Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That she's got a lovely little Tahitian grandson.
As soon as we have put about it will be safe to light your galley fires again.
Freedom, retribution, that's what you want.
He gave me his picture.
Mr. Cole. Would you distribute the gifts to King Tynah and his good people.
who were the mutineers aboard that ship.
like Mr. Fryer with a relative novice?
Shut up. Christian's taking the ship. Christian's taking the ship.
- Is that understood? - No. No.
Mr. Cole! You'll hang for this!
Having him there is good for morale.
31 days.
Perhaps.
Where will you take her?
Hooray! Hooray!
We did not expect you back. We have already given you everything.
Where's Captain Bligh? Why doesn't he come himself?
You may not thank me now but you will later.
Listen to me.
Robert, mind those bloody pots! Robert! Robert's on fire! Someone douse him!
Where is it?
Close reef, sir?
You think this is a humorous occasion.
Get ready, boys. Get the oars out.
We set sail two days before Christmas,
I mean to make good use of every hour of sailing time.
I have done no more than any natural man would do.
At half-past twelve today, James Valentine departed this life
The only one I wholly trust is Adams.
You just have to wait your turn, Purcell, like everyone else.
And that her captain, Lieutenant William Bligh, is in the opinion of this court,
It wasn't him, sir. It was me.
And when do you think they will be ready to transport in your opinion?
You shut up! You dance! Dance!
Filth, sir! Filthy, Mr. Christian. Still filthy! Look!
and I quote: "To enquire into the cause and circumstances of the seizure
I wonder what we shall find out.
Be quiet!
or by God I'll make you lick them clean with your tongues
William? Not sir? Not captain? William.
- Mr. Fryer, you come up here. - We'll do without him. We don't want you.
If I had known your nature,
I need the charts. Turn around.
23rd December 1787.
Toss oars.
Now if the thief will not declare himself...
Can you explain that?
Just shut your mouth!
- 85 miles, sir. - 85 miles in 31 days, Mr. Bligh.
How is the great Captain Cook?
Mr. Cole, give this man my share of food.
Thank you.
Yes, there is a thief on board this ship, which is unfortunate
Well, I couldn't wear the jacket. The tattoo's too painful.
Well, I'm sorry, sir, I...
Thank you.
Come along, Mr. Christian.
King Tynah, sir.
Every ship in the Royal Navy has a copy of that book and those charts.
Everything you need is here.
They're not like us, Fletcher. You think I was harsh with you.
You with us, John?
Don't put Adams under the lash.