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How many more men to come, mister?

Six, sir.

I hope they're a better luck than the ones that

joined yesterday.

Good morning, Mr. Pike.

Good morning, miss.

By the way, Mr. Pike, we have another passenger on

this voyage besides my daughter.

Another passenger, sir?

Yes, a Mr. Jack Pather.

Daddy, you never told me.

Who is he?

A writer chap from the continent.

Quite well known, I believe.

He's going to write an account of the voyage for

the paper.

That will be exciting.

Where is Mr. Pike?

There he is, I fancy.

Launch coming along nicely.

Here comes the crazy guy.

Well, you had enough already?

Blimey.

Let the poor bloke have a swim.

All right, bad boy.

You're wasting your paint.

You ought to be drinking some of that cheap foil

oil.

He's taking more water with him already.

What's the matter, Mr. Pike?

What's the matter with you?

Oh, nothing, sir.

What's your name?

Charles Davis, sir.

What are you limping for?

Oh, I'm not limping, sir.

All right.

Line up there.

Cold, eh?

We'll soon warm you up, my lad.

Where the hell were you raised?

You're no seaman.

Well, if you really want to know, old cock, I...

Don't take that tone with me.

You'll say sir when you're talking to the officers of

this ship.

Hear?

Oh, sure.

Sure.

Sir!

Sir!

What's your name?

P...

P...

P...

P...

P...

P...

P...

P-Body, sir.

We'll take a reason, that.

Shorty'll do for you.

Yes, sir.

Shorty.

Now, listen to me, the bunch of you.

Whatever you were before you came aboard, now that you

are here, you'll work like men or I'll know the

reason why.

The first man who bats an eye, or even looks

like batting an eye, will get plenty.

Now get for it!

Be ready in half an hour to turn two.

Get out!

I can't, I'm frozen stiff!

Frozen tight, you mean?

Pick yourself up, or you'll feel the toe of my

boot!

I don't think much of this lot, Mr. Miller.

It looks as if we're out of a prison hospital.

Not so easy to find men willing to ship the

nails, you know.

Why?

What's wrong with a ship?

Oh, there's not much wrong with a ship, Mr. Pike.

So this is where we have to kip, is it?

Say, aren't you Bert Ryan?

That's me.

I thought I knew your face.

Weren't you with the beanie crowd?

That's right.

Listen, my name's Murphy, and this is me partner, Kid

Twist.

How do you do?

Pleased to meet you.

Say, what kind of racket is this?

Oh, it's not so bad when you get used to

it.

You have to mix with a very rough crowd, though.

Say, where's your louse trap?

Louse trap?

Aye, your bunk.

You'd better come in with us, Kid.

Get that nigger out.

Oi!

Steve Roberts, out of it.

Come on, Roberts.

Come on.

Come on.

Out of me.

Come on, Roberts.

Get up.

There you are, buddy.

Fight yourself at home.

Thanks.

What's he doing, Joe?

Coming in and coming out.

I'll be after him.

Leave it to me.

I'll have a look.

Ah, Captain.

I brought your passenger aboard.

How do you do?

Now, let me introduce Mr. Paffers, Captain of Waste.

Glad to meet you, Mr. Paffers.

How do you do?

Mr. Pike.

Sir.

My mate.

Mr. Paffers, our passenger.

How do you do?

I hope you'll be comfortable aboard, Mr. Paffers.

We'll be getting underway shortly.

Thank you.

Well, my boy, you'll be all right here.

You know, you ought to get a grand story with

plenty of action, realism, and punch.

A real tag of the sea.

Yes, but I could do all that at home, working

quietly in my study.

Nonsense.

There's nothing like the real thing.

Besides, it'll make you fit in well here.

No more parties.

No late nights.

And no feminine distractions.

Yes, but no fun at all.

No, it'll be all the better for that.

Now, here's a little money in advance I brought you

for your return journey.

Thank you, old man.

Goodbye, Captain.

Thank you.

Goodbye, Captain.

