Report, Mr. Mowett!
Third and fourth divisions ready, sir!
Right! Starboard battery!
Fire!
One minute and 10 seconds!
Huzzah!
Well done, lads. Extra ration of grog for all.
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.
When they run,
the "Surprise" will blow her to kingdom come!
One more week of this, and they'll gladly give it all up
for the price of a cup of clean 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.
- What? - That's 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 that evil is.
No, no, Joe here 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 except for him.
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.
- Aye, sir. - Mr. Pullings.
Defaulters at eight bells.
Aye, sir.
Bring Hollom down to my cabin.
A man pushed past you without making his obedience,
yet you said nothing. Why?
I intended to, sir, but the right words just didn't...
The right words?
He was deliberately insubordinate.
I've tried to get to know the men, sir.
And be friendly.
They've taken a set against me.
Always whispering when I go past and giving me looks.
I'll set that to rights.
I'll be much tougher on them from now on.
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'm very sorry, sir.
You're what, 26, 27?
I'm 30 next Friday, sir.
30?
You failed to pass for lieutenant twice.
I know you have.
You're not a bad sailor. You have the knowledge.
You can't spend the rest of 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.
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 has become a scapegoat
for all the bad luck, real or imagined, on this voyage.
- Nagle is no more or less guilty - Mr. Lamb?
- Than any other crew member. - Lf you please.
They're exhausted, Jack. 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, Stephen?
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'd rather have them three sheets to the wind on occasion
than have a mutiny on my hands.
I'm rather understanding of mutinies.
Men pressed from their homes, their chosen occupations,
confined for months aboard a wooden prison...
I respect your right to disagree with me in this cabin,
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.
Do you think I want to flog Nagle?
A man who stood beside me on the gunwale and hacked the ropes
that sent his mate to his death under orders.
Under my orders.
Do you not see it?
The only things that keep this little wooden world together
are hard work, discipline.
The man failed to salute.
For God's sake, there's hierarchies even in nature.
There is no disdain in nature.
- There is no humiliation. - Men must be governed.
Often not wisely, I will grant you,
but they must be governed nonetheless.
That's the excuse of every tyrant in history
from Nero to Bonaparte.
And I am opposed to authority.
Your opposition is not my concern.
Misery and oppression.
You've come to the wrong shop for anarchy, brother.
4!
5!
6!
7!
8!
9!
10!
11!
12!
Cut him down.
Not so loud.
- Cheat! - Oh, put that dirk down, Boyle.
You okay, Mr. Hollom?
He's not ill. He's just dodging work as usual.
- Shut up! - You shut up!
Just leave him be.
Here. Have some water.
Thank you, 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, isn't it?
Jonah.
He's causing it.
He's calling it up, don't you see?
Every time he's on watch, that ship appears.
You wait and see.
And he's on tonight.
That ghost ship's gonna turn up.
It's gonna take us all with it, straight down to the hot place.
You gave me such a start.
You feeling better now?
Yes.
Much better, thank you.
The Captain thinks we'll get our wind tomorrow.
I'm 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 to fellowship,
then we ask for your forgiveness, Lord.
And we ask for his.
God be praised. Mr. Mowett.
Avast, there!
All snug this side, Barret!
Doctor, have you seen the bird that's following us?
- What sort of bird? - Some sort of albatross.
Either that or he's a prodigious great mew.
There it goes.
The Frenchie may push on to the Marquesas.
There he is. My bird.
My bird. Damn! Damn it!
It's circling, lads!
Doctor?
My God! Doctor! Doctor!
I'm so sorry, man. The bird dropped low.
I didn't see you.
I'm just fine, Jack.
- Calamy? - Aye, sir.
- Get Higgins. - I'm fine.
The bullet took in a piece of shirt with it.
And unless it's removed, it's gonna suppurate and fester.
Are you equal to the task?
Well, I'll 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'll manage. You'll see.
Looks like a frigate, sir!
Oh!
Sail on the horizon, sir.
Running west.
We're not sure, but we think it's her, sir.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, sir.
The hue of her sails looks French.
- That's her, alright. - Note her topsails.
No mistaking it.
She's a Frenchie.
Shall we beat to quarters, sir?
- Sir. - Sir.
