Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

When the orb is no longer rising,
Roma going in for surgery
You're not a pennyweight of use gawpin' here.
Without respect, true discipline goes by the board.
Mr Hollar. Rouse up the off-watch.
Men must be governed! Often not wisely, I will grant you, but governed nonetheless.
Aye, sir. Mr Hollar. Let us complete our business here.
Thank God for Warley and his wife's second cousin.
Which it's soused hog's face.
Looks like the job is done, sir.
Bill.
And Mr Pullings was a snivelling midshipman,
Fire!
I'm so sorry, man. The bird dropped low. I didn't see you.
Width at the widest point, six inches.
Well done Rich Well I made the hole
No, you're not. Padeen, if you please.
Sir, the whalers are all aboard and that's the last detachment of marines.
It has to be more than 100 sea miles and he brings us up on his tail.
Turn three times. May the Lord and saints preserve us.
Yes. Much better, thank you.
so Will here saw the ship out of water.
Padeen, train it aft.
No. Joe knows a thing or two about evil.
Thank you, Killick.
- Mr Calamy, food and water for these men. - Aye, sir.
Here we are. Very important mail. Letters.
I'm doing everything I can. I know you were close to his father.
And the Acheron for me.
Man-of-war?
- Congratulations. Acting third lieutenant. - Thank you.
Let's get on with it, gentlemen.
Well done Rich Well I suppose I made the hole in the first place
What a fascinating modern age we live in
"Let's Have fresh flints In all the locks"
Avast there.
What was it? A sail?
Adieu to you Spanish ladies
I have asked Killick to prepare something special.
Do you see those two weevils, Doctor?
You find that within yourself, and you will earn their respect.
Va a estar listo cuando esté listo!
Down. All hands down.
Which would you choose?
England is under threat of invasion.
Fire!
Lively, lads.
They'll not find us in here.
Joe, a mallet and some irons.
Sir, the wreckage is acting as a sea anchor.
- Thank you, lads. - Thank you, sir.
Clearly something sporty and fascinating just happened. I am at a Loss
Rose at OCS
It's not going anywhere.
- Name? - My name is Maria.
Then you can present one of their offspring to the king.
You can find it in here, actually. Page 135, if I'm not mistaken.
Out of nowhere. And right behind us. Like that first time, out the fog.
Aye, sir. Sou'-sou'west.
Master tactician and a man of singular vision
just to make sure you're not asleep.
Study some pictures?
If you were forced to make a choice. If there was no other...
English whaler Syren, this is Acheron.
That’s memeship Mr Pullings. My God, that’s memeship.
To the guns.
Well I do live in Chicago
Good.
Thank you, mate.
Albatrosses. Albatrosses, do you hear me?
We can patch up the main and mizzen. Foresail's gone, so we'll bend our spare.
Unless it's removed, it's gonna suppurate and fester.
Davies, don't leave them there. Get them below.
You're going to miss the draft? "Subject to the requirements of the service..."
Why are we not firing?
Here we go again.
However, a week in the Brazilian rainforest looking for a new mast simply will not do.
- Beat to quarters. - Very good, sir.
Hard a-larboard.
There's hierarchies even in nature.
What is it with this man?
through our Lord Jesus Christ.
What is the weather gauge?
DoD’s travel restrictions be like....
Haul your yards there.
On the up-roll, fire!
It's all right. It's just the laudanum speaking.
- Oh, a week perhaps. - A week?
Help me.
The men, of course they would follow Lucky Jack anywhere,
Seven weeks sailing, and he happens in darkness on our exact position.
Physician, he is. Ain't one of your common surgeons.
However, even crippled she will still be dangerous, like a wounded beast.
Mr Lamb is confident with basic repairs. We can get home as we are.
Hit us with a full broadside, cut across our tail and took out our rudder.
- Carry on. - Aye, sir.
Shall We Beat to Quarters Sir?
Mr Hollom, sir. Help me.
- I think we've got him, sir. - And the wind favours us this time.
Sir, I think we should be getting back.
These ones do.
you felt your heart glow.
You're the predator.
I'm very sorry, sir.
- I don't know what it was. - Should we beat to quarters?