Here, Bessie. Come on, Bessie. Come on. Go get your stick.
Chuck!
- Come on, Bessie. - [Man] Chuck!
Come on. You ready?
- You all set? - Yeah, I think so.
- It'll all be here when you get back. - I know.
You're not having second thoughts?
No. Why?
It's a year of your life.
And this Ocean Academy isn't recognized as accredited.
- By Yale. - By any lvy League school.
You can't afford two of us at Yale or Brown or any lvy League school, anyway, Dad.
- Your brother got a scholarship, and you know you'd get one too. - I'm not him!
I just don't care about that stuff right now.
It'll be a good thing, Dad.
[Horns Honking]
- Here. - Thanks, Mom.
- You have everything? - Yes.
- Passport? - I'll be fine, Mom.
Why do you look so down? This is your dream come true.
- That's not why he's letting me go. - Of course it is.
No. It's because he hopes it'll look good on my record.
Well.
Either way, you're going.
Besides, he would've loved to have been able to do this.
- Then why didn't he? - He never had the opportunity.
It hasn't been easy for him, both his boys going off at the same time.
All right.
- This is your bus ticket to Idlewild. - Sir? Just this one.
And, uh, this will get you from Idlewild to Miami. This is your plane ticket...
Dad? I'll be okay. Really.
Make us proud, son.
Okay.
[Chuck Narrating] Today the adventure begins.
I've given up my last year of high school to join the crew...
of the Brigantine school ship Albatross...
to sail halfway around the world and back.
Dad's made me promise to keep a journal.
It's like a chore, but it's part of the deal I had to make.
Because today, I leave the path that he had chosen for me...
and instead, take my own.
Albatross?
Yeah.
Robert March. Who the hell are you?
Ah, Gieg, Chuck.
[Singing Hymn]
Gieg Chuck? What are you, a native or something?
No, it's just Chuck.
Hey, Johnstone, I'm surprised to see you here after the old bowsprit affair.
- Yeah, well I'm back for some more. - [Robert] Listen to this, man.
Romeo here was going at it with some local girl in the jibsheet.
After the deed was done.
- Whoa, hey, he says they did the deed. - Trust me. We did the deed.
All right, man. After the alleged deed was done, they fell asleep.
Mr. McCrea walks on deck and hears Casanova sawing logs.
He calls the whole crew on deck, up goes the jib and out roll Tod-o and the girl...
naked as goddamn Adam and Eve, I swear.
Whoa, here we are, guys. Home, sweet hell on water.
[Tod] Whoo-hoo!
[Dog Barking]
Smoked fish, smoked fish.
[Indistinct Talking]
Let's go.
- I give you one dollar for every fish. - No, no.
What happened to it?
She cleans up. We'll have her shipshape before she shoves off.
[Robert] Come on.
"Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea...
- for an acre of barren ground. - Oh, shit.
Long heath, brown furze, anything. Will above be done.
But I would fain die a dry death."
[Laughing] Remember? Hello, Robert.
Excuse me, sir, but what's that supposed to mean?
It's Shakespeare, Tod. The Tempest, act one, scene one.
- I suggest you read it. - Yeah, and why is that?
Because it's the song you'll all be singing when we put out to sea.
Arbedar!
Arbedar.
Oh, geez, man. I forgot about him.
- Where are you from, Robert? - California, man. Have a smoke.
- How you doin'? Robert March. - Dean Preston.
Hi, my name is Gil Martin.
Hi. Chuck Gieg.
That's my brother.
He's dead.
I'm going to take this one.
Well, in case you haven't noticed, it's already been taken.
- What's wrong with that one? - What?
I'm sure it's just as comfortable as this one is, but I get nosebleeds, so...
Does anyone have a problem with that? Do you?
Absolutely not!
Guys, listen up. Shay Jennings, first mate of the Albatross.
This here is Dr. Alice Sheldon.
I'm ship's surgeon. I'm in charge of your aches and pains.
And I teach biology, math and science.
