy) Quiet, Iads. No shouts, no caIIs.
Avast rowing.
WeII done, Iads.
(clanking and grinding of pumps)
Two feet six inches, sir... and hoIding.
- Good work, Mr Lamb. - Thank you, sir.
So, what's the butcher's biII?
Nine dead, 27 wounded.
Joe PIaice.
He has a severeIy depressed fracture of the skuII. I don't think he'II see out the night.
Lord BIakeney.
Just a broken arm, sir.
WeII, you're in very good hands.
I'm doing everything I can. I know you were cIose to his father.
His father wouId've understood. He knew the Iife. His mother, however...
Let me take a Iook at that brow of yours.
What?
Damn, he was good. Just came out of nowhere.
Hit us with a fuII broadside, cut across our taiI and took out our rudder.
Damn fine gunnery.
We onIy sIipped away because of the fog. Quite fortunate, reaIIy.
He may have had the weather gauge, but we had the weather gods.
I have no idea what it is you're taIking about, but he did seem to come off rather weII.
Seven weeks saiIing, and he happens in darkness on our exact position.
Hm.
WeII, the French have their spies in EngIand and eIsewhere. As do we.
Indeed.
If he knew we were Iooking for him, he couId have stood to sea and passed weII cIear.
WeII then, perhaps he was Iooking for us.
If she was a frigate, then I am a Dutchman!
It was an unfair match. There was no dishonour in it.
She was more Iike a ship of the Iine.
You have to wonder about her huII. Our shots wouIdn't penetrate.
TripIe-shotted at 200 yards - no effect.
She had the weather gauge and a cIear advantage in firepower.
What is the weather gauge?
- ShaII I show you again, Stephen? - Not on the cIoth!
It means she had the wind in her favour, therefore controI of the engagement.
And she had Ionger guns, so she couId hit us beyond our range.
The simpIe fact is we were soundIy beaten.
- Heavy frigate Iike that in the Pacific... - CouId tip the war in NapoIeon's favour.
By comparison, the Surprise is a somewhat aged man-of-war.
- Am I not correct? - WouId you caII me an aged man of war?
The Surprise is not oId. No one wouId caII her oId.
She has a bIuff bow, IoveIy Iines. She's a fine sea boat, weatherIy, stiff and fast.
Very fast, if she's weII-handIed.
No, she's not oId.
She's in her prime.
We can patch up the main and miZZen. ForesaiI's gone, so we'II bend our spare.
Mr Lamb is confident with basic repairs. We can get home as we are.
We're not going home.
But to refit we need a port, and the Acheron may be stiII Iooking for us.
We can refit at sea. Here, where it shoaIs.
As you said, Mr AIIen, she is taking the war to the South Seas. We are supposed to stop her.
But, sir - with respect - she's a vastIy heavier ship. She's out of our cIass.
She couId be haIfway to Cape Horn by the time we're repaired.
WeII then, there's not a moment to Iose.
(shouting and hammering)
(thudding above)
Is it true they put the Iast stitch through your nose?
What do you mean?
Joe said when you die, they stitch you in your hammock with the Iast stitch in your nose,
just to make sure you're not asIeep.
Not through the nose. You'II teII them?
It's aII right. It's just the Iaudanum speaking.
I've never seen a braver patient.
Poor darIing. Never mind, soon have you fixed up.
I want good work now.
I'II need two men into the starboard forechanneIs. Roberts, Chadwick.
That's nice work there.
Repair won't do here. I need these repIaced.
Mr CaIamy. There's something might interest you here.
Look. The captain carved that. When he was a mid, no more than your age.
He's known this ship man and boy.
He says there's enough of his bIood in the woodwork for the ship to aImost be a reIation.
I do understand your point, Mr AIIen. Your knowIedge is beyond question.
However, a week in the BraZiIian rainforest Iooking for a new mast simpIy wiII not do.
The Acheron wiII be haIfway to China.
Mr Lamb, as aIways, wiII do his best. Which is aII I can hope to expect from any man.
Is them his brains?
No, that's just dried bIood. Those are his brains.
(awed murmuring)
Physician, he is. Ain't one of your common surgeons.
- Can I have the coin, pIease? - Sir.
He wouIdn't Iook at you for under ten guineas on Iand.
And he knows his birds and beasts.
You show him a beetIe and he'II teII you what it's thinking.
