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It's a locomotive engine in there.
Imagine the sound of that.

- Will it let us sleep, do you think?
- Don't you worry.

We'll be so knackered,

it would take this whole shebob
sinking to wake us.

Next in line.

Good morning to you.
Have you your orders for me?

Any tips, sir, for a first-timer?

The advice
I'm about to give you holds

whether it's your virgin voyage
or your twentieth.

Then I'm keen to hear it, sir.

When the ship sets sail,
be sure you're aboard. Here you are.

Sir.

See you in a month's time
for first muster, Mr. Hickey.

Next up, step forward.

Some of what these men
have packed is...

impractical at best, Francis.

If we're to make it inland
before winter, this cannot hold.

It's a long march, James.

There will be time to reconsider.

Things will drop away.

To ask these men
to see these bits of who they are

as one more threat to them...

No.

Let them get some miles behind them
before we ask them to do that.

But these first miles
are some of the hardest miles,

and we don't know yet if the advance
party made it to shore.

Exactly.

The first land camp
must be up by now.

Maybe they will have dinner...

We don't even know if they made it
back to shore, Manson.

We would have heard word by now
if there was an attack.

Somebody would have come back.
There's almost 50 of them.

It could be attacking now.

If it comes, it comes.

All you can do is make sure
you're not the one in its jaws.

Thank you, Mr. Hickey.

I hope I'm stood next to you
when it comes.

You've just given me permission
for a good shove.

It's been waiting for us
to do exactly what we're doing.

There's no defenses out there.

Fear is a choice, Billy.

Ignorance is a choice.

As is believing Lieutenant Fairholme
is on his way back with help.

Or that these natives
are our friends.

- Gently with that one, please.
- It's all right.

Has Mr. Bridgens seen you today?

Aye.

The mandragora is no longer helping?

I'm sorry for that.

Mr. Bridgens, I'll increase the dose
the rest of what we safely can,

or try another remedy -

coca wine or a stronger tonic.

These might put you in a bit of
a haze, but it could be worth it.

Are these our own choices, Cornelius,

or are they being made for us?

What are you asking, Billy?

They also told us the lemon juice
would ward off the scurvy.

I heard when it gets bad,
the gums pull back.

Scars dissolve and open back up.

No, no, no, no, no.

Say what's on your mind.

You're among friends.

Am I?

We could make a go of it
for ourselves, couldn't we?

A smaller group.

Because 40 men are going to be too
slow on that ice, let me tell you.

Well, the ice will be
slow-going regardless.

- But once we make land...
- Then it would be better to wait...

until the larger group hauls
all the supplies to solid ground.

It would, yes.

That gives us time, then,
to think things through.

I suspect there are others
who would be friendly to this.

It would be good to find a few more.

Sort the ranks out of this
in advance.

We're leaving enough food
to see you through winter.

Enough coal
to last that long as well.

It will be enough
if all of you berth back here.

A thaw may yet surprise us.

If it does, sail south
past King William and hug the shore.

That is what
we will be doing as well.

If you make it back onto the charts
at Cape Herschel,

sail east into the strait here

that cuts King William off
from the mainland.

It's either landblocked
or, as I believe, open.

Either way, go no further.

The mouth to Back's Fish River
is just here.

We will signal from the mainland side

if we have yet to cross then
from the King William side.

But if you do not see any sign of us
by September 1st,

it means we are already inland...

and you should turn around
and sail hard...

out and away.

Any version of this, you realize,

makes you men the first
to complete the Passage.

I hope it happens. I do.

The sacrifice
that you men are making...

deserves a great reward.

You needn't worry yourself, sir.

If we're to perish,
we prefer to do it here,

under English blankets
and smelling English coal.

Not out there in that void.

That's reward enough.

Bid your farewells
to the others, then.

Find our assigned sledge
and settle your personals.

This next bit a captain does alone.

So I've heard.

The men are behind you, sir.

Very much behind you.

Friend, mother, lover -

all the things they say
a ship is to a captain

and they miss
the only thing that matters.

Confessor.

This ship knows everything
about me, Thomas.

In '37 when George Back wrecked it,

tugged it home across the Atlantic...

she was barely afloat.

No one could believe
she kept herself up.

She may well triumph.

Give the word, Lieutenant Irving.

Forward, men!

- What do you report, Mr. Hartnell?
- Just more spinning, sir.

But we are definitely
on Lieutenant Little's tracks.

