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And as civilised men we shall die. Have no fear.
What about the rest of us?
he whose body we now confine to them.
So you were more or less immortal too.
who look to you for their example, do they not, sir?
There will be no killing.
Right men! Food up! Come on.
Come on. Keep them coming. Good lads.
Wake up.
You're not coming?
A savage King.
We will go about and run downwind for Africa and the Indian Ocean.
Stay where you are. Or I'll blow your head off.
- Hurry along and take those sails in! - Get further aloft!
lose their heads over native women in these waters.
Aye.
that he hasn't had the pleasure of your company at supper for some weeks.
What the hell do you think you're doing?
William, a toast. To circumnavigation.
Which I reserved for our dinner next day.
My dearest Betsy,
Lads!
It doesn't sound quite right to me.
Stand down!
- Mr. Cole? - Sir.
Because you were at a loss, my friend.
An activity they participated in wholeheartedly?
Have the carpenter lash those things down, now!
Wasn't this Christian a friend of yours?
Fletcher!
I beg you, use that poor flesh to save the others.
- Are you in this, Norton? - No, sir, I'm not.
Don't look at him. There'll be trouble.
I only say the Bounty's too small.
The South Atlantic? The North Atlantic?
Sorry, sir.
Southwest by south. Aye, aye, sir.
Its consequences would be two-fold.
Yes, sir. If it please, my Lords, I will first read a list of the mutineers
Surely, Mr. Bligh. It was unwise to replace a professional sailor
The Royal Navy is not a humorous institution, sir.
Alright. You will report to the ship immediately. Do you understand me?
Do it, Christian. Kill him!
God damn your blood to hell with mine, sir!
What's the name of the cook? Lamb? Hey, Lamb!
I think His Majesty likes breadfruit. Isn't that true, Mr. Nelson?
I don't know. It was the place itself.
to call them back again and this time do it properly.
Oh, the men won't have it. Are they in charge of the Bounty?
Fletcher, I want you to sail with me again.
Don't argue with me. Close reef.
- Take the wheel, man. - Steering to port side.
And from there, my friends, God willing,
Come in, whoever you are.
Wait!
Gag them both.
I understand you dismissed the swabbing party.
What fault?
The penalty for which is death by hanging.
Keep em' coming. Move it along. Don't drop them.
Have a long ride, Tim. I hope they bloody eat yer, Fryer.
He can't, sir. Bit of trouble with the locals out there.
What I have to say to you is the result of considerable reflection.
So he will be lashed and we will go around the Horn.
- Aye, aye, sir. - Thank you. Stand down.
That's what I ask myself. Will you make the best of it?
And now you may dismiss, sir!
and circumnavigate the globe.
- Mr. Bligh! - Get in the boat! Where's the captain? Where's Mr. Bligh?
Let's hear it for the Captain, lads! Hip-hip!