All language subtitles for Gorgo.1961.1080P.BLURAY.X264-WATCHABLE

- Sam, it's looking terribly ugly.

The men are getting edgy.

- Yeah, so am I.

Come on, Joe.
Make it snappy, will ya?

Come on, let's get outta here.

- Wait a minute, Sam.

There's thousands of
dollars worth of stuff

on that old rust bucket.

I'm not getting outta here without it.

- Are you kidding?

Stop worrying. Stake it out,
I'll be back up in 10 minutes.

- He's been down half an hour.

I know these waters well, Sam.

I've never seen the like of this before.

- Get me a lung,
I'm going down to get him.

He's come up.

- Beware! A sea monster!

- Secure forward, damn it!

- Watch out!

Leave it!

I got you!

- Not as bad as I thought, Joe.

- How long to get it into shape?

- Ah, rudder stock's bent.

Couple of sprung plates.
- Uh-huh.

- That mess on deck...three, four days.

And we're out of fresh water.

- Let's go ashore and see
what they've got. Ready, Sam?

Look there.

- I've never seen
anything like that before.

The whole ocean bottom
must have been torn up.

Looks like they were pretty hard hit.

- Yeah.

Hi. Is there a harbormaster
we can talk to?

Gaelic, huh?

- Doesn't sound like
"welcome" in any language.

- Hey, kid, is your father at home?

- I don't have a father.

- Oh, does the harbormaster live here?

- It's the right place
you've come to then.

Come in.

- You say the harbormaster lives here?

- Yes, but it's a city man, he is.

A government man.

- Oh, who is he? What's he do?

- McCartin's his name. Calls
himself an archeologist.

- What's your name?

- Sean. I work for him.

- Doing what?

- Oh, bit of this and a bit of that.

Cleaning up the things he finds.

- What things?

- You want to see them then?

- Yeah, sure.

- Well, what do you know?

- That's been under the sea
for a thousand years, they say.

- Viking, looks like.
- Yeah.

- That's it.

There was a great sea battle
right off the bay here,

and we Irish drove them
off and sank their ships.

- What's that?

- That's Ogra, the sea spirit.

Just groundwork he did that day.

- Sounds like Saint
Patrick and the snakes.

- What are you doing here? You, get out.

- I'm Joe Ryan. My partner, Sam Slade.

- How are ya?

- McCartin's the name.

Salvage wrestling, aren't you?
- Yeah.

- I thought so.

Did the boy tell you about all this?

- Yeah, a little.

- This stuff has no real
value, except to us eggheads.

But since it turned up, no
ship's allowed at Nara Island

for more than 24 hours without a permit.

- Well, look, friend, we're not seaworthy.

We won't be for three or four days.

- I don't make the orders.
That's the way it is.

- Anyway, we're afloat. Come on, Sam.

Hey, how about fresh water?

- We'll give you that.
- Thanks.

- No hard feelings now.
- Oh no.

- Do you believe him? About this permit?

- No.
- Well, something's

eating him.

I wonder what?

- I don't know. Come on.

Maybe we'll swing a little
more weight around here

If we find out.

- Hey, Joe, look.

- Slagger off, Harry.

Are you having any luck?

- You know, Joe, they can talk English

every bit as good as you and I can.

They just don't want to, that's all.

- You try 'em, Harry.

- He said there's no time
for talking with strangers

and McCartin does all the
talking on the island.

- Two of the divers didn't come up, Joe.

They think they're gone.

- Gone?

- There's one.

- So that's what's worrying McCartin.

- He's dead.
- Dead? How?

- You saw him come up.

If you ask me, he died of fright.

This is crazy.

There was a man lost down
there today. Not even a trace.

Another one saw something
that scared him to death.

- Look, Sam, you don't
want to go, don't go.

- I'm going, all right.

Just to make sure that you get back.

- Sure. With
a hat full of gold.

Get set.

- Yeah, okay.

- What did you see, Sam?

- I don't know, but whatever it was,

I never wanna see it again.

- How goes it, Sam?

- These are the last few
barrels coming on board now.

- Drop a few back, kid, will ya?

- McCartin wants to see ya.

It's a fine rage he's in.

-Ohitis, is it?

Look, kid. Get down off there, will ya?

- About the permit.

- What about the permit?
- It's a heathen lie.

- Maybe we better see what
this joker's got in mind.

