:44:01
Don't you never feel like this?
:44:05
- No, I guess you don't.
- Nobody else ever did, either.
:44:08
Say, my father, when he alive,
he made better songs than me.
:44:12
And what kind of songs did he sing?
:44:13
Songs about the sun and the sea.
Songs about the clouds.
:44:17
Big songs about the wind and the storms.
:44:20
And little songs, too,
about the tip of my mother's nose.
:44:23
Oh, my father, he feel beautiful inside.
:44:26
- Is that all he did, was sing?
- Is that...
:44:29
My father was the best fisherman
in the whole Madeira Islands...
:44:32
- and that's every place.
- Well, that's not so much.
:44:34
How you mean, not so much?
:44:36
Well, I mean, he didn't do much for you.
I mean, he didn't leave you anything.
:44:40
He didn't leave...
:44:41
He leave me this hurdy-gurdy
that his grandfather leave him.
:44:45
He teach me how to fish,
how to sail a boat.
:44:47
He gave me arms and hands and feet,
feeling good outside...
:44:49
and he teach me how to feel good inside.
:44:53
My father do all this.
He have 17 other kids, beside.
:44:55
What else a father do, huh?
:44:57
- Oh, I don't know.
- Say, listen, my...
:45:01
Capt. Disko!
:45:05
Capt. Disko!
:45:06
That Jennie Cushman,
she is even now under our stern!
:45:09
She come make you happy, I think!
:45:12
The Jennie Cushman? I might've known it.
:45:17
Yes, sir.
:45:18
That's her nosy, long topmast
prying into our wake.
:45:25
Hey, there! On the Cushman!
:45:28
Where's that poor excuse for a skipper
you got aboard?
:45:32
And who is it might be wanting him?
:45:34
You know consarned well who wants him,
you bilge-raised haddock!
:45:39
Well, if it ain't Disko Troop.
:45:42
And me thinking
I was gonna fish here all alone.
:45:45
Who passed you the word I was here
so you could follow me, Disko?
:45:49
Now look here, Walt Cushman.
:45:52
I'm sick near to retching...
:45:54
at you using my brains
to catch a trip of fish.
:45:57
Sailing under my wake
every time I find a good spot.