Messieurs, gentlemen, in cabin.

Thank you.

Lead the way.

It's only a passenger.

There's nothing to be worried about.

All the crowd are aboard now, sir.

All right, Mr. Pike.

As soon as you're all ready for it, we'll get

underway.

All hands, forward.

Come on, you fellows.

Come along, you mugs.

Man the windlass.

Man the what?

The windlass.

Hey, what's that?

You'll soon find out.

Come on.

You men in the chain, brother.

Gentlemen, comfortable here.

In best cabin, sir.

Captain's cabin.

Oh, good.

It's very nice of you.

Mr. Pike, in plenty top officer.

Clue, all bad men.

Bogey out.

Fine by catching plenty trouble, you see.

Yes, indeed.

Come on, Andy.

Let's see Mr. Pike.

Get on with it, men.

Get out

of the way.

I'll teach you to trade, you monkey dog!

Oh, if that's the way it's done in this ship,

we must have a look at things.

Pile your gear and stow that talk!

Look here, sir, sir, we must have an understanding.

Do as you're told!

Just a moment, sir.

Maritime laws strictly forbid the officers to use brutalities in

the treatment of the men.

All right, my land!

Look here, Mr. Major, you know you have not only

increased the maritime laws, but you have also done...

Sir, I call upon you for a witness to this

officer's brutal treatment.

Surely the men shall be given a hearing.

Mr. Passenger, I trouble you not to meddle with the

working of the ship.

Get on with your work!

A lot of you!

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

Shove all this stuff back again.

Don't you understand?

Pack it up again.

Gentlemen leaving?

Yes, gentlemen leaving.

I'm going ashore in the tug.

Where's the captain?

Oh, where's the captain, my man?

Oh, I'm so sorry.

You're Mr. Passenger.

I'm Captain West's daughter.

Is there anything I can do?

No, no, no.

You must excuse me.

I didn't expect...

Any females on board?

No.

I'm sorry.

They should have warned you.

You mustn't worry about me.

I'm just like one of the crew.

Is this your first trip, Miss West?

Oh, no.

I've been at sea with father since my mother died

three years ago.

Out, Mr. Pike.

Well, if you stood three years, I suppose I can

stand three months.

Don't you ever get bored?

No, there's always something going on.

Now, for instance...

What are they doing now?

Setting sail.

It's worth watching.

Really?

Really.

Heave ho, blow the band down I hear her in

English, she spoke me in Dutch Heave ho, blow the

band down So I back my main yard and I

hold myself to Heave ho, blow the band down So

up with the anchor, we're off with the tide Heave

ho, blow the band down The sails are all set

for the ocean is wide Heave ho, blow the band

down The captain.

Why is he glaring at you like that?

That was Oliver.

A good sailor, but not very strong in the head.

I shouldn't have thought this ship was a suitable place

for a young woman.

Why so much?

There are certain things I've seen here.

Oh, you mustn't be shocked by what happened on deck,

Miss Mather.

The thing is hard, you know.

How are they working, Mr. Pike?

They're a poor lot, miss, but I'll lick them into

shape.

You'll get used to the mate's little ways in time.

He ain't nothing now to what he was twenty years

ago when he was in the Blue Nose ships.

He was tough then.

I've heard he lashed a man by the wrist to

the middle of the shore.

Aye, but what did he do that for?

Maybe he spoke out of his turn.

He'd better not try any of that stuff with me.

He cannot cut those capers nowadays.

No, there's laws, and justice, and compensation.

Sure, or he'll strike me blind.

Sit down, you ignorant little pot-house rat.

They're sitting themselves like pigs in a saloon.

What's that passenger doing aboard?

He's on a pleasure cruise.

Well, a man who'd go to sea for pleasure would

go to hell for a passport.

He's an author.

He won't put you all in a book.

For God's sake, I don't want to go in no

book.

I suppose them was the days.

Half the crew in irons most of the time.

Three men shot by the officers in one day.

The second mate killed dead and no one to know

who done it.

