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Well done.
- Care for a cigar? - Thank you, no.
Fire!
Long we tossed on the rolling main Now we're safe ashore, Jack
Right, lads.
What, no women? It ain't natural.
Six hours?
That is, if, of course, you have the constitution for this kind of thing.
- Is that all of it? - Aye, sir.
- Is that the arm you got or don't got? - Less of that cheek, Davies.
98.8 degrees, sir… and holding.
Padeen, that one's got away.
You hear that? He said something.
That's enough easting. Set a course sou'-sou'west.
She'll be loaded with gold and ambergris and all the gems of Araby.
- Thank you. - Sir.
Man overboard.
If wind and tide had been against us, I should have said yes.
Fire!
Reckon the captain will follow him round the Horn, every stitch of canvas flying?
Haul both your yard tackles.
Sir, he's going to make it. He can do it.
Where away?
- He's been at it again. - Who's that, then?
Nine dead, 27 wounded.
Thank you very much, sir.
She's ours, boys.
He who would pun would pick a pocket.
I'd rather have them three sheets to the wind than face a mutiny.
This is the 5th time he’s done this to me. There will not be a 6th
Briskly now. Secure this line.
We was coming back for fresh lines no more than a week ago.
- Killick. Killick there. - I'm already here, ain't I?
Speak plainly, Stephen.
And to you, sir.
If she was a frigate, then I am a Dutchman.
You've Come To The Wrong Shop For Anarchy, Brother
That's where the Acheron will be. Sure as there's carts to horses.
- Hold steady, boys. - Don't worry, lads, we'll serve 'em out yet.
All hands, get these provisions stowed.
Run out, boys.
Steady.
Mr Allen, come up on the wind. Lay me alongside at pistol-shot.
She could be halfway to Cape Horn by the time we're repaired.
Mr Blakeney, the nine-pounder.
Captain Hook, we will never join your crew.
Let me through.
I've tried to get to know the men, sir, and be friendly,
I'll need two men into the starboard forechannels. Roberts, Chadwick.
We must survive this day. Let's get about it. Mr Allen, gentlemen.
Larboard battery, unship your rear wheels.
She's making a run for the Horn, sir.
Well then, he would seem to be the exception to the rule that authority corrupts.
As a friend, I would say that I have never once doubted your abilities as a captain.
- Now, tell me that wasn't fun. - Yes, sir.
- Sir? - Mr Pullings.
Just for you Have one for me ☺️
am I speaking with my old friend or to the ship's captain?
Lower away on the main.
Leave the swords. Get the captain's silver below.
No. Well, yes, but I couldn't catch one.
about how someone offered him a boat cloak on a cold night.
- Straight at 'em, Mr Mowett. - Straight at 'em, sir.
She's opened up a seam. We need to get some oakum and pound it in.
Do you want to see a guillotine in picadilly?
DOGE DIRECTIVE
Lower away.
- My division to join Mr Pullings. - Clew up topsails.
He was getting married, and his wife's second cousin works in the yards,
Goodbye, sir.
He's over there, sir.
Subject to the requirements of the service.
That’s leadership Mr. Pullings My God that’s leadership
And whose watch was it when we lost our wind?
very good, sir