- We're crackin' on! - We'll be crackin' up if he don't watch it!
Captain knows this ship. He knows what she can take.
- Arh! - Mr Hollar!
Mr Hollar, I want lifelines fore and aft!
No lounging, boy!
Lifelines, fore and aft! Double-grape that launch!
Cape Horn, Doctor.
Close the lid. There's enough water in the grog.
Thank you for that, Davies.
Reckon the captain will follow him round the Horn, every stitch of canvas flying?
I reckon he'd follow him to the gates of hell.
It's a devil ship, I tell ya. And it's leadin' us right into a trap.
She's making a run for the Horn, sir.
I値l not vouch for this mast. Not around the Horn.
Thank you. Your comments will be noted in the log.
Sail trimmers to their stations! Get the sails off her, lads. She's over-pressed.
Give 'em a pull and belay!
We're closing on her, Tom. I値l not give up now.
Come up on the wind, Barret. Set a course sou'west by west.
Sou'west by west, sir.
Mr Calamy.
Idlers and waisters below.
We're for the Horn, boys!
Close reef topsails!
Lively, lads!
Batten down those hatches before we're on the bottom!
Johansson, Truelove! To the mizzen!
All secure.
Down ye go, lads.
Mr Hollom, help young Warley on the mizzen topgallant.
- I値l need more men, sir. - Yes. Go.
Mr Hollom, sir! Help me!
Tudor, Ellers! To Mr Allen!
You men, lay aloft. The mizzen topgallant. Light along!
Help!
Help me!
Man overboard!
Mizzen's gone! Hands to the taffrail!
He's over there, sir!
Swim for the wreckage, man! Swim, man!
Over here!
Mr Allen, gratings and barrels, anything that floats, overboard.
She's broaching! We're losing her!
Sir, the wreckage is acting as a sea anchor!
We must cut it loose! It's going to sink us!
Sir, he's going to make it! He can do it!
- Come on, Will! - Come on! Hand over hand!
For God's sake, Will, swim! Swim for the wreckage, Will!
You can do it, Will!
- Swim! Come on! - Come on, Will! Swim!
- He's been at it again. - Who's that, then?
- The Jonah. - What's that?
The deaths in actual battle are the easiest to bear.
For my own part, those who die under my knife, or from some subsequent infection...
I have to remind myself that it was the enemy that killed them, not me.
That young man was a casualty of war.
As you said yourself, you have to choose the lesser of two evils.
Weevils.
The crew will take it badly. Warley was popular.
Have they expressed any feelings on the matter to you?
Jack, before answering, I知 compelled to ask,
am I speaking with my old friend or to the ship's captain?
To the captain I壇 say there's little I detest more than an informer.
- Now you're talking like an Irishman. - I am an Irishman.
Well, as a friend, then.
As a friend, I would say that I have never once doubted your abilities as a captain.
Speak plainly, Stephen.
Perhaps we should have turned back weeks ago.
The men... of course they would follow Lucky Jack anywhere,
rightfully confident of victory.
But therein lies the problem. You're not accustomed to defeat.
And chasing this larger, faster ship with its long guns is beginning to smack of pride.
It's not a question of pride. It is a question of duty.
Duty. Yes, I致e heard it well spoken of.
Be as satiric as you like. Viewing the world through a microscope is your prerogative.
This is a ship of war. I will grind whatever grist the mill requires to fulfil my duty.
Whatever the cost?
Whatever the cost.
To follow orders with no regard for cost.
Can you really claim there's nothing personal in this call to duty?
Orders are subject to the requirement of the service.
My orders were to follow him as far as Brazil. I exceeded my orders a long time ago.
Got it.
The wind's backing, sir.
Sir, we just can't hold this westerly course any longer.
If we can't sail through the damn wind, Tom, we'll bloody well sail around it. Due south.
How far south, sir?
As far as is necessary, Mr Pullings.
- Aye, sir. - Lively!
- Due south, please, Mr Bonden. - Due south, sir.
Heave! Steady!
Ahh...
Hurray!
Clearly something nautical and fascinating just happened. I am at a loss.
