There's an old saying,
"When ships were made of wood, men were made of steel."
Come on, boys!
Argh. Come on!
In 1789,
the crew of a British navy ship
rose up and overthrew their captain, William Bligh,
in the infamous mutiny on the Bounty.
Bligh and a few loyal men were bundled into a tiny boat
and abandoned in the middle of the Pacific.
They should have died.
Instead, they managed to sail 4,000 miles to safety...
Wave! Wave!
...through some of the most unforgiving
seas on earth.
Big waves. Big, big waves.
It remains one of the greatest survival feats
of all time.
Now...
...nine men are following the same route,
in an identical boat,
facing the same conditions,
to measure themselves against history.
Can the modern day man endure such hardships?
Woo!
Come on, lads, bail!
There's nothing normal about being here, nothing.
Yes!
No way!
Be careful, be careful, be careful.
If we make it through, I think it's...
a huge triumph.
My God! It's a shark!
We return victors.
If we make one mistake...
Look, look, look, look!
...it's utter, utter disaster.
So far, the crew have faced nature's fury.
Wave! Wave!
And a little human fury too.
Just get it done.
I'm just saying if you just keep looking after.
Shut up for two seconds, Chris.
Land ahoy, boys.
Yes!
Finally!
They've made it 1,200 miles to Vanuatu,
where they've been recovering
before embarking on the longest leg
of their epic 4,000-mile voyage.
That is horrendous.
Carpenter, Ben, developed an infection
in his hand and was evacuated.
But for most of the crew,
it feels as if the wrong man has gone.
Don't tell me what to do!
Chris' behaviour has turned the group against him.
He just doesn't care.
Chris, wake yourself up.
The thing that grinds me the most
is how chronically lazy he is.
Do we have him the boat or not?
I would say no.
Wow, this is just incredible.
The crew were rebuilding their strength
for the journey ahead.
With the help of local fisherman, Paul,
and his fellow islanders.
There is a lot of fish.
You look at that.
My God, look at that!
We have fish.
Fish.
These guys know what they're doing.
Wow!
Look at that puffer.
It's not edible though, is it?
Do you eat the puffer fish?
Yes, yes, we cut round the skin.
Take the skin off.
Slowly and be careful.
The only fish I ever really catch is mackerel,
so this is completely different.
Amazing.
What shall I do with this now, this fish?
These guys are being incredibly helpful.
Everything they've shown me about this island
has just completely opened my mind.
It's just perfect, this place.
My God.
Ladies, this is lovely. Thank you.
The Vanuatu people are just amazing.
No, it's been a good team.
We've been a good team, all of us together.
My goodness, what is this?
I've fallen in love with this place, I really have.
The people, the food, the landscape, the weather.
I've never been anywhere quite like it.
I don't want to leave.
Who thought they'd say, "I've been to Vanuatu."
It is untouched paradise.
For Bligh and his men,
the closest I guess would be their experience on Tahiti.
Before the original mutiny on the Bounty
Bligh's crew spent several months on Tahiti.
He wrote about this time in a journal
that has miraculously survived.
This is certainly
the paradise of the world.
Happiness is to be found in the highest perfection.
We have been treated with the greatest kindness,
fed with the best of meat and finest fruits in the world.
These kind of pock-marked seamen
walked up on this tranquil, sensuous island,
teaming with fruit and vegetables
and the most lovely, friendly people
and they didn't want to leave.
And...
I can completely relate to that.
Two hundred years later,
there's trouble in paradise, and another mutiny is brewing.
I'm a bit fucking worried, to be honest.
We came here as a structured sort of disciplined team,
and it's just all gone... wrong.
No one wants Chris on the boat.
People are fed up with his attitude
fed up with him, full stop.
He is a toxic influence on this group.
They can't deal with you like this.
Honestly, the way it's coming across
is it's like, fuck the lot of you,
this is all about Chris Jacks.
Chris' refusal to be a team player
has been a source of constant tension.
I'm not going to stay if he carries on like he is.
Mate, we're the fucking victims here,
that have had to carry him and put up with his shit.
