come after us?
He'll be marooned on some island.
I only wish to God I'd given
him muskets. Now get out.
At least
ten times we have touched land.
Only to find either barren rocks
or hostile inhabitants.
And once nearly ran
a foul of an English frigate.
Our stores are low.
The spirit of the men, even lower.
His royal highness
woken up at last, has he?
Given you a rest, has he, darling?
Fletcher wants you.
Ned, I found it. Listen.
Where is it?
July 2nd, we discovered an island,
seeming uninhabited. It was
well timbered. But we did not linger
for we could find no anchorage.
That's perfect.
Every ship in the Royal Navy has a
copy of that book and those charts.
They never drew it on the charts.
All they give is a latitude,
25 degrees south.
Now it seems to me, all we have to do
is simply sail along this line of latitude.
We'll find the island.
Somewhere.
And if we don't? These men need a
home, Fletcher. They've mutinied once.
Oh, they'll have a home.
Pitcairn's Island.
They'd better.
I can
no longer write for lack of strength.
Commend me to your parents
and our loving daughters.
Mr Bligh,
when my spirit is gone,
there will be nothing
but flesh remaining.
I beg you use that poor flesh
to save the others.
No, no, Mr Nelson.
We're civilised men not savages.
And as civilised men we shall die.
Have no fear.
Sir, we'd like a word.
We've had it up to here.
There is no island.
We want to turn back to Tahiti.
And who'll navigate?
You. You're the navigator.
I'll navigate.
This ship's going to Pitcairn's Island.
Sir!
Sir!
Smith.
It's land.
- What?
- I think it's land.
Mr Cole, you'll hoist the Jack.
It's not proper
to land without identification.
Oh. God.
Sir. I am Lieutenant William Bligh.
I'm a British naval officer
and I have
to report an act of piracy.
We've found it.
We've found it, Ned.
It's our island.
We could easily have missed it.
Yes.
We'll never get off this island now,
will we sir?
Never see England again.
This court finds that the seizure of
His Majesty's armed vessel, Bounty,
was an act of mutiny by Fletcher
Christian and others of her crew.
And that her captain, Lieutenant William
Bligh, is in the opinion of this court,
to be exonerated
of all blame on this occasion.
Indeed, in the matter of his command
of the Bounty's open launch,
we commend Lieutenant Bligh for his
courage and exemplary seamanship.
Will you please
come forward Lieutenant?
My Lord. Thank you.[CAT MEOWING]
MAN:
Eight o'clock.
All's well. Misty weather.
[VIOLIN PLAYING]
- Here ye are, me lad.
- Thank ye.
A press gang. A press gang!
MAN 1: The press gang!
MAN 2: Let's get out of here!
In the king's name!
Well, we got all the fish
we need in one net.
- Line them up, boatswain.
- Aye, aye. Line up, lads!
Lads, bow your necks and weep.
You're in the king's navy.
I'm no seaman, sir. I'm a tailor.
What's that, your needlework?
No chin music.
- What ship?
- The Bounty, for the South Seas.
- The South Seas?
- That's the end of the world.
No, he sailed there with Captain Cook.
He knows the brown gals
gay as kiss-me.
- Who's the captain?
- Bligh.
- Bligh!
- Seize him!
How long will we be gone?
Till there's enough frost
in hell to kill snap beans.
How long is that, sir?
I've got to know.
- Two years, lad.
- Please, don't take my husband.
When we had a baby,
Tommy left the sea.
He don't want to serve in the navy.
- It's true, sir.
- Sorry, the king needs six men.
You can't take him! It's like forever!
I can't take them and not take him.
No, you can't take him!
I won't let you!
- Lass, lass.
- It's two years! No! It's two years!
This is England's new venture
in science, in trade, in discovery.
Who else but Sir Austin Byam's
son should go?
But two years.
- I understand, my dear.
MAN: Ship ahoy!
Bob.
Behold! The elder son of the sea
and heir to all its oceans.
Uniform by Jeeves.
[LAUGHING]
It's so new, it creaks.
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