Girard Pascal here is the ship's cook.
You want to keep all your fingers, huh?
Stay the hell out of my galley unless you're invited and you have clean hands.
Some of you already met Mr. McCrea.
In case you haven't figured it out, he teaches English.
So when the heck do we get to meet El Capitan, huh?
Maybe he's gettin' his wooden leg waxed.
- [Shay] Skipper on deck! - Hello.
[Shay] On your feet, gentlemen. Come on, let's go!
Martin.
Preston.
Johnstone.
Lapchick.
Get rid of it, March.
Dowd.
Flamberg.
Burrows.
Gieg.
You're gonna wanna lose that.
- Who'd I miss? - Beaumont, sir. He's not here yet.
The ship beneath you is not a toy...
and sailing's not a game.
The Albatross will take us far, gentlemen,
but she demands constant attention.
Respect that, and we'll do fine.
[Skipper] One more thing.
Nothing happens on this ship that I don't know about.
She speaks to me in the night, so... don't test me.
Not even a little.
[Bell Ringing]
"No man is an island, entire of itself.
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls.
It tolls for thee." John Donne.
I'll see you on deck. Let's go!
[Shay] All right! Come on, roll out, sailors. All hands on deck.
Sixty seconds. That's one minute, Johnstone.
[Shay] Go, go, go! Okay, let's run. Run! Come on, run, run, run.
Guys, line up single file, please. Single file. Okay, everybody, swim!
- Whoo! - Guys, I'm not joking. Into the water.
[Shay] I'm not joking, boys. Come on, into the water. Let's go!
Let's go! Everyone. Go, go, go!
Hey, Preston, what's the matter now? Come on, everyone swims.
I don't.
You will if you want to eat.
You gonna swim for your breakfast, you little weasel?
Go for it, man!
All right. Come on, you sissy, go!
[Tod] Let's go, you little monkey.
- Come on, Shay! - [Dean] Move it, you maggot!
- Show 'em what you're made of! - [Bird Caws]
Yeah!
- [Cheering] - Nice dive!
Whoo! Not too bad.
All right. I've been in twice. So, what's it gonna be?
[Rooster Crows]
I've got five bucks that says he doesn't.
- I got ten says he doesn't live. - I'll take a dollar of that.
- Jesus. - I can't watch this.
Shh.
Ay.
[Cheering]
[Cheering Continues]
Skipper on deck!
You know what's out there?
Wind and rain and some damn big waves.
Reefs and rocks and sandbars,
and enough fog and night to hide it all.
So why the hell do it, then?
Builds character, Mr. Preston,
of which you are in desperately short supply.
The kind you only find on mountaintops and deserts,
on battlefields... and across oceans.
Nice dive, Preston.
If we don't have order, we have nothing.
- "Where we go one, we go all." - [Ringing]
[Chuck Narrating] Some of us are here for discipline, some for escape.
And the rest don't even know why.
I'm not sure where I fit in,
but I can see a small piece of myself in each of them.
I think I'll have friends here,
and I hope this will be home.
What are you looking at?
Hmm?
Why'd you jump?
'Cause I felt like it.
It was so high, you know.
Let me tell you something. As soon as you grow some balls, doughnut,
let me know and I'll tell you all about it.
I thought it was a pretty stupid stunt myself too.
What was that?
You heard what I said.
- [Grunts] - Don't ever call me stupid.
[Tracy Whimpers, Groans]
He didn't mean it.
[Gasping, Panting]
Let me tell you girls something. I do what I want to do when I want to do it,
and I don't give a damn what some Ahab up there says otherwise.
Well, if it ain't Howard Hughes come to fly me home, boys.
[Shay] There you go. That's it.
No, use your, use your whole hand, whole hand.
What's the matter with you? The other way.
Ahoy there!
Good afternoon!
[Chuckles]
Albatross, huh? [Chuckling]
Doesn't inspire a lot of confidence, does it?
On the contrary, the albatross is considered a very good omen.