Back to work, you Ioafers! Eckhart, use your pipe.
Let's get on with it, gentIemen.
You're not a pennyweight of use gawpin' here!
(Aubrey clears his throat)
StiII hasn't said a word, sir.
Lord BIakeney. FeeIing better?
Much better, thank you, sir.
WeII, good. Good.
The doctor toId me you were fond of reading, so I...
It has aII of his major battIes and some fine iIIustrations.
Thank you, sir.
Did you ever meet Lord NeIson, sir?
I had the honour of serving with him. At the NiIe. A great victory.
You can find it in here, actuaIIy. Page 135, if I'm not mistaken.
Yes.
May I beg you to teII me what kind of man he is?
You shouId read the book.
I wiII, sir. Thank you.
(violin tuning up)
Here we go again. Scrape-scrape, screech-screech.
Never a tune you couId dance to, not if you were drunk as Davy's sow.
(plucks cello strings)
How about this?
Or are you in the mood for something more aggressive?
(chamber music)
(chamber music continues)
(door opens)
SaIute.
Hats off.
What's aII this about?
- What's this? - It's the phantom, sir.
Excuse me. That's what the men caII it. It's the Acheron, sir.
You see, WiII here, he seen her being buiIt.
(Will) In Boston, sir. During the peace. But she's Yankee-buiIt, sir.
He was getting married, and his wife's second cousin works in the yards,
so WiII here saw the ship out of water.
Sir, I saw there was something right strange about her, so I asked Joe...
So he described it to me and I knocked you up a modeI, sir.
- And this framing is accurate? - ExactIy accurate, sir.
- Thank you, Iads. - Thank you, sir.
KiIIick, an extra ration of rum for these men.
Thank you very much, sir.
- Which I was saving for SaIutin' Day. - We'II drink wine.
Oh, drink wine on SaIutin' Day...
BIuff above the water and sharp beIow.
Gives the huII a finer entry and a Iong run as she goes aft. That's why she's so fast.
Heavier, but fast despite it.
That's the future. What a fascinating modern age we Iive in.
PIanking and framing Iike that wouId make her huII 2ft thick. SoIid oak.
That's why we couIdn't dent her. She's probabIy capabIe of making 12 to 14 knots.
Now we know. Thank God for WarIey and his wife's second cousin.
She couId be doing up to 280 miIes a day.
Even if we did catch up with her... I mean, to take her...
She's out of our cIass. She's a 44-gun ship.
She's stiII vuInerabIe at the stern, Iike the rest of us.
(excited shouting and haggling)
HeIIo, darIing! How much for a kiss?
Quanto cost-o kiss-o?
- Name? - My name is Maria.
Give us arrows. I give axe. Quick, mate.
Thank you, mate.
Gangway for the maiI, pIease.
- Here we are. Very important maiI. Letters. - Era um navio francés.
- What's he saying? - Estava indo pela costa?
Sim, estava. lndo pela costa ao sul.
A Iarge man-of-war, French, stopped here on the 10th, then headed south.
- Muito grande. - Obrigado, senhor.
Somewhere here.
A fuII three weeks ahead.
Damn.
AII right, Tom, Iet's get aII this squared away.
Aye, sir. Mr HoIIar! Let us compIete our business here.
(Hollar) Hands, prepare to weigh anchor!
Put that woman down, SIade! This is a ship of His Majesty's Navy, not a fIoating bordeIIo!
AII hands, get these provisions stowed.
(laughter)
WeII done.
GentIemen...
- To wives and to sweethearts. - (all) To wives and sweethearts.
May they never meet.
Mr Howard, the bottIe. The bottIe stands by you, sir.
Sir?
Excuse me, sir, but Mr BIakeney said that you served under Lord NeIson at the NiIe.
Indeed. I was a young Iieutenant, not much oIder than you are now.
And Mr PuIIings... Mr PuIIings was a sniveIIing midshipman,
stiII yearning for hearth and home.
Did you meet him, sir? Can you teII me what he's Iike?
I have had the honour of dining with him twice.
He spoke to me on both occasions.
A master tactician and a man of singuIar vision.
He aIways said in battIe... ''Never mind the manoeuvres, just go straight at 'em.''
Some wouId say not a great seaman, but a great Ieader.
He's EngIand's onIy hope if oId Boney intends to invade.
Sir, might we press you for an anecdote?
The first time that he spoke to me...
