:45:02
Captain knows this ship.
He knows what she can take.
:45:10
Mr Hollar!
:45:12
Mr Hollar,
I want lifelines fore and aft!
:45:15
No lounging, boy!
:45:17
Lifelines, fore and aft!
Double-grape that launch!
:45:24
Cape Horn, Doctor.
:45:42
Close the lid.
There's enough water in the grog.
:45:45
Thank you for that, Davies.
:45:47
Reckon the captain will follow him
round the Horn, every stitch of canvas flying?
:45:52
I reckon he'd follow him
to the gates of hell.
:45:54
It's a devil ship, I tell ya.
And it's leadin' us right into a trap.
:46:02
She's making a run for the Horn, sir.
:46:04
I'll not vouch for this mast.
Not around the Horn.
:46:07
Thank you. Your comments
will be noted in the log.
:46:10
Sail trimmers to their stations!
Get the sails off her, lads. She's over-pressed.
:46:16
Give 'em a pull and belay!
:46:33
We're closing on her, Tom.
I'll not give up now.
:46:37
Come up on the wind, Barret.
Set a course sou'west by west.
:46:40
Sou'west by west, sir.
:46:44
Mr Calamy.
:46:45
Idlers and waisters below.
:46:52
We're for the Horn, boys!
:46:58
Close reef topsails!