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Really. Weevils.
losing her
- I'll need more men, sir. - Yes. Go.
John Antonio, quartermaster's mate.
- Am I not correct? - Would you call me an aged man of war?
- Is it an insect? - Yes.
I want more. Have all the spare hands placed on the windward rail.
It's just to get my bearings, that's all.
Thank you, sir.
Down!
Strike the bell.
Run out the boarding planks.
I can harness the wind, but I ain't its goddamn creator.
Very good, Sir.
hurry past wonders, bent on destruction. I say nothing of the corruption of power...
Man the starboard battery.
That's airmanship, Mr Pullings My God, that's airmanship
In Boston, sir. During the peace. But she's Yankee-built, sir.
I want good work now.
Yes, it's all right.
Barret Bonden, put your helm hard to starboard.
Still hasn't said a word, sir.
And by way of anticipation of this event,
And though we be on the far side of the world, this ship is our home.
Gently there.
Mr Blakeney.
Well done Rich
15-inches-long neck.
And I've never met a live one that you bought one for, neither.
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That's where I saw my flightless cormorant.
Mr Mowett, Mr Pullings, starboard battery.
I'll be damned.
I'll manage. You'll see.
Royal Marines posted every 20 yards, sir.
Swab.
Well, Stephen, the bird's flightless?
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It's a rare Phasmid
You did the right thing, Mr Hollom. Go to your stations.
- Nor do you need to be a tyrant. - No, sir.
Cut him down.
Note for the log, Mr Watt. "Engaged enemy frigate at six bells."
Name a shrub after me. Something prickly and hard to eradicate.
Is them his brains?
Relieving-tackles on the tiller. You men, collect these wounded.
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Lads, that's not good enough. We need to fire two broadsides to her one.
Sir?
What a fascinating modern age we live in!
Told you it would work, Will. We'll have them by nightfall.
- That'll be all. - Yes, sir.
Sir.
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Mr Allen, make ready.
prepare the winds!!!!
- Have some water. - Thank you.
looking for the resurrection of the body when the sea shall give up her dead,
For God's sake, don't drop anything.
Should you really be getting up, sir?
More sand on the floor.
- Due south, please, Mr Bonden. - Due south, sir.
Aye, sir.
When she responds quickly
Sir, it's Mr Hollom.
She's taken the bait. Let's come about.
Mr Mowett, Mr Allen, calmly now. You know his orders.
Fend her off.
What do you mean?
Tosh. Name a shrub after me. Something prickly and hard to eradicate.
- Mr Howard, stand your men down. - Royal Marines, trail arms.
- Handsomely on the yards tackle. - Topmen aloft.
Gangway for the captain, lads.
That young man was a casualty of war.
Seize your weapons and wait for the word.
By all that's holy, I think that's unknown to science.
Gun crews, you must run out and tie down in double-quick time.
- Wouldn't want to lose you. - Aye, sir.
Ugly devils, aren't they?
Here we go again. Scrape-scrape, screech-screech.
Neither. There's no difference between them. They're the same species of curculio.
Sergeant. Take your section into the main top.
- My division, follow me. - For England, for home, and for the prize.
- It's a rare phasmid, sir. - A phasmid?
says they can hunt down anything with our flag.
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For we've received orders to sail for old England
Last gun fired, sir.
which it will be ready when it is ready
But we must bring him right up beside us before we spring this trap.
Sharpshooters to the tops, Mr Howard.
But therein lies the problem. You're not accustomed to defeat.
- Doctor, have you seen the bird? - What sort of bird?