Tell me this wasn't on my account.
No, not at all.
I just needed to stretch my legs.
Gently there.
Lead it briskly. Briskly now. Secure this line.
I have a 100-yard perimeter secure, sir.
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'll 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.
Oh, good, then.
Put your hand on my belly
pressing firmly when I give the word.
The catling, if you please.
Padeen, please.
The sounder, Mr. Higgins.
Swab.
Alright.
You'll have to raise the rib.
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 alright?
I got it.
Apply more pressure.
Is that all of it?
Aye, sir.
She'll patch up nicely.
Thank God I got it.
It doesn't count!
Oh, that's good.
Sir! Sir!
Padeen and I have been doing some collecting for you.
Have you really?
The beetles each come with a specimen
of the plant they were found on.
Padeen, that one's got away.
I've made a few notes if you want to see them.
Mr. Blakeney, it would appear
that you have the makings of a naturalist.
Well, sir, perhaps I could combine them
to be a sort of fighting naturalist, like you, sir.
They don't combine too well, I find.
Right.
Should you really be getting up, sir?
Mr. Blakeney, are you also a doctor?
No, sir.
No, you're not. Padeen, if you please.
How long does the Captain intend that we stay?
Do you know?
Oh, a week perhaps.
A week?
There's no great hurry.
Mustn't we make haste...
I'm not even sure it was the "Acheron" we sighted.
And if it was, she'll be well away by now.
Like looking for an honest man in Parliament.
No, we shall head home
before peace breaks out with France, God forbid.
I fear you may have burdened me with a debt I can never repay.
Tosh.
Name a shrub after me.
Something prickly and hard to eradicate.
A shrub?
Nonsense. I'll name a great tortoise after you.
Testudo aubreii.
Come on, pack up your things. We should be going.
Back to camp, sir?
No. To the other side of the island.
But that must be at least 10 miles.
Then there's not a moment to lose.
That's where I saw my flightless cormorant, Mr. Blakeney.
Come on!
7 inches in length.
4 inches wide.
15 inches long in the neck.
Width at the widest point,
6 inches.
Padeen, put the net down and use your hands.
- They won't bite. - Here's a good one.
Pick them up carefully.
Sir, I think we should be getting back.
Naval discipline doesn't operate out here, Mr. Blakeney.
I must find that cormorant.
And should it indeed prove flightless,
you can join me at the Royal Society dinner as co-discoverer.
Mr. Blakeney!
Sir, we must hurry.
Padeen, you must carry him.
Leave them. Just put everything down.
Open the cages.
All hands, unmoor ship!
I'll have her on a starboard tack, please.
Let's have hands to stow these tortoises.
Barret Bonden, put your helm hard to starboard.
Well, he has a head start of 2 hours on us,
and he's bearing south.
That can only mean King Charles Island.
He's looking for water, I'd say.
If we caught up with her, I mean, to take her,
we'd have to be bloody invisible.
Brace the yards to starboard!
Back the jibs at full staysail!
He's got two hours on us, lads!
Look lively!
So, Stephen, did you get to see your bird?
No. Well, yes. But I couldn't catch one.
My greatest discovery was your phantom.
Indeed it was.
I'm sorry you had to leave your collection behind, Stephen.
In actual fact,
Mr. Blakeney and I did make one very interesting find.
Is that right?
Let me guess. A stick?
Tell him about it, Mr. Blakeney.
It's a rare phasmid, sir.
A phasmid?
It's an insect that disguises itself as a stick
in order to confuse its predators.
Move it around there.
We'll go through there.
Okay, lads.
That's it!
A nautical phasmid, Doctor.
At least to a hungry eye.
If one has an appetite for whalers.
I intend to take a greater interest in nature from now on.
- Really? - Yes.
I had no idea that a study of nature
could advance the art of naval warfare.
Oh, I see.
Now to pull this predator in close and spring our trap.
Yes?
You're the predator.
There. Hull-down. Broad off the larboard bow.
Hold it tight!
That's our frigate, alright.
Damn, you've got good eyes, Barret.
- Mr. Allen! - Aye!
- More smoke! - Aye, sir!
That'll bring them about.
That's it, lads.
Clean them up so they fly straight and true.