Legend has it they embody the spirits of lost sailors.
Only bad luck if you kill one.
[Man] I'm not interested in legends.
Francis Beaumont. That's my son behind you. Frank.
Frank.
Sir.
You're a day late. We keep a schedule aboard ship. Lives depend on it.
Your cable said you would not be putting out until late October.
As you can see, there's a lot of work to do.
Mm-hmm.
Indentured servitude is not what my son had in mind.
This is a working ship.
Promptness is not a luxury, it's a necessity, as is the work to maintain her.
Your son will do his part if he wants to stay on board.
I'll be honest with you. This was his mother's idea.
A romp through the Caribbean sounds more like a holiday than an education.
It will be more than that, I can promise you.
All right.
You take good care of my son.
[Francis] He'll need a hand with that. It's heavy.
Well, Frank.
We'll do our best.
All right, take him below, Shay.
Sing along. Go!
Me way, hey, hey, ya
You got it. He's got it. Atta boy!
Head up, eyes up. Then the leg.
Keep moving up. Look up when you're going up. Not so fast, Frank.
That's it! Keep your arms straight, shoulder length.
[Alice] Okay, now I want you out on these spars...
but I don't want you to release the gaskets until I tell you.
That's good. Just keep your back inside the backrope.
Okay. Now remember these are the sails. They can shift. They're not locked.
- Avast hauling. - [McCrea] Over.
Stop!
Gentlemen, when you hear an order, shout it out!
I want to know you've heard and understand.
- Set the main. - Set the main!
- [Together] Set the main! - Set the main!
Main!
[McCrea] Heave! Heave!
[Screams, Gagging]
Shay! Skipper! Skipper!
[Gagging]
Get him!
Somebody, get to him!
- Excuse me! - [Gagging]
Come here! Aah.
Put your feet on here.
[Panting]
All right, come on.
Watch yourself now.
- Okay, take it easy. - Are you all right?
- [Coughing] Yeah. - Huh?
It was my fault. I was reaching for the...
Why didn't you climb up there, son?
Speak up.
'Cause he's afraid to climb.
Is that true?
Shay, why wasn't I made aware of this?
It's your job to know!
If something goes wrong up there, the other 16 people on board...
can't be wondering if he's going to do his job or not.
- Swing up, son. - What?
Up you go right now.
[Snickers]
You got something to say?
- No. - Then keep your mouth shut!
It takes discipline to make it out here. There are no special cases.
- Now, what's it gonna be? - I'm sorry.
Sorry's not gonna cut it.
Now, get up there! Get goin'!
That's it.
One hand in front of the other, son.
We'll do it together.
And don't look down. You look in my eyes.
Look in my eyes!
Climb.
- Come on. We'll do it together. - I can't.
You climb, damn it!
- [Screaming] - That's it.
[Screaming Continues]
Are you hating this? Huh, are you?
I hate you, you son of a bitch.
Good! Good! Hate your way up another rung.
- Do it right now! - [Screaming]
[Both Screaming]
[Whimpers]
All right, all right. All right, come down.
- Oh, God. - Stay there.
You're all right. That's it.
[Skipper] Come on.
That's it.
It's all right.
[Crying]
- It's all right. - I'm sorry.
[Crying]
I'm only going to say this one time.
I'm not here to wipe your noses and your asses.
I'm not your mother. He can take care of himself.
[Crying]
Are there any other phobias I need to know about?
No, sir.
Excellent!
Shay, find Mr. Martin a position to suit his condition.
And remember something.
Sooner or later we all have to face it.
[Bell Ringing]
Hey.
We're awfully quiet tonight.
Something on your mind, Girard?
I think you were too tough on Martin.
- You do, huh? - Yes, I do.
They're green, all of 'em, and full of themselves.
That's a dangerous combination.
- He pissed on his pants. - Mmm, and all over me.
Wh-What do you call that? Humiliation training?
Because I'm pretty familiar with psychological theory. There's nothing I've read...