The crew want him off the boat
but the decision rests with the captain, Ant Middleton.
Conrad, can I grab you two seconds?
Lads, can I just grab you round the fire please?
Right, guys,
I feel that the team has been split.
We've lost Ben.
I don't want this team to be split any more.
Chris will be staying with us, full stop.
Chris knows his attitude's got to change.
He knows he got to put the lads first
rather than himself first.
He knows he's got to stop being selfish.
I can't go from nine men to seven men.
I just can't do it.
We've got to stick together as a team.
I don't want to hear anything else of it, okay?
Any problems you've got, you come and see me directly
and we'll have it out there and then.
I've always been a bit of a loner,
even from a kid, you know.
I've always been used to just doing my own thing
and going off on my own
and being able to be confident in my own ability
and, you know, doing what I want really.
Chris.
Before I joined the Special Forces,
I was a bit of an outsider.
You know, I was a bit of a runaway
I was a bit of a toe rag.
You know, I had this attitude,
I know everything, I know how to do it.
So that's why... I warmed to Chris.
He's a bright lad,
but he doesn't like being told what to do.
But, look at me, I need you. I mean that.
I've got your back.
I'll get everyone together and we will bond.
- Fucking too right, I am. - Yeah.
Cheers, yeah. I couldn't let you down, could I, mate?
No. Don't let me down.
And, more importantly, don't let yourself down.
I know. I won't.
Right, let's get going.
As captain, it's my job to keep this team together.
If I let people go, it shows a failure on my behalf.
If I have to strap him to the boat,
I'll strap him to the boat.
The time has come to say goodbye
to their new friends on Vanuatu.
Here it comes. Whoa!
Yeah, man. Yeah!
It may be two weeks before they see land again.
Guys, let's gather in quickly.
Firstly, I'd just like to say how touched and blessed we are
to have experienced your culture.
We can't thank you enough
for everything that you've done for us.
This, we've had this with us since we've left,
so we've got the spirit of the crew in this parang.
When you use this, remember how much we love
and respect you, guys.
Paul, this is for you.
Thank you very much.
And also, Ricky...
as my Vanuatu brother, I give you my knife, okay?
And that is for you.
Thank you very much.
Forever my brother.
Thank you, guys.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
Bye, guys.
Boys, let's get going. Let's do this.
Can we just get the foresail up?
Let's get our heads back into the game now, okay?
That's left behind now.
We stay united, we stay strong
and we get through this together, okay?
Bye, guys. Aye.
Hey, do you want to a race?
Come on, let's have it.
Love you guys.
Bye.
Take it easy, man.
Alright, thanks so much.
Okay.
We feel a little bit more like sailors now, don't we?
Don't we?
Yeah. - I do.
Ant and his crew now face the longest sea passage
of their entire voyage.
In 1789, Bligh and his men spent two weeks
navigating the vast Coral Sea
before reaching Restoration Island off the Australian coast.
The crew set a course due West, hoping to do the same.
Restoration Island, here we come.
I feel pretty prepared.
We got sugar cane, we got bananas
we got water, more bananas.
Any more bananas? Water melon.
This pork looks sensational.
Look at that.
That smells insane.
Did they say they'd smoked it.
Is the pig smoked?
Yeah, Yeah.
We'll all eat together.
We've got good rations
but... we've just got to make sure we ration it correctly
'cause the last thing we want to do is eat, eat, eat
and all of a sudden leave ourselves with nothing.
Chuck us your bowls or whatever you're having them in.
I am Captain Bligh on this journey,
and the buck stops at me.
The allowance I issued today
was a quarter of a bread fruit and a coconut to each person.
I was happy to find everyone's spirits revived...
and they all seem determined to do their best.
I can't tell you how happy the sight of these makes me.
That is 124 chilies.
One each per day all the way to Restoration.
Sam, I've just noticed
how your beard's coming along, mate.
You look like Shaggy off Scooby-Doo.
My God, it's just getting better.
Fucking hell, mate, that's good stuff. That is nice.
How does it feel to be back on the road there, Jacks?