They're windblown
and the ridges have shifted,

but they're definitely still intact.

He's got a feeling for it, this one.

Very well.
I'll continue to rely on your eyes.

Help us find our way safely,
Mr. Hartnell.

Yes, sir.

Right, move it on. Move the boat.

Lead them off, Lieutenant.

Everyone. Including you, Mr. Hickey.

Mr. Collins.

Is Mr. Morfin camped near you?

He's in the tent just next, sir.

And how are you faring, then?

Well enough?

Actually, I don't know
how any of us could be...

"well," really, with what's happened.

Here.

What's the worst of it, Collins...
that you would be willing to share?

It might help to say it out loud.

I've tried, sir.

Well, you haven't tried with me.

It's relentless.

If you don't sleep
you're no good to anyone.

Take the watch over there.

I didn't want to go to Carnivale.

I compelled myself to go.

I compel myself to do everything now.

I have to try
to convince myself that...

there won't be any...

problems.

And then there are.

There are a lot of problems now.

In the dive helmet...

it smells of grease.

Did you know that?

No.

It's a problem
to be in my job and be...

Be what?

Afraid of the smell of grease.

I can smell it everywhere.

I didn't used to think about it,

like sawn wood from all the coffins
Mr. Honey's built.

My father used to be a belly builder.
He made the wood parts for pianos.

I used to play in the shavings.

Now I have a different sense
of that smell.

And now I can't stop
smelling Carnivale.

The smoke, you mean?

More the meat.

The boys who died...

they were cooking.

Like fillets grilling.

Some of them were my friends.

I was screaming,
"Help them! Help them!"

But my mouth went dry to wet
the second I smelled them.

I couldn't stop it. I'm sorry for it.

My nose and my stomach,
they don't know horrible from supper.

But I do.

I do.

Captain.

Come.

Sorry to disturb you.

The matter we discussed -
the tins, sir.

What about them?

The hunting parties you proposed,
might they begin now, please?

Out here, on the pack?
What do you propose we hunt?

Seal, bear.

It takes years for a Netsilik to
learn seal hunting. You know that.

The men cannot continue
to eat these tins, sir.

They must.

For now.

- I know it's unhelpful to hear.
- Profoundly unhelpful... sir.

Mr. Wall is preparing
the next round as we speak.

Every tin consumed,
our situation is...

The moment we set foot
on King William Island,

I will commence hunting parties.

Who knows?

We may get lucky with some caribou.

That you and Lieutenant Gore
found none a year ago

does not mean
we can't fare better now.

We share a burden, you and I.

Keeping this.

One line. One line.

Scrub up.

How much do you want to wager
that dog's rations are equal to ours?

He's earning his keep, I reckon.

I've got you! I've got you!

That's it! That's it!

You shouldn't be on any watch you
haven't got the bottom for, Morfin!

I'm sure he'd relieve you of watch
duty if Mr. Goodsir knew you...

Oh, good Christ.

Our sweep this morning was further
out than yesterday's dog watches,

or Morfin here
would never have seen it.

Can you make out who they are?

It's Lieutenant Fairholme's
sledge party.

Who else has seen this, or knows?

Just us four now, sir.

On pain of a full court martial,

no one is to hear of this

until such time
as Captain Fitzjames and myself

decide to share it with the men.

Yes, sir.

Eighteen miles.

That's all they made.

Our rescue.

Halt!

Halt!

We'll have to go up in switchbacks.

We should send the first runner group
to set the belays.

Aye, but there's no telling
what the other side will give us.

I mean, this here might be
the handsome face of it.

And the hopeful one.

You're right.

I'll go first... with James.

We'll sight what we sight

and report.

Even the flag's up.

We needn't have worried, Francis.

If we have luck finding game...

we can spend several weeks here.

It would be best to tamp down every
trace of illness before continuing.

It was a hard trip,
even for the halest in our party.

I never want to feel ice
under my boots again.

If we make it out of this...

all these men deserve medals in gold.

If we make it out of this,

the men deserve
every gold thing there is.

Did you sight anything at all
on your trek here?

We saw no signs of the creature,
if that's your question.

Sir. Lieutenant.

The perimeter's drawn now,

but it's not loaded.

How do you mean, Sergeant?

I'd like to recommend arming
some additional men in camp.

Even with our camp tightly pitched,

the size of the perimeter
still concerns me.

