:03:02
We're a few men short.
Well, a few dozen.
:03:05
Things get worse. The English sailor's
lost his taste for fighting.
:03:10
Maybe he's lost taste for
the conditions in which he fights.
:03:15
- Must have discipline.
- His Majesty's Navy uses a heavy hand.
:03:20
At times, perhaps too heavy.
:03:22
Apart from finer feelings,
it could be dangerous.
:03:26
The lower deck's like a prison.
:03:28
No freedom, irregular pay,
and food that even rats won't touch.
:03:33
- I speak out of turn.
- True, every word.
:03:36
We've enough trouble
without provocation.
:03:39
Still, that's for
the Admiralty to settle.
:03:42
- Sailing orders, Crawford.
- Thank you, sir.
:03:46
- I report to Jarvis in Corsica?
- Correct. With all possible speed.
:03:51
Try to avoid
any side issues on the way.
:03:55
How's your glass?
:03:59
Your first lieutenant,
Mr. Scott-Padget...
:04:03
...what do you make of him?
- He is both efficient and keen.
:04:08
So keen, he's out with the press gang.
:04:11
I hate tattling.
:04:13
No cursing his efficiency and devotion
to duty, but I should warn you...
:04:18
If you'll forgive me, sir,
I'd prefer to make up my own mind.
:04:24
No. Don't!
:04:28
You mustn't resist the king's pressmen.
:04:32
We've only been married three days.
:04:35
- You don't want him! He's not a sailor.
- We shall teach him.
:04:40
Don't take him from me. You can't!
:04:43
- I beseech you. Have pity on us.
- Bring him along.