And drive, drive, drive.

Sounds rather uncomfortable.

Aye, it was rough.

But that's all stopped.

A sailor's a gentleman nowadays, and only wants to lie

on the hatch and watch the yards swing round.

You can't lift your hand or your voice to them.

Are you fond of music, Mr. Pappas?

Why, yes.

With your permission, Captain.

Certainly, Mr. Pike.

You remember Captain Somerset?

I do indeed, Mr. Pike.

Saving your presence, Captain, the finest master I ever served

under.

When he was an old man over 70, his devil

of a second mate caught him in his bunk and

beat him to death for the sake of a few

hundred dollars.

Did you know the man who did it?

I've never come up with him.

But one day I will.

His name was Sidney Waltham.

He pleaded insanity for having his head chopped open some

years before by a crazy sea cook.

He got seven years.

He's free now, but he's got that mark unmistakable.

He may change his name, but he can't change that.

Sailors always drift back to sea, and one day Waltham

and I will meet.

Nearly eight bells in time I was on deck.

I wish you a good night, Mr. Patters, and pleasant

dreams.

Good night.

See you later, sir.

Sail, sail east, nothing to wind us.

Sail, sail east, nothing to wind us.

Sail, sail east, sir.

Sail, sail east.

All right, Mr. Mallab, I'll take up.

All right, sir.

Mr. Pike seems to me a very fine type of

officer, Captain.

A real old sea dog.

And I would say, without knowing anything about it, of

course, that Mr. Mallab is also a very able officer.

Must be very interesting, your book.

The Bible, Mr. Pathurst.

Well, Captain, I think I'll say good night.

Good night, Mr. Pathurst.

Good night.

Good evening, sir.

Good evening.

Going your first evening aboard?

Oh, yes.

Of course, there doesn't seem to be much to do.

If you ever gave them cards at any time, I'd

be happy to give you one.

That's a very good idea.

Why not now?

By all means.

No, after you.

Sit down.

Have a drink?

Thanks.

I'll help you, sir.

Well, what shall we play?

You, cribbage?

No.

I'll teach you, if you like.

Real sailors game.

Good, I like to learn.

Gotta make your own amusements on board ship, you know.

A fine lot of scats you are.

You can talk big in here, but not one that

will stood by me when I tackled a mate this

morning.

And a proper muggy made out of you.

It'll make bigger mouths out of all of you before

long.

I guess we'll get together and stand up here, all

right?

Anyone who thinks that you are the first to try

to get the better of Pike, that fiend must know

the laws which you and the regulations which are made

for his protection.

Now, I know the law, and I myself will tell

it to Sir Pike.

Why dare you whiz me?

He always talks a day and thinks he can show

the rest of us.

It's like a blinking menagerie.

The fellow can't hear himself think.

Well, luck is with you, Mr. Manet.

Yes, it is for once in a while.

It's a darn good game.

I'm getting the hang of it.

Here.

Will you give me another?

Sure.

Well, there's to your obeisance.

Thank you.

It's my deal, isn't it?

Come in.

Pardon the intrusion, Mr. Pather.

Mr. Mollet, there seems to be a good deal of

noise coming from the folks' room.

Will you go and put a stop to it, please?

My watch is below, sir.

I know that, Mr. Mollet.

Excuse me, Mr. Pather.

Duty calls.

Help.

Mr. Pather, I must ask you not to play card,

or otherwise entertain my officers in your cabin.

They have their duty to do.

I tell you, you're wrong to set yourself against a

mate.

What does he expect for a bob a day, Lord

Nelson?

Hoorah for hell.

Hoorah for hell.

Well, every man to his own country.

Go on then, let us not be beaten.

It's his own business.

I don't like your tone, mister.

Aye, but he's right.

No, no, no.

No, no, no.

No, we're talking together.

What's all this noise in here?

Don't let me hear any more of this.

Good evening, sir.

Yes?

Oh, good morning, Mr. Pike.

Good morning.

Mr. Piper, may I ask you a question about the

working of the ship?