Amazing.
Happiest I've been, I think
since we've started this voyage, definitely.
After a tough childhood and a spell in prison
Chris took up sailing in his mid-twenties.
I've just sailed round Britain on my own in 29 days,
which was my first ever time that I'd sailed solo.
This is just absolutely scary.
Yee-ha!
You know, and I am quite single-minded
and if there's something I want to do, I'll do it.
I don't need people to hold my hand in life.
Check this sky out.
This is the most beautiful it's been on the boat, I think.
It's mad, isn't it?
I'm hoping during this, you know,
14-day leg or however long it is
that we share more of these moments together.
I feel I have this responsibility to coach him,
to help him, to take him under my wing.
I'm not going to give up on Chris.
That's what I will not do, I will not give up on Chris.
Looks like we got a little storm coming in, boys.
Brace yourselves.
After three days at sea...
the crew are hundreds of miles from land.
Really horrible.
And the weather's turned.
I have fearful memories
of what happened to us a few weeks ago.
One sort of error here could mean that you die.
Look at that.
Whoa! Big waves.
Strong gusts threaten to flip the boat.
Quick, quick, quick. Someone help him.
Don't let it in the sea!
Drag it out quickly.
Move, move, move!
Okay?
You make knots look so easy.
Come on, lads. Get that bloody sail in.
I like Conrad.
And always go up and double it.
When it comes to sailing, he's the man.
Sailing Master Conrad
is Ant's second-in-command.
I'm a driven individual.
I love challenges.
I'm married with two beautiful girls,
Isabelle and Caitlin.
That was a bigger boat.
In 2004, I became the fifth British guy
to finish the Vendée Globe.
It's a hundred-day race around the world
down through the Atlantic into the Southern ocean,
around Antarctica and then straight back up.
Ha-ha!
Daddy's got more hair then.
And less gray hair.
There is Cape Horn!
- Shush. - What?
The sea is a cruel place
and we're going to some environments
which are going to really, really test,
you know, even the hardiest of sailors.
There is nowhere to hide in. It's tough.
Some of the crew members are going to
really struggle with it.
How you feeling, Luke? It's nice, isn't it?
I hate the fucking rain.
But, it's good that we're making good progress now,
towards Restoration Island as well.
Can we set up with one reef in the mainsail
and pull the lugsail back up, in that order?
Conrad's not the only sailor on the boat
with experience.
Chris relishes the chance bad weather brings
to put his skills to good use.
That's it, keep rolling that one.
Let me know when you're ready, Chris.
Yeah.
Nice one there. - Right you are.
Good work, man. Good work.
I love the challenge
and the struggle of being out at sea.
I love it.
Chris seems to be happier
getting involved in a lot more.
So I normally go right over left.
So let's see how you do it on there.
I hope this continues throughout the whole journey really.
Before the original Mutiny on the Bounty in 1789,
the sailor Captain Bligh
took under his wing was the young master's mate,
Fletcher Christian.
Fletcher and Bligh were actually meant to have
a good relationship as well at first, a bit like me and Ant.
I was on the most friendly terms
with Christian.
I gave him an order to take charge of the watch,
his abilities being thoroughly equal to the task.
Yet it was Fletcher Christian
the young man Bligh mentored
who would go on to lead the mutiny on the Bounty.
Two centuries later,
Chris is on watch while his captain sleeps.
I've got to do three hours
of this shift tonight,
just to let our Captain, Ant, get some rest.
Handling heavy weather in the pitch black
is a demanding skill for anyone.
I can't see the waves
but what I'm doing throughout my body
is I'm feeling everything what's going on.
You know, I've just got to help out more
and not sort of think about
maybe what's in it for me, but just think about,
you know, being part of the team
and just helping us all get to the finish line, really.
Next morning, the winds are still up,
but now they're perfect for sailing.
Ease the sheet, ease the sheet, ease the sheet!
Okay, okay, I can reach it.
It blew very hard
and the foam of the sea
kept running over our stern and quarters.
Towards noon, it became fair weather,
but with very little abatement of the gale.
