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Wake up!
Lads. One of you will have to come out. There's no room.
Thank you, your Majesty.
Indeed, in the matter of his command of the Bounty's open launch,
But mind they appreciate the gravity of their offence.
You endangered your ship and your crew for 31 days
I want to be advised of their progress every day, Mr. Christian.
I want my opinion in the log, sir.
It depends how inquisitive we are, Mr. Young.
Toss your oars.
He frightened the men. I did not put that fear there, he did.
Good luck to them, that's what I say.
Because all I can promise you, lads, is relentless pain and hardship.
Very well. You shall kiss the gunner's daughter.
Three men jumped ship last night. Churchill was one of them.
Sir. I am Lieutenant William Bligh. I'm a British naval officer...
Well, the Admiralty's already assigned a Mr. John Fryer as Master of the ship.
Some of us haven't had nothing in days.
Now it seems to me, all we have to do is simply sail along this line of latitude.
You're not the only one to have left a woman behind.
By any of my officers. Or by any of my crew.
You are here now. Tamari.
Damn you, man. Don't you bloody cross me.
Stand by to fire the salute!
Maieva.
You'll never make it round the Horn. We must turn back.
Never been to school meself.
At that time, yes.
The men are very quiet.
Goodnight, young ladies.
We cannot risk going ashore again. What are we going to do, sir?
Come, Bligh!
You protest, do you?
Amen.
Eyes front, Mr. Christian!
Yes, and I should have promotion to Captain.
How can he come after us? He'll be marooned on some island.
Business, dammit. Any bloody business.
- Will we never leave this place? - Because we arrived so late. The plants...
We've already been here thirteen weeks longer than we intended.
I might just have a lucky face.
It takes a discontented crew.
I'll not have any of your foul, filthy gutter ways on board my ship!
The Fiji islands where cannibalism is perfected almost to a science.
So...
the Endeavour Straits and the Great Barrier Reef.
Get over then.
Stand by to close reef! All hands on deck! Move yourselves!
- It's all you fault. - Yes, you're in this! - There was never a coward on this ship!
King George will send many ships with many guns to punish us for what you have done.
Warmth, light and water. I shall be giving up my cabin to them.
We're trying to establish, Mr. Bligh, how you came to lose your ship.
Keep it quiet, Churchill.
Stand up!
Because it is the quicker route, Mr. Fryer.
Charming tune.
By now, there are many natives about us.
Again. Will you repeat that, please? The men might be in charge.
And then I will kill myself after. You get him dressed now.
Stand aside.
Oh, God.
- Throw those clothes over! - Bloody savages!
I would not have accepted you as boson of a river barge.
Poor bugger. Alright, bury him.