bet it was.
Thank you, Mr Hornblower.
So how long have you been
in command, Captain Buckland?
I am the first lieutenant of
the Renown, Madam.
Captain Sawyer is indisposed.
Oh. Not too serious, I hope.
Captain James Sawyer.
I did not realise we were fighting
so distinguished an adversary.
Yes, I'm afraid he's not quite himself.
A minor ailment.
I am sorry he cannot join us.
It would be an honour.
In due course, perhaps.
Ladies and gentlemen.
Your health.
Heave!
Heave!
Keep it moving. Keep it moving.
Heave!
Stop! Stop!
'Vast hauling there and make secure.
- What's the matter, Mr Wellard?
- The strop, sir. It's parting.
Styles, make me a sling.
How much do we need, sir?
- Five fathoms should do it.
- Five fathoms, Styles.
- You volunteering, Mr Hornblower?
- I am, sir.
- It's a good knot for the job, sir.
- Yes. Thank you, Styles.
- All right, are you, Horatio?
- Yes, thank you, Archie.
I remember when you used to be
scared of heights, Mr Hornblower.
Nothing's changed, Mr Kennedy.
- They say one should do what one dislikes.
- Oh, yes?
When I was a boy I had to eat turnips.
Eat them now, do you?
Never touch them.
Come on! Ortega won 't wait all day.
Sir. Help me.
Hold on, Mr Wellard.
The young officer - Mr Hornblower.
- A man of promise, I suppose?
- I hope we are all men of promise.
Of course, but young officers
have such schemes and such little experience.
- Yes, I am with you there.
- More wine, sir?
Sawyer: (sing)We'll rank and we'll roar
like true British sailors
(sing) We'll rank and we'll roar...
If you'll excuse me.
(sing) Until we strike soundings
in the channel of Old England
(sing) From...
(sing) Ushant to Scilly
(sing) Tis 35 leagues...
No, sir!
There you are.
I told you. We won 't let you down.
Thank you.
Sir? Have you ever done something
and forgot you did it?
All the time.
Now fend off.
Haul away, there!
Heave! Heave!
Heave!
(sing) Farewell and adieu
(sing) To you Spanish ladies
(sing) Farewell and adieu...
It is your choice, sir.
I thought you were with me.
I was ever my own man.
If I could cure you,
even now, I would.
But you have fallen too far.
Now, I beg you.
No more singing.
(sing) We'll rant and we'll roar
- As you wish.
(sing) Like true British sailors
(sing) Like true British sailors
(sing) We'll rant and we'll roar
- Ready, Mr Hobbs?
- Aye aye, sir.
Your officers, where are they, sir?
Colonel, I must protest.
I know when a man is deceiving me,
First Lieutenant.
I assure you, Colonel,
whatever may happen on dry land,
we in His Majesty's navy
are men of honour, sir.
Whatever you may think of us,
we are men of our word. And...
(Cannon shot)
Ah.
- What is this?
- Ranging shot, Colonel.
On whose ships?
Yours, Colonel.
What?!
You!
You know, Dr Clive,
I actually think we might be winning.
50 yards short, Mr Hornblower.
Aye aye, sir.
- Right. Full charge, Mr Hobbs.
- Full charge, it is.
Mr Buckland!
Do you realise what you're doing?
- Without our ships...
- You have no escape.
Either from us or the rebel army.
And in all probability
will be dead by the end of the week.
Be not aggrieved, madam. You and your
husband had no less a fate in store for us.
This is madness.
Fear not, Colonel.
Your ships are safe, if you wish it.
As British prizes of war.
And may I humbly extend to you
an offer of safe passage to Kingston,
Jamaica,
as His Majesty's prisoners?
- Sergeant.
- Sir.
Colonel. Your sword, if you please.
PELLEW: A complete surrender.
No mean achievement for a first lieutenant.
Thank you, Commodore.
Pity you weren 't able to
savour your triumph.
- Sir?
- The rebel slaves, Mr Buckland.
They already had the island in their grasp.
But you'd already encountered them.
It was a desperate affair, sir.
One of our boats was stolen,
two of our men taken hostage.
One had no inkling of what
lay behind it.
So you fired on them.
And in hindsight it was unfortunate.
In hindsight it