Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Touch wood. Scratch a stay.
Help.
Let's have hands to stow these tortoises.
Tell him about it, Mr Blakeney.
Move. Move along.
The Acheron is a tough nut to crack. More than twice our guns and numbers.
- What would you have me do? - Tip the ship's grog over the side.
Never a tune you could dance to, not if you were drunk as Davy's sow.
My God. You believe it too.
Nine.
Clearly something nautical and fascinating just happened. I am at a loss.
Using wind for ships what a fascinating modern age we live in
A master tactician and a man of singular vision.
That's a frigate, all right.
As far as is necessary, Mr Pullings.
Sir, should we not take on fresh provisions?
How did it get there?
Hes talking to you Luken
Good. Right, from now on no "sirs", no salutes, no whistles, no bells.
No lounging, boy.
- Do you make noon, Mr Hollom? - Yes, sir.
After we board, Mr Calamy should take a party and free them.
You wait and see.
- Tom? - Our preparations are completed, sir.
- Has their captain been sighted? - Not yet, sir.
Padeen, put the net down and use your hands. They won't bite.
Stand clear.
All hands, make sail.
FNO 23/01 prepping for another sea week...
I have no idea what it is you're talking about, but he did seem to come off rather well.
Sitting up all night, catching your death of cold. That's the last of the coffee, too.
Now that is a question, isn't it?
Huzzah for Lucky Jack.
Can you really claim there's nothing personal in this call to duty?
On your right upper arm, to tell friend from foe.
If everything is under control, I'll just be outside.
It's an insect that disguises itself as a stick in order to confuse its predators.
- Reach for it, men. - We're home inside that fog.
Indeed it was. I'm sorry you had to leave the majority of your collection behind.
- Want your children to sing The Marseillaise? - No.
and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.
- Is she like a pirate? - No, they're not pirates, Lofty.
We're for the Horn, boys.
Sou'west by west, sir.
Oh, no. If they were, we could hang them when we catch 'em.
Close the lid. There's enough water in the grog.
Joe Plaice.
Extra Grog For All Of You.
Perhaps we should have turned back weeks ago.
Over here.
We stand tall on the quarterdeck. All of us.
They're a type of iguana, I should think. Therefore, they're vegetarian.
What's all this about?
Close reef topsails.
Thank you for that, Davies.
Yes, that's the whole point.
She'll patch up nicely.
I could walk briskly, pausing only for important measurements.
That's Customer-Centricity, Mr. Pullings By god, that's Customer-Centricity
Naval discipline doesn't operate out here, Mr Blakeney. I must find that cormorant.
bob
No. I'll do it.
As I understand it, this is a long, thin island.
- All set, Higgins? - Yes, sir.
Mr Hollom.
There. Hull-down, broad off the larboard bow.
They're exhausted. These men are exhausted.
- See you afterwards. - And you.
Quickly. She'll be on top of us.
Dec 22nd
Three cheers for Lucky Jack.
We'll intercept the Acheron and escort them into Valparaíso.
Idlers and waisters below.
Twelve.