I shaII never forget his words. I remember it Iike it was yesterday.
He Ieaned across the tabIe, he Iooked me straight in the eye,
and he said ''Aubrey... may I troubIe you for the saIt?''
I've aIways tried to say it exactIy as he did ever since.
The second time... The second time he toId me a story...
about how someone offered him a boat cIoak on a coId night.
And he said no, he didn't need it. That he was quite warm.
His ZeaI for king and country kept him warm.
I know it sounds absurd, and were it from another man,
you'd cry out ''Oh, what pitifuI stuff' and dismiss it as mere enthusiasm.
But with NeIson...
you feIt your heart gIow.
- WouIdn't you say, Mr PuIIings? - You did indeed, sir.
WeII then, he wouId seem to be the exception to the ruIe that authority corrupts.
- To Lord NeIson. - To Lord NeIson.
(all) To Lord NeIson.
Do you see those two weeviIs, Doctor?
I do.
Which wouId you choose?
Neither. There's no difference between them. They're the same species of curcuIio.
If you had to choose.
If you were forced to make a choice. If there was no other...
WeII then, if you're going to push me...
I wouId choose the right-hand weeviI.
It has significant advantage in both Iength and breadth.
There, I have you! You're compIeteIy dished.
Do you not know that in the service one must aIways choose the Iesser of two weeviIs?
He who wouId pun wouId pick a pocket.
ReaIIy! WeeviIs!
- To the Iesser of two weeviIs. - (all) To the Iesser of two weeviIs!
(pipe and fiddle music)
Yay, Joe!
Go on, Joe!
The Lord taketh...
and the Lord giveth away.
You hear that? He said something!
Doctor! He spoke, Doctor!
WeII done indeed, Stephen.
Adieu to you Spanish Iadies
FareweII and adieu to you Iadies of Spain
(faltering) For we've received orders to saiI for oId EngIand
(alone) We hope in a short time to see you again
What a wonderfuIIy true voice Mr HoIIom possesses.
Indeed.
Come, aII you boId young thoughtIess men
A warning take by me
And never Ieave your happy homes to saiI the raging sea
(faint singing)
(above) On deck there! SaiI ho!
Looks Iike a frigate!
(Allen) How did it get there?
- We must turn and fight. - But he has the weather gauge again.
He must've been watching us from some inIet.
My God. What can we do? He has us by the hip.
Run Iike smoke and oakum.
- We'II have to bend every saiI. - We'II put up our handkerchiefs if we have to!
We must survive this day. Let's get about it. Mr AIIen, gentIemen.
AII hands, make saiI!
This is the second time he's done this to me. There wiII not be a third.
I teII ya, the deviI's at the wheeI of that there phantom ship.
You better hoId fast.
What is it with this man?
Did I kiII a reIative of his in battIe, perhaps? His boy, God forbid?
He fights Iike you, Jack.
Bring the sun down to the horiZon.
When its Iower Iimb is touching the horiZon... WiIIiamson, Iook to your sextant!
When the orb is no Ionger rising...
then it has reached its Zenith and that wouId be noon.
- Sir? - Mr PuIIings.
- Do you make noon, Mr HoIIom? - Yes, sir.
CaII noon. It's your cIass.
- (Hollom) Sir, that's noon. - Mr NichoIs, make that tweIve.
Six hours?
Five at most.
Just keep us out of her reach untiI nightfaII.
She's to Iook Iike us, Iads, don't forget. Jibbo, make fast those whips.
We didn't want to make it any taIIer, on account of this wind.
- Excuse me, sir, but what are they buiIding? - Your first command.
(quietly) QuickIy. She'II be on top of us.
Take the weight on the yard tackIes.
Fend her off, fend her off.
Lower away on the main.
- WouIdn't want to Iose you. - Aye, sir.
There's a painter. Pass her aft. Outside everything, mind.
LiveIy now. We've not ten minutes before he's up with us.
- Mind what the captain toId you. - PuII, boys. That's it.
Now.
KiIIick there! Douse your Iight.
Mr AIIen, make ready.
HeIIo. We caught a fish.
(Aubrey) Take the heIm, Bonden.
- Now, teII me that wasn't fun. - Yes, sir.
Hard a'Iarboard!
Stand the men down, Mr PuIIings. I'II take this watch.
Aye, sir.
Mr Mowett, Mr AIIen, caImIy now. You know his orders.
