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Jack, before answering, I'm compelled to ask,

For thine is the kingdom,

I, for one, am opposed to authority. It is an egg of misery and oppression.

and I know you're as anxious as I am to get into close action.

May I beg you to tell me what kind of man he is?

The wind's backing, sir.

Present company excepted, Mr Hogg.

Well then, there's not a moment to lose.

Mr Higgins, you'll have to raise the rib.

Are you all right?

to be turned into corruption,

You'll lead your gun crew, then when we board, you'll take command of the ship.

Just a broken arm, sir.

Give us this day our daily bread,

We hope in a short time to see you again

then we ask for your forgiveness, Lord.

Mr Hollar, I want lifelines fore and aft.

- We're nearly there, boys. - Pull.

Now, lads, huzzah for Captain Pullings.

- We're crackin' on. - We'll be crackin' up if he don't watch it.

the power and the glory,

a slice of Albemarle.

- Do I make myself clear? - Take command of the ship? Thank you, sir.

I intended to, sir, but the right words didn't...

It was an unfair match. There was no dishonour in it.

Always whispering when I go past and giving me looks.

This is a ship of war. I will grind whatever grist the mill requires to fulfil my duty.

Make a bad show of keeping your course. Let her run up and luff every now and then.

One more week of this and they'd give it up for a cup of water.

Captain's not called Lucky Jack for no reason.

Sail trimmers to their stations. Get the sails off her, lads. She's over-pressed.

I hate it when you talk of the service in this way. It makes me so very low.

If you please, Doctor.

If there are those among us who thought ill of Mr Hollom,

Hurry up, or they'll see you.

Mr. Pullings, defaulters at 8 bells.

That'll bring 'em about.

janny, take that anon below and clap him in irons

Mr Boyle, run up the colors.

He may have had the weather gauge, but we had the weather gods.

Every time he's on watch, that ship appears.

Peter Miles Calamy,

In actual fact, Mr Blakeney and I did make one very interesting find.

We have made our turn northward. We are headed back toward the sun.

I have never known such a run of bad luck.

Which it will be ready when it's ready.

- Thank you, sir. - Godspeed, Tom.

I reckon he'd follow him to the gates of hell.

- Aye, sir. - Lively.

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What's he saying?

Never mind the maneuvers. Just go straight at’em.

You see, Will here, he seen her being built.

You OK, Mr Hollom?

- Excuse me, sir. - Remove your hat. We're whalers.

Triple-shotted at 200 yards - no effect.

"now you are talking like an Irishman" "...but i am an Irishman!"

A full three weeks ahead.

Two feet six inches, sir, and holding.

Here we go, lads.

£12,000 sterling of the finest grade oil they took. We been out more than two years.

Clear the forward pin rails.

Seven inches in length.

As you said, she is taking the war to the South Seas. We are supposed to stop her.

Move along, man. We'll have lost him before you rig it up.

- Did you see it, Mr Calamy? - No, sir.