Averaging a speed of around six knots
and I'm just hoping that we can have this wind and weather
for the rest of the trip.
If we keep this up we're going to be flying.
We can do this in 12 days.
They're going so fast,
they even hope to beat Bligh's distance record
150 miles.
It says we've done 136.5.
I reckon Bligh was talking shit.
He just went, "Yeah, 150 miles in a day."
Yeah. No one's going to beat that.
Yeah.
I feel like I've finally got through to Chris
and, at the moment,
Chris is the best helmsman on the boat.
The team's working more efficiently
and better than it ever was before.
So I'm hoping the winds stay like this
and I'm hoping the team stays like this.
They've made it almost halfway
across the Coral Sea,
but the weather in the South Pacific,
is always changing.
And now we have Freddy Benjamin
giving us an update with the wind.
How's the wind, Freddy Benjamin?
Fuck all wind.
We're not moving at all.
I suppose the benefit is that we can all go for
a sort of a free swim, really.
Man overboard!
Hey.
Whoo!
Is it nice? - Yeah.
It's lovely.
Who does this in the middle of the South Pacific Ocean?
Nothing for miles and miles, hundreds of miles
just water and our good selves.
Hey-hey!
Come on, Conrad.
You're not going to win that one.
It's amazing, just that little tiny bit of space and...
you know, the freshness of the water...
...and suddenly everything feels alright again.
We're not designed, are we, to sit in one place?
No.
Be caged.
You know what, I think everyone should go in.
- Are you going in? - No.
It's not in my comfort zone at all.
I'm very aware that there's a lot of stuff in this sea,
that will hurt you and so you should respect it.
Captain Bligh's penis is exposed.
- One man. - That's one man.
Thank you very much.
After a hot day going nowhere,
tonight's dinner is on the turn.
Fucking meat turns so quickly
when it starts to go, doesn't it?
Just bin the rest, mate.
I hate throwing away food.
I'm just going through them all.
Anyone want to eat this rotten one?
This one's about to go as well.
This is a bit of a blow, to be honest.
Nail varnish.
I hoped we'd get eight or nine days into the voyage
before we had to strip it right back.
Bligh's men also struggled with rotting food,
when sea water soaked their rations.
For dinner,
I divided four coconuts
with the remainder of the rotten bread,
which is only eatable by such distressed people.
Everyone's really hot.
Everyone's really thirsty.
Everyone's really tired.
Everyone's down on energy.
And the rations now are really low.
Everything's going downhill.
The crew were still more than a week from land,
with rotting supplies and rapidly sinking morale.
The rations are rotting,
we've barely any wind. So, yeah, great fun.
Every time the boat gets slower the amount of days
that we're going to be traveling gets longer.
So every time it's traveling really well,
everyone's like, "Yeah, this is great
we're going to be there in eight days."
And then literally half an hour later,
everyone's morale just hits the floor
and everyone's like,
"It's going to be 11 days. Fuck, 11 days of this."
And then the boat picks up, and it's like,
"Yeah, we're going to be there in eight days.
Eleven days. Eight days. Eleven days."
It's not the steadiest of moods.
When do you think we're all going to start going mental
and eating each other?
As the wind rises and darkness falls,
a squall blows up.
It's so dark out there.
Thick black clouds covering the sky.
And the sea is just crashing around us.
Imagine falling into that. Phooo.
If you don't put a life jacket on now.
I've just been trying to find it. It's under Fred.
- Ant. - Yes.
This cannot happen again.
Yeah, Chris, that's a major issue. Come on.
You're a kiss arse, mate.
You're fucking walking around with no life jacket on.
You go over the side here, you are fucked, mate.
We're not going to find you. You've got no...
- I know that. - ...safety gear,
- you've got no light. - I know.
You've got nothing on you.
We'll never find you.
You're doing my head in.
Fucking sort it out!
Chris, Chris.
I have no problem with accepting that he's right,
but it was just the way he just started speaking to me.
You shouldn't have to be told twice,
especially in these winds.
I'm really being patient with him.