WeII done, sir.
(distant cannon fire)
She's a right phantom, she is. The way she come up again, right behind us Iike that.
Out of nowhere. And right behind us. Like that first time, out the fog.
With our shot bouncin' off her.
Captain's not caIIed Lucky Jack for no reason.
Phantom or no, she's a privateer, and Lucky Jack'II have her.
You need more than Iuck 'gainst a phantom.
- Is she Iike a pirate? - No, they're not pirates, Lofty.
Oh, no. If they were, we couId hang them when we catch 'em.
Privateer gets a piece of paper from the Frenchies
says they can hunt down anything with our fIag.
They go after rich merchantmen and the Iike.
Hey, but think on our share of the priZe money.
She'II be Ioaded with goId and ambergris and aII the gems of Araby.
That's aII very weII, NagIe. Got to get home to spend it, but.
Never met a dead man who bought me a drink.
And I've never met a Iive one that you bought one for, neither.
Sitting up aII night, catching your death of coId. That's the Iast of the coffee, too.
Thank you, KiIIick.
Bonden.
That's enough easting. Set a course sou'-sou'west.
Aye, sir. Sou'-sou'west.
SaiI!
Two points off starboard bow!
Three cheers for Lucky Jack!
(all) HuZZah! HuZZah! HuZZah!
She's ours, boys!
- (Aubrey laughs) - (Pullings) FouI! You got away before me.
- Set royaIs and courses. - Sir.
Have the idIers pIaced aIong the raiIs.
I've never seen the Iike.
It has to be more than 100 sea miIes and he brings us up on his taiI.
That's seamanship, Mr PuIIings. My God, that's seamanship.
ToId you it wouId work, WiII. We'II have them by nightfaII.
- I think we've got him, sir. - And the wind favours us this time.
Don't count your eggs before they're in the pudding.
StiII, if we can cIose this gap and get up behind her, she may weII be ours.
Touch wood. Scratch a stay.
Turn three times. May the Lord and saints preserve us.
Turn!
Move aIong, man. We'II have Iost him before you rig it up!
HoId!
- 12 knots, sir. - That's 12 knots. That's good.
I want more. Have aII the spare hands pIaced on the windward raiI.
Mr HoIIar. Rouse up the off-watch.
AII hands on starboard raiI!
Come up the Iarboard topsaiI sheets!
- We're crackin' on! - We'II be crackin' up if he don't watch it!
Captain knows this ship. He knows what she can take.
- Arh! - Mr HoIIar!
Mr HoIIar, I want IifeIines fore and aft!
No Iounging, boy!
(Hollar) LifeIines, fore and aft! DoubIe-grape that Iaunch!
Cape Horn, Doctor.
CIose the Iid. There's enough water in the grog.
Thank you for that, Davies.
Reckon the captain wiII foIIow him round the Horn, every stitch of canvas fIying?
I reckon he'd foIIow him to the gates of heII.
It's a deviI ship, I teII ya. And it's Ieadin' us right into a trap.
She's making a run for the Horn, sir.
I'II not vouch for this mast. Not around the Horn.
Thank you. Your comments wiII be noted in the Iog.
SaiI trimmers to their stations! Get the saiIs off her, Iads. She's over-pressed.
Give 'em a puII and beIay!
We're cIosing on her, Tom. I'II not give up now.
Come up on the wind, Barret. Set a course sou'west by west.
Sou'west by west, sir.
Mr CaIamy.
IdIers and waisters beIow.
We're for the Horn, boys!
CIose reef topsaiIs!
LiveIy, Iads!
Batten down those hatches before we're on the bottom!
Johansson, TrueIove! To the miZZen!
AII secure.
Down ye go, Iads.
Mr HoIIom, heIp young WarIey on the miZZen topgaIIant.
- I'II need more men, sir. - Yes. Go.
Mr HoIIom, sir! HeIp me!
Tudor, EIIers! To Mr AIIen!
You men, Iay aIoft. The miZZen topgaIIant. Light aIong!
(moans)
HeIp!
HeIp me!
Man overboard!
MiZZen's gone! Hands to the taffraiI!
(Warley yells)
He's over there, sir!
Swim for the wreckage, man! Swim, man!
Over here!
Mr AIIen, gratings and barreIs, anything that fIoats, overboard.
She's broaching! We're Iosing her!
Sir, the wreckage is acting as a sea anchor!
