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father and mother you knew me.
- You can count on me.
- Good. That's settled, then.
- Mr. Byam, you're up late.
- It's fairly warm below.
I hadn't noticed. A true sailor can sleep
in an oven or on ice. Get below.
Very good, sir.
Your watch, Mr. Christian.
And I must count the coconuts.
Mr. Christian, sir.
That shark's been following us since
the surgeon died, waiting for the burial.
- Couldn't I have a musket to shoot it?
- Take the deck.
- I'll get the keys to the arms chest.
- Two muskets.
I'd like to shoot that shark onboard.
It's no use. Now's our chance.
There's a lot of us here ready. And the
officers and men that won't join us...
- Well, it's them or us!
- Keep your hatch closed!
Now, get forward!
Who's there?
Sailor hand, mate.
- Hey, what's this noise about here?
- Water, mate.
Water?
- For deserters?
- But the lad slipped his cable.
Well, here's to you slipping yours.
When I'm free, I'll wring your scrawny
pipe stem till your tongue pops out!
Tongue, is it? I'll give you something
to remind you of that slice of shark.
You scum! Get out!
I'm sorry, lad.
Are you all right?
Thank you, Mr. Christian, sir.
Better take care of Thompson, sir.
Murdering butcher!
I've had enough of this blood ship!
He's not master of life and death on a
quarterdeck above the angels. McCoy!
Quintal!
I'm sick of blood! Bloody backs!
Bloody faces!
Bligh, you've given your last command!
We'll be men again if we hang for it!
You say you're ready for anything?
Release them!
- You're taking the ship?
- Mutiny?
Yes, mutiny! Pass the word.
Seize the arms chest.
We've been waiting for this!
No! Don't hit me!
Take him!
Boatswain!
No, no, don't hurt me! Don't hurt me!
Now, wake up! Get into your clothes
and lose no time about it.
- What's the matter?
- What's happened?
- Have we been attacked?
- No, we've taken the ship.
And old Bligh's a prisoner.
Mutiny?
Tie him to the pipe.
Mr. Morrison! Mr. Coleman!
Shut up or I'll shut your trap for you!
Give up this madness,
or we'll all be murdered.
You're in no danger.
What will we do with him?
- Shoot him!
- I'll slit his dirty throat!
See that, you butcher? My four dozen.
We'll give you 400.
- We'll let you know what it feels like!
- Flog him!
You old rogue. You'd flog us.
You'd make us eat grass.
You bluenosed baboon!
Back! Back, all of you!
No more flogging aboard this ship.
That's why we're taking it.
We'll have something to say about that!
What will you do with him?
Put him in a launch and cast him adrift.
Give him food, water,
cutlasses and a compass.
You can have your choice.
Go with him or stay with me.
No. Slit his throat, I say,
and feed him to the sharks.
And I say go forward!
Clear the launch and lower away!
Aye, aye, sir.
- Stand by, Thompson.
- Aye, aye, sir.
Lively, old buzzing bees.
What a pity, what a pity!
Every little tree, perfect.
- You'll be sure to water them?
- Never you fret. We'll water them.
We'll take care of your plants,
here, Morgan!
You may stay onboard if you like,
without joining us.
No, thank you, sir.
All right. Your turn, Mr. Bligh.
Mr. Christian, I give you your last chance
to return to duty.
I'll take my chance against the law.
You'll take yours against the sea.
But you're taking my ship! My ship!
Your ship? The king's ship, you mean,
and you're not fit to command it.
Into the boat!
We're ready, Churchill.
Bear a hand here, will you?
McCoy! McCoy!
Two little monkey jackets.
Loyal to Captain Bligh, eh?
- Serves them right.
- Come on, lads, on deck.
I tell you, we will!
Mr. Christian, you forgot us.
Call back the boat.
There's no more room.
You must stay with us.
- We'll join our captain!
- We're not mutineers!
I said there was no more room!
Take them below!
Stand the guns on them!
Give them a drink!
Casting me adrift 3500 miles
from a port of call.
You're sending me to my doom, eh?
Well, you're wrong, Christian!
I'll take this boat as
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