:01:41
Keep that horn going.
:01:46
Ten fathoms by the mark, sir.
:01:49
Hoist your pilot signal lights.
:01:51
Hoist your pilot signal lights.
:01:55
Haul down your jibs.
:01:57
Haul down your jibs.
:02:04
By the deep eight and a sandy bottom, sir.
:02:08
- Stand by the anchor.
- Aye, sir. Standing by.
:02:14
Right ahead, sir.
:02:19
- I see it. Right over there.
- We're here, boys!
:02:24
Ahoy!
:02:27
Be quiet down there.
:02:31
- Who are you?
- The Flying Cloud.
:02:35
220 days out of New York...
:02:38
...and 15 days trying to find your blasted harbor.
:02:42
Nobody asked you to come.
:02:44
You got anything
in this hog-end of the world except fog?
:02:48
Sure! We've got gold, mountains of gold!
:02:55
What are our chances?
:02:57
You're just in time. We're all humpbacked
carrying nuggets around.