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You're not the only one to have left a woman behind.

Again. Will you repeat that, please? The men might be in charge.

I want to be advised of their progress every day, Mr. Christian.

Well, the Admiralty's already assigned a Mr. John Fryer as Master of the ship.

We've already been here thirteen weeks longer than we intended.

Warmth, light and water. I shall be giving up my cabin to them.

We cannot risk going ashore again. What are we going to do, sir?

Indeed, in the matter of his command of the Bounty's open launch,

It takes a discontented crew.

Stand by to close reef! All hands on deck! Move yourselves!

You endangered your ship and your crew for 31 days

Never been to school meself.

the Endeavour Straits and the Great Barrier Reef.

I want my opinion in the log, sir.

By any of my officers. Or by any of my crew.

Sir. I am Lieutenant William Bligh. I'm a British naval officer...

Poor bugger. Alright, bury him.

- Throw those clothes over! - Bloody savages!

At that time, yes.

Business, dammit. Any bloody business.

You protest, do you?

It depends how inquisitive we are, Mr. Young.

And then I will kill myself after. You get him dressed now.

Very well. You shall kiss the gunner's daughter.

Toss your oars.

Eyes front, Mr. Christian!

You'll never make it round the Horn. We must turn back.

How can he come after us? He'll be marooned on some island.

Three men jumped ship last night. Churchill was one of them.

Because it is the quicker route, Mr. Fryer.

Keep it quiet, Churchill.

Some of us haven't had nothing in days.

Because all I can promise you, lads, is relentless pain and hardship.

We're trying to establish, Mr. Bligh, how you came to lose your ship.

- It's all you fault. - Yes, you're in this! - There was never a coward on this ship!

I would not have accepted you as boson of a river barge.

Now it seems to me, all we have to do is simply sail along this line of latitude.

Lads. One of you will have to come out. There's no room.

By now, there are many natives about us.

Damn you, man. Don't you bloody cross me.

Stand by to fire the salute!

Thank you, your Majesty.

King George will send many ships with many guns to punish us for what you have done.

He frightened the men. I did not put that fear there, he did.

- Will we never leave this place? - Because we arrived so late. The plants...

I might just have a lucky face.

Good luck to them, that's what I say.

You are here now. Tamari.

Goodnight, young ladies.

But mind they appreciate the gravity of their offence.

I'll not have any of your foul, filthy gutter ways on board my ship!

The Fiji islands where cannibalism is perfected almost to a science.

The men are very quiet.

Yes, and I should have promotion to Captain.