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You see, Will here, he seen her being built.

In actual fact, Mr Blakeney and I did make one very interesting find.

You OK, Mr Hollom?

I hate it when you talk of the service in this way. It makes me so very low.

Every time he's on watch, that ship appears.

If there are those among us who thought ill of Mr Hollom,

Mr Boyle, run up the colors.

As you said, she is taking the war to the South Seas. We are supposed to stop her.

The wind's backing, sir.

One more week of this and they'd give it up for a cup of water.

Mr. Pullings, defaulters at 8 bells.

- Excuse me, sir. - Remove your hat. We're whalers.

Never mind the maneuvers. Just go straight at’em.

Clear the forward pin rails.

He may have had the weather gauge, but we had the weather gods.

Move along, man. We'll have lost him before you rig it up.

Now, lads, huzzah for Captain Pullings.

Mr Hollar, I want lifelines fore and aft.

then we ask for your forgiveness, Lord.

£12,000 sterling of the finest grade oil they took. We been out more than two years.

Captain's not called Lucky Jack for no reason.

a slice of Albemarle.

- Thank you, sir. - Godspeed, Tom.

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May I beg you to tell me what kind of man he is?

That'll bring 'em about.

This is a ship of war. I will grind whatever grist the mill requires to fulfil my duty.

Which it will be ready when it's ready.

If you please, Doctor.

Just a broken arm, sir.

- Aye, sir. - Lively.

What's he saying?

and I know you're as anxious as I am to get into close action.

Mr Higgins, you'll have to raise the rib.

Two feet six inches, sir, and holding.

to be turned into corruption,

the power and the glory,

Here we go, lads.

Well then, there's not a moment to lose.

- We're crackin' on. - We'll be crackin' up if he don't watch it.

I, for one, am opposed to authority. It is an egg of misery and oppression.

"now you are talking like an Irishman" "...but i am an Irishman!"

I intended to, sir, but the right words didn't...

I have never known such a run of bad luck.

Jack, before answering, I'm compelled to ask,

It was an unfair match. There was no dishonour in it.

A full three weeks ahead.

Peter Miles Calamy,

You'll lead your gun crew, then when we board, you'll take command of the ship.

I reckon he'd follow him to the gates of hell.

- We're nearly there, boys. - Pull.

Sail trimmers to their stations. Get the sails off her, lads. She's over-pressed.

Are you all right?

For thine is the kingdom,

Make a bad show of keeping your course. Let her run up and luff every now and then.

janny, take that anon below and clap him in irons

- Do I make myself clear? - Take command of the ship? Thank you, sir.

Present company excepted, Mr Hogg.

We have made our turn northward. We are headed back toward the sun.

We hope in a short time to see you again

Give us this day our daily bread,

Seven inches in length.

- Did you see it, Mr Calamy? - No, sir.

Hurry up, or they'll see you.

Always whispering when I go past and giving me looks.

Triple-shotted at 200 yards - no effect.