All language subtitles for Dead_Mans_Rock

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Morning. Busy?

Good morning.

You wanted to see me?

Yes, sit down, will you?

Captain Tempest, how long has it been since you had the Sultana in for careening?

Oh, five or six months.

She's long overdue, but I can't take the chance.

I'd be obliged if you'd careen her immediately.

Scrape her corker, repair her planking, will you?

I can't do that.

The island will be allowed to see patrol for at least a week.

If anybody wants to attack us, they can be down on our necks without warning.

We'll just have to take that risk, I'm afraid.

What's in the wind?

Sometime shortly, you'll be given certain sailing orders.

For where?

I can't tell you.

There'll be sealed orders to be opened when you're at sea.

What's all this about?

It's no good pressing for details. I'm not in a position to say.

I see good orders from the Admiralty, I suppose.

That's something important.

All right.

If you and the Admiralty want to careen her, so we will.

Here, have a smoke.

Bye.

How do we stand, Gaff?

Well, I've made a list of the supplies and provisions we need.

Saw, tallow, canvas for a new jib.

Some of these ropes are a bit rotten. Put it down on the slate.

How about gunpowder? We're nearly out.

Right. Well, as soon as she's afloat, we'll get down to the dock and draw our supplies.

Lieutenant Beamish!

Lieutenant Beamish!

Sail bearing into winded, sir.

I'll make it a Spanish man o' war.

Right you are. Get down to the sound fast.

Pass the word. Women and children will take refuge up here in the port.

Men to stand by for a parallel landing.

Aye, aye, sir.

Battle stations!

Man the guns!

Caught high and dry.

Get up. On manual, get those cannons swung round.

Fire!

Fire!

I can't find any more powder. Just what's here. That's all we've got.

It's just enough for a few rounds, lad. You'd better make sure you don't miss.

Then we get back to the town and we head them off before they land.

All right. Ready, Gaff? Ready.

What's your aim? I'm wanting to stop it.

Fire!

Situation down below. They've got a foothold on the beach at the edge of the town.

Captain Thomas, did you see my father down there?

Yeah, what's this?

The Spanish guns have ceased firing.

Well, now. Where'd you get this peacock?

He came under a flag of truce. He asked to see Lieutenant Beamish.

Hernando Rodriguez of the Royal Spanish Navy.

Lieutenant Beamish.

All hands cease fire!

I understand you to be acting governor of New Providence.

I am.

In that case, I wish to inform you that we have secured the position along your waterfront.

Not for long.

Long enough for our purposes.

We have launched this venture simply to take a prison.

One prison.

You.

You flatter me.

I think the simplest manner of arranging this will be for you to surrender yourself.

Then you better think again, haven't you?

It's an enchanting little town you have down there, Lieutenant.

It must be so sad that the enforcement has set it on fire.

You do that, mate, and it'll be the last fire you'll ever start.

In the glass, there is the sand of ten minutes.

You have that long to present yourself, or we put your town to the torch.

Hernando.

He came here under a flag of truce.

See he gets a safe passage back to his lines.

What do you suppose all that's about?

Why do they want you?

What could they get by taking you, prisoner?

Ransom? Information?

Something to do with those secret orders, I'll bet.

Your curiosity is no doubt what intention, Captain Tempest, but it's time you learned the meaning of discipline.

Self-discipline.

Please keep your conjectures to yourself.

All right, enough said.

You don't think we could take him to the charge, hm?

Not while they're dug down there behind the barricades.

He'll be suicide while they've still got enough ammunition.

Let's see.

You're not thinking of handing yourself over?

It's not much of a town, is it?

A wharf, a handful of homes, a few shops, a tavern, a warehouse or two.

Still it's not easy, just to say let them burn it.

To some, those little hobbles are rare.

All they have to show are years of work until the end of the world.

As for myself, new providence is properly placed in my trust by the Crown.

Do I have the right to sacrifice it simply to protect my own peasant?

We built it once, we can build it again.

Yes.

You know, the way I reckon it's something like this.

I don't have to know why they want to get their hands on you because I have one simple rule when it comes to dealing with the Spaniards.

Whatever they want most, that's just what you don't let them have.

Now, are we going to fight them or are we not?

Have the gunner standing by.

So you're not going to surrender?

Certainly not. We shall honor the Armistice.

All right then, we'll see them to the devil.

Come on you monkeys, on your feet. Get some more powder up here.

Are we going to fight any more?

Of course we are, we'll push them right back into the sea.

They're getting ready to set the fires down.

Winds off the land.

They'll take quite a time to spread.

We'll give them their ten minutes, if not a moment longer.

Lieutenant Beamish!

Lieutenant Beamish!

What are you doing?

Get back to the fort!

But you're not going to surrender?

I gave you a direct order. Get back!

But you said you wouldn't!

This is a foreign nation. Get back to the fort.

Lieutenant Beamish!

I'm not going to let you!

Oh, I'm sorry.