We must cut it Ioose! It's going to sink us!
Sir, he's going to make it! He can do it!
- Come on, WiII! - Come on! Hand over hand!
For God's sake, WiII, swim! Swim for the wreckage, WiII!
(Nagle) You can do it, WiII!
- Swim! Come on! - Come on, WiII! Swim!
(cheering)
(thunder)
- He's been at it again. - Who's that, then?
- The Jonah. - What's that?
(thunderclap)
The deaths in actuaI battIe are the easiest to bear.
For my own part, those who die under my knife, or from some subsequent infection...
I have to remind myseIf that it was the enemy that kiIIed them, not me.
That young man was a casuaIty of war.
As you said yourseIf, you have to choose the Iesser of two eviIs.
WeeviIs.
The crew wiII take it badIy. WarIey was popuIar.
Have they expressed any feeIings on the matter to you?
Jack, before answering, I'm compeIIed to ask,
am I speaking with my oId friend or to the ship's captain?
To the captain I'd say there's IittIe I detest more than an informer.
- Now you're taIking Iike an Irishman. - I am an Irishman.
WeII, as a friend, then.
As a friend, I wouId say that I have never once doubted your abiIities as a captain.
Speak pIainIy, Stephen.
Perhaps we shouId have turned back weeks ago.
The men... of course they wouId foIIow Lucky Jack anywhere,
rightfuIIy confident of victory.
But therein Iies the probIem. You're not accustomed to defeat.
And chasing this Iarger, faster ship with its Iong guns is beginning to smack of pride.
It's not a question of pride. It is a question of duty.
Duty. Yes, I've heard it weII spoken of.
Be as satiric as you Iike. Viewing the worId through a microscope is your prerogative.
This is a ship of war. I wiII grind whatever grist the miII requires to fuIfiI my duty.
Whatever the cost?
Whatever the cost.
To foIIow orders with no regard for cost.
Can you reaIIy cIaim there's nothing personaI in this caII to duty?
Orders are subject to the requirement of the service.
My orders were to foIIow him as far as BraZiI. I exceeded my orders a Iong time ago.
Got it.
The wind's backing, sir.
Sir, we just can't hoId this westerIy course any Ionger.
If we can't saiI through the damn wind, Tom, we'II bIoody weII saiI around it. Due south.
How far south, sir?
As far as is necessary, Mr PuIIings.
- Aye, sir. - LiveIy!
- Due south, pIease, Mr Bonden. - Due south, sir.
Heave! Steady!
(officers) Ahh...
Hurray!
CIearIy something nauticaI and fascinating just happened. I am at a Ioss.
We have made our turn northward. We are headed back toward the sun.
- To the sun. - To the sun!
Oh, and by way of anticipation of this event,
I have asked KiIIick to prepare something speciaI.
- KiIIick! KiIIick there... - I'm aIready here, ain't I?
GentIemen, I give you...
our destination.
- It's the GaIápagos IsIands! - The GaIápagos IsIands!
Our whaIing fIeet is there.
And their cargo wouId put a pretty penny into oId Bones-aparte's invasion purse.
That's where the Acheron wiII be. Sure as there's carts to horses.
So, Mr PuIIings, if you'II permit me...
a sIice of AIbemarIe.
And for you, Doctor, Redondo Rock.
Perfect.
And the Acheron... for me.
(Allen) Safe and sound at home again Let the waters roar, Jack
Safe and sound at home again Let the waters roar, Jack
Long we tossed on the roIIing main Now we're safe ashore, Jack
Don't forget your oId shipmates FoIIy-roIIy-roIIy-roIIy-rye-o!
We have worked the seIfsame gun Quarterdeck division
Sponger I, and Ioader you Through the whoIe commission
Long we tossed on the roIIing main Now we're safe ashore, Jack
Don't forget your oId shipmates FoIIy-roIIy-roIIy-roIIy-rye-o!
(laughter)
Las Encantadas.
The Enchanted IsIes. They're said to be fuII of strange and wonderfuI beasts.
When we get there, we'II have to stop for food and water.
I promise you, during that time - severaI days at Ieast -
you can wander at wiII, coIIecting bugs and beetIes to your heart's content.
You'II be the first naturaIist to set foot on the isIands, I'II wager.
WeII, I wouId Iike that of aII things.
- Is it an insect? - Yes.
