Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Padeen, please.
Does God make them change? Yes, certainly.
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
Mr Calamy. There's something might interest you here.
Go on, Joe.
If we can't sail through the damn wind, Tom, we'll bloody well sail around it. Due south.
Mr Calamy says I'm not on the boarding party. I want to say...
Steady now, lads. Keep calm.
Perfect.
Those birds. They're a species of cormorant, but they are flightless.
- Excuse me, sir, but what are they building? - Your first command.
To the lesser of two weevils
lieutenant.
And though we be on the far side of the world, this ship is our home
No, we shall head home. Before peace breaks out with France, God forbid.
Looks like a frigate.
I can't make it rain.
Killick. Killick there. What do you have for us tonight?
Mr Pullings, enter these men's names into the ship's books.
Be as satiric as you like. Viewing the world through a microscope is your prerogative.
It's like Killick says. Morning of the battle, he doesn't have the guts to beat to quarters.
All hands on starboard rail.
He's callin' it up, don't you see?
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
I see. So after all this time in your service,
Not to criticise nor to comment on my command.
- Now you're talking like an Irishman. - I am an Irishman.
A warning take by me
Run 'em out.
Two points off the starboard bow, sir. Not a mile distant.
You have no possibility, no chance. But you have had warning.
After all, surprise is on our side.
Southern California weather forecasters now:
Weevils.
I have known you to spend hours staring into a deserted bird's nest.
Have they expressed any feelings on the matter to you?
What a wonderfully true voice Mr Hollom possesses.
That's the excuse of every tyrant in history, from Nero to Bonaparte.
And chasing this larger, faster ship with its long guns is beginning to smack of pride.
Jump to it, boys. Jump to it.
Sir, I saw there was something right strange about her, so I asked Joe...
Phantom or no, she's a privateer, and Lucky Jack'll have her.
Very Good, Sir
That's just dried blood those are his brains
That can only mean King Charles Island. He's looking for water.
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
Be Prepared to Fire
We're fish in a barrel.
You'll fire for her mainmast. Much will depend on your accuracy.
when you see your mate being a nonce
It means she had the wind in her favour, therefore control of the engagement.
Doesn't look like one. I mean, it looks like a stick.
There's three ounces in there
Pull for Lucky Jack.
Sir.
You've come to the wrong shop for anarchy, brother.
Right in.
Do you not know that in the great purge of white undesirables, one must choose the most expedient path to extinction
but they've taken a set against me.
Captain Howard and the marines
When we get there, we'll have to stop for food and water.
Not everything is in your books, Stephen.
Jump to it, lads. Cadence and rhythm.
And we ask for his.
stone taking blight from the box the rest of us can't do that fam
Fire!
So, gun captains, that gives you one shot from the larboard battery. One shot only.
Take a good grip with the square retractor.
I'm not even sure it was the Acheron we sighted.
Turn.
It's circling, lads.
Mr Lamb, as always, will do his best. Which is all I can hope to expect from any man.
Sir.
Damn fine gunnery.
who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.
Crew prisoner, captain dead.
Repair won't do here. I need these replaced.
Heave. Steady.
Batten down those hatches before we're on the bottom.
What is it?
Which it is soused hog’s face. My favorite.