Have you seen my hand, Captain?
What?
Captain?
Have you seen my hand?
My Piotr. My beautiful boy.
Piotr!
I am so sorry, my child.
He had such plans.
He had been offered a place on a sailing ship.
He was going to see the world.
But he never even left this miserable town.
Yes, Piotr would have made a very fine sailor.
If you love him, my child, you know what you must do.
Do it.
- I can't! - Do it!
Sign your name here, Piotr.
I'll try to get you back in one piece this time.
How many times?
No one blamed you for what happened.
And what do I need two hands for?
This is better for stirring soup.
So thanks!
Here you find me,
rattling around in this leaky coffin like a dried old pea.
I'm sorry.
That took a little longer than I expected.
It's a fine night.
A beautiful moon.
But your German...
Your German is excellent.
God forgive me.