Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You sure, Mr Hollom? - Yes, sir.
The first time that he spoke to me,
- Have they struck their colours? - I believe so.
Two points off starboard bow.
- Mr Allen. More smoke. - Aye, sir.
What a fascinating modern age we live in.
I've always tried to say it exactly as he did ever since.
Take your neck cloths and put them round your right upper arm.
Getting SSMP MIDN to learn be like…
We do not have time for your damned hobbies sir!!
We stand tall on the quarterdeck. All of us.
I know it sounds absurd, and were it from another man,
I would choose the right-hand weevil.
janny, take that anon below and clap him in irons
They'll despise you in the end, think you weak.
- What's this? - It's the phantom, sir.
Hid in that inlet yonder. Burnt our bloody ship to the waterline. Fucking pirates.
- And William. - Sir?
Well, good. Good.
- Barret. - Sir.
- We must turn and fight. - But he has the weather gauge again.
That's all very well, Nagle. Got to get home to spend it, but.
- It's the Galápagos Islands. - The Galápagos Islands.
Making discoveries that could advance our knowledge of natural history.
Pass down a barrel of paint, please.
- Close with him amidships. - Midships it is, sir.
He's causing it.
Hard a'larboard.
Is that right?
Long we tossed on the rolling main Now we're safe ashore, Jack
I'm sure of it.
I think it's a Galápagos beetle.
When will the baby be here
Higgins, the catling, if you please.
Never mind the maneuvers. Go straight at’em.
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
Damn, he was good. Just came out of nowhere.
Mizzen's gone. Hands to the taffrail.
Do you not know that in the service... one must always choose the lesser of two weevils?
Bluff above the water and sharp below.
That's seamanship, Mr Pullings. My God, that's seamanship.
- And this framing is accurate? - Exactly accurate, sir.
As you said yourself, you have to choose the lesser of two evils.
- Aubrey. - Hogg. Master of the Albatross.
Damn you've got good eyes
Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain
Mr Calamy, the lead, if you please.
That's semenship mr pullings my god that's semenship
- Back to camp, sir? - No, to the other side of the island.
Xandys ticket, able seaman
Captain knows this ship. He knows what she can take.
And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
Even if we did catch up with her, I mean, to take her...
Did God make them change?
Eckhart, leave that. Just come up quick and get some whaler's slops on.
- Good luck, Will. - Good luck, Peter.
Hollom, you must make a decision.
He leaned across the table, he looked me straight in the eye,
That's the future. What a fascinating modern age we live in.
We therefore commit their bodies to the deep,
Indeed.
Were you to walk all day on the island, you might never come across it.
Tudor, Ellers. To Mr Allen.
We've done it.
- You forget yourself, Doctor. - No, Jack.
Mr Blakeney.
Sail on the horizon, sir. Running west.
The deaths in actual battle are the easiest to bear.
- There's three lumps in there. - How kind.
We're not going home.
But think on our share of the prize money.
For God's sake, Will, swim. Swim for the wreckage, Will.
Let fly!
- He may well turn the tide. - Indeed, sir.