More patient than I've been with anyone in my whole entire life.
But it's draining me, absolutely draining me.
We are in the middle of fucking nowhere.
After over a week at sea,
Ant and his crew
are somewhere in the featureless South Pacific.
So, theoretically,
our position gives us a latitude of 15 degrees.
60 miles further south than we thought,
which I'm not entirely convinced
- is right. - Yeah, in between there.
I think we are somewhere here.
Yeah.
Without any landmarks or GPS,
like Bligh, the only way they can work out their position
is by the sun and the stars.
We're re-enacting the voyage of Bligh
when he had nothing but a sexton to navigate with.
We were sailing across a sea
where the navigation is but little known...
without a chart and nothing but my own recollection of places,
assisted by a book of latitudes and longitudes to guide us.
Bligh's feat of navigation
has become one of the most renowned in history.
It will be down to Sailing Master Conrad
to repeat his triumph.
Gonna be really, really testing for me personally
because our accuracy of navigation
has got to be very, very, very good.
And, as sailors these days,
we don't practice these types of skills anymore.
They must measure the angle of the sun
above the horizon at a precise time of day.
It's a complex calculation.
I'm waiting for the sun to reach the top of the sky
and that exact point the sun will be bearing due north.
It will give us a latitude line.
Conrad needs an experienced sailor
on each watch to take sexton readings.
Right, Chris, you need to start looking around about one o'clock
'til about quarter past.
You wanted to learn, so going to run through it with you.
- Chris. - Yeah, I'm just really
not in the mood at the moment.
Phooo.
You just want to do what you want to do
when you want to do it, and it can't work like that.
I just don't like learning
when I'm being patronized.
Nobody's patronizing you.
No one's patronizing you, mate.
Anytime I say or do anything
I get patronized.
Any work that we give you
you go like, "No, I'll do it now, I'll do it now. No, no."
And you always find an excuse. You're useless.
Like this moment now...
You're useless. - I can't be arsed.
Just doesn't want to learn,
doesn't want to listen.
I really thought that he was turning a corner.
I really thought that he, you know,
that he was making progress.
And then he comes out with stuff like this.
I'm feeling like I'm being treated
like a ten-year-old kid.
You know, I'm a sailor with a hell of a lot of experience
and I'm not in charge of literally anything,
apart from when I go for a piss, when I go for a shit
and what time of the day I decide to eat my biscuits.
Chris is a frustrating character.
On the one hand, very bright and a good sailor.
Umm... but there's definitely some issues there.
After nine days at sea,
the mood on the boat is not the only thing turning sour.
Urgh. We're just sort of festering.
The smell is a combination of armpits, genitals
and back passages
in a sort of sweet-sour cocktail.
This boat is now smelling a little bit like
what I imagine a dog kennel smells like.
A sailor's life is not for me.
I'd just love to be at home with Pete having a cup of tea.
- Tea? - Yes please.
I'm very, very lucky.
How was your day?
I'm married to a lovely man called Pete.
Thank you.
I'm very happy with my life.
So come in, Mrs Morris.
I'm a GP.
And I will have a basic medical supply on the ship,
but it's going to be very bare bones medicine.
I'm not going to have a lot of equipment
so there's not going to be that much that I can offer them.
Whoa!
People are going to get diarrhoea.
And, as soon as one person on that ship gets it,
everyone's going to have it.
It's cleaning my arse at the same time. It's great.
Nature's bidet.
Ship's doctor, Luke,
has plenty of problems to inspect.
Ooh.
That looks painful.
That is truly disgusting.
All the salt's building up on our skin
and that's basically making us get these salty sores,
mainly on our backsides.
- Shall we see your leg. - Yes.
He's watching us be malnourished and lack of sleep
and dehydrated, and he knows our sort of physical well-being
is in his hands.
On to my next patient now.
People are falling apart.
Lucky for five able seamen at the moment
This is what William Bligh and his men would have faced.
They would have gone down with all these diseases, injuries.
That's exactly what we've got.
Every person complained
of violent pain in their bones.
Our appearances were horrible.