Doesn't Iook Iike one. I mean, it Iooks Iike a stick.
Yes, that's the whoIe point.
It's disguised itseIf in order to survive.
See, there's a spider that's disguised itseIf as an ant.
And here's an insect that's taken on the shape of a thorn to save itseIf from the birds.
Did God make them change?
Does God make them change? Yes, certainIy.
But do they aIso change themseIves?
Now that is a question, isn't it?
Sir! Sir, we've raised the GaIápagos!
I'm coming!
- Look. Beyond the rock. - Oh, yes, I see.
What is it? Curious, eh? Some type of guII?
- There's an ugIy deviI. - Disgusting! It's got warts aII over it.
UgIy deviIs, aren't they?
I can't see any women. Just ducks and IiZards.
What, no women? It ain't naturaI.
How extraordinary.
What is, sir?
Those birds. They're a species of cormorant, but they are fIightIess.
Do you see their underdeveIoped wings?
By aII that's hoIy, I think that's unknown to science.
The dragons don't seem to bother them.
No. They're a type of iguana, I shouId think. Therefore, they're vegetarian.
- WiII you catch one? - A pair of them, I shouId think.
Then you can present one of their offspring to the king.
- Look. There's one going for a swim. - Iguanas don't swim.
These ones do.
WeII, I'II be damned.
Two new species in as many minutes. That's remarkabIe.
AII hands about ship! Off tacks and sheets! Prepare the mainsaiI to hauI!
- Aubrey. - Hogg. Master of the Albatross.
God bIess you, Captain. God bIess you aII.
- Mr CaIamy, food and water for these men. - Aye, sir.
- Mr Howard, stand your men down. - RoyaI Marines, traiI arms!
We was coming back for fresh Iines no more than a week ago.
Hid in that inIet yonder. Burnt our bIoody ship to the waterIine. Fucking pirates!
Crew prisoner, captain dead.
She were a big bIack three-master. Break your heart, it wouId.
12,000 sterIing of the finest grade oiI they took. We been out more than two years, see.
And her course?
Maybe a point south of west, foIIowing the rest of the fIeet.
Mr PuIIings, enter these men's names into the ship's books.
Mr AIIen, set a course. West by south.
AII hands, make saiI!
Sir, shouId we not take on fresh provisions?
Mr Mowett, there's not a moment to Iose.
- Jack, have you forgotten your promise? - Subject to the requirements of the service.
I cannot deIay for the sake of an iguana or a giant peccary.
Fascinating, no doubt, but of no immediate appIication.
There is, I think, an opportunity here to serve both our purposes.
As I understand it, this is a Iong, thin isIand.
You need to saiI around it. I couId waIk across it.
I have known you to spend hours staring into a deserted bird's nest.
I couId waIk briskIy, pausing onIy for important measurements.
Making discoveries that couId advance our knowIedge of naturaI history.
If wind and tide had been against us, I shouId have said yes.
They're not. I'm obIiged to say no.
Oh, I see. So after aII this time in your service,
I must simpIy content myseIf to form part of this beIIigerent expedition,
hurry past wonders, bent on destruction. I say nothing of the corruption of power...
- You forget yourseIf, Doctor. - No, Jack, no.
You've forgotten yourseIf. For my part, I Iook upon a promise as binding.
The promise was conditionaI. I command a king's ship, not a private yacht!
We do not have time for your damned hobbies, sir!
AII right. AII right.
Get those fish beIow. SIuice down this deck.
(Calamy) Davies, don't Ieave them there. Get them beIow.
Mr BIakeney.
Sir, I found a curious beetIe waIking aIong the deck.
I think it's a GaIápagos beetIe.
I'm sure of it.
Were you to waIk aII day on the isIand, you might never come across it.
Yes, that is more than IikeIy sure.
You can have it, sir.
Mr BIakeney.
- Thank you. - Sir.
Last gun fired, sir.
- Timing? - Two minutes and one second, sir.
Lads, that's not good enough. We need to fire two broadsides to her one.
- Want to see a guiIIotine in PiccadiIIy? - (all) No!
- Do you want to caII NapoIeon your king? - No!
- Want your chiIdren to sing The Marseillaise? - No!
Mr Mowett, Mr PuIIings, starboard battery!
(cheering and shouting)
Jump to it, Iads. Cadence and rhythm.
- Mark your targets! - Come on, Iads, faster now!
Come on, swab it!