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I reckon we've well outstripped Poggety by now.

Aye, you'll be at least two days a sterner, sir.

He's a good sailor, is the Osmond, sir.

We'll be first in food share, I never fear.

Only half the race.

The ship that first puts a line ashore in Liverpool's the winner.

You leave the sailing to me, sir.

I give you my word, we'll be first home with the team.

You'd better be right, Mr. Bain.

The winner controls their need in line for teamship.

Are you comfortable?

Yes, thank you, James.

How long will it be now?

You've asked me that same question every day for the past month.

I promise you, our son will be born in Liverpool.

I've two reasons now for a fast passage, eh?

Are you sure you're eating enough?

James, I never stop eating.

Well, those bouts of sickness you had before we left home... I told you at the

time it was nothing more than a woman's ailment.

Don't look so worried.

The moment we reach Fu Chao, you shall have the best doctor available.

When will that be?

I'll show you.

Here, no, you sit where you are.

Here we are.

Now, I reckon Fogarty's about two days astern.

We should be in Foochow within about 48 hours.

Then we'll be loaded and homeward bound before he can get his mooring lines out.

Oh, don't be overconfident, James. The teacrop may not be ready.

Oh, yes, it will.

Our cable from Liverpool requesting our agent to hold 10 ,000 cases against our

company, whatever the cost.

We shall win this race, Anne.

And then Albert shall build not one but a fleet of steamships for our soon -to

-inherit, eh?

I reckon old Eden's got the legs of it.

Aye, but we're showing a trick or two yet, Mr. Bunny.

Keep every stitch on, eh?

In four or five days, we shall be in Foochow.

The mate said James and Eden might be there in two.

He's outsmarted and out -sailed you, and I can't imagine what you find so

amusing in the situation.

It is my money you're gambling with, remember?

Our money, dear.

Sometimes I think that's the only reason you married me.

Oh, Emma.

Stop being childish.

All right, what is it this time?

Oh, gross.

Little Miss Precious mustn't be touched.

Have you forgotten we're married?

Forgive me, Daniel, please.

It's shipboard life.

No privacy.

Poor seamen and their vulgar language.

I've not had one scrap of civilised conversation since we left home.

Well, if that tittle -tattle you and your lady friends indulge in passes for

conversation, then you're better off for being without it.

I'm sorry, Daniel.

Aye, sorry for yourself.

Why shouldn't I be?

What sort of a honeymoon is this, cooked up together in a ship's cabin?

What do you expect on your honeymoon? To bring all your friends along with it?

We have your tea ready to load, Captain.

1 ,000 chests of finest Pico and 9 ,000 chests of best Kongu. You appreciate

that because we are to hold it for you in the face of fierce competition.

The reserve price will be an extra one pound a ton.

I'm sure my principal will raise no objection.

And your principal is?

Mr. Mitchell.

Ah, Mr.

Mitchell's reputation is quite well known with us.

But he does seem in an extraordinary hurry to have his shipment this year. I

know there is always a demand for the first of the new crops, but... What?

Oh, do yourself, Captain.

Cable is from Liverpool.

Price, apparently, no object.

And we also have instructions from Callan and Company of Liverpool to load

of the cracked tea clippers, seemingly rerouted from Yokohama, and to keep her

standing by.

Callan shipped it, sir.

The Viper, she's word just asterned of you.

Her captain has instructions that he's to change over with the Captain Fogarty

of the Pandora the moment she arrives.

Devil.

Four months at sea.

And now you expect me simply to transfer from one ship to another without time

to set foot on land.

Really, it's not just... Sir James O 'Neill has outsmarted me, I see.

Well, we shall be sailing for Liverpool before he's even begun loading.

I might have known Fogarty'd have some trick up his sleeve.

A viper.

His new clipper's rightly named.

And she's a fly, sir.

Fogarty'll be out with the tide in the morning. That'll give him at least two

days' lead.

I know that.

