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hwp Eight oclock.
Alls well. Misty weather.
-Here ye are, me lad.
-Thank ye.
A press gang. A press gang!
-The press gang!
-Lets get out of here!
ln the kings name!
Well, we got all the fish
we need in one net.
-Line them up, boatswain.
-Aye, aye. Line up, lads!
Lads, bow your necks and weep.
Youre in the kings navy.
lm no seaman, sir. lm a tailor.
Whats that, your needlework?
No chin music.
-What ship, sir?
-The Bounty, for the South Seas.
-Thats the end of the world.
-No, he sailed there with Captain Cook.
He knows the brown gals
gay as kiss-me.
-Whos the captain?
-Bligh.
-Bligh!
-Seize him!
How long will we be gone?
Till theres enough frost
in hell to kill snap beans.
How long is that, sir?
lve got to know.
Two years, lad.
Please, dont take my husband.
When we had a baby,
Tommy left the sea.
He dont want to serve in the navy.
-lts true, sir.
-Sorry, the king needs six men.
You cant take him! lts like forever!
l cant take them and not take him.
No, you cant take him!
l wont let you!
-Lass, lass.
-lts two years! No! lts two years!
This is Englands new venture
in science, in trade, in discovery.
Who else but Sir Austin Byams
son should go?
But two years.
-l understand, my dear.
-Ship ahoy!
Bob.
Behold! The elder son of the sea
and heir to all its oceans.
Uniform by Jeeves.
lts so new, it creaks.
lll come back an admiral,
with a necklace for you.
Pearls as big as coconuts.
lll name a nice shiny island
after you, Sir Joseph.
-l owe you for my appointment.
-Youve been appointed for one purpose:
To make me a dictionary
of the Tahitian language.
lve made that clear to Captain Bligh.
-Whats he like, sir?
-Captain Bligh?
Hes a seagoing disaster.
His hair is rope yarn.
His teeth are marlinespikes.
Marlinespikes? Good.
Sounds rather terrifying. But perhaps,
as your father used to say:
"A taut hand at sea is better
than a slack one."
Youd have made a rare sailor, maam.
Why dont you stow away, Mother?
lve considered it. Very seriously.
Well, heres to the voyage
of the Bounty.
To the voyage of the Bounty!
Still waters and the great golden sea.
Flying fish like streaks of silver
and mermaids that sing in the night.
The Southern Cross, and all the stars
on the other side of the world.
Bless my soul.
To the voyage of the Bounty!
ls that the Bounty?
No, sir. Thats the flagship of the fleet.
Theres your little pint-pot.
Thats the Bounty for Tahiti?
She isnt very big, is she?
lt aint the size that counts, youngster.
lts the salt in the lads that man it.
-Wheres your sweetheart, handsome?
-She married a sailor.
lts Ellison, sir.
He tried to break ship.
On deck, Morrison. Churchill.
Aye, sir.
Break ship, would you?
l cant face it, sir. Not two years.
l might not come back.
Then shes left with the baby.
Flog me, send me to jail,
but dont take me, sir!
Dont.
Now, listen to me, Ellison.
The seas hard, but you whistle it off.
Do your spit and polish and youll come
home with the seals following in admiration.
l was like you when l first came to sea,
Cumberland moss all over me.
Now its turned to barnacles.
Thats better.
On this voyage, if you get in trouble,
come to me. lll see you get justice.
But if youre wrong,
look out for squalls.
Now, get your chin up.
Go on deck. Say goodbye to your wife.
-Youve got her aboard, sir?
-And the baby.
-Come on. Shake a leg.
-Thank you, sir.
-So youre going to the South Seas, Jack?
-Aye.
Here. Take this with you.
You can buy your own island.
Ten shillings.
Ten? l aint seen the kings face
on a shilling for so long...
...lve forgotten which George it is,
but lll take it and pay you when l get back.
Sailor! Youre not coming back,
not in this little half-walnut.
Here you are. Diamond brooch.
Real gold, mister, owned by Captain Kidd.
With a map of the treasure under the works.
Here. Stand clear with the tinware, Joe.
You keep leeward
of the ships gentlemen.
All right, now. Ta-ta. Ta-ta!
Mr. Byam? lm Fletcher Christian,
lieutenant and masters mate.
-Youll be my instructor.
-Yes, in navigation and trigonometry.
Youll have a watch, keep order,
go aloft to mend canvas, reef and furl.
Otherwise, your time is your own.
Mr. Christian, in my hands,
the ship is safe.
l understand.
"A little child shall lead them."
Come along, lll show you below.
You there, take Mr. Byams box to his berth.
-Ahoy, Mr. Christian!
-Ahoy!
Excuse me.
Good morning, sir.
Nothing lost, Mr. Christian.
Think lve got enough
for a two years voyage?
-You know your draft better than l do.
-My lad, nobody can estimate my draft...
...least of all myself.
-Easy, easy.
-What makes her roll so?
Heres a navy for you.
Rum in the skimmers today
and blood in the scuppers tomorrow.
This is our ships surgeon.
We call him Mr. Bacchus.
-Hes never told us his real name.
-lve forgotten it.
Pleased to meet you.
Mr. Byam, l should never
have gone ashore.
Englands only an island,
and all islands are alike.
lm going below. Bear a hand.
Easy, now. Easy.
Oh, Tommy, lm afeard.
This ships unlucky.
Theyve changed the name.
Well, l changed you