You may, Mr. Pepper.

How is the ship steered?

By a man at the wheel.

Oh, who's at the wheel now?

Oh, Sullivan, I think.

Oh, no, he isn't.

Then who the hell is?

Nobody, Mr. Piper.

What?

Hand to the wheel!

Mr. Miller!

I know Sullivan and Mr. Miller.

Jump to it!

Piper, as she goes.

As she goes?

Aye, aye, sir.

Oh, Sullivan!

Where have you been?

I'll teach you to leave the wheel.

Get back to the helm.

I'll talk to you later.

Where have you been stowed away, Mr. Miller?

I haven't been stowed away, I told you.

Oh, sir.

And where was your helmsman?

At the wheel when I left a minute ago.

That man ought to be straight-jacketed.

He's all right if he's properly looked after.

Now, look here, Mr. Miller.

I'm not going to argue the point with you.

It's up to you to look after the ship.

If this happens again, I'll have you logged.

So what do you want, postman?

Davis won't turn out of his bunk, sir.

Says he's sick.

Oh.

You're not going to copy me, lad?

Don't you worry, shipmate.

I know what I am doing.

Look out, here he comes.

What's the matter with you?

I got pains all over, sir.

Since when?

Well, when was it you struck me, sir?

It is your blows have brought out the sores all

over my body.

You lying dog!

You!

You are rotten before you ever joined the ship.

Oh, no, sir.

No, I was very well.

I did full duty as a seaman before this sickness

got hold of me.

All hands can testify to that.

I know the law, you see, sir.

I'll have to summon you before the court for your

brutal treatment, sir.

Will you shut your damn sea lawyer's mouth, eh?

That's right.

Strike me again and make my sickness worse.

The courts will increase my compensation.

Not if we bury you at sea.

And let me tell you this, Davis.

You ain't the first sea lawyer that's been dropped over

the side with a sack of coal to his feet.

Put him in the sick bay, Bolton.

Keep him there.

See that he doesn't infect the ship.

Go on, Davis.

Turn out.

So long, dirty old pike.

Get a move on, get a move on.

You're all right, Mr. Mollet, sir.

It's risking the ship to keep a madman at the

wheel.

What are you doing here?

Get for it where you belong.

You must keep the men in their place, Mr. Mollet.

There's plenty of work for them aloft.

Keep them at it.

Leave, all right!

So this is your hospital, eh?

Yes.

You have a cabin to yourself.

You're lucky.

And so are your shipmates.

It's their little pigsty.

Don't you think to put a sick man in here?

What do you expect?

A sanitarium?

With nurses in uniform?

Ah, but look, you're the sick bay's in the foul

condition.

Will you agree to that?

It's far too good for you.

Oh, get out, you old bastard.

Aboard, sir!

Leave to have a play!

Now, how was that?

Sounded grand.

What does it mean?

Now, there you have me.

Can you climb?

Sure, I can.

Up there?

Way up there, you mean?

Of course, yes.

Lead the way, sailor.

Well, here we are.

How's that?

Not bad for a beginner.

You think a writer's bound to be a bit of

a softie, don't you?

Oh, no, why?

Well, compared with all this husky sailor, man.

Why don't you hire a writer who shouldn't be a

man as well?

Now, that's awfully nice of you.

I thank you very much.

You're mentioned.

You make a very pretty picture with the sea and

wind and everything.

You don't have to pay me compliments, you know.

I know.

But I want to.

You always do everything you want?

Mm-hmm.

That's the first rule of life.

Be careful.

I'm only a simple sailor, girl.

You might turn my head.

I wouldn't mind doing that.

Next time, I shall climb way up there, on top

of the mast, just to show you.

Then I'll take a picture of you, and you can

send it to...

To who?

Those pretty girls who saw you off.

Oh.

I'm sure they'd be very impressed.

Look, isn't it magnificent?

Oh, the sea's not there for this, so I've lost

the best I've found.

She's a doll and a rolling iron, and a nice

girl is a girl that's one of the greatest kind.