Where is he?
- Come on then.

- Harry.

- What's going on here?
- They think a shark

got the man who was lost.

- Mr. McCartin, I hear you've got a beef.

- You were snooping around out there.

My divers told me.

- Yeah, and I suppose
they told you to give us

all that jazz about a permit.

- Are you doubting my word?

- You're right, Mr. McCartin, I am.

- After you load with
water, you leave. Tonight.

- The sooner the better.

- It's Ogra.

- Hit him! Right there!

- That's it! Hey!

- Hold it! Hold it!

- Wait! Oh, no!

- Come on! Hurry!

Move it! Move it!

Go! Hurry, hurry!

Come on! Move it!

- Shoot!

- No! No!

No!
- Let go!

- Quiet! Quiet!

- Now there's a man looks
like he's got a real problem.

- Uh-huh, and I'll bet
he'd pay through the nose

if you could solve it for him.

- Quiet!

Quiet, all of you! Will you be quiet now?

- Hey. Hey, mister.

We'll be wanting a passage
on your ship just as soon

as his nibs here gets
around to giving us our pay.

- Now, hold on.

You'll get your pay if you like,

there'll be no taking
a passage on any ship.

- Why not?
- Yeah, why not?

- Come with me, please.

Now, for God's sake, let's
go inside and talk about it.

- Sure.

- If they all leave now,
my port men, my divers,

the lot of them, the whole
thing will go to smash.

- Me, I kind of see their point.

Got any other reason for
not wanting them to leave?

- What do you mean?
- Oh, like, ah,

maybe they'd talk too much.

- Where did you get those?
- Same place as you.

Supposing we got rid of
that thing for you...

- The beast?

Do you think you can?
- Maybe.

Let's take another look
in there first, huh?

Open the safe.

You've done all right for yourself.

How about this for a down payment?

Do you like this one, Sam?

- You must be out of your mind.

A thing like that's priceless.

And how do you think you're
going to dispose of it?

- Oh, you must have figured out a way.

I'll bet we can.

- You dirty blackmailer!
- Shut up!

You're getting off easy, friend.

Could have grabbed the lot.

- When will you start?
- Now.

Why not?

- Mr. Ryan!

Mr. Ryan!

- What is it, kid?

- You'll be trying to catch him? Ogra?

- Yeah, maybe.

Not afraid, are ya?
- No.

But it's a bad thing you're doing.

A terrible, bad thing, Mr. Ryan.

- Why don't you call me Joe?

- Okay, Joe.

- Okay, Sean.

- We might be able to
catch him in the nets.

- Yeah.
- But how do you propose

to kill a thing like that?

- Oh, I don't know. Dynamite, maybe.

- Ever stop to think
what a thing like that

might be worth alive?

- You really think you'll
catch him with that?

- Sure, why not?

I figure that the lights'll
act as a sort of lure.

- If that doesn't work,
we'll try something else.

- Okay, Harry, come on.
- Okay.

- Johnny, Pat!

- Ready when you are, Joe.

Okay. Take her up!

Take her out. Out!

Lower, away!

Down!

- Sam? Can you hear me?

- Yeah, I can hear you.

- Ah, get me about 15 fathoms.

- Down!

- Sam?

Sam?
- Ten fathoms.

How's that?

- Okay, that'll do.

Give me four to five knots.

Yeah, slow engine, head it down the bay.

- Slow engine.

Sam, can you hear me? Stop engines!

- Stop engines!

- Take me up, Sam. Not too fast.

I don't want to lose him.
- Slow up.

Up, up.

- Sam, Sam, pull up!
- Up, quick, quick!

Pull up, up!

- Sam, Sam, pull up!

- Pull up, up!

- Sam, Sam, pull up!

And quick!

Sam, pull up!

- She won't take anymore.
She'll snap the cables!

- Drop the nets, drop the nets!

- Drop the nets!

- All hands on nets! Hurry up!

This one, take it out!

- Sam, the nets!

- Drop it.

Drop it.

Steady on the winds!

Bring her in!

Tow her away.

- Tighten up those shackles.

- The headlines of the entire
world are being monopolized

by the news of the capture
of a fantastic monster,

seemingly of prehistoric origin,
off the coast of Ireland.