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 Killick to prepare something special.
- Killick! Killick there... - I知 already here, ain't I?
Gentlemen, I give you...
our destination.
- It's the Gal疳agos Islands! - The Gal疳agos Islands!
Our whaling fleet is there.
And their cargo would put a pretty penny into old Bones-aparte's invasion purse.
That's where the Acheron will be. Sure as there's carts to horses.
So, Mr Pullings, if you'll permit me...
a slice of Albemarle.
And for you, Doctor, Redondo Rock.
Perfect.
And the Acheron... for me.
Safe and sound at home again Let the waters roar, Jack
Long we tossed on the rolling main Now we're safe ashore, Jack
Don't forget your old shipmates Folly-rolly-rolly-rolly-rye-o!
We have worked the selfsame gun Quarterdeck division
Sponger I, and loader you Through the whole commission
Long we tossed on the rolling main Now we're safe ashore, Jack
Don't forget your old shipmates Folly-rolly-rolly-rolly-rye-o!
Las Encantadas.
The Enchanted Isles. They're said to be full of strange and wonderful beasts.
When we get there, we'll have to stop for food and water.
I promise you, during that time - several days at least -
you can wander at will, collecting bugs and beetles to your heart's content.
You'll be the first naturalist to set foot on the islands, I値l wager.
Well, I would like that of all things.
- Is it an insect? - Yes.
Doesn't look like one. I mean, it looks like a stick.
Yes, that's the whole point.
It's disguised itself in order to survive.
See, there's a spider that's disguised itself as an ant.
And here's an insect that's taken on the shape of a thorn to save itself from the birds.
Did God make them change?
Does God make them change? Yes, certainly.
But do they also change themselves?
Now that is a question, isn't it?
Sir! Sir, we've raised the Gal疳agos!
I知 coming!
- Look. Beyond the rock. - Oh, yes, I see.
What is it? Curious, eh? Some type of gull?
- There's an ugly devil. - Disgusting! It's got warts all over it.
Ugly devils, aren't they?
I can't see any women. Just ducks and lizards.
What, no women? It ain't natural.
How extraordinary.
What is, sir?
Those birds. They're a species of cormorant, but they are flightless.
Do you see their underdeveloped wings?
By all that's holy, I think that's unknown to science.
The dragons don't seem to bother them.
No. They're a type of iguana, I should think. Therefore, they're vegetarian.
- Will you catch one? - A pair of them, I should 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.
Well, I値l be damned.
Two new species in as many minutes. That's remarkable.
All hands about ship! Off tacks and sheets! Prepare the mainsail to haul!
- Aubrey. - Hogg. Master of the Albatross.
God bless you, Captain. God bless you all.
- Mr Calamy, food and water for these men. - Aye, sir.
- Mr Howard, stand your men down. - Royal Marines, trail arms!
We was coming back for fresh lines no more than a week ago.
Hid in that inlet yonder. Burnt our bloody ship to the waterline. Fucking pirates!
Crew prisoner, captain dead.
She were a big black three-master. Break your heart, it would.
｣12,000 sterling of the finest grade oil they took. We been out more than two years, see.
And her course?
Maybe a point south of west, following the rest of the fleet.
Mr Pullings, enter these men's names into the ship's books.
Mr Allen, set a course. West by south.
All hands, make sail!
Sir, should we not take on fresh provisions?
Mr Mowett, there's not a moment to lose.
- Jack, have you forgotten your promise? - Subject to the requirements of the service.
I cannot delay for the sake of an iguana or a giant peccary.
Fascinating, no doubt, but of no immediate application.
There is, I think, an opportunity here to serve both our purposes.
As I understand it, this is a long, thin island.
You need to sail around it. I could walk across it.
I have known you to spend hours staring into a deserted bird's nest.
I could walk briskly, pausing only for important measurements.
Making discoveries that could advance our knowledge of natural history.
If wind and tide had been against us, I should have said yes.
They're not. I知 obliged to say no.
Oh, I see. So after all this time in your service,
I must simply content myself to form part of this belligerent expedition,
hurry past wonders, bent on destruction. I say nothing of the corruption of power...