Now, all you need to do is say the boys

just said goodbye.

Well, here we are.

It'll be quieter in here, away from them noisy, uneducated

gibbons.

There you are.

A table, easy chair, all empty doors.

You couldn't be more comfortable in your own West End

club.

When the officer's coming home?

Only Malaire, and he's all right.

Well, this is where I get me own back.

If only we had a drink.

Ah, you're right.

She's a doll and a rolling iron, and a nice

girl is a girl that's one of the greatest kind.

We made some boulders to come in here, sir, on

account of the shindy and the folks.

Of course, if you've got any objections.

Ah, it's all right.

You can stay here.

Thank you, sir.

If you might like to join us in a game,

sir.

Sure would be a great honor if you'd join us,

sir.

Oh, well.

Here.

Here, I don't mind taking a hand.

Hey, what's the matter with you?

He's thinking of his sweetheart, ain't you?

Why don't you carry her home?

I will.

I'll carry her off in the night, a dark night,

and the moon's the other side.

Creep into her cabin, and she lying there, sleeping so

sound and soft.

I'll take her off gently, and carry her in my

arms.

I'll put her in the dinghy, and when she wakes

at sunrise, I'll show her the Elsinore, far away on

the horizon.

Far away.

Good for you, me boy.

And when the Elsinore is gone?

Where will you go to then?

I know where we'll go.

I'll take her to an island where it's warm always,

with flowers and birds, and they're singing in the sunshine.

Yes, and if you're going to carry her off, you'll

have to look lively now.

There's a fine young topper boy.

He's after her too.

Did you see them up the main top together this

morning?

Aye, and they were cuddling and canoodling, and she looked

as though she liked it.

How's Cleopatra doing, Wada?

Cleopatra's welly but foul.

No lame eggs.

Oh, then we must have her for dinner.

Oh, stop it, Andy.

Nice shooting, Mr. Paffers.

That pop gun ain't no use in a mix-up.

Give me a good handy gut when something's doing.

Are you expecting any trouble then?

Oh, you never know, Mr. Paffers.

You never know.

Andy, come on.

Get up.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Andy, come on.

What the blazes?

Ah, it's that Irish maniac.

After him, the murdering lady.

Go on, get him down.

Ha, ha, ha!

Ho, ho, ho, ho!

All aboard!

Keep a close watch there.

Handle off to the midship's top!

That's the main yard.

When I'm in break, all hands on deck, folks, and

downhill!

We got a weapon in the depot!

I've got it.

Wait up!

Hold on to one of them.

Will you let me stay in the sea?

I don't want to.

Will you let me go?

Will you let me go?

I don't want to.

I don't want to stay in the sea.

Will you let me go?

Hold on.

Get away together.

Get away, boys.

Get out of there.

Get out of there.

Oh, why, what for?

Oh, no, sir.

That is impossible.

I'm a sick man.

I cannot climb up there.

Don't squawk it.

Don't you talk.

Oh, no, sir.

No, you have not the right.

Don't want to miss them either, eh?

Get out!

Will you take me out of here?

Will you let me out of there?

I can't be.

Take me out of there.

I am not human.

Oh, don't lash me.

Will you let me go?

I can't do anything.

Will you let me down there?

Flash him up properly.

Let me go.

I can't do it.

I let him leave me.

Don't lash me up.

Let me go.

Why did you want to kill me?

Because...

Because you want to take her from me.

But she's not for you.

She's mine.

She's mine.

Mine, I tell you.

No use talking to him, Mr. Pappas.

The man's demented.

God have mercy on him.

She's mine.

I'll have her.

I'll get her.

You can't stop me.

Where are we now?

There, you see?

37 days out and roughly 300 miles east of the

River Plate.

It can be very nasty around here at times.

Seems to be very calm now.

You see that black line over the horizon?

There's wind behind that.

Probably a tampera.

What is a tampera, anyway?

Thunder and lightning and wind like the wrath of God.

Your father seems to look forward to trouble.

