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from Napoleon,
sir, but we've ten times-
more chance of action than
with the Channel Fleet.
That so, Mr. Bush?
That's so.
Now there's a man after my own heart.
And plenty of action you shall have,
Mr. Bush; along with-
an abundance of yellow fever
and ague, eh, Dr. Clive?
Putrid fever and poisonous
serpents, sir.
-Tropical heat, bad water.
-Hurricanes and shipworm.
When were you last in the West
Indies, Mr. Buckland?
-Sir?
-Answer the question. When were you-
-in the West Indies, Mr. Buckland?
-I regret to say
Never, you were never in the
West Indies. That's when you were-
in the West Indies, Mr. Buckland.
"Hurricanes and shipworm."
Not a day's sail from Plymouth
and you're out-
of your depth already.
Am I not right, Mr. Bush?
I said, "Isn't that right?"
Sir, I protest.
We all have much to learn, sir,
from your example.
Quite right, Dr. Clive.
"Hurricanes and ship worm."
Gentlemen.
Then how would you describe
such unsound behaviour?
-Captain Sawyer's just weary, Archie.
-Weary?
The man's bedeviled, Horatio.
Do you think Bush would agree
with you?
-Well, no.
-Or Buckland?
-Each captain has his own way,Archie.
-Tell that to the poor-
young seaman of yours that
we scraped off the deck-
-and threw over the side.
-May I remind you-
that when we first heard we were
to transfer to Captain-
Sawyer's command, we
drank Portsmouth dry in celebration.
The man's a national hero.
He's earned his place in history.
It's not history that concerns me,
Horatio, it's the future.
It's far more uncertain.
-She sails well.
-Yes, she loves a stiff breeze.
This is a bit more than a
stiff breeze.
We'll have to get some sail off her.
The captain has to be informed first,
sir. Standing orders.
Very well.  Mr. Kennedy,
if you would, please.
-You want to take a reef, Mr. Bush?
-Yes, sir.
With your permission, sir.
Very good, Mr. Bush.
Call all hands.
All hands! All hands to reef topsail.
Man the halyards and reef tackle.
Reef tackles - haul!
Put your backs into it!
'Vast hauling there!
'Vast hauling!
Who is that countermanding my orders?
-It's me, sir, Wellard.
-You'll be sorry for this, Mr.Wellard
Get down here immediately, sir.
There's a reef point caught in
the block sir, weather side.
-The sail was starting to tear.
-What do you mean,-
coming between me and
a man who disobeys me?
Mr. Wellard is on my station, sir.
He was only doing his duty.
Get down immediately, both of you!
Mr.Bush, be so good as to send
a hand to clear that reef tackle
Aye, aye, sir.  You there, lay aloft
to clear that tackle.
Get below, Mr. Wellard.
You too, Mr. Hornblower.
I'll teach you to conspire.
Trying to make me a laughing-stock-
in front of the men.
Do you hear me?  Get below.
Mr. Buckland, call the hands
aft here, if you please.
All hands lay aft here.
I know where loyalty is to
be found, men.
I've seen it.  I see it now.
I see your loyal hearts.  I watch-
your unremitting labours, as
I watch everything-
that goes on in this ship.
Traitors meet their just desserts
and loyal hearts get their rewards.
We'll splice the main brace!
A tun of rum to every man!
And to every boy!
Rum, on the forenoon watch.
They'll be drunk as lords.
Come on, close up, close up.
Mr. Matthews, lay aft here and
bring your mate with you.
Give me your rattan, Mr. Matthews.
Mr. Wellard's presence is required
by the captain, sir.
You too, Mr. Hornblower.
-Very well.
-I don't like it, sir.
-The lad were only doing his duty.
-No way out of it, Matthews.
-I could go a bit easier...
-Don't even think it.
He'll notice, sure as sin.
It'll only make things worse.
No hard feelings, Mr. Wellard.
I've seen a beating, sir.I believe
I will stand it well enough.
-Good man.
-Come on then,let's get it over with.
And sir, thank-you
for speaking up for me.
It's an injustice, Horatio.
It's discipline, Archie.
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Two...
Three!
Four...
Five...
Six.
Well, doctor?
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