- You forget yourself, Doctor. - No, Jack, no.
You've forgotten yourself. For my part, I look upon a promise as binding.
The promise was conditional. I command a king's ship, not a private yacht!
We do not have time for your damned hobbies, sir!
All right. All right.
Get those fish below. Sluice down this deck.
Davies, don't leave them there. Get them below.
Mr Blakeney.
Sir, I found a curious beetle walking along the deck.
I think it's a Gal疳agos beetle.
I知 sure of it.
Were you to walk all day on the island, you might never come across it.
Yes, that is more than likely sure.
You can have it, sir.
Mr Blakeney.
- 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 guillotine in Piccadilly? - No!
- Do you want to call Napoleon your king? - No!
- Want your children to sing The Marseillaise? - No!
Mr Mowett, Mr Pullings, starboard battery!
Jump to it, lads. Cadence and rhythm.
- Mark your targets! - Come on, lads, faster now!
Come on, swab it!
Heave!
- Report, Mr Mowett. - Third and fourth divisions ready.
Right. Starboard battery, fire!
One minute and ten seconds!
Huzzah!
Well done, lads. Extra grog for all of you.
Huzzah!
Gangway for the captain, lads.
Marked improvement, Mr Calamy. Well done.
Thank you, sir.
Killick! Killick there! What do you have for us tonight?
- Which it's soused hog's face. - Eh?
- Which it is soused hog's face! - My favourite. My favourite.
And when they run, the Surprise will blow her to kingdom come!
One more week of this and they'd give it up for a cup of water.
I can't make it rain.
I can harness the wind, but I ain't its goddamn creator.
I have never known such a run of bad luck.
"And they said unto him 'For what caused the evil?"'
Where'd that come from?
It's from the Bible, that. That is from the Bible. The story of the Jonah.
They found out on their ship that one of their men - this Jonah cove -
he'd offended God and was the cause of all their bad luck.
Evil comes... from him who evil thinks and evil is.
- No, no. Joe knows a thing or two about evil.
From personal experience. Right, Joe?
It's like Killick says. Morning of the battle, he doesn't have the guts to beat to quarters.
Then his entire gun crew's killed. Soon as he went up the mizzen, Will falls.
And whose watch was it when we lost our wind?
You there! Stand fast!
Master-at-arms, take that man below and clap him in irons.
Mr Pullings, defaulters at eight bells.
Aye, sir.
Bring Hollom down to my cabin.
A man pushed past you, yet you said nothing. Why?
I intended to, sir, but the right words didn't...
The right words? He was deliberately insubordinate.
I致e tried to get to know the men, sir, and be friendly,
but they've taken a set against me.
Always whispering when I go past and giving me looks.
I値l set that to rights. I値l be much tougher on them.
You don't make friends with the foremast jacks, lad.
They'll despise you in the end, think you weak.
- Nor do you need to be a tyrant. - No, sir.
I知 very sorry, sir.
- You're, what? 26, 27? - I知 30 next Friday, sir.
30?
You've failed to pass for lieutenant twice.
I know you have, but you're not a bad sailor. You can't spend your life a midshipman.
No, sir. I will try much harder, sir.
Look, Hollom, it's leadership they want.
Strength.
Now, you find that within yourself, and you will earn their respect.
Without respect, true discipline goes by the board.
Yes, sir. Um...
Strength, respect... and discipline, sir.
Well... it's an unfortunate business, Hollom.
Damned unfortunate.
- That'll be all. - Yes, sir.
- I am not a flogging captain. - Hollom is a scapegoat
for all the bad luck, real or imagined, on this voyage.
Mr Lamb? If you please.
They're exhausted. These men are exhausted.
You've pushed them too hard.
Stephen, I invite you to this cabin as my friend.
Not to criticise nor to comment on my command.
Well, shall I leave you until you're in a more harmonious frame of mind?
- What would you have me do? - Tip the ship's grog over the side.
- Stop their grog? - Nagle was drunk when he insulted Hollom.
Stop 200 years of privilege and tradition.
