choose, we will land,
- and you may continue your journey.
-No!
-I said no!
-Shall I clout him on the jaw
for you, sir?
Not unless he misbehaves himself.
Put that pistol away,
it's dangerous.
I will do nothing to interfere with
your command of this boat.
Do you swear it?
-I swear it.
-And your men?
-Well, what do they say?
-They swear it too.
Very well.
Both hands, you fool!
That water has got to last until
we reach England.
Or do you want us all
to die of thirst?
Lay down your arms!
Now!
-Do as he says.
-Sir.
Do it!
-I'm sorry, sir.
-It's all right, Finch.
Thank-you,
sir, thank-you.
My men are in mind of throwing you
overboard, monsieur.
But,I think you deserve some time
-to reflect on your own stupidity.
-Monsieur?
As I told you, I have spent
5 long years
in one of your country's
fine prison hulks,
and I am grateful now for
an opportunity.
to return the courtesy
The chart and compass,
if you please.
Fish for it.
As you were, Styles!
That was a foolish thing to do, boy.
I might have killed you.
And forgo the pleasure of crowing
over my discomfort?
I think not.
Nevertheless, it was a futile act.
All I have to do to gain France is
to turn this boat about
through 180 degrees and
then sail southeast.
-If you can find it.
-Oh, I can read a chart, monsieur.
I only need the sun and
the pole star for reference
a feat of navigation that even
you might manage.
-What's to do, sir?
-A crisis of confidence, Styles.
Forget's men are complaining,
and rightly so,
that we should be in sight of
the coast by now.
And where is it, though, sir?
He said he had only to
follow the charts.
So he did.
That would presuppose that our
position upon the chart
was accurately plotted.
Nine against five, the odds of them
gaining the upper hand
were always favourable.
It would be a poor captain that did
not take precautions
against such an eventuality.
So, where have you got our
true position, then, sir?
In my head, Matthews.
We were sailing north, not northwest,
when they seized control.
Forget's simply turned us about.
Then we're headed south,
not southeast.
Indeed, Styles.
We're rowing parallel with the coast,
we're getting no closer.
Now you may see how the tree
of indiscipline bears fruit.
An interesting situation, Monsieur.
Sail to windward!
The Indy!
It's the Indy, sir!
Thank goodness, it is!
Right, that's the last one, lads.
Take him away. Lock him up!
So, I'll tell you what he does.
Listen to this.
He drops the compass over
the side,
"Fish for it," says he,
bold as brass.
-He did!
-And him with a pistol in his face.
-And so the frog captain…
-Here he comes lads.Step lively now.
Well done, sir.
Mr. Hornblower!
The Marie Galante was damaged
when you boarded her.
And had you had a larger prize
crew you might
have been able to save her.
No, better by far that France was
deprived of her cargo
than England should benefit by it.
Still,
it's fortunate for you her captain
was so poor a navigator.
else we might never have found you.
-No, sir.
-Sail to larboard!
Make sail before we lose her!
Darn this fog.
That's one of ours.
By God, a Frenchman!
Ship to starboard!
She'll hide in the fog.
After her, Mr. Bowles!
Starboard two points.
Starboard two points, sir.
We're losing her,
darn it!
Silence!
Where is she?
Where is she?
There she is!
Now we have her!
Mr. Bowles, we're in over our heads.
Take us out of reach of their
shore batteries.
Mr. Eccleston, what was the ship
you saw afire?
I couldn't see, sir. One of ours,
though, certainly.
Launch boats. Pick up survivors.
Over here!
Help us!
Courage boys, you're safe now.
Keep shouting, we'll find you!
There they are, sir.
Hold water.
Give him this. Keep him warm.
Well, Mr. Hornblower.
The Papillon jumped us from the fog.
Every time we thought we knew
where she might come from,
she came at us from somewhere else.
It was like there were
four ships, not one.