Get back!

Put your hands up.

Both of you.

Would you be kind enough to take me to your commanding officer?

Not so fast!

Take your hands off the boy!

All right.

I gave orders that if the English lieutenant appeared, he was to be brought directly before me.

Unharmed.

My apologies.

Unharmed. You will come this way?

Just a moment.

You asked me to surrender myself.

The boy was no part of the bargain.

I want him sent back.

So?

No, I think I will take the boy too.

Please.

Now then.

Get ready.

The Spanish peacocks are going back to the galleon.

Bassett, lay your guns on the longboat.

When the sands run out, then blast them out of the harbor.

Level one gun!

I order you, fire!

They've got Beavis and the boy!

Now I know why they wanted him so badly.

There's a prisoner that we captured, Capitan.

The English officer and the boy were captured.

Do you understand me?

Do you understand me?

Where are they being taken?

Where are they being taken?

To Cuba.

To Cuba, why?

El Morro.

The fortress.

You know El Morro?

It is on the cliff above Havana Harbor.

They call it the dead man's rock.

Get the men ready to load up the Sultana.

But Dan, they say that no man has ever come out of those dungeons alive.

It is the main Spanish stronghold.

Those walls rise like mountains.

It is impossible.

I said get the men ready.

We sail on the next tide.

That's it!

That is Exuma Island, Danito.

Here we will find the Indians who helped to build El Morro.

This is where he lives, my friend Canteo.

Very ancient, this one.

A great healer.

So the Spaniards got their first men from here to build El Morro 200 years ago.

And the last walls were built 80 years ago.

And you say this old Canteo helped to build them himself.

Si.

He is the last man alive who has worked on the dead man's rock.

Come.

He must be well over a hundred.

Greetings, Canteo.

It is me, Armando.

Canteo, this is my friend, Dan Tempest.

My friend and I fight a war against the Spaniards.

And now the Spanish have taken one of our officers and a young boy.

They have put them in prison in El Morro.

It's very important for us in the war against Spain.

We should get those two out of the prison.

The great stone house on the island of Cuba.

You remember, you helped to build it.

Is there any possible way you know we could get inside those walls?

How should we set about it?

Not a loose stone.

Not a grill to be prized.

Well, who knows how long we shall be spending in this miserable hole.

Let's not think about it, eh?

Keep ourselves occupied.

You know something?

I think this would be a splendid opportunity to take up your sadly neglected education.

My own too, for that matter.

Oh, not now, sir.

Please.

A bit of history, eh?

A little English verse.

Shakespeare.

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,

I all alone beweep my outcast fate.

Sounds sort of creepy.

Can't you think of something more cheerful?

Perhaps you're right.

What about King Henry's speech to the soldiers before battle?

Once more into the bridge, dear friends, once more.

I'll close the wall up with our English dead.

In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility.

But when the blast of war blows in your ears, then,

imitate the action of a tiger, stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.

Come.

Good luck.

Please.

I prefer to stand.

As you wish.

Beautiful instrument.

From Cordoba.

Pure mother of pearl.

Mr. Beanish,

our agents in London have lately passed some intriguing information.

A ship is soon to leave England for Jamaica,

carrying a most impressive personage.

Sir Malcolm Allenby, envoy from your king,

is on his way to try to effect an alliance with Holland and Portugal against Spain.

As you see, my information is most precise.

I even know the date when Sir Malcolm is to arrive in these waters.

The first week in May.

Thank you.

I did not, unfortunately, know the date.

And so I plucked one out of the air,

hoping your face would betray that I was wrong.

Which tells me what I wish.

That you know the correct date.

You're wasting your time.

Torturing him like you'll never learn it.

Oh, my dear Mr. Beanish.

You are an officer and a gentleman and a military prisoner of war.

I would not dream of torturing you.

You would die before betraying the trust.

I knew it as soon as I laid eyes on you.

I said to myself,

Ananda Rodriguez,

you're wasting your time.

Right you are.

And then we had the delightful luck

to capture the boy.

And now, Mr. Beanish,

we shall see whether you will talk.

Not to save your life,

but his.

There's only three hours to daylight.

With this wind, we shouldn't take more than an hour to get back past El Morro.

It only leaves you two hours of shore.

There's not much time to any boy.

It's enough if what old Tantor said was right.

Armando.

Si?

Boat ready?

Si.

Muffle yours.

All right.

Let's get to that man's rock.

What have I done to you?

Come on.

Drink it.

Drink it.

Sorry about that.

Campeo was right.

Our only hope is to reach the port this way.

This must be the first time anyone never tried to break into El Morro.

At least we won't be expected.

That way!

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Let's go a-roving, a-roving across the ocean,

Oh, let's go a-roving and join the Buccaneers!

He's the bravest man we know,

Say he's not and you'll be walking the flank, sir!

Let's go a-roving, a-roving across the ocean,

Oh, let's go a-roving and join the Buccaneers!