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hwp - (chickens clucking)
- Come on, come on. Its all right.
Yes, yes, its all right.
Wake up, Will.
Starboard bow ahoy!
- What is it, Slade?
- Thought I heard somethin.
Sounded like a bell.
- Native fishermen, perhaps.
- Or a reef marker, sir.
Mr Calamy, the lead, if you please.
- By the mark, five fathom.
- Five fathom!
- Sand and broken shell.
- Sand and broken shell.
What is it?
Um...
Two points off the starboard bow,
in the fog bank.
What was it? A sail?
- I dont know what it was.
- Should we beat to quarters?
- I cant be certain.
- Youre officer of the watch.
Hollom, you must make a decision.
We shall beat to quarters!
(man) Rouse up! Rouse up!
Sleepers awake!
Move! Move along! Move along!
Jump to it, boys! Jump to it!
Light along there!
Sighting in heavy fog.
- Handsomely on the yards tackle.
- Topmen aloft.
- Where away?
- Uh...
Two points off the starboard bow, sir.
Not a mile distant.
- You sure, Mr Hollom?
- Yes, sir.
Man-of-war?
I dont know, sir.
It was only for a moment.
I thought I saw a shape.
- Did you see it, Mr Calamy?
- No, sir.
Well, you did the right thing, Mr Hollom.
Go to your stations.
The decks yours, Tom.
Sir.
Clear away! And launch boats!
- Quit your dawdling!
- You heard the man!
Lower away!
Haul both your yard tackles!
Strike the bell!
(bell sounds)
Down! All hands down!
Hands to your stations!
Mr Hollar, damage report, if you please.
-pounders. Well have to get closer.
Run out the starboard battery.
Mr Allen, come up on the wind.
Lay me alongside at pistol-shot.
Sharpshooters to the tops, Mr Howard.
Sergeant! Take your section
into the main top.
We stand tall on the quarterdeck, son.
All of us.
- Mr Boyle, run up the colours.
- Aye, sir.
Note for the log, Mr Watt.
"Engaged enemy frigate at six bells."
- Straight at em, Mr Mowett.
- Straight at em, sir.
Bill!
Leave the swords!
Get the captains silver below.
Shes not in range yet!
Stand fast till shes close enough!
- Close with him amidships!
- Midships it is, sir!
For Gods sake, dont drop anything!
Steady!
- Hold your positions!
- Hold your position! Courage, now!
- Hold steady, boys!
- Dont worry, lads, well serve em out yet!
Mr Pullings, sir.
Davies, Jemmy, get Mr Pullings below.
Aye, sir.
Mr Blakeney, pass the word for the captain.
Clear the forward pin rails!
More sand on the floor!
On the up-roll... fire!
Down!
Relieving-tackles on the tiller!
You men, collect these wounded!
- Keep em spitting, Mr Calamy.
- Aye, sir. Reload and give em hell!
Sir! To the taffrail!
The rudders shot away.
The steering dont answer, sir.
Were fish in a barrel.
Why are we not firing?
Let me through.
Here, Joe! Here!
Hold it in there!
- Hes on the larboard bow, sir.
- Bring up your small arms!
Prepare to repel boarders.
Seize your weapons
and wait for the word.
(Pullings) Your orders, sir?
Call the gun crews to deck. Rig man-ropes
over the stern and pull the boats in.
Put us in that fog, Tom.
Pull together, men!
Pull for the fog bank!
Run em out! Run em out!
Fire!
Shes opened up a seam!
We need to get some oakum and pound it in.
Joe, a mallet and some irons!
Shes gaining on us.
- Were nearly there, boys!
- Pull! Pull!
- Reach for it, men!
- Were home inside that fog!
Fire!
Pull for Lucky Jack!
Weve done it!
Pipe down. Silence on deck.
Theyll not find us in here!
(Calamy) Quiet, lads. No shouts, no calls.
Avast rowing.
Well done, lads.
(clanking and grinding of pumps)
Two feet six inches, sir... and holding.
- Good work, Mr Lamb.
- Thank you, sir.
So, whats the butchers bill?
Nine dead, wounded.
Joe Plaice.
He has a severely depressed fracture of
the skull. I dont think hell see out the night.
Lord Blakeney.
Just a broken arm, sir.
Well, youre in very good hands.
Im doing everything I can.
I know you were close to his father.
His father wouldve understood.
He knew the life. His mother, however...
Let me take a look at that brow of yours.
What?
Damn, he was good.
Just came out of nowhere.
Hit us with a full broadside,
cut across our tail and took out our rudder.
Damn fine gunnery.
We only slipped away because of the fog.
Quite fortunate, really.
He may have had the weather gauge,
but we had the weather gods.
I have no idea what it is youre talking about,
but he did seem to come off rather well.
Seven weeks sailing, and he happens
in darkness on our exact position.
Hm.
Well, the French have their spies
in England and elsewhere. As do we.
Indeed.
If he knew we were looking for him, he could
have stood to sea and passed well clear.
Well then, perhaps he was looking for us.