- What you do, you traumatize the kid. - The point is!
We're as strong as our weakest link.
I don't want to find that out the hard way.
So I will challenge them as will you.
And they will come together.
And I don't care if they like me or not.
Does that apply to the staff too, sir?
I'll tell you what, Girard.
I'll stay out of your galley, you stay off my poop deck.
We'll get along fine that way.
Otherwise it's going to be a long ride.
I want a head count when they're in the racks. We're putting out in the morning.
- Good night. - Good night, Skipper. Good night, Alice.
- Good night. - [Swearing In Spanish]
[Sighs]
I've seen him snatch the tail of a tempest...
and stuff it screaming into a bottle.
- The bilges are full of 'em. - McCrea, what do you mean by that?
He's been beyond the reach.
He'll do well by us all, Girard.
He's a real salt.
Got one for me?
No. These I paid two dollars for. Havana.
Oh!
[Music, Laughter]
How you doin'?
Look, I appreciate, you know, your concern and all.
But, ah, like Skipper said, I can take care of myself.
I know.
Just brought you a Coke.
[Music, Laughter Continue]
I feel like I got you into this.
Forget it.
My own brother and I used to climb to the top...
of this old beech tree in the backyard and watch the sun go down like this.
My, um, parents, they'd, uh,
they'd fight a lot,
so we'd sneak out there where we couldn't hear 'em.
Do you believe I miss it?
I mean, all the crap I had to put up with at home and I'm still homesick.
Well, I wouldn't worry.
I'm sure they'll have some fight left in 'em by the time we get back.
That's a fact.
[Chuck Narrating] And so it was that after weeks of training...
with the hurricane season behind us,
the Albatross took to the open sea.
In each of us were feelings of excitement and hesitation...
for the man at the helm...
and the unfamiliar world he would be leading us into.
[Skipper] Gieg.
Come here. Take the wheel.
C'mere.
- Hold her steady into the wind. Southwest by west. - Yes, sir.
Ah, holding her steady southwest by west... sir.
In South Australia 'round Cape Horn
What's wrong, Mr. McCrea?
Seems like we're short on singers, Skipper.
Everyone sings aboard a windjammer, gentlemen.
Lets everyone know you're in sync.
It shows unity, that all thoughts are one. Besides, I like it.
Heave away, you rolling kings Heave away, haul away
Haul away You'll hear me sing
We'll bear off to port and run downwind.
Okay, Mr. McCrea, stand by to ease the main sheet.
[Shay] Robert, get on the jibsheet.
Fall off to port. Ease her around to a heading of northeast.
- Sing out when you're there. - Yes, sir.
[Shay] All right, stand by to loose the squares.
- Northeast, sir. - Speak up, boy!
- Northeast, sir! - Loose the squares!
- [Tod] Loose the squares! - Loose the squares!
[Shouts]
All right, loosen those gaskets.
All the other sails up. What's taking so long, huh?
Keep your eye on the pennant, Chuck.
If you jib now we'll have people in the water.
[Chuck] Yes, sir!
[McCrea] Storm at sea!
All stop on the engine.
[Bell Ringing]
Behold the power of the wind.
[Bell Ringing]
Skipper, the crew is doing group boot over the side.
[McCrea] All right, keep it over the side. That's it.
Come on. Okay. Whoa, boy. Watch your step.
- Should we turn away? - You can't run from the wind, son.
You trim your sails, face the music and keep going.
This guy's certifiable.
- No, he's suicidal, man. - We won't have any crew left, Skipper.
Excellent point!
How'd you like to have to bet on Tracy here getting us home today?
Each one of you is responsible for the rest.
It's up to you.
Nothing like a little experience to put things in perspective, huh?
I want you all to make sure your gear is stowed.
McCrea, your team will stand watch. Everyone else hit the rack.
[Frank] Hey, Skipper?
Listen, I'm not staying out here, okay?
Robert, take his place.
Robert, I got an idea. Why don't you help me swab the decks?
[Shay] Stand by to go about.