Let's have fresh flints in all the locks.
Cover that nine-pounder.
Whatever you can find!
Lay on it if you have to!
Here.
Larboard battery, unship your rear wheels!
Ready!
Drop the gun.
Avast there!
Come on, Killick. You, too. Get dressed.
Oh, God.
Tom?
Our preparations are completed, sir.
Good.
Right, from now on,
no "sirs," no salutes, no whistles, no bells.
- Aye, sir. - Aye.
Yes, we're all finding that quite difficult.
There'll be 30 or more whalers locked in the "Acheron's" hold.
After we board,
Mr. Calamy should take a small party belowdecks and free them.
You think him ready, sir?
Were you ready, Tom?
He may well turn the tide.
Indeed, sir.
She's taken the bait. Let's come about.
Make a show of fleeing. Panicky and disorganised.
Like a whaler might.
Present company excepted, Mr. Hogg.
Hands to your stations!
Hurry up, or they'll see you.
Eckhart, leave that.
Just come up here and get some whaler's slops on.
On your braces. Let go and haul.
Halfway around on the starboard tack there.
Stand by for mainsail haul.
Alright, settle down, men.
Congratulations, Peter.
Acting third lieutenant.
Thank you.
I hear we're to free the whalers.
You're to be stationed on the quarterdeck.
I'm sorry, Will.
Come off onto a broad reach.
Make a bad show of keeping course.
Let her run up and luff every now and then.
Excuse me, sir.
Remove your hat. We're whalers here.
- May I speak with you, sir? - Yes.
Mr. Calamy says I'm not on the boarding party.
I know what you want to say. My answer is no.
Lead your gun crew, and when we board,
you'll take command of the ship from here.
Do I make myself clear?
Take command of the ship.
Thank you, sir.
Back to your station.
Yes, sir.
On your right upper arm, to tell friend from foe!
Davies, this arm. Starboard arm.
Your right arm.
- Is that the arm you don't got? - That's enough cheek, Davies.
Take your neckcloths
and put them around your right upper arm.
Make way for the Captain.
Congratulations, Lieutenant.
- Sir. - Alright, lads.
Now, I know there's not a faint heart among you.
I know you're as anxious as I am to get into close action.
We must bring them up beside us before we spring this trap.
That will test our nerve.
And discipline will count just as much as courage.
The "Acheron" is a tough nut to crack.
More than twice our guns. More than twice our numbers.
And they will sell their lives dearly.
Topmen.
Your handling of the sheets to be lubberly and un-Navylike
until the signal for you to spill the wind from our sails.
This will bring us almost to a complete stop.
Gun crews, you must run out and tie down in double-quick time.
With the rear wheels removed, you've gained elevation.
But without recoil, there'll be no chance to reload.
So, Gun captains,
that gives you one shot from the battery.
One shot only.
You'll fire for her mainmast.
Much will depend on your accuracy.
However, even crippled, she will still be dangerous.
Like a wounded beast.
Captain Howard and the Marines will sweep their weather deck
with swivel-gun and musket fire from the tops.
They'll try and even the odds for us before we board.
They mean to take us as a prize.
And we are worth more to them undamaged.
Their greed will be their downfall.
England is under threat of invasion.
And on the far side of the world, this ship is our home.
This ship is England.
So it's every hand to his rope or gun.
Quick's the word and sharp's the action.
After all, surprise is on our side.
Huzzah!
Toss them high so they can see them, lads.
Hello, Doctor.
Care for a cigar?
Thank you, no.
If you please, Doctor.
I took the liberty, Doctor. Thank you, Killick.
There's three lumps in there.
How kind.
Good luck, Will.
Good luck, Peter.
See you afterwards.
And you.
Steady now, lads.
Keep calm.
English whaler "Syren."
This is "Acheron" of France.
- Barret. - Sir?
You have no possibility.
No chance.
But you have had warning.
Stop now, or we will destroy your ship.
English whaler, this is your last warning.
Stop now, or we will destroy you!
Let fly!
Haul your yards there!
Run out, boys!
Fire!
For the mainmast, lads!
Let me through.
Fire!
Hard a'larboard!
Right the headsails! Set the topsails!
Heave!
- Huzzah! - Man the starboard battery!