Well, you're the old China, and what do we do?

Two things, sir.

The barometer's dropping, and I heard the rumble of thunder in the northwest

this morning.

And some flashes of lightning in them mountains.

So, I looked over the side. There was quite a quantity of yellow mud swirling

around the river. Now, I think we're due for the burst of the monsoon.

It can't be good, Jamaica.

It, uh, keeps the fever off, sir.

Get off with it.

Now, if Mr. Fogarty sails before us in the monsoon, he'll need to navigate very

cautiously, because this river's full of spit from flamboyant.

And he can't use his speed until he's clear, and that'll take him 12 arids at

least. That applies to both of us. So where's the advantage?

Well, in the old days, sir, we learned a trick. There used to be fleets of

Chinese war junks lying in wait for us downriver.

And when the monsoon breaks, the headwaters come roaring down in full

when that river runs, it takes everything before it.

including their treasurer's sandbags. So what we used to do, we used to set our

storm cameras only and hang on to our mooring lines, and when the wind came,

chop through it, and away we go.

Could work.

Before Crockety knows it, we'll be snapping at his heels.

There's the bell to you, sir, and Mrs. O 'Neill, and the young 'un to be.

You suggested two things, fans. What was the other one, eh?

Well, I had a close look at Mr. Fogarty's viper, and I think he's made a

in choosing her for this race.

You do, do you?

Aye. She carries a pair of canvas, but she's broad in the beam. She's the heavy

weathership. At roaring 40, she'd snore along and leave it standing.

Well, on this passage, we're in for our share of fitful winds. Aye.

So we change our fore and main yards round. You see, that'll give us an extra

two widths of canvas on the fore.

Now, that's perfect for light winds.

Once in the Indian Ocean, we change them back again.

I'll take your advice.

Arouse them out in the morning and put the work to hand. But we won't change

back. We'll rig an extra main yard, an extra six feet, I decide.

But a sudden squall would take the sticks right out of it, sir. It's a

we'll have to take.

I intend to win this race, come hell or high water.

My son will be born in Liverpool.

I can't find anything seriously wrong.

A light fever, perhaps, but I recommend Butley's sedative with a little opium.

As a sovereign remedy, three times a day.

Oh, my fee will be five dollars for the consultation and half a dollar for the

specific.

Oh, thank you kindly.

I'll call every day until you sail.

That won't be necessary. We sail with the tide. Good day to you, Doctor. Oh,

good day.

No more tantrums, if you please. I've much work to do and no time to deal with

fits of the vapours.

You couldn't be so cruel.

I require rest and comfort, and I must go ashore.

I will not stay another minute aboard this ship.

Yes, you will, Emma.

I'm going ashore.

That won't stop me.

You mean you'd sail without me?

I've no intentions of losing this race on the whims of a spoiled child.

I forbid you to sail. You forbid nothing.

I am Cullen of company.

From now on, I make the decisions.

We sail with the tide.

Do you still suffer from the pain, Mrs. O 'Neill?

A little.

More than a little, I fancy.

Your child, will it be all right? Why, you'll have a bonnie bear, no doubt

that. But it's not the Baba we're concerned about now, is it?

Well, that is my sole concern. Then it shouldn't be. All life is precious,

including your own.

If there is, then that's it.

What can I say that your own medical man didn't tell you back in Liverpool?

Your husband's a heartless fool.

He doesn't know.

You did not tell him.

He longs for a son.

Did you think they'd give him a choice?

You've a strong spirit and you've a fair chance.

Once you're back in Liverpool, you'll have the benefit of the best medical

attention.

I hear they've got chloroform and antiseptics.

Medicine's made great strides since my young day.

Out here on the coast, the man loses touch.

In the meantime, here's a Chinese concoction. I highly recommend it

feel the pain.

Oh, it won't... No, no, it won't harm the baby one little bit. Take it as

required.

Now, good day to you, Mrs. Unedin.