Puzzled scientists are already
speculating that the monster

may have been released from
some vast suboceanic cavern

far beneath the earth's crust

by unprecedented volcanic eruptions,

which occurred in the area last week.

- Some scientific
authorities are suggesting

that the whole thing is merely
an elaborate Irish hoax.

Nevertheless, the Irish
government are sending two

of their top paleontologists
to claim the creature

for Ireland if it does exist.

- There's your friend, professor.

- I'll tell my partner you're here.

- Radio, skipper.

- Those two professors from
Dublin have just come on board.

- Show 'em up.

- I wonder if you realize, Captain Ryan,

the enormous scientific
value of this discovery.

- I think we do, professor.

- Well, then,

the University of Dublin
wants to make preparations

to receive the animal.
- I see.

- You will proceed to Dublin,

where you'll be properly
compensated for your services.

- Oh, sure, sure.

- Yes. Well, we'll...we'll meet there.

Unless you would like
one of us to go with you?

- Oh, that won't be necessary, Professor.

- Oh, there's one thing.

The animal skin should be kept wet

with a continuous stream of water.

- I see.
- This is most important.

- I'll take care of it.

- When do you intend sailing, captain?

- Tonight, if that's okay by you.

- Sooner the better. See you in Dublin.

- University of Dublin.

Properly compensated.

Big deal.

- Take a look at this, Sam.

It's from Dorkin's Circus in London.

They offer 30,000
against 50% of the gross.

Set a course for London, Sam.

- I came to let you go back to the sea.

- You little nut head!

What do you think you're doing?

- Hey, take it easy.

- I came to let him go back to the sea

where he belongs.
- Why?

- Maybe to save your silly skins for ya.

- I have a good notion to
toss you over the side.

- You won't be sending me back now.

- Harry?
- Yeah?

- Better get our little
stowaway into a bunk

and wash his face.

Harry, put a guard on that thing 24 hours

and give him a rifle.
- Right now, Joe.

- I could be watching him for ya now.

- Yeah, you'd be great, wouldn't you?

- Now, if it so much as moves,

start shooting and then
run like the devil.

- Tell us something, kid.

Anyone ever see that thing before?

- And why should anybody have
to see it to know it's there?

- Go back to sleep, kid.

It's just phosphorus, Sam.

- But it's coming from the scuppers.

It's the water off the animal.

- So it's still salt water.

You seeing spirits, too?

- Men out! Men out, quick!

Come on!

- Get him ready for burial, Sam.

- Kid, I told you to stay below.

- Up, up.

Swing clear, keep her clear.

All right, lower it a bit.

- A creature unique in
evolutionary biology

and you turn it into a circus freak.

Outrageous. Quite apart from
the fact that you stole it.

- Now, that's a matter of opinion.

- What's the row about?

- They know absolutely
nothing about this animal.

It's extremely dangerous.

- We've managed to handle
it all right so far.

- It may be carrying
disease-bearing parasites,

or unknown bacteria, and you bring it

into the heart of a great city.

- Look, what do you want?

- First, the opportunity
to make a complete study.

- Okay. If it doesn't
interfere with business.

- Believe me, gentlemen,
once the animal's installed

in Battersea Park, you'll
be given every facility.

- I presume you've thought of
the need of giving the animal

a tranquilizing drug
before you transport it,

because if you haven't, you'd better.

- Very well. I'll lay that on then.

- Good day.

- In our most
unusual telecast to date,

we bring you the arrival of Gorgo.

This creature, which
should have been extinct

10 million years ago, is
truly an awesome sight

as it is transported through
the streets of modern London

on its way to Battersea Park.

Of course, Londoners are
notoriously skeptical

and a good many we've spoken
to still seem to think

it's all some sort of circus stunt.

But this animal is real.
Take my word for it.

The police have cleared
all unauthorized traffic

along the route as a
precautionary measure.

Although we're assured there's no danger,

the creature has been given
massive doses of tranquilizer.

Much closer to this thing and I could do

with a bit of tranquilizer myself.

Actually, it's no joke.

There are rumors that
the animal has killed

a number of persons already
in the process of its capture.

Now you see the circus
grounds at Battersea Park,

in the festival gardens, where
Gorgo, as he is called --

we don't know why -- will
be exhibited to the public.

Here we can see the intrepid Captain Ryan,

the one with the cap
getting out of the car

with his partner, Mr. Slade.

They are the men who captured the animal

and I don't envy them the job.

