fishermen.
And we were left to assume, as my younger brother Paul and I did...
that all first-class fishermen on the Sea of Galilee were fly-fishermen...
and that John, the favorite, was a dry fly-fisherman.
The poor without Christ are of all men the most miserable.
But the poor with Christ...
are princes and kings of the earth.
In the afternoon, we would walk with him...
while he unwound
fishermen were already in
and had butchered their marlin out...
... carried them laid full-length
across two planks to the fish house...
... where they waited for the ice truck
to carry them to the market in Havana.
"Can I offer you a beer on the terrace?"
The boy asked.
"Why not?" the old man said.
"Between fisherman."
Two beers, Martin. Please.
They sat on the terrace and many
fishermen made fu
fishermen were already in
and had butchered their marlin out...
... carried them laid full-length
across two planks to the fish house...
... where they waited for the ice truck
to carry them to the market in Havana.
"Can I offer you a beer on the terrace?"
The boy asked.
"Why not?" the old man said.
"Between fisherman."
Two beers, Martin. Please.
They sat on the terrace and many
fishermen made fu
Master And Commander Script
- (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.
W
fishermen
and their fathers and grandfathers
that when the fog returns to Antonio Bay,
the men at the bottom of the sea,
out in the water by Spivey Point,
will rise up
and search for the campfire
that led them to their dark, icy death.
Twelve oclock.
The st of April.
Its midnight and weve just started
into the witching hour.
This is Stevie Wayne,
on top of the world tonight
and Ill be here right