Thanks a lot. And remember, from this day forward, it's your health that

matters. Your health. Nothing else. Tell your husband that.

Well,

there she goes, Mr. Baines. Aye.

I'm carrying cotton sails.

What? It's a mate's idea.

I had a drink with him last night.

He's a flying fish sailor.

Fair weather, man.

The monsoon on its way.

Oppressive. Move so slowly.

It's the river.

Requires careful navigation.

But tomorrow we'll be in the open sea.

And we'll sure need a clean pair of heels.

I've done my best for you, Mr. O 'Neill.

We've cut the normal loading time by almost half a day.

I'm very grateful to you, Mr. Chan, but we still have to wait for the tide.

Fogarty's still two days ahead of us.

Aye, sir.

The monsoon's just about to burst.

Right, Spence.

Let go far enough.

Aye, aye, sir.

Let go far enough.

Let go up.

Who grill for and after?

Right, Spence.

Mayne and Mrs. Thompson.

Aye, sir.

Stand by to send Mayne and Mrs. Thompson.

The known name, indeed.

When did you charter her? A few months ago.

She was chartered for the Frasers with our money. Didn't cost you or your

brother a penny piece.

It must have cost you a pretty penny, though. I mean, sugar up and down the

Mersey without so much as a heap of the cargo.

I didn't intend to use her to carry cargo. She's used solely for

purposes.

What, for the golden nugget, you mean?

Well, what else?

For the question of a suitable steering engine, for example? Higher boiler

pressures?

But how do you intend to recover your costs?

I ship the goods without cargo each morning.

It's my lot, no one else's.

I'm not accountable to be in need of any personal expenditure.

I'm all for you. Take my advice, Albert. Get rid of the no -name.

Get rid of it. Immediately.

Transfer her to the Aeneidian Steamship Company.

Don't you see?

Let the company make her pay her way.

Yes, we'll ship out Slate from North Wales.

Call across to Ireland.

Yes. And you can carry out your experiments at the same time.

You seem uncommonly considerate in the interest, Robbie. We'll carry a few

passengers and all.

Liverpool, Holyhead, Cork.

There's a growing trade in passengers, you know. Oh, I see.

With food and stores supplied by Robert and Eden.

Chandler. Why not?

Shipping is our business.

I'll get the necessary documents drawn up straight away.

Brother Robert's becoming quite the true businessman.

Albert, have you forgotten?

What? We're to pay your mother a visit.

Oh, no, me love, it's out of the question. Oh, well, Robert's held me up

is. But we promised her faithfully. Look, I must clear this work.

You go ahead, take the carriage, and I'll join you there later.

It's a fine evening. I'll walk.

Now, one word.

One word and over you go.

Jess!

You're James O 'Neill's sister.

You will not be taken.

Not again. Not again.

Quickly, come with me.

You have what?

You remember Jessop? Indeed I do. The leader of that confounded seaman's

And you have the temerity to bring such a man into my house? Our house, Albert.

And I have him hidden in our stable.

Are you aware of the penalties for aiding and abetting an escaped convict?

should never have gone to prison in the first place.

Even James saw some justice in that seaman's strike.

James saw profit for himself.

Jessop's wife died in penury and his children are in the poorhouse. He should

have thought of wife and family first.

That's not an argument likely to appeal to a desperate man. It's impossible for

him to stay here.

I know you'll think of something.

He's a sailing shipman.

But the docks will be watched.

And he'll have no papers.

He'll require a new identity and a new profession.

It is possible.

For your sake, not his. I knew you'd think of something.

Well, you will ring for tea, while I'll arrange to ship the fellow across to

Ireland. Thank you, Albert. But he will work, Marky.

And you have the effrontery to sit there and tell me to my face that you're

harbouring a criminal. I trust you and Robert can keep still tongues in your

heads for once.

My husband is far too much, the gentleman, ever to voice his opinion of

sister's criminal escapade. Good.