- Oh, God. - Watch yourself. Get in your bunk.
[Frank] Checked out.
[Boys Grunting, Groaning]
[Bell Ringing]
- Harden up the main staysail. - Aye, Skipper.
Harden up the main staysail.
Whoa!
Jesus! Skipper! Skipper, the jib's blown out!
Bring it in and run up the storm jib. Stay out of reach of the blocks!
[McCrea] Haul on the down haul.
Let go of your sheets. Hold on to your clews and blocks.
Well, we're in it now.
- [Alice] Look out! - Whoa!
- What do we do? - Get block and tackle!
- I'll go to block and tackle. Robert, here. Hold on, Dean. - I'm going in.
[McCrea] Get him. Easy over, Alice.
- Hold her steady! - Holding her steady, sir!
[McCrea] You all right?
Hang on, Dean! More line!
Hold on!
Grab the line!
Now the ladder. [Yells]
All right, take it. Come on in, Dean. Swing around, all right?
Come on. You all right?
[McCrea] There you go. There you go, all right.
[Robert] You all right?
Nice dive, Preston. You all right?
[Skipper] Now you got something to write home about.
Leave my wife alone and go in and get warm.
All right, let's bring her in and run up the storm jib.
Let's bring the storm jib up. Let's go.
Nicely done.
Thank you, sir.
You're enjoying this.
Yes, sir.
[Chuck Narrating] The seas lasted 16 hours...
and when we weren't throwing up, it scared the hell out of us.
Skipper never left the deck. Not once.
I think he loved every minute out there.
He's strong, tough, and he won't take no for an answer.
But he makes you want to please him.
I wonder if we'll ever live up to his expectations.
[Whimpering] Help me!
Gil, hey. Gil, wake up!
- Wake up, wake up! Hey, hey, easy, easy. - [Panting]
It's okay.
- [Panting] - You're okay.
- I was falling. - It was just a bad dream.
- It was so real. - Here's the thing.
Whenever you're having a nightmare like that and you can't get out of it,
all you have to do is say, "One, two, three, wake up."
One, two, three, wake up.
That's it, and you just come out of it.
- Who told you that? - My dad.
It's the only good advice he ever gave me.
[Chuck] Is that how he died?
He fell...
out of the beech tree in the backyard, and, um, broke his neck.
I was on a camp out away from home.
l...
They must've been going at it,
you know, throwing things, pushing.
[Gil] A real knockdown.
They didn't find him until the next morning.
They didn't even know why he was up there.
[Sobbing]
You never told them why he was there?
[Sighs]
I couldn't.
[Skipper] Remember, be back by 7:00 p.m.
We got a shallow reef to cross, and I'm not going to wait.
[Chatting]
I could go for that in a heartbeat.
Yeah, man, that was a matched set for sure.
- You're gonna be paying for it, because she's a professional. - Yeah? How do you know?
'Cause I know, man. I know. Now believe me, I know.
- I'll tell you who's got some nice ones. - Who?
Dr. Alice Sheldon, that's who.
[Frank] Oh, yeah? How the... How do you know that?
Dogwatch, night after the storm, I'm looking in the Skipper's skylight.
And there they were doing the nasty dance.
- [Frank] You just happened to be standing there? - [Gil] What'd they look like?
- What? - You know, her, uh, her hooters.
Come on, man, you sound like you never even seen a pair.
Shut up. I've seen 'em.
Well, even considering that she's 30, Boner City, fellas.
No foolin', man? But seriously, what'd they look like for real?
- You're a damn virgin, aren't you? - No.
[Laughing]
- Come on, give me what you got. What you got there? - Here you go. That's a dollar.
- Tod? A dollar from Robert. Let's go. - Yeah, all right.
[Dean] This isn't enough. This is pathetic. You got something, Beaumont?
I'm not gonna spend my money so Gil can get his cherry broken.
Daddy's money. All right, Daddy's boy, Daddy's boy. Hold that, Gieg.