And our own Mr. Dorkin,
of Dorkin's Circus,

in the checkered suit.

And by the way, we'll be
interviewing Mr. Dorkin

shortly at Battersea
Park, so stay with us.

- And of course, ladies and
gentlemen, I realized at once

that this was the most
shattering scientific discovery

of the 20th century, and so I contracted

for the exhibition of the animal.

We've built a special enclosure,
you'll see it later on.

We rushed the job through
just so everyone in London

will have an opportunity of
seeing Gorgo for themselves.

- Question.
- I have a report

from Dublin that the Irish government

are gonna take legal proceedings
to recover the animal.

- Yes, I believe that to be true.

Of course, the matter will
have to go through the courts

in the usual way.

And since I have no way
of knowing how quickly

they'll reach their decision, I suggest

that anyone who wants to
see Gorgo does so soon

at Battersea Park.
- That name, Gorgo.

Does it have any special significance?

- Oh, my dear sir, of course,

the monster of Greek
mythology, the Gorgon,

a creature so terrifying
that the mere sight of it

would turn to man a stone. Excuse me.

- And how much money do you
expect to make out of it?

- I'l answer that question later on.

- Lower away.

- Lower away. Easy!

- Okay, Sam.
- Easy does it.

More! More!

- The tranquilizer seems to be working.

- So far.

- Wire cutters.
- Wire cutters, quick.

- Okay.

- Cut the net, Bosun.

- That's a hell of a dumb thing to do!

- Qver here!

- Flamethrowers!

- This way!

- Come on, this way.

- We'll take the other side.

- Give him another blast!

- Okay! He's turning!

- Move in! Watch your light function!

- Ow!

- I want cotton candy.
- Wait to see Gorgo.

Gorgo, the eighth wonder of the world.

Everybody in the world
is talking about Gorgo,

but only you can see him,
and only here, at Dorkin's.

Queuing both sides, five
shillings, ladies and gentlemen.

Bring the children, very
instructive. This way.

Hurry, hurry, hurry to see Gorgo.

The last remaining link
with prehistoric times.

Only five shillings, ladies and gentlemen,

five shillings to see Gorgo.

There are still a few remaining
places, queuing both sides.

Bring the children, very instructive.

What's that, madam?
Looks like your husband?

Go inside and find out.

Sixty-five foot high Gorgo and
heavier than six elephants!

- Ice cream, here. Get your ice cream.

- Peanuts! Popcorn!

Who wants a popcorn?

Roasted peanuts, here!

- Good eats!
- Peanuts!

- Ice cream!
- Popcorn!

- Coca Cola!
- Peanuts, popcorn!

Chocolate!

- Looks like a full house.

- Not bad.

- Hi, Sam.

- I was driving into town.
- Have fun.

- I thought you might like to come along.

Have a couple of drinks.

- I'm having a couple of drinks.

How's business?

- Great, great.

Why don't you get out of
this dump? Live a little.

I've got a suite of rooms
at the best hotel in town.

- This suits us.

- Whoa

- Look, Joe, these
animals are going crazy.

Something's gonna happen, I can feel it.

Mike's already been killed.
Who's gonna be next?

- I'm as sorry about Mike as you are.

It was a tough break, that's all.

- But he's got a wife and two kids.

- Okay, well, we'll send them some money.

- But he's dead and there's gonna be

a lot more tough breaks
before this is over.

- You've been listening to
your new partner too much.

- No. I've been listening to myself.

Hello?

Yeah, just a moment.

It's the professor. He says
they've been trying to find you.

- This time of night?

Hello?

Yeah.

Yeah, if you say so.

Okay.

He's found something
out. You coming along?

- Yeah, sure.

- Professor.
- Come in, gentlemen.

- Captain Ryan, the
creature you have captured

is not an adult specimen.

- You mean it isn't fully grown?

- No. In fact, we believe it
is in rather early infancy.

- Are you trying to say
there may be a fully-grown

one of these things around somewhere?

- It's a fair assumption.

Where there are offspring,
there are generally parents.

- How big would a full-grown one be?

- An approximate guess?

The infant, the adult.

- That will make him nearly 200 feet tall.

- At the very least.
- Obviously, the proper

authorities must be notified at once.

- What are you trying to do?

Stir up a whole hornet's nest
because of a few calculations

made on a piece of paper?

