1:02:22
All hands about ship! Off tacks and sheets!
Prepare the mainsail to haul!
1:02:36
- Aubrey.
- Hogg. Master of the Albatross.
1:02:39
God bless you, Captain.
God bless you all.
1:02:43
- Mr Calamy, food and water for these men.
- Aye, sir.
1:02:46
- Mr Howard, stand your men down.
- Royal Marines, trail arms!
1:02:50
We was coming back for fresh lines
no more than a week ago.
1:02:53
Hid in that inlet yonder. Burnt our bloody
ship to the waterline. Fucking pirates!
1:02:59
Crew prisoner, captain dead.
1:03:01
She were a big black three-master.
Break your heart, it would.
1:03:05
£12 000 sterling of the finest grade oil they
took. We been out more than two years, see.
1:03:10
And her course?
1:03:12
Maybe a point south of west,
following the rest of the fleet.
1:03:15
Mr Pullings, enter these men's names
into the ship's books.
1:03:18
Mr Allen, set a course.
West by south.
1:03:22
All hands, make sail!
1:03:24
Sir, should we not take
on fresh provisions?
1:03:27
Mr Mowett,
there's not a moment to lose.
1:03:44
- Jack, have you forgotten your promise?
- Subject to the requirements of the service.
1:03:49
I cannot delay for the sake
of an iguana or a giant peccary.
1:03:52
Fascinating, no doubt,
but of no immediate application.
1:03:56
There is, I think, an opportunity here
to serve both our purposes.