: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.
:38:00
She's to look like us, lads, don't forget.
Jibbo, make fast those whips.
:38:05
We didn't want to make it any taller,
on account of this wind.
:38:08
- Excuse me, sir, but what are they building?
- Your first command.
:38:20
Quickly. She'll be on top of us.
:38:22
Take the weight on the yard tackles.
:38:25
Fend her off, fend her off.
:38:27
Lower away on the main.
:38:36
- Wouldn't want to lose you.
- Aye, sir.
:38:50
There's a painter. Pass her aft.
Outside everything, mind.
:38:55
Lively now. We've not ten minutes
before he's up with us.