Fire as she bears!
Get to it!
It's the fallen mast. We can't lay alongside.
Take your party. Cross as best you can.
I'll draw their fire forward.
My division to join Mr. Pullings!
Clew up topsails! Clew up!
Huzzah for Lucky Jack!
Huzzah!
Grappling hooks away.
Run out the boarding planks.
My division, follow me!
For England, for home, and for the prize!
Here we go, lads!
Pipe down! Silence!
Looks like the job is done, sir.
"Acheron"!
Fire!
Mr. Blakeney, the nine-pounder!
That's it!
Fire!
Keep moving, men! Keep moving!
Grenades, ready!
They're aiming for our hull!
They're going to sink us!
Depress the muzzle! Padeen, train it aft!
- Will! - Together, now!
Stand clear!
Fire!
Arm yourselves!
We must board them!
Follow me!
Stop, there!
Now!
Whalers, follow me!
Mr. Hogg! Down below! Quickly, now!
Albatrosses!
Albatrosses, do you hear me?
To the guns! To the guns!
Boyle, douse that gun's priming!
Lively, lads! Come on! Move!
Now do your worst!
- Mr. Howard? - Sir.
- Have they struck their colours? - I believe so, sir.
Has their captain been sighted?
Not yet, sir.
- Carry on. - Aye, sir.
Docteur De Vigny, "monsieur."
I did what I could for him.
Before the "capitaine" died, he said I was to give you this.
No.
I'll do it.
Can you help me?
Our Father,
Who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done,
on Earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
the power, and the glory,
forever and ever.
Amen.
Robert Gardner, Able seaman.
James Lloyd, Boatswain's mate.
Robert Kemp, Able seaman.
John Antonio, Quartermaster's mate.
Michael Doudle, Able seaman.
Joseph Nagle, Carpenter's mate.
John Allen, Sailing master.
Peter Miles Calamy.
Lieutenant.
"We therefore commit their bodies to the deep
to be turned into corruption.
Looking for the resurrection of the body
when the sea shall give up her dead.
And the life of the world to come.
Through our Lord Jesus Christ."
Amen.
It's our old friend.
Sailors, tighten up the truss tackles!
Steady, there! Mind your business!
There, thank you.
Pass down a barrel of paint, please!
Smithee's got the forge lit.
- Aye, bring it along. - Heave!
- Come on, I want good work now.
Sir, the whalers are all aboard.
That's the last detachment of Marines.
Good. Good.
I think I shall return to the Galapagos.
Take on some food and water.
Give the doctor a few days to find his bird.
Very good, sir.
You, however, shall take the "Acheron" south to ValparaÍso.
Parole the prisoners. Refit as necessary.
We shall rendezvous in Portsmouth.
I believe Mr. Hogg would be a good choice for sailing master.
However, that will be your decision, Captain Pullings.
Your orders.
Thank you, sir.
Godspeed, Tom.
And to you, sir.
- Mr. Mowett? - With pleasure, sir.
- Good luck. - Thank you.
See you in Portsmouth.
- Tom. - Thank you.
Huzzah for Captain Pullings! Hip, hip.
Huzzah!
- Hip, hip. - Huzzah!
- Thank you. - Hip, hip.
Huzzah!
- Good luck, sir! - Good luck, sir.
Good luck, Captain!
Give you joy, Captain!
Come up half a fathom on the main topgallant sheet!
Nicely done.
Oh, here we go again.
Killick, there!
Which it will be ready when it's ready!
I'll rest easier when I've heard they've reached shore.
So many wounded.
And only that poor, unfortunate Higgins to tend to them.
Still, he's better than no doctor at all.
I met their doctor. I spoke to him.
No, he died of fever months ago.
De Vigny?
- Pass the word for Mr. Mowett. - Aye, sir.
Mr. Mowett to the great cabin.
Their "doctor" gave me this sword.
Sir.
Mr. Mowett, change of course. Southeast by east.
We'll intercept the "Acheron" and escort them into ValparaÍso.
Aye, sir.
Southeast by east.
And, William?
Sir?
Beat to quarters.
Very good, sir.
"Subject to the requirements of the service."
Well, Stephen.
- The bird's flightless? - Yes.
It's not going anywhere.
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