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

Mr. Pullings, defaulters at 8 bells.

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

then we ask for your forgiveness, Lord.

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

What's he saying?

Clear the forward pin rails.

Hurry up, or they'll see you.

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

the power and the glory,

Are you all right?

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

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

Present company excepted, Mr Hogg.

to be turned into corruption,

For thine is the kingdom,

I have never known such a run of bad luck.

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

Just a broken arm, sir.

Here we go, lads.

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

Seven inches in length.

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.

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

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

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

Triple-shotted at 200 yards - no effect.

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

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

Captain's not called Lucky Jack for no reason.

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

Always whispering when I go past and giving me looks.

That'll bring 'em about.

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

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

- Thank you, sir. - Godspeed, Tom.

a slice of Albemarle.

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

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

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

We hope in a short time to see you again

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

- Aye, sir. - Lively.

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

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

Peter Miles Calamy,

Now, lads, huzzah for Captain Pullings.

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

You OK, Mr Hollom?

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

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

The wind's backing, sir.

Which it will be ready when it's ready.

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

A full three weeks ahead.

Mr Boyle, run up the colors.

Mr Hollar, I want lifelines fore and aft.

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

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

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

If you please, Doctor.

Give us this day our daily bread,

Two feet six inches, sir, and holding.

janny, take that anon below and clap him in irons