eyes, man!
You turned your back on me!
- Oh, for that I apologize.
- Very well.
- But I protest.
- You protest, do you?
I am Master of The Bounty.
And I am Commander, by law!
I am the first. Do you understand?
God damn your hide.
And now you may dismiss, sir!
- Mr Cole.
- Sir.
All hands on deck. If you please.
Surely, Mr Bligh. It was unwise
to replace a professional sailor
like Mr Fryer
with a relative novice?
Fletcher Christian could hardly
be called a novice, sir.
The fact that he was
a good friend of yours,
was not of undue
influence upon you?
Let me know the intent
of your question, Mr Greetham.
We're trying to establish, Mr Bligh,
how you came to lose your ship.
I did not lose my ship, sir!
It was taken from me by a gang of
mutineers led by Fletcher Christian.
The man you promoted.
Yes. I promoted him because
John Fryer was grossly inefficient.
And he was also a coward. Fletcher
Christian at least had courage.
More, perhaps, than you ultimately
found to be acceptable. Eh, Mr Bligh?
Friday, October 10th.
At half-past twelve today,
James Valentine departed this life
as a result of illness and fatigue
sustained at Cape Horn.
This after all my care of the men
is surely a result
of our drunken surgeon's neglect.
Oh, God. By whose mercy
the souls of all men rest.
Bless these waters
and absolve from sin
he whose body
we now confine to them.
Eternal rest grant unto him.
And may he rest in peace. Amen.
Amen.
Commit the body to the deep.
At four o'clock, we buried Valentine
with all the decency in our power.
Twenty-five degrees.
Thirty-six minutes.
Land Ho! Land Ho!
Where away?
Dead ahead, sir.
Stand by to fire the salute!
Ready to fire the salute. Fire!
Stand by for a second salute!
Fire second salute!
Hey. I'll have her.
Thank you.
Quintel!
Sorry sir.
Have you ever seen
a woman before?
Keep your mind
and your eyes on your work, man.
Come on, get in line there.
Oars!
Prepare to toss oars.
Toss oars.
Toss your oars.
Thank you.
Hail, Capitan Bligh.
Hail, King Tynah.
Thank you, your Majesty.
I bring you greetings from His Majesty,
King George of England.
How is the great Captain Cook?
Captain Cook! He's well
and he also sends his greetings.
- He lives?
- Yes.
- He is my friend.
- I know.
Now you see.
Ah!
He gave me his picture.
Yes.
Some people say he was killed
by the people of Hawaii.
No, er... Captain Cook
is very much alive.
And, er, he's in good health,
King Tynah. He's very much alive.
As I said,
he sends his greetings to you.
And, er, he always talks of you
as his very close friend.
You told that
to this man... Tynah?
King Tynah, sir.
A savage King.
A King, my lord.
Descended from many Kings.
As our King George
is descended from many Kings.
Yes, in a way, sir.
Then why did you lie to him?
Why did you not tell him
Captain Cook was murdered
in Hawaii 10 years before?
Because they believe
that Captain Cook is immortal.
Literally?
They seem to regard
his likeness as a sacred image.
Interesting.
They also believe that every British
officer is more or less related to him.
So you were
more or less immortal too.
It would appear so, sir. And-um -
I also needed their assistance.
Captain Cook was our guarantor.
How long you stay in Tahiti?
About two months.
Round about the islands.
Stay here. Do not go to the other
islands. No welcome there for you.
Everything you need is here.
I'm much obliged to you.
His Majesty King George
has sent you many gifts,
King Tynah. Perhaps
I could carry back in return.
Gifts from yourself
to His Majesty King George.
Anything for a King. Pigs.
Bananas. Coconuts. Breadfruit.
Breadfruit. Breadfruit's
a very good idea. Yes, breadfruit.
I think His Majesty likes breadfruit.
Isn't that true Mr Nelson?
Indeed it is, sir.
His Majesty is a very keen gardener.
He would appreciate
breadfruit greatly.
If you were to send him
little breadfruit plants.
He could grow