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Quicker if we strike the one week in a hundred
Well, you didn't wait for me, I hope.
We shall be like little pigs in a stye. Shan't we?
through the Endeavour Straits around the Cape of Good Hope to Jamaica.
Lieutenant Bligh.
Fletcher Christian could hardly be called a novice, sir.
Thursday, June 11th.
Quiet! We will get him in the boat. Set him adrift. Get him dressed!
I give you my word they will not be harmed.
- Come on, Fryer. Wake up! Get up! - Come on, Fryer!
Be brief!
You're a mindless animal, Churchill.
At least ten times we have touched land.
You're in my place, Quintel.
- For that I apologize. - Very well.
I don't know. Somewhere the British ships won't find us.
King Tynah. Perhaps I could carry back in return.
And the next one, please.
The ship can't stand it!
But think to yourself, man.
More, perhaps, than you ultimately found to be acceptable, Mr. Bligh?
but when men lose their self-restraint they say they're natural.
Do you understand me?
- Aren't you going to say goodnight to Mr. Christian, Mr. Fryer? - Don't I get a kiss?
I hadn't expected this from the Horn. Do you think the weather will stay with us?
Stand by, you crew gunners!
I'll not have your vile ways brought aboard my ship, sir!
- Feels you'll never see it again. - Don't say that, sir. It's bad luck.
You can close your mouth. Or I'll put it back in.
It always makes me laugh,
Why take breadfruit to Jamaica?
Fletcher wants you.
Yes, in a way, sir.
Who's officer of the watch tonight?
A chance to survive, so he'll come after us again.
- Come on, man. Quick, quick, quick! - Yeah!
At four o'clock we buried Valentine
Circumnavigation.
- He is my friend. - I know.
They can stay, but not you. Take your gifts and go.
Take her. You will have all the men you need. Go now.
I could have passed it off with a laugh and have done less harm.
Hey, Fletcher Christian. Harami.
Land Ho! Land Ho!
Sit down, damn you! I'll knock you on the head with it.
Get these things tied down now!
Oh, dear God.
Get in the boat.
They'll hang you.
we shall proceed onward to the Great Barrier Reef itself.
I know nothing of a dozen.
Thank you, sir.
Yes.
How could he betray my friendship and kindness to him?
Depend upon it, gentlemen.
You blackguard! Traitors!
In what capacity?
- Help the man! - Get in the boat, sir.
Well, we'll just have to make the best of it. Won't we, sir?
It's a breadfruit.
It was taken from me by a gang of mutineers led by Fletcher Christian.