Father loves a seat.

He's always going to retire, but he never does.

And I don't suppose he ever will.

Hey, old Sullivan, where are you?

Give that to me here.

But where's old Sullivan gone to?

Oh, he's gone away.

He was fed up looking with being lashed to his

bunk.

So he went away.

Go on.

It's true.

Then I'll take his grub in the galley in case

he comes back.

Oh, no.

Give that here to me, you.

I am hungry this morning.

No, fool.

Where's old Sullivan?

Ah, he has gone home, back to Ireland to see

his family.

He was homesick, look you.

The old man smells bad weather.

Better see all clear for taking in the royals and

the gullensons.

All right, sir.

Well?

Please, sir, old Sullivan's not in his bunk.

And Davis is acting very queer.

Where's old Sullivan?

I give him a crack on the head and put

him over this side.

Why did you do it?

Oh, because, sir, because he was hungry.

He bothered my sleep because he annoyed me.

I hope that next time Dr. Totten will be showing

him what kind of man's put in with me.

Besides, a copper bunk ain't no place for me, a

mere sick man.

You cowardly blabber.

Now, what are you going to do about it, eh?

The man's dead, ain't he?

And I did it in self-defense, mind you.

I know the law.

What right had you to put everything under the king

with me?

I mean sick and helpless.

By God, Davis, you'll answer for this.

Killing a loony lashed down to his bunk and harmless.

You'll follow him over side, my bucko.

If I do, you'll hang for it, sir.

You can't take the court of law with your record.

I know that.

I have witnesses to testify to your threats and brutality.

Shut your damn mouth, or I'll knock it out of

your face.

No, you can't get my goodness.

I ain't scared of you.

I know the law and my rights, and I got

witnesses.

There's been murder in the shipwreck.

Davis is done for a Sullivan.

Put him over the side.

He ought to be in irons, though he is a

sick man.

I'll see him later.

The glass is falling.

We'll have to get some of the sail off her.

Pimp for it, sir.

All the project up and get the royals off her.

Aye, aye, sir.

Clear it off!

If you lose your watch below, you don't even get

a drop of gold for it.

Ain't got no right to treat us men like niggers.

You're right.

He said it.

Look at you all.

Worn out, eh?

They treat you like dogs.

And they darned themselves with that, too.

Go on, you blinking parasite.

You don't know the work yourself.

Well, you'll go on waiting for Clyde to do the

drop, because you haven't the guts to stand up to

him.

Well, it's your own funeral, but the son of you

will never see Frisco, I can tell you.

Well, Sullivan's gone under already.

And you know what he died of.

Well, what of it?

To kill a man in the act of public welfare?

Good riddance.

And you, you are always mad at me.

If you will not take it to officers, I'll bring

it as slave drivers.

We should unite ourselves together to make them see reason.

Even if you have to use force.

And one.

Bring out the bottle, kid.

What have you got there?

Good gracious, what is it?

Wood alcohol.

Where did you get it from?

Malaya.

Does he come in here, Malaya?

Sure, he pays us every night.

He's lost a pack or two.

I guess we'd better go clean them out.

Doctor, you must make use of him.

We'll look after him, all right.

Listen, Davis.

You'd better get out of here.

You're a sick man, ain't you?

Oh, yes, I am sick.

That's poison.

My goodness.

Now, go on, scram.

We don't want him to find you here.

Isn't it wonderful?

Reminds me of an English summer.

Don't you wish you were at home and comfortable?

All that is over for me.

What?

See you before, Margaret.

You must have felt like this before.

Never.

Margaret, darling.

Mr. Malaya.

What does this mean?

Captain.

I didn't mean it.

Lost money in cars and wanted to borrow.

A moment of madness.

Mr. Malaya, I'll go to your cabin.

You are under arrest.

No.

I won't go to my cabin.

We'll settle this now.

Don't play the fool, Malaya.

Give me that knife.

Let me go and keep silence or I'll kill for

you.

We've been waiting for you, Mr. Malaya.