I壇 rather have them three sheets to the wind than face a mutiny.
I知 rather understanding of mutinies.
Men pressed from their homes, confined for months aboard a wooden prison...
I respect your right to disagree with me, but I can only afford one rebel on this ship.
I hate it when you talk of the service in this way. It makes me so very low.
You think I want to flog Nagle?
A man who hacked the ropes that sent his mate to his death?
Under my orders?
Do you not see? The only things that keep this wooden world together are hard work...
Jack, the man failed to salute.
There's hierarchies even in nature.
- There is no disdain in nature. There is no... - Men must be governed!
Often not wisely, but governed nonetheless.
That's the excuse of every tyrant in history, from Nero to Bonaparte.
I, for one, am opposed to authority. It is an egg of misery and oppression.
You've come to the wrong shop for anarchy, brother.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.
Eleven.
Twelve.
Cut him down.
Shh. Not so loud.
Oh, put that dirk down, Boyle.
- You OK, Mr Hollom?
- He's not ill, just dodging work as usual. - Shut up!
- You shut up. - Just leave him be.
- Have some water. - Oh, thank you.
Sir. Sir, it's Mr Hollom.
There's nothing physically wrong with him. He thinks he's been cursed.
Sailors can abide a great deal, but not a Jonah.
My God. You believe it too.
Not everything is in your books, Stephen.
It's him, innit?
The Jonah.
He's causing it.
He's callin' it up, don't you see?
Every time he's on watch, that ship appears.
You wait and see.
Any time tonight, that ghost ship's gonna turn up.
And it's gonna take us all with it, straight down to the hot place.
Mr Hollom.
You gave me such a start.
Are you feeling better now?
Yes. Much better, thank you.
The captain thinks we'll get our wind tomorrow.
I知 sure of it.
You've always been very kind to me.
Goodbye, Blakeney.
The simple truth is, not all of us become the men we once hoped we might be.
But we are all God's creatures.
If there are those among us who thought ill of Mr Hollom,
or spoke ill of him,
or failed him in respect of fellowship...
then we ask for your forgiveness, Lord.
And we ask for his.
God be praised. Mr Mowett?
Avast there!
- Doctor, have you seen the bird? - What sort of bird?
Some sort of albatross. Either that, or he's a prodigious great mew. There it goes.
There he is. My bird, my bird. Damn!
- It's circling, lads!
Doctor?
My God! Doctor! Doctor!
I知 so sorry, man. The bird dropped low. I didn't see you.
- Calamy, get Higgins. - I知 fine, Jack.
The bullet took in a piece of shirt with it.
Unless it's removed, it's gonna suppurate and fester.
Are you equal to the task?
Well, I値l need to read up on the doctor's books, like. Study some pictures he has.
Study some pictures?
It's just to get my bearings, that's all.
Well, it'd be a lot easier if I were on dry land. You know, you wouldn't have the...
I値l manage. You'll see.
Sail on the horizon, sir. Running west.
We're not sure, but we think it's her, sir.
Better get...
Goodbye, sir.
No mistakin' it. She's the Frenchie.
Shall we beat to quarters, sir?
Tell me this wasn't on my account.
No, not at all. I just needed to stretch my legs.
Gently there.
Briskly now. Secure this line.
Royal Marines posted every 20 yards, sir.
- All set, Higgins? - Yes, sir.
No.
I do this with my own hand.
If everything is under control, I値l just be outside.
A spare pair of steady hands wouldn't go amiss.
That is, if, of course, you have the constitution for this kind of thing.
My dear doctor, I have been amongst and around wounds all my life.
Well, good, then.
Put your hand on my belly,
pressing firmly when I give the word.
Higgins, the catling, if you please.
Padeen, please.
The sounder, Mr Higgins.
Swab.
All right.
Mr Higgins, you'll have to raise the rib.
Take a good grip... with the square retractor.
Right in.
And lift up.
Lift up.
Swab, Jack. I can't see.
Are you all right?
I got it.
A tad more pressure.
- Is that all of it? - Aye, sir.
She'll patch up nicely.
Thank God I got it.