We're only eight Marines now,
and it would be a help to us

to bolster our numbers, armed.

- Who first comes to mind?
- I've put some thought into it.

Armitage, he's a crack shot,

as is Crispe.

Manson's up to it, seems to me.

Seeley, Coombs.
Mr. Hickey would be a good help.

We'll hold off on that.

Sir, I recommend that we...

It will be a waxing moon
tonight, yes?

Near to full.

We'll be able to see miles
in every direction.

If something comes hunting us,

there will be time to ring the alarm
and arm more men, even from sleep.

The site was well chosen.

It's going to be difficult to
surprise us on such level ground, hm?

Aye, sir.

We can revisit this,
but for the moment

the armory is closed past arms
for marines and officers.

Aye, sir.

I do understand
why he makes that request, sir.

As do I.

The reason is sound.

Some of those names are not.

I am trying.

Who's that now?

Somebody, help us!

That doesn't promise well.

Help!

There's no attack, men. It's Morfin.

He staggered out
and just collapsed, sir.

What do you need, Morfin?

I need you to shoot me.

Will you do it? Will you, please...

Put me down.

John.

My head.

Cut it off.

Put it with the others.

No one is going to put you down.

Private, be careful!

No one fire! No one fire!

Mr. Morfin is in great pain.

He'd like us to end it for him.

Do not.

Weapons down.

Down.

I have... options, Morfin.

Things to try. We discussed this.

I have... wine of coca, for instance.

That will certainly be
a tonic for you

now we're stopped and camped.

John. John.

If Dr. Goodsir thinks
that wine of coca will help...

it's worth trying, isn't it?

You'll never get yourself
back to Gainsborough

if you don't try everything.

Gainsborough, yes?

Where your people are.

Seaman Morfin, lower your weapon.

That's an order.

You're clear, Sergeant.

Carry Mr. Morfin to the stores tent.

Bury him in the morning.

Lieutenant Hodgson,
will you oversee it, please?

Go back to your tents, men.

Try to get some sleep.

The night you accompanied Mr. Hickey
to subdue Lady Silence.

Is there more to that story
than we've heard?

Were others involved,
even indirectly?

You have my trust, Mr. Hartnell,

but you needn't answer
if it puts you in a corner.

It's not that, sir.

There was a fourth man.

Sergeant Tozer?

No, sir.

Watch Mr. Armitage.

We'll watch him together
if you're willing, Mr. Hartnell.

- My apologies, sir.
- It's all right, Jopson.

Thank you, Mr. Hartnell.

We'll speak again.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

You should have fetched me
when you woke to dress, sir.

I couldn't sleep.

You should have fetched me
for that, too.

I have the drops Dr. MacDonald
mixed for you last summer.

And how does it feel, not being
fetched for drops or drawers?

Miserable, sir.

That is my job you are shaving away.

You should also know that Mr. Hoar

reports that Neptune
is missing again.

He says he thinks he may
have left the gate unlocked.

Well, he'll come back
when he's hungry.

Sir.

I need to hold a command meeting
this morning

for Captain Fitzjames
and the lieutenants.

I'll let you gather them.

Oh, thank you very much, sir.

We have an emergency with
our tinned provisions, gentlemen.

Not just rotting.

Dr. Goodsir has discovered
a more insidious issue,

which has been silently
undercutting all of us for years.

It's how they were manufactured.

All the cans?

Every single one of them?

Hunting parties begin today.

One south, one east.

Each party will have two officers
and four mixed men.

They will surely have concerns
about traveling any distance

in such small numbers,

but it is a risk
we urgently need to take.

If we're unable to find game, sir?

Then we will proceed as we have
and keep moving south.

I'll take south.

Lieutenant Irving can take east.

You'll stay in camp with
Commander Fitzjames and myself.

We need to start planning
the fresh-water parties.

But that leaves
only three lieutenants, sir.

Because it is needed,

and because it is deserved,

I am making a promotion this morning.

An emergency measure, if you will.

But one that is wholly sincere.

To my knowledge,
this has never been done.

But then... much of what
we are now doing has never been done,

so... I don't want there
to be any confusion over this.

Someone on this expedition
has earned our trust,

respect and confidence...

in a way that merits absolute
a place at this table.

Well, gentlemen,

we have a new lieutenant
to welcome this morning.

James.

Let me clarify, Jopson.
I mean a third lieutenant.