We're gonna spin for it then just to make Mr. Daddy's boy happy.
All right? Here you go.
The winner gets a 15 minute honeymoon. Gather 'round.
[Cheering, Laughing]
[Dean] All right, go get 'em, Tiger!
Hey, man.
[Boys Chatting, Laughing]
- I got seven dollars. - You must be in a hurry. Come on.
Come on.
- Money? - Oh, right.
Wait here.
Okay.
Hey, Frank, what's taking you so long?
We're waiting on you, bro. Let's get outta here.
Hey, Frank!
[Door Opens]
Hi, baby.
- Um... - What you waiting for?
Whoa! Whoa! [Laughing]
Hey, what happened?
- Nothing, nothing happened. All right? - [Boys Laughing]
Why not? Oh, I don't know. Let's see. Perhaps because she was older than Moses?
You owe us seven bucks.
You set me up. All right? You set me up.
Don't look at me, buddy. You're the one with the...
See you later, limpdick!
[Chuck] I ran outta there. I turned and ran and slammed the door behind me.
My parents don't do it anymore.
[Laughing]
They don't. I swear. My parents don't do it anymore.
They tell you that? [Laughing]
No. I figured it out.
- [Bell Ringing] - What time is it?
[Chuck] What time is it? Oh, shit, man!
[Bell Ringing]
- [Chuck] Where is it? - Jesus H. Christ.
[Tod] You guys, we're screwed.
I knew we shouldn't have gone. I knew it.
Shut up! You sound like my sister.
How the hell do you idiots suppose we're going to get out of here?
- We'll think of something. Don't worry. - Oh, yeah?
I feel so much better now that you're here...
because lughead over here's going to think...
No, no, no, no! [Gagging]
Get off him!
[Chuck] Dean!
Yes, Chuck, nice.
[McCrea Kicking On Boat] Up! Up! Come on!
Get up! Let's go!
Come on, get up. Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!
Skipper?
You know what a loose cannon is?
A couple of thousand pounds of pig iron crashing around the deck in a storm.
Maybe take out a mast, punch a hole right through the hull.
Send a man-of-war straight to the bottom.
People are like that sometimes.
Before you know it, they're punching holes in everything.
I'm thinking of shutting this whole thing down.
[Rooster Crowing]
I can fly you all home from Grenada.
It's gonna be New Years by the time we hit port. I want a tight ship.
I want them all shaved and in clean clothes when we get there.
We have an obligation to host a cruise for some Dutch students there.
Each one of you is going to be responsible for a student.
I expect you to be courteous and thoughtful.
If everything goes well and your test scores are acceptable, I might reconsider.
All right. That's it. Get 'em on board, McCrea.
Right, Skipper. All right, come on, shake it off. What happened, huh?
[Bell Ringing]
[John Kennedy On Radio] ...unlike that of the Soviets...
since the end of World War II,
demonstrates that we have no desire to dominate or conquer any other nation.
Johnstone, what do you say I have a crack at the wheel there?
Negative, twerp. And you still owe me two bucks.
[Kennedy Continues] ...and become adjusted to living daily on the bull's-eye...
of Soviet missiles...
Iocated inside the U.S.S.R. or in submarines.
In that sense, missiles in Cuba...
add to an already clear and present danger,
although it should be noted the nations of Latin America...
have never previously been subjected to a potential nuclear threat.
But this secret, swift...
extraordinary buildup of Communist missiles...
in an area well-known to have a special and historical relationship...
to the Unites States and the nations of the western hemisphere...
in violation of Soviet assurances,
and in defiance with American and hemispheric policy...
Fifteen minutes, gentlemen. Fifteen minutes.
Where're you going?
- To take a piss. - Oh, really?
Yeah. You wanna come in and shake it for me?
[Dean] What are you doin'?
You were cheating.
- I don't want to listen to this. - Yes, you do, stupid!
You get caught cheating, your ass is on the first plane back to Idiotville.
Cut it out! Cut it out, Dean!
