friends has deprived the fleet of its regular supplies leaving me no alternative but to cut the rations... - by half. -Half, sir? Indeed, Mr. Hornblower. No doubt Captain Foster will be forced to follow a similar prudent path. Yes, sir. A side of beef and a gallon of rum, if you please. Sounds like you've been at the rum already. -What's this? -Half rations. Captain's orders. On account,Bunting,there's been no supply ship for seven weeks. What of the captain? Is he on half-rations? That's dangerous talk, Bunting. You'd better bite your tongue to save it. Styles. Oldroyd. Finch. And that should just leave Bunting and me. For what we are about to receive, let us thank the good Captain Pellew. It's a gallant British man-of-war lies in Gibraltar Bay, And the jolly jacks aboard her wish that they could have their say. But, they must keep their mouths tight shut although their thoughts be dark. -Cleveland! -Yes, sir. See if you can't put an end to that infernal racket. Cleveland, the nightingales are in full voice tonight, -are they not? -Yes sir, but Mr. Hornblower has little time for birdsong. It is a clear and cloudless night and the wind was steady and strong. And we have laid in Gibraltar Bay for many a day too long. Biscuits one, pease pudding none, -"and salt beef only half…" -You men, I said you men! Acting Lieutenant Hornblower requests a little less gusto in the chorus, if you please. Biscuits one, pease pudding none and salt beef only half. Our rations will not feed a man but our officers only laugh. It's a gallant British man-o-war lies in Gibraltar Bay, And the jolly jacks aboard her wish that -"they could have their say." -A moment, Mr. Hornblower. -Sir? -You sent a message to quiet the men. I merely wish to concentrate on my studies, sir. Is something troubling your mind? I fear there is too much to learn. I can't help but question my readiness. Yes, I remember my examination. Like you, I spent weeks with my nose in a book, and was fortunate to be tested on a subject I knew well. But, it's after the examination that the real test begins. -Sir? -A book can teach you how to steer a ship, but it can never show you how to manage a starving crew. The men are afraid, Horatio. Many have seen before the effects of prolonged rationing. They fear a future -of disease and death. -But why are they singing? Given the choice between singing and weeping, which would you fancy? A good lieutenant gets to know the ways of his men. If you wish to test your readiness, begin there. Out or down, Out or down. Up and out. You look like I feel, Finch. It's just me lungs has caught a wind. Pull me up. -I can't take your ration. -You need it more than me. Boswain's not half-rations. Over here, lads! Lend a hand. -What's happened? -Fallen. -Is he all right? -He's weak, sir too weak to climb the ratlines. -Lack of decent grub, I reckon. -Take him to the sick berth. We sit around doing nothing while the Spanish -pick off our ships. -At your ease, there, Mr. Hornblower. We should be out there, following Captain Foster's example. Captain Foster failed, as I remember it. Better to try and fail than to sit and rot in disease and starvation. I believe you have overstepped the mark, Mr. Hornblower. I apologize, sir. Well, Finch, you seem to have landed yourself a comfortable position. -How soon before we're home? -Home? -Mr. Hornblower? -Yes, that's right. At your ease, Man, at your ease. It's the old muscles is letting me down a bit, sir. -How long have I been here? -A few days now. It seems...This darn fever. -I can't rightly remember. -You'll make it through. How long now till Portsmouth? Not long now. 'Reckon he's getting worse, sir? -He seems confused. -Fever, sir. I've been trying to keep him going, keep him awake, and ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Торпедоносцы на английском - текст Вторжение на английском - текст Судья Дредд на английском - текст Судьба человека на английском - текст Соломенная шляпка на английском |