I was afraid.

Here.

Good night, Margaret.

Good night, Mr. Jack.

You to play, Mr. Malaya.

Captain West.

Mr. Pike.

Captain has been murdered.

In my cabin.

Why him?

You could understand it if they tried to kill me.

That old swine, Pike.

But him.

There you go, Mr. Malaya.

The mate's calling you.

Mate?

Mate?

There's something rummy about that chap tonight.

Wouldn't think it possible anyone could do such a thing.

But I'll find the rat.

And I won't need judge and jury to see that

he gets what's coming to him.

Company of the Elsinore.

We're all assembled to pay our last respects to our

captain.

Who met his death at the hands of a coward.

Captain West showed us all a good example.

By his upright life.

His fine seamanship.

His courage.

And his devotion to his country.

He went to duty.

He stood for all that is best in the service

of the sea.

His body lies here before us.

But we know that his spirit is already at rest

in safe harbour.

We now commit his body to the deep.

God rest his soul.

Now men.

You've got a new master in this hooker.

And pretty soon some of you will find it out.

To begin with.

I gave the murderer till the end of the service

to confess.

But since he hasn't come forward.

I'll put every man during his watch below in irons.

Till the guilty man gives himself up.

Me personally I take no part in this.

No I'm a sick man.

Right now I should be in my bunk.

But my shipmates have asked me for my advice concerning

the law.

Which is my duty.

Mr. Mollet.

Put that man in irons.

I'll trouble you to be more civil Mr. Pike.

Mr. Mollet.

Put that man in irons.

Well Mr. Mollet.

You hear me.

You're going too far Mr. Pike.

We want Mollet.

We want Mollet.

Take the trouble coming Mr. Popper.

We want Mollet.

We want Mollet.

I'm waiting Mr. Mollet.

We want Mollet.

We want Mollet.

Don't move.

By God.

Sidney Waltham.

I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Pappas, but

I'm getting out of here.

Hey, now you've done it.

Mutiny.

If that's what it is, I'm having no part in

this.

I'm getting out of here.

Time out, Pappas.

Time out.

Time out.

It's mutiny, all right, Mr. Pappas.

Well, Mr. Pike, what do we do now?

Oh, don't you worry.

We hold all the provisions.

Before long, the rats will come crawling out and begging

for food.

But Walter is in there, and I'm going to get

him.

First, let's see who we've got.

It's you, Henry, Spink.

Good man.

They've got the horses, sir.

Louis, Tom, Andy.

Where's the steward?

Here he is.

I'd say he's missing his hands.

Find the murderer.

He's no better than a murderer himself.

If you take my advice, you'll give up this business.

Mutiny never came to no good.

You'll all be hanged ashore if you go on with

it.

And you'll be hanged at sea if you don't stop

your blathering, you old sheep.

We've got to be careful.

They're better armed than we are.

That's fallen in.

No, but they've got three of us already.

And there's the grub.

Mm, the grub.

It's all stored up.

We'll get that grub, all right.

Oh, will you?

Yeah, I will.

Now, listen to me, all of you.

I've pulled off tougher jobs on this ashore and got

away with it.

All you've got to do is to take your orders

from me, and we'll be running this ship inside two

days.

But if you rat now, you'll spend the rest of

your lives in jail.

Those who don't hang.

That so?

Ain't it, Mr. Miller?

Yeah.

That so.

My friends, I tell you, your fate is clear.

If you come under the pike, you are lost.

There is only one course for you to take, to

fight like men to your freedom.

Well, what do you say?

Well, I'm with you.

Me too.

Yeah.

Right then.

All set.

Now, listen.

We've got to have strategy.

It's no use starting anything in daylight.

We lie low until the night, and then we let

them have it.

Stuff is ready.

Oh, good.

Mutinous gives one quite an appetite, you know.

But I'd feel a lot better if you'd stay in

your cabin.

Oh, you needn't worry about me.

I can take care of myself.

Now's the time.

Stand by the Russian when you hear a shot.