Cut it out!
If Frank had caught you, he would have ratted you out in a second.
Listen to us. You get caught cheating and you're off the boat!
[Dean] I cheated to get on the boat, damn it!
I doctored the grades so I could make the cut.
I'm a moron, all right? Are you satisfied now?
You're not a moron, Dean.
Bet?
It takes me half a day to get through one chapter of McCrea...
and I still don't have any idea what he's talking about.
Know why it takes me so long to write all those papers?
Because I can't spell.
They even kicked me out of vo-tech because I couldn't read a slide rule.
That's right.
I could show you how to read a slide rule.
[Whispering] Oh, what the fuck?
[Crying]
How long have you been standing there?
Long enough.
I'm never gonna pass the boards.
I'll tell you what.
You don't cheat anymore, and we'll make sure you get the grades.
We'll start our own private study group. Nobody else knows. You'll ace that test.
I'm in.
Me too.
Why would you guys do that? You guys don't have to do that.
'Cause, man. We, um...
We got a hard-on for you, pansy.
[Laughing]
[Seagulls Squawking]
- Whoa! - Oh, no, wait.
- [Dean] What do you got? - [Tod] Whoa!
- [Robert] Wait, wait, wait. - [Tod] All right, fellas.
- We got women. - [Laughing]
Yes!
Hold your head line! Slack your spring!
Midships.
Take a turn on the stern line.
[McCrea] Get the heavin' lines ready.
Stand by the fenders! Go on, get up there.
[Robert] Ready to launch on the port side.
All right, all right, all right.
Be calm, gentlemen. Be calm.
Slack your spring! Goddamn...
- Ah, good morning, ladies. - [Together] Good morning.
All secure alongside. Finish with engines.
Finish all engines.
One thing, though. What are we supposed to say to 'em?
- Are you serious, man? Come on, get in the game. - They don't speak English.
Well, there are some things everybody does in the same language.
How are you supposed to make the first move?
Well... be bold.
How you doin', ladies?
Dean Preston. Here you go.
- Mrs. Jensen? - Jensen.
[Jensen] The girls have been looking forward to this for some time.
- Hello, this is my wife Alice. - How do you do?
[Skipper] Shay, help these ladies on board.
I think we're going to have a wonderful sail tomorrow.
You might have your girls dress, you know, uh, casual.
Thank you, Captain. They will.
This is Girard, our chef.
Welcome.
Ladies, this area of the ship is the bow.
This is the foremast and the foremast fife rail with pins,
holding lines we use to control the sails along the foremast.
There are sheets used to set the sails, and there are clew lines...
used to haul the sails back in.
Every line along the fife rail serves a specific purpose.
The ship beneath you is not a toy, ladies.
Respect that, and we'll all do fine.
If you'll follow me this way.
[Girls Giggling]
So one full turn of the wheel is indicated by the kingspoke, which is this right here with...
[Sniffs] Um, ladies.
The wheel, all right?
Um, then, uh... That's... -
We were walking around and somebody's clever idea.
I guess we saw this brothel.
...this really pretty woman. And she was a woman!
[Bell Ringing]
Keep it up, Frankie. Come on.
Ahoy there!
Surprise! Surprise!
Frank! Ooh!
Oh, Frank!
[Francis] Well, well. What do we have here?
Good afternoon, Captain.
This is my wife, Mrs. Beaumont.
- Hello. - Hello. Pleasure to meet you.
[Francis] We thought we would drop by and see if you were all still in one piece.
And of course we are.
[Francis] Well, you never can tell, can you?
What can we do for you today?
We just thought we'd give our little boy a break from the monotony.
It's not monotonous.
Nevertheless.
Come on! Hop to, boy. We haven't got all day.
What's this?
All right, gentlemen. Best behavior, please.
We sail with the tide. That's 6:00 a. m... sharp.
Are you listening to me? Tracy, what time are we leaving?
- 6:00. - All right, have a good time but don't be late.
- All right. - Thanks, Dad.
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