fancier of other boys, perhaps?
Or is it that your mother makes
her living on her back?
You filthy!
Come on, Snotty! Get up!
You've won, Jack! He's finished!
This little whore's son needs to
learn respect for his betters.
Come on, Snotty, get up!
Enough Jack, you'll kill him!
Stay down, boy, for goodness sake.
Stand off.
Clayton, my bold friend.
I've no quarrel with you.
Stand off Jack,
or by cracky I'll trim the
wall with your brains.
Take him to Dr. Hepplewhite.
My, but how bold you are
with a pistol in your hand.
But I know you for the coward
you are, don't I?
Hornblower! Mr. Hornblower!
What is the matter with you this day?
I gave orders…
Man, what happened to you?
I missed my footing in the dark
last night and fell, sir.
Onto both sides of your face
at once? Hmm?
Come, no more of this nonsense.
With whom did you fight?
Well, answer me!
Quickly now and you may be dealt
with more leniently.
I fell, sir.
Very well. We shall see if a
spell in the rigging
can't teach you to tread
more carefully.
Dearest Father,
I am pleased to tell you that
everything is going along 
splendidly.
I count myself fortunate indeed to
serve under Captain Keene
and with so fine a body of men as
are to be found here in Justinian.
I am very happy here.
I trust this finds you as it leave me
well and in good spirits.
Your affectionate son, Horatio.
A drop of grog in it to
warm you through.
Horatio?
Death.
I was thinking on death.
-Whose?
-Mine.
Darned unsporting of the Everlasting
to fix his canon
against self-slaughter,
If you ask me.
You could always desert.
I'd never be free of him then.
He'd have won,
and that should be worse than death.
Someone should stand against him.
The beating he gave you
that was nothing, believe me.
You don't know half what
he's capable of.
The East India convoy is
expected today.
Mr. Simpson will take a party
of men ashore
and report to Lt. Chalk
of the Goliath, who is in charge
of the press gangs.
-Mr. Hornblower shall accompany him.
-Aye, aye, sir.
Some of the hands of the East India
convoy
may try to sneak ashore
to escape being pressed
for further service.
It's our business to cut off
their retreat.
-Mr. Simpson and …
-This is Mr. Hornblower, sir,
distinguished as the midshipman who
was seasick in Spithead.
You shall arrange a cordon along
the waterfront
to sweep up any absconders.
I leave the details to
you, Mr.Simpson.
Aye, aye, sir. Thank you, sir.
Rendezvous is back here
at "The Lamb."
Why aren't you on watch
where I left you?
The convoy has not yet signaled.
Then all is well with the world.
Here's to the East India convoy
long may it be delayed.
Come on Hornblower, give us a toast.
Come on!
Confusion to Robespierre.
Your men are all properly placed,
Mr. Simpson?
Indeed they are, sir.
This is Mr. Caldwell,
also of the Goliath.
Mr. Simpson and Mr. Hornblower
of the Justinian.
We have a long wait
before us, I fear.
Will you gentlemen join me in a glass?
-Yes, sir.
-And a game of cards to pass the time.
-Gladly, sir, gladly.
Excellent. Potman! Cards and a light!
And the rest are mine.
What do you mean the rest are yours?
-Five tricks. Game and rubber.
-I might take another.
I trump a lead of hearts
with diamonds
and make three more clubs.
-You're very sure.
-It's a mathematical certainty.
You know too much about this game.
He seems to know the backs of
the cards as well as the fronts.
That is an insulting remark,
Mr. Simpson.
For that I shall have
to ask satisfaction.
Come,Mr. Hornblower. Mr.Simpson had
a momentary loss of temper.
I am sure he will explain.
I have been accused of cheating
at cards, sir.
That is a hard thing to explain away.
The wine was in and the wit was out.
Mr. Simpson was speaking in jest,
I am sure.
Let's call for another bottle and
drink it in friendship.
-With pleasure…
-Excellent.
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