Lt. Chadd, may I inquire as to
the extent of your injuries,sir?
-Splinter.
-Sir, this man is from my division…
He'll take his turn like
all the rest.
Well darn it, if he's not seen to now
he'll bleed to death!
Mr. Hornblower! It's all right,
Hepplewhite, I can wait.
Very well.
Come on Styles, let's return
to our station.
Did you see me? Did you see me?
Well, where were you?
We carried her by boarding.
I killed two.
Well, one certainly. Oh, you should
have been there, Horatio.
You should have been.
… through our Lord Jesus Christ,
who at his coming
shall change our vile body
that it may be like his
glorious body,
according to the mighty working
whereby he is able to submit
all things to himself.
Therefore,in the sure and certain
knowledge of the resurrection
-we commit the body of…
-Davey Williams.
…Davey Williams to the deep,
amen.
May God have mercy on his soul.
Mr. Hornblower.
What is it, Styles?
The lads have...
asked me to say they value the effort
you made
on Davey's part, sir.
That was all.
Styles!
Please convey my thanks to the men.
Their conduct in this afternoon's
action was exemplary.
Aye, aye, sir.
A salute.
Well, it's a start,
I suppose.
Bay of Biscay
"Indefatigable" attacks
a French food convoy.
Quel bateau?
Claudette, de Marseilles.
Qu'est-ce-que vous emportez?
Molasse
Trois cent tons.
-Claudette of Marseilles, sir.
-Cargo?
-Molasses, 300 tons.
-Lt. Chadd!
-Sir.
-Take 6 men,board that vessel,take her
into any English port you can
make and report there for orders.
Aye, aye, sir.
Mr. Bowles, the schooner
to starboard, if you please.
Aye, sir.
Brace hard to larboard!
She's still running under
colours, sir.
It's not my intention to chase him
across the Seven Seas.
He's asked for it, Mr. Eccleston.
Let him have it.
Starboard bow chaser, fire!
Silence!
Not into the hull, darn it.
Cripple her!
That's better. More like it.
She's hauling down her colours,sir.
Well Mr. Eccleston?
Marie Galante of Bordeaux, sir.
Twenty-four days out of New Orleans
with rice.
About 200 tons, I should say.
She'll sell for a pretty penny when
we get her home.
- How many of her crew?
-Twelve at most.
A prize crew of four then, I should
say. Midshipman's command
-Mr. Hornblower!
-Sir!
Take 4 men, board her. Mr. Bowles
will give you our position.
Take her into any English
port you can
-make and report there for orders.
-Aye, aye, sir.
Your first command.
My congratulations.
Today, if you please, Mr. Hornblower.
I don't intend to lose any more
of this convoy
through your dawdling, sir!
Aye, aye, sir.
They've made best use of
their time, sir.
-Drunk as lords.
-Wish we were as happy, eh?
Where is your officer?
Midshipman Hornblower,
of His Britannic Majesty's frigate,
Indefatigable. Good-day.
This vessel is now a prize of war,
Captain, under my command.
A midshipman?
You have no officer more senior?
Sir, to the British Navy, a schooner
such as
this warrants no more than
a midshipman's command.
But you are no more than a boy!
You will find, sir, that even a boy
in His Majesty's Navy
is capable of an easy two-day
run to England.
Put that down, Styles.
At once, do you hear?
And take these men for'ard.
Throw them into the fos'cle.
Come along, you Frenchie.
This way. Come on.
-Right, move!
-I am an officer. I do not go
with the men.
-Sir?
-He goes with the rest.
You, come on!
The prisoners are secure, sir.
Matthews, you've the longest service,
I believe.
-Aye sir, 18 years.
-Very well. I'll rate you
petty officer.
Aye, aye, sir.
Thank-you, sir.
Get to work and clear that raffle
away for-ard
so we can sling the topsail yard in.
-Aye, aye, sir.
-Haul in the fos'cle sheets.
-Aye, aye, sir. Styles, Oldroyd.
-All right, all right!
I'll be busy aft.
And get that staysail in before
it flogs itself to pieces.
Well, what are you waiting for?
Those were my orders.
Beg 'pardon sir, but if we're to
sling