I could no way look,
but I caught the eye of someone in distress.
Some of my people seemed half-dead.
If you look around, you've got to think to yourself
they were floating around here.
You know, we are seeing the same sea, the same sky
the same swell as all of them would have seen.
And the same pain and suffering as well.
That's sort of a bit scary, actually.
Does anyone want a coconut now?
Yes, yes.
No, my coconut!
- Shit house. - No way.
Seriously.
- Man overboard. - What a dickhead.
Mate, that's the most panicked
I've ever heard your voice.
Fucking hell, man.
No, no, no! My coconut, my coconut.
No. No, fuck that.
Will Sir be dining with us today?
Yes. Sir will be having the pheasant foie gras.
- Nice. - And, for dessert,
Sir will be having a lemon sorbet.
In terms of the cravings and obsession with food,
some people on this ship are going
I would almost say borderline,
sort of, seriously, mentally unwell.
I too love a lemon sorbet.
Yeah. It's just a good move, isn't it?
Tell you what would be good, grapefruit sorbet.
People are really at the end of their tethers.
Chris.
You're on, bro.
Meant to be on watch.
Chris.
It's so upsetting.
With empty stomachs and sore limbs,
crew patience is wearing thin.
One of my pet peeves
is how much he sleeps when he's supposed to be on watch.
Absolutely hate that. That really hacks me off.
I can't just keep sticking up for him.
I can't keep protecting him.
Chris, stick your jumper and your shirt away.
Can I not sit on it?
When you get your clothes soaking wet
or when they go overboard and you've got nothing...
Well, I've just been doing all that, that's why.
This is an order.
Put your jumper and your t-shirt away.
Use your jacket to sit on.
Put your t-shirt and your jumper away, now!
I am.
I take it you don't want it then?
No? Okay. I'll fucking chuck it away.
You'll thank me, mate.
Don't know how much more I can take of him.
Normally, if someone like Chris, you know,
gets under my skin that much I just walk away.
But I'm stuck on a fucking boat.
I'm stuck on a 23-foot boat.
Whoa!
Guys, I need you to fucking be on the ball now,
because this is serious.
A month after being cast adrift
Ant's crew faces a new challenge.
The winds and ocean currents
have taken them dangerously close
to two submerged atolls in the Coral Sea,
Shark and Osprey reef.
This part of the journey
is high alert stuff.
And we have to expect that...
that a wave could swamp the boat.
Um... worst still, you know, could capsize the boat
and we might end up on the reef.
Don't for one minute let your guard down.
The plan is to attempt to sail
between the two reefs.
But, to avoid the invisible hazards,
they have to plot a precise route.
So, in the main, we're coming along here.
- Yeah. - Osprey Reef is here.
I see Shark Reef and Osprey Reef.
Yeah. So let's carry on steering
sort of 270 on the compass.
Hitting an entrance to a reef,
we know that it's only a few miles across.
It's going to be hard, you know.
probably harder than anything we've experienced before.
Negotiating the gap in high seas and without GPS
is extremely difficult,
especially at night.
The boat's pretty uncontrollable in these conditions.
Been told to keep her on a course of 265 to 270.
But, as you can see, I'm on 270 now
and the sail's collapsed.
So I'd say normally in these conditions
you'd just jibe to be safe.
Jibbing involves swinging the sail
to the other side of the mast
to change course.
But it's a risky manoeuvre in the dark
and Ant wants to hold off for now.
On this bearing, on 265,
we're going to be going over the northern tip of Shark Reef.
And if we get closer to it
and we have to jibe, then we will.
Try and keep it on 265.
It's impossible, Ant, in these conditions.
Nothing's impossible, Chris.
It's just really difficult.
'Cause either way the sail collapses
and we're going to hit the reef.
Little does he know,
I've been up for two, three hours
before this monitoring with Conrad
how best to tackle these reefs
whilst he's been a fucking sleep.
Two hours later,
they're dangerously close to the reef.
Let's have everyone up then.
Guys, can we whack in a jibe, please.
I just want to make sure that we're clear of the reef.
