:24:02
Fair weather, Mr. Ponsonby.
:24:11
"I, Richard Dawlish,
of His Majesty's ship, Defiant: : :
:24:15
...do swear to be true to the cause...
:24:18
...and serve on the counsel of action.
:24:21
- Even to the laying down of my life."
- Well done, Dawlish.
:24:32
"Corsica, Leghorn, last remaining
British bases." Message ends.
:24:38
- Acknowledge.
- Aye, aye, sir.
:24:42
Grave news, sir.
Napoleon's overrunning Italy.
:24:46
Spain will be on his side.
:24:49
- I presume you want to put in here.
- Nothing changed our orders...
:24:54
- No, but since...
...which are to proceed to Corsica.
:24:58
Set the t'gallants.
:25:01
Take over the watch, Mr. Ponsonby.
:25:12
Sir.
:25:15
- We should return to Gibraltar.
- Have you set the t'gallants?
:25:19
- No, not yet, sir.
- Why not?
:25:22
If we go to Corsica,
we may sail into a trap.
:25:26
- I have my orders.
- Yes, sir...
:25:29
...to join Admiral Jarvis,
who may not be there.
:25:32
- You're well informed.
- He's bound to sail here to safety.
:25:37
Here, he won't be trapped...
:25:39
...or cut from his bases and supplies
by the enemy fleet.
:25:43
- Admiral Jarvis is no fool.
- He'd be happy to hear you say so.
:25:48
He would have done as I said.
:25:50
Our responsibility is
to carry out existing orders.
:25:54
We're responsible for the ship.
:25:57
To risk it for orders,
instead of using imagination...