There is some modicum of protocol
that must be observed, even here.

Look at your face.

Congratulations, Jopson.

- Well done.
- Thank you.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

- Good luck.
- Thank you.

Did you hear about...

Lieutenant Jopson?

It's best if we keep our talk low.

Very well.

What do you think happened
to Morfin last night?

What was it?

He was tired of being in pain.
It made him desperate.

Because he was ill.

I'll how?

Scurvy.

I suppose.

Enough men are showing sign of it.

- It's not scurvy.
- Dr. Goodsir said...

Dr. Goodsir's lying to you.

To all of us.

As is the captain.

And not only about this.

What happened to Morfin
is happening to all of us.

And Goodsir, Crozier, know it.

It's going to keep happening, as long
as we're eating from the tins.

Something in them
is making us weak and weird,

building up in the body.

And how do we know this?

An Erebite heard Mr. Goodsir

telling doctors MacDonald and Peddie

something of it at Carnivale.

But no one told you.

But if that's true...

what can we do about it?

We have nothing else to eat.

We're moving further south now.

- More chance of running into game.
- Then we'll be spared.

Say we catch a ring seal.

Let's say we catch three.

Red meat.

Fresh meat...

that can get us off these tins.

What happens on that day,
when you've finally got...

a decent plate of meat
in front of you?

Who is that?

Who?

Lieutenant Hodgson, it's not a man.

Though it did belong to one.

- What have you done?
- Just... keep listening.

I know this will make sense to you.
Maybe only to you.

With even this amount of meat,

we could have a capital meal,

right now, the three of us.

We could make it last several days.

Under Crozier's plan,
we divide this... meat...

into nearly 100 portions, until
each of us gets next to nothing.

Now, even if we find game -

even bigger game than this -

with the help of Crozier's...

Esquimaux "friends"...

it would have to be in numbers we
can all agree are next to impossible.

Crozier's plan... is bootless.

And you know it.

God, blind me.

You've made a mistake, Mr. Hickey.

This dog was our alarm
against the creature.

It broke its front leg on the rocks.

I found it.

And I put it down.

I'm not asking you
to believe me about that.

What are you asking me?

There will be a moment

when the numbers make sense
to more of the men.

And when that moment comes...

we need an officer...

who sees things clearly.

I'm not a captain.

I'm not made of that.

You can be
whatever you need to be now.

Survival is a nasty
piece of business.

But we do what we have to do.

We reconfigure.

We reinvent.

We rearrange.

Let me be your lieutenant

in a new arrangement.

Let us get out, together.

Let's put our hope in our own hands.

Because what I have
to tell you next...

is going to stamp out
most of the hope you've been given.

A mate of mine was stationed on
a ship in Baffin Bay for two seasons

and said caribou doesn't have
the tallow beef does.

The taste is strong...

and tastes more strongly
of what is the animal's diet.

Would that be rocks here, then?

The word "diet"
comes from the Greek diaita.

"A way of life."

We've an hour left
before we need to return.

Let's cover more ground.

I'll go east with Mr. Armitage
and Mr. Pocock.

Farr, Hickey, you're with me.

We'll go south, walk half an hour,
then turn back.

We'll meet at this spot.

Lieutenant.

My God!

Stay here.

I'll approach them alone.
We don't want to spook them.

The captain said so, didn't he?

My name is Lieutenant John Irving...

of Her Majesty's Royal Navy.

John.

John.

Koveyook.

Koveyook.

- Koveyook.
- Koveyook. Koveyook.

John.

John.

John.

My friends and I, we are...

are...

We're looking for game.

Food.

Food. Food. Food, yes.

Yes.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You... stay here.

Please.

You stay.

What happened?

Hickey!

Hickey! Hickey!

Head down.

Welcome aboard, Mr. Morfin.

Glad to be here, sir.

Thank you. Head down.

I see my signature here, but
I don't...

Oh, I've grown a beard.

- I thought it would be smart.
- Yes.

- It can't hurt, where we're off to.
- That's what I thought.

- Head down.
- This way?

- Yes.
- Thank you.

Yes?

Cornelius Hickey, caulker's mate.

Your new home, Mr. Hickey.

Once you've unpacked, check in
with Mr. Darlington, the caulker.

- He's on the orlop.
- The orlop, sir, is...?

It's the deck just below.

Have you been on a ship before?

Not like this one, sir.

A change of pace, then?

A change of everything, sir.