God, did you take this?

I can't use it.

I've got the pike.

I need you all to set it down.

Come on.

What's the matter?

Scared?

Come on, let's go have it.

I've got the mates.

Can't you manage the others?

And the girls too.

Three haven't come back.

That's six today.

That's enough for one day.

I'll have a crack at Packhouse anyway.

All right.

I'll get you yet.

Belly dirty.

No good man.

I believe you're right.

Now go down and get something to block up the

ventilator.

Yes, sir.

How's Mr. Pike?

Mr. Pike, it's in ed, but no peg out.

Go on, go on.

All right.

Thank you, Mr. Jones.

Thank you.

All right.

If that's not funny business, now

hold it a minute.

I don't know.

Who's he?

He doesn't know me.

He's delirious.

Try again.

There's nothing we can do.

You must just carry on.

You're in command now.

It needs to be pretty quiet in the folks' room

now, Mr. Smith.

Yes, but they won't stay quiet.

We'll have another two months on this, Pettus.

And who's going to handle them?

Not Pettus.

Borson.

Yes, sir.

Come here.

I want you and Louis back.

We need to go up onto the main yard.

I ain't taking orders from you, Mr. Pettus.

Yes, you are.

Do you have your orders?

Yes, sir.

Well, jump to it.

I told you the sea was hard.

Well, it's Fig's joys, anyway.

Fireworks, sir?

Oh, good.

Put it back there.

Come, I'll show you something.

Like this, see?

Don't you mind telling me what you're doing?

Oh, that's just an idea that came to me last

night.

A little surprise for our friends, Forbes.

Next time, they should decide to call on us.

I'm fed up with this.

We ought to come to terms with them.

Yeah.

Terms.

What kind of terms do you think you'd get?

We get something to eat, anyway.

Say, mate, look what I found.

Rice.

Where did you get it?

Underneath the ventilator shaft.

They must have stuffed it with sexual rice.

What a break.

Come on!

Trist!

Get up there and rip open the sacks.

Oh, look at that.

Don't lose any.

It's been up there for a week.

Be careful, now.

Go on, now.

Get another bag on.

Oh!

What is it, man?

It's my delight!

Me ball!

Burn him up!

Oh!

Give me a break!

I can't bear it!

Finish me off!

Finish me!

Oh!

Are you going to let them get away with that?

We'll show the swine.

Miller, you take one party and I'll take the other.

I only got one shot.

Well, I'm sure, too, you ought to know where the

ammunition is stored.

Yeah, if I can get at it.

Fort Door's weak.

Might get through there.

Well, get through if you can.

Anyway, shoot to kill.

Murphy, you look after the girl.

I'll look after her.

And no quarter mind.

Come on.

Keep under cover till I give the word.

Come on, boys!

Wolf!

Come on!

Well, come on out, boys.

Mr. Putthurst, I'd like to speak to you, sir.

I don't want anything from you, David.

At least not until we meet in the court of

law.

We're starving men, sir.

All we want to do, sir, is to be allowed

to go back to work.

Now, that's fine.

We're supposing all hands on deck.

All hands get sail on her, just to show that

you mean it.

What do you mean?

And I want you to set the sails first.

And you might as well know that what I say

goes aboard this hooker.

How about that?

And after that, we'll talk about food.

All right, sir.

We'll turn, too.

Good.

Go get a meal ready for them when they're through.

Aye, aye, sir.

Go lend a hand to the rest of you.

Well, let's clear that up.

I'll go and see how your first mate is, sir.

Keep her full and by.

Full and by.

Aye, aye, sir.

Go on, Davis.

Lend a hand.

What, me?

Oh, no, any sick man.

Oh, I'm not in a good state to work.

I should never have left this sick bay.

This is my back, not his wanton treatment.

It's your backside wanton treatment.

Come on.

Oh, Mr.

Patterson, it's a lucky day for the old Elsinore, the

day you came aboard her.

She's a real sailor.

You should have a good story for that book of

yours.