These...stories, do you take them to be true? No, sir. I'm sorry, sir. I was out of place in what I said. Indeed you were. I understand that Finch was a close friend. I owed him much, sir. I, too, was in his debt. And that is why you are not already in irons. But, you must understand there can be no excuse for mutinous talk. -Yes, sir. -I shall be watching the men closely. If morale sinks, I'll know who to blame. Return to your work. We take what's ours. -That's stealing. -How can you steal something that rightfully belongs to you? -You're talking mutiny, Bunting. -And what if I am? How else can we put a stop to this injustice? I won't be party to this sort of talk. Nor I. Nor I. You'll think differently when you're spitting out teeth! Mr. Hornblower, a word if you please. My quarters are entirely unacceptable. They are the best we have to offer, sir. They smell of sweat, and worse. See to it that I am moved immediately. Thank-you. I came back to find the lock burst. I'm sure he's in the hold. Bunting! What do you think you're doing? I'M HUNNGRRY! I'M HUNNGRRY! What kind of man are you? That would steal food from his shipmates' bellies? Have you no shame? I despair, I really do. Very well. We must follow example with example. Mr. Hornblower, let the crew show their disgust for this... -...creature. -Sir? The gauntlet, Mr. Hornblower. Please sir, it was a moment's madness. Quiet! The punishment shall fit the crime. If I may interject, sir. I should bear the responsibility for Bunting's actions. You? I earlier overheard him goading the crew with rumours and lies. I should have dealt with him more firmly. Very well, Mr. Hornblower, you shall make your amends by leading him yourself, through the gauntlet. Bring him out. This man is a thief! A man caught stealing food from the hold steals it from each and every one of you. Make sure you teach him his lesson. Any man going easy on him will be implicated in the theft. Carry on, Mr. Hornblower. Enough! Enough, I say! I think the lesson is well-taken. From this day forth, the next man stealing food from the hold shall hang from the yardarm. Mr. Hornblower, about these new quarters… Well, sir, it's a pretty sight from here, but a closer inspection will show that the eye is deceived. -Sir? -You'll soon regret volunteering, Mr. Hornblower. I doubt that, sir. Right sir, lay alongside the jetty there would you? Very good sir. One and two steady. Lay on your oars. Toss your oars. What do we do now, sir? We wait. Our presence has been noted. Steady. Rig that sail so it gives us some shade, Matthews. What the…? Stop him! Stop that man! Have you lost all sense, man? Theft, and now desertion? Are you determined to hang? The captain will decide your fate. Secure him in the boat. I will not live with injustice! Wait! If he makes another sound, gag him. Aye, aye, sir. Bring him aboard! I fancy he would be at home here amongst the heathen. Oh no, look at that. Looks like a man who's taken a drink, sir. -Muslims don't drink, Styles. -It's illegal, unlawful and impossible to obtain. He's managed somehow, sir. His majesty's consul, I believe. Your servant, Mr. Duras. May I present acting lieutenant, Horatio Hornblower, of the frigate Indefatigable. May I introduce the treasurer of his highness, here to fetch the gold. The gold, sir, is there, in the sternsheets of the longboat. You will have a closer view of it when we have a closer view of the stores. Now, the gold. -Mr. Hornblower. -Very good, sir. -Bring out the gold, Matthews. -Aye, aye, sir. -Well, Cook? -Very good, effendi. Are you unwell sir? It's this infernal heat. Sir, what's happening here? -Oh my goodness. - What is it, sir? It's the plague, Hornblower. It's the Black Death. The Plague! Stand still there! Marines! Stand to! Charge bayonets! -I must report this to the ship. -The ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Упущенная галактика на английском - текст Без компромиссов на английском - текст В огне брода нет на английском - текст Нечто на английском - текст Сказка про Федота-стрельца, удалого молодца на английском |