Nuts to that.
- I'm afraid, Captain Ryan,

the decision is no longer in your hands.

- Admiral Brooks.

I realize the situation is fantastic --

- One expects the fantastic
from you scientists these days.

- Tell me, Admiral, have you ever seen

the animal that was captured?

- I'm afraid I haven't had the time.

- Then perhaps you should
take the time and when you do,

remember it first appeared at Nara Island.

- Monitor reports there's
been no communication

with Nara Island for three days, sir.

- Three days?

- Her Majesty's aircraft
carrier, Royal Oak,

from the Admiralty White Hall.

Proceed to area N34 and
report any unusual sightings

or conditions in vicinity of Nara Island.

This is priority A.
Repeat, this priority A.

- Reconnaissance to Corvette,
alter course to 310.

Repeat, course 310.

- Right.

They've sighted something,
sir. Port, four points.

- Port, four points.

- Aye-aye, sir.

- Fire number one turret!

There he is! Fire!

- Reconnaissance to Corvette.

Observation negative. Repeat, negative.

- Admiral Brooks.

- Gentlemen, you've
been asked to come here

to supply us with any information

in your possession which might be helpful.

Nara Island has been destroyed.

Reconnaissance aircrafts have sighted

a creature in this area here.

- Excuse me, sir, that looks as though

the thing's heading for England.

- Quite, and that in itself
calls for an explanation.

You have one?

- Well, we were putting
a stream of water on it

during the passage.

It was Professor Flaherty's instructions.

Maybe it left some sort of track.

- I see. Is that possible?

- Yes, it's possible.

- Royal Oak for Admiral Brooks, please.

Royal Oak coming in for Admiral Brooks.

- Good.

They report at least two direct hits.

- You've killed it?

- It's disappeared beneath the sea.

They've saturated the area
with charges.

No living thing could escape.

It's certainly been killed.

- Come on, it's going down!

This thing's gonna blow!
- Push it!

- Capsized.

Sunk with every man aboard.

- This is terrible.

- Well, all right, now what?

- What would you do?
- Turn that thing

at the festival gardens loose, what else?

Take it back to the sea while
we've still got a chance.

- What the hell's the matter with you?

This is the 20th century.

There must be some way of
handling an overgrown animal.

- There's no doubt that
we can stop the creature.

We'll call you if we need you again.

Good evening, gentlemen.

- Sam, stop. He'll kill you.

- Turn him loose.
- Stop it, Sam.

He'll kill you.
- Give it a chance.

Let's let him go!
- Stop!

No, no, Sam!

He'll kill you!
- Come on, get away!

Sam, don't be crazy!

Stop it, Sam. You're crazy.

- Sam, Sam!

Sam, are you all right?

Sam, are you all right? Sam?

- He'll be all right, kid.
- Sam?

- Following the disaster
of this afternoon,

the loss of a destroyer with all hands,

the admiralty has deployed
major forces of the NATO fleet

off the mouth of the estuary
in an attempt to locate

and destroy the monster
even before it reaches

the coastal defenses.

- Regulate, 25.

- Still tracking, west 25.

- Back to task force.
Search 20 degrees west.

- Dive, dive, dive!

- Hatch secure, sir.

- Steady as you go for torpedo, tech.

Course 275, range 1,500.

- Course 275, sir.

- Firing depth.

- Ready to open fire, sir.

- Fire one.

Fire two.

- Having trouble in
target and search area.

- Rear tech broken, target
moving toward the estuary

too fast to follow.

- Get me submarine control, sector 28.

- We're just closing the last

of the submarine nets now, sir.

Yes, sir.

- Herel

- Yes? Yes!

One moment. The nets are being torn!

And the connection is gone.

- I see.

No, there's nothing
further you can do now.

The creature's got
through, smashed the nets.

Get me River Patrol.

- I'm just off the embankment,
about a hundred yards away.

I can see the huge beast still advancing.

The second line of defense
has been organized,

greatly reinforced.

- Ready for boarding, Charlie!

- Oh, watch it now! Man your stations!

- Petrol lines ready, sir!

- Open the valves!

Abandon ship! Come!

Come on, hop to it!

Tell 'em you're ready.

Up here, behind those sandbags.

Fire!

Get me Army headquarters.

- No, atomic weapons
are out of the question

in any built up area.

