:36:00
My God. What can we do?
He has us by the hip.
:36:04
Run like smoke and oakum.
:36:06
- We'll have to bend every sail.
- We'll put up our handkerchiefs if we have to!
:36:10
We must survive this day.
Let's get about it. Mr Allen, gentlemen.
:36:14
All hands, make sail!
:36:16
This is the second time he's done this to me.
There will not be a third.
:36:36
I tell ya, the devil's at the wheel
of that there phantom ship.
:36:41
You better hold fast.
:36:49
What is it with this man?
:36:52
Did I kill a relative of his in battle, perhaps?
His boy, God forbid?
:36:57
He fights like you, Jack.
:37:17
Bring the sun down to the horizon.
:37:20
When its lower limb is touching the horizon...
Williamson, look to your sextant!
:37:24
When the orb is no longer rising...
:37:28
then it has reached its zenith
and that would be noon.
:37:31
- Sir?
- Mr Pullings.
:37:34
- Do you make noon, Mr Hollom?
- Yes, sir.
:37:36
Call noon. It's your class.
:37:41
- Sir, that's noon.
- Mr Nichols, make that twelve.
:37:44
Six hours?
:37:46
Five at most.
:37:48
Just keep us out of her reach
until nightfall.