Let's get this mainsail over asap.
Right, let's go, Chris.
I did say that.
I did say before didn't I?
Chris, just stop being so negative.
"I told you this, I told you that."
We're not fucking kids.
That's good seamanship.
Shut up. Don't forget your position.
Chris was just like, "I told you so."
That's just constantly questioning my authority,
constantly not following orders.
Ant is absolutely, mentally,
emotionally drained I think.
Chris is a nice chap with a lot to offer,
but he can't let anything go.
He clings to every single argument
and every disagreement.
Ant has been his biggest supporter
and he's just had it thrown back in his face.
As dawn breaks,
the boat is safely through the reefs.
But, instead of joining Ant on watch...
Chris is sleeping in.
I'm raging inside.
People were told at the beginning of the watch
to stay switched on and to stay alert
through the reef to make sure that we don't run aground and...
I shouldn't have to ask twice.
I've had enough of it now.
That's it. Final straw, that was.
Enough's enough.
It's hard to say or do anything on this boat anymore.
I can't sleep.
You can't get any sleep?
It's all utter fucking bullshit.
How can you say you get no rest?
For the little amount that you do
and the amount that you sleep?
I don't know how you can whinge. It shocks me.
The situation with Chris has continued to deteriorate.
I'm a bit worried about him.
Fucking hell.
I feel like my head is literally about to fucking blow up.
I just don't even want to be here so much.
I can't imagine doing this with that added pressure
of thinking everyone hates you.
And, you know, the captain clearly has big issues with him.
I can't really see any solution.
I can't do this anymore.
I reckon it's best I go. I don't want to be here at all.
I'm feeling lower and lower.
I'm used to being in control
and I've never been used to being treated like a kid.
No one wants to listen to me about sailing.
No one wants to acknowledge anything I say.
What do you want to happen?
I just want to get off today.
Now, right this second.
Chris.
Ant, something else will happen again.
I'll do something, say something wrong again
and it's just not right, mate.
The emergency support team are called in.
I'm absolutely devastated I can't get to the end of this.
I feel like I've let you down.
In the military it's black and white,
you don't get emotionally attached.
Here, I've had to get emotionally attached.
I'm taking responsibility
for things I've done wrong
having my gear in the wrong place and that.
Cheers, Ant. Right, old mate.
You know I love you to bits, mate.
You too, mate. Fucking hell.
I've got huge respect for you, mate.
I've actually connected with Chris.
He's so much like me.
No one else is on this boat.
Shit, I'm gutted that he's gone.
Failure, in my eyes.
Chris, see you later brother.
But he just wasn't right for this team.
And there you go, he's out of here.
Shame, real shame.
He wasn't in a position of control.
He was being controlled.
And he isn't somebody of that character
that can be controlled.
He's a wild child,
has been from a very young age.
I did think am I Fletcher Christian here?
Am I the mutineer?
Fletcher Christian and Bligh's relationship
broke down towards the end.
And, in a way, it's exactly what's happened here.
But I'll never take anything away from Ant.
Ant's a leader.
That man is unbelievable, what he does.
I just don't think he's ever been used to dealing with
anyone like me before.
It's not ideal that Chris has left.
I feel like, in a way, that I've let him down
but now we forget about what's happened
and we go on the up from here, okay?
With Ant's crew down to seven men,
they must now face their most daunting challenge,
the Great Barrier Reef,
what seafarers used to call the Labyrinth.
We all step up, we all stay united
and we all finish this, brothers in arms.
This is the team and this is going to fucking work.
- Is that understood? - Yes.
Cheers, guys.
Fucking get in.
Conrad, brother, thank you.
- Thanks. - Thanks, Luke. Sam.
Let's get this journey complete.
Next time on Mutiny.
You see the white breaks.
If we end up on those, it's game over.
A rough ride through the world's greatest reef.
We're heading towards a rock. Quick as we can, guys.
Relief on Restoration Island.
Steaks tonight, baby.
And more trouble ahead for Ant.
Rish, it's not fucking safe on land,
you're not safe on a boat.
I think we're fucked.