Tanks? Of course.
- Roll out, roll out!

Up you go.

- Attention. This is a special bulletin.

Civil defense authorities have
declared a state of emergency

for all London areas within three miles

of the River Thames.

Streets must be kept clear for military

and defense personnel.

If you are without shelter,

go to the nearest
underground and stay there.

The streets must be
kept clear for military

and defense personnel.

- All right, Sergeant, get
your men up there in front.

- Come on, come on!
- Come on, let's go!

- Get to there orderly.

- On the double!

Come on!
- Get off the streets.

Go to your homes.

Don't panic.

You will be notified when
the emergency is over.

Get off the streets
and move to your homes!

- This way!
- Come on!

Get a move on!

- Up there, right there! Move it, move it!

Take your positions!

- Targeting positions!

- It's advancing up river
directly towards us.

Very good, sir.

- While the Army
indicates full confidence,

they report growing
casualties among their forces.

We are told that Downing Street
IS In constant communication

with other world capitals, where
grave concern is expressed.

- Call headquarters, shoot the flares!

- Open sight, fire! Standby!

- Commence!

Fire!

- The bridge is gone!

One of London's oldest landmarks,
smashed like match wood.

Nothing can stop this
beast so far. Nothing!

Not even point blank cannon fire.

- Yes, it tore a bridge out.

Yeah, the power of this
thing is fantastic!

- Check the missile units.
- Yes, sir.

Hello.

- Come on!

Back, back. Come back.

On missile?
- Yes, sir.

Call out, please.

We're moving into position now, sir.

Any estimate as to the time of alert, sir?

- No, but standby.

- We're zeroing in now, sir.

Yes, sir, I will. Forty degrees, 620.

Fire!

- What's that? Come on.

- He's burned out a connection.

Where's Sean?

Sean!

Come on.

- All homes in this area
must be evacuated at once.

Do not delay.

You have no time to
remove your belongings.

Get out of the area.

Proceed in a westernly direction.

Run that way, Sam!

- We'll meet back at Battersea!

- Sean!

- Stop pushing!

- Take it easy!
- Hey!

- It's all right, Sean.

We'll be all right.

It's all right. You'll be all right now.

Come on, Sean.

- This is Piccadilly, the heart of London.

Words can't describe it.
There's been nothing like it.

Not even the worst of the blitz.

This section is complete shambles!

People running mad with
fear, broken gas mains,

fires everywhere.

I can't see anything at all.

There's...there's too much smoke.

- Piccadilly Circus?

Oh, there's no way of telling where

this thing will turn next.

I don't care how important
it is, you must interrupt.

It's imperative that I speak
to the minister at once.

- We are in Hell! Repent!

- I can't go any further!
- Oh, you must!

Come on!

- The sins of ! Repent!

Prepare! Prepare for thy destruction!

Repent! Repent!

Repent!

- I see.

Well, let me know the moment you are.

Thanks for coming.
- It's undoubtedly heading

for Battersea Park, sir,
that's the place to stop it.

- How much voltage do you
estimate would be required

for electrocuting this animal?

- Two million, three million volts.

It's only a guess. There's not
much precedent to go on, sir.

- Right. Get me Battersea Power Station.

- Is he okay?

- He'll be all right.

- Switch on, full power!

- We're waiting at Battersea.

Waiting, hoping, praying for a miracle.

The entire electricity
of all industrial London

has been diverted to the wires surrounding

the small animal's enclosure.

Will it be enough? Will it be
enough to stop the huge beast?

Will the miracle be granted, or will it be

yet another of man's
puny efforts to oppose

this irresistible force of ancient nature?

- Hey, Sam. I'm sorry I was wrong.

- Power circuit has just
been completed, sir.

- What's the reading?
- Four billion volts

and full amperage, sir.

The wires won't take anymore.

- This is good! She's going down!

No, no, she's tearing the wires.

She's lumbering now!

We prayed for a miracle,

maybe our prayers have been answered.

A great city overwhelmed, exhausted,

lies helpless under the immeasurable power

and ferocity of this towering apparition

from before the dawn of history.

Yet, as though disdaining
the Pygmies under her feet,

she turns back, turns with her young,

leaving the prostrate city,

leaving the haunts of man,

and leaving man himself
to ponder the proud boast

that he alone is lord of all creation.

- They're going back now.

Back to the sea.