:56:16
Hard alee. Stand by the headsail!
:56:20
Twenty-eight fathom.
She's shoaling fast, Capt. Disko.
:56:23
We're getting to her.
:56:25
Twenty-six fathoms, bottom rock.
:56:28
We're on the bank. Let go your anchor.
:56:35
Tie up your jib and jumbo!
:56:37
Stand by your foresails.
:56:40
Bait them snug, boys,
bait them for home and mother.
:56:44
- This fog is going to lift for you.
- Well, that's something.
:56:47
Oh, what do you care, Jack?
Pop could find fish in a graveyard.
:56:49
There's a run of cod on this bank...
:56:52
that Walt Cushman
won't know nothing about.
:56:55
Ahoy there, on the mud scow.
:56:57
Whose anchor chain is that a-rattling
like it's full of rust and roaches?
:57:04
Well, if it ain't Disko Troop.
:57:07
Did you spring your fore stick
trying to follow me, Disko?
:57:12
I suppose you'll deny
I showed you the road to this spot...
:57:16
a year ago this very day,
you cross-eyed mackerel.
:57:21
You want to row over
for a game of checkers?
:57:25
Fishing is mighty sparse here.
:57:27
We'll never sink under the weight
of fish we been catching.
:57:30
Well, I ain't doing so good myself.
:57:34
I can lay it to your presence, maybe.
:57:37
He's lying, the same as me.
:57:40
He's a plank deeper in the water
than he was the last time we seen him.
:57:43
I think that Walt Cushman,
he smart fisherman.
:57:46
Maybe we better sail after him
all time, huh?
:57:53
Well, boys.
:57:54
You gotta start in filling fish from now on.
:57:58
That meddling buoy-tender's
near as full up as we are.