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

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

janny, take that anon below and clap him in irons

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

the power and the glory,

Clear the forward pin rails.

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

Present company excepted, Mr Hogg.

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

Give us this day our daily bread,

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

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

Seven inches in length.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

Mr Boyle, run up the colors.

If you please, Doctor.

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

I have never known such a run of bad luck.

Mr. Pullings, defaulters at 8 bells.

Peter Miles Calamy,

For thine is the kingdom,

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

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

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

What's he saying?

Mr Hollar, I want lifelines fore and aft.

The wind's backing, sir.

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

That'll bring 'em about.

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

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

A full three weeks ahead.

- Aye, sir. - Lively.

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

We hope in a short time to see you again

Here we go, lads.

Captain's not called Lucky Jack for no reason.

then we ask for your forgiveness, Lord.

- Thank you, sir. - Godspeed, Tom.

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

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

Which it will be ready when it's ready.

Are you all right?

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

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Now, lads, huzzah for Captain Pullings.

Just a broken arm, sir.

Triple-shotted at 200 yards - no effect.

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

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

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

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

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

to be turned into corruption,

Two feet six inches, sir, and holding.

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

You OK, Mr Hollom?

a slice of Albemarle.

Hurry up, or they'll see you.