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You can have it, sir.
Sir, we must hurry.
Now to pull this predator in close and spring our trap.
You should read the book.
Very good, sir.
Starboard bow ahoy.
The dragons don't seem to bother them.
on earth as it is in heaven.
Lifelines, fore and aft. Double-grape that launch.
English whaler, this is your last warning.
Congratulations, Lieutenant.
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A tad more pressure.
Light along there.
Lord Blakeney. Feeling better?
Stop 200 years of privilege and tradition.
To wives and to sweethearts.
She has a bluff bow, lovely lines. She's a fine sea boat, weatherly, stiff and fast.
There'll be 30 or more whalers locked in the Acheron's hold.
HE'S OURS, BOYS!
What is it? Curious, eh? Some type of gull?
God bless you, Captain. God bless you all.
You've always been very kind to me.
Not through the nose. You'll tell them?
You there. Stand fast.
I will, sir. Thank you.
Well done, lads. Extra grog for all of you.
Docteur de Vigny, monsieur.
Take the helm, Bonden.
- I hear we're to free the whalers. - You're to be stationed on the quarterdeck.
Thank God I got it.
Stand the men down, Mr Pullings. I'll take this watch.
The Jonah.
The Enchanted Isles. They're said to be full of strange and wonderful beasts.
And she had longer guns, so she could hit us beyond our range.
which it will be ready when it is ready
- All hands, unmoor ship. - Mr Allen, I'll have her on a starboard tack.
- Want to see a guillotine in Piccadilly? - No.
Do ypu want to see a guillotine in picadilly?
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They found out on their ship that one of their men - this Jonah cove -
Killick there. Douse your light.
- Can I have the coin, please? - Sir.
I tell ya, the devil's at the wheel of that there phantom ship.
Four.
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Which it will be Ready when it's ready
Thank you Killick
Lord Blakeney.
And never leave your happy homes to sail the raging sea
real or imagined, on this voyage.
Well then, perhaps he was looking for us.
- Calamy, get Higgins. - I'm fine, Jack.
You need to sail around it. I could walk across it.
The bullet took in a piece of shirt with it.
The right words? He was deliberately insubordinate.
Here's a good one.
Pull for the fog bank.
Arm yourselves. We must board them.
Yes.
You think I want to flog Nagle?
Well done indeed, Stephen.
Come on.
Right. Starboard battery, fire!
Our whaling fleet is there.
Down ye go, lads.
Michael Doudle, able seaman.
No, sir. I will try much harder, sir.
To the captain I'd say there's little I detest more than an informer.
Marked improvement, Mr Calamy. Well done.
Now we know. Thank God for Warley and his wife's second cousin.