I suggest you follow his example then, Sarah. And why should I?

If you do not consider it to be your wifely duty to conform to your husband's

wishes, then I suggest you give heed to the old adage, mud stick.

It will not brush off on us. If any information be laid, you may be sure

will, Sarah.

Elizabeth, you would embroil us all.

Right, I'm silly. Come along then, Sarah.

The no -name must team up and ready to go.

I'm silly, girl.

What? Jessop.

She expects us all to keep silent.

Jessop sails the stoker on the no -name and there's an end to it. Come on.

In our 21 -day sail from Portrown, yet no sight of Mr. Puppet is bypassed.

The air is somewhat oppressive in the wind light and fitful.

As these light winds suit us the better, James has great hopes of overhauling

the bank.

Right,

Mr. Bates.

Don't hold.

We're running short of power, sir.

Right, Captain. You'll get far enough shortly.

We need our units. Give us.

Right.

Struggling the bar against the flat side and the wind's picking up.

Ship hasn't enough way in it to clear the verbal banks.

Let me in.

If I wonder, the fire won't draw.

Damn fools left the ventilator closed.

Open the firebox ventilator, will you, Jessop? I will.

That blasted Baron again.

Fairer hand here, will you, Jessop?

Check the pressure.

My God, the boiler will burn.

Open that valve quickly, Matt. Turn that valve off.

We're in for a blow, sir.

Cotton! Mail!

I knew them cotton rags would know.

Best shorten sail and walk faster easy, sir.

He buried me yet.

represented by the best Tubman money can buy.

Dr. Milloy will be calling at the bridal within the hour.

Thank you, sir.

And you, good lady.

weather of it.

You'll have to show them campers to drive around there, right, Mr. Bunny?

Captain. Let's show them some real sailing.

Break down the low veins of gallops.

Let's see what you can do on the real campers. Right, right.

And the low veins of gallops!

Up you go!

The diapers hang on more campers, sir.

where the ships are. We're not.

Go on,

then. I'm required.

James, understand.

God?

of the lamp, Emma, my love?

When we're winning, it's Emma, my love.

When we're losing, it's Emma, fetch and carry.

Well, we've just picked up the trade winds, so for the next few weeks it's

going to be plain sailing and Emma, my love.

Do you love Elizabeth?

At the time, yes.

But not anymore?

Not any more.

Do you love me?

Of course.

Well, then, love is not constant. It changes.

It can be constant. It can change. There's no certainty.

It must depend upon mutual affection and esteem.

And trust, Emma. There must be trust.

The day we were married, I entrusted to you not only myself, but my entire

fortune.

Would you have done the same?

Without hesitation.

Then prove it.

How? Give up this foolish race now for me.

What?

Oh, no.

All that would do is prove you'd married a fool.

We'd all lose. You'd still own Callan and Company.

You'd stake no more than ambition on the outcome.

If James O 'Neill should win this race, within a few years there would not be

any Callan and Company. That is why we have to win this race, Emma.

Speaking of love, Daniel.

Come in.

If I could take Bern's head, sir.

Well, my reckoning, the Viper's about two days ahead of us. Now, if I know

Fogarty, he'll give himself plenty of sea room. He'll be mid -Atlantic now to

catch the weft of us.

So we'll keep to the east, straight for the Azord, eh?

Yes, it'll be light and fitful, sir.

Ah, well, we'll have to catch the Viper.

He's got a few corners.

Aye, sir.

Lay off the course, Mr Baines.

You being in good health, man?

Oh, under the circumstances exceedingly well, thank you, Mr. Baines.

How long before we arrive?

About three weeks, given fair weather.

That is cutting it fine.

Many a lusty lad has been born aboard ship, ma 'am.

My son will be born in Liverpool, Mr. Baines. I've set my mind on it.

In that case, I have no doubt, ma 'am.

You will stand by, Mr. O 'Neill, in whatever happens, won't you, Mr. Baines?

Well, of course, ma 'am.

Mr. O 'Neill can out -sail Mr.

Fogarty in a dozen of his like any day of the week.

I'm sure, but there may come a time when he stands in need of staunch friends.

Fern Eden can always rely on me, ma 'am.

Thank you, Mr. Baines.

That will do.

Not taking part in a joinery competition.

Ben, that wheel, ship it with you.

Aye, I do.

Ship it with you.

Aye.

Hail, ho!

Ha!

The Viper!

Mr. Baines, we've caught her.

Mr.

Baines, that's bad to come about.

There, boy, come about.

Don't believe.

Don't believe.

Mindful Hall.

Mindful Hall!

A few more minutes and we'll hoist the pilot's flag.

Then the race will be ours.

Oh!

Oh, my God, James.

Jack.

Please, not yet.

Hurry, James.

Hurry.

You'll need the doctor now.

Mr Bain!

At least there's something I can do about that.

Mr. Baines, don't touch the pilot flag.

Don't take the sail out.

Sir. No, James.

We'll not wait to pick up the pilot. Sailor in yourself.

We must pick up the pilot, sir. Arbor regulations.

Pockety will claim the reach.

Baines, sailor into port.

Aye, aye, sir.

James, the race was yours.

I'll not lose you, officer.

Stop it to pick up the pilot.

Oh, Needing's outsmarted himself this time.

I shall win the race by default.

Pilot boats alongside, Captain.

Aye, aye, bosun.

With one hand.

With one!

Come on, come on.

I'll wait for Mr. Mitchell.

I'm going with you.

No, James. There's nothing you can do.

He's Jane.

Well, gentlemen, you both have copies of our agreement.

Yes, Mr. Mitchell. I'm sure the terms are more than familiar. In essence, the

winner to receive from me the balance of O 'Neilline's steamship shares at the

agreed price of 5 ,000 pounds.

I claim the race.

I understood Mr.

O 'Neilline's ship was the first to dock.

Oh, well...

Only by the exercise of his usual sharp practice, he didn't stop to pick up the

pilot, thus infringing harbour regulations.

I claim the race by default.

I see. Is this true, Mr. O 'Neill? Did you dock without a pilot?

I had no choice. My wife was in labour.

So their shares are mine.

We're prepared to abandon a race already won, sir. It was not already won.

If I hadn't stopped to pick up the pilot, I could have out -sailed him

the Mersey.

You couldn't out -sail Erringbolt. Forget that.

Sir? ships to put a line ashore. Well, there's nothing in this document

concerning piloting.

Well, there is nothing in this document concerning wives being in labour. If Mr.

O 'Neill wishes to incur the wrath of the harbour authorities, that's entirely

his own affair.

I'm a sporting man myself, and I admire a man prepared to hazard all, whatever

the reason.

What?

It's implicit that we must comply with harbour regulations.

I'm sorry. I judge Mr. O 'Neill to be the winner.

Congratulations, sir, on gaining the control of your company.

You must leave now,

sir.

It's my daughter, you see.

And soon you'll have a lovely grandchild.

Come on.

Out with you, sir.

I'm afraid it will be a difficult birth, Mrs. O 'Neill.

Yes, Doctor.

You did warn me.

You understand what we must do?

I'm prepared.

Very well.

I can promise you one thing.

It will be quite painless.

Chlorophyll?

It won't hurt the baby?

No, no, of course not.

Trust us, Mrs O 'Neill.

Don't struggle against it.

Breathe in slowly.

Slowly and deeply.

James.

Slowly. Quickly now.

James, you're the father.

James, congratulations.

Congratulations.

Oh, James.

Not yet, James.

You must allow them a few minutes, James.

Oh, yes, of course.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

You'll come upstairs now.

I'm sorry.

I did warn her.

As God is my witness, less than a 12 -month ago in this very room, I told

no children.

You have a daughter.

It's a lovely little girl.

You kept your bargain.