on
the seas upon their lawful occasions...
...and that we may return in safety
to enjoy the blessings of the land...
...with a remembrance of thy mercies
to praise and glorify thy holy name...
...through Jesus Christ our Lord, amen.
TOGETHER: Amen.
- Ship's company, on hats.
The ship's company
will bear in mind...
...we are at sea
under the articles of war.
Perhaps you are unaware
that the articles of war invest in me...
...the authority to order punishment.
During the recent heavy weather, I've
watched you at work on deck and aloft.
You don't know wood from canvas, and
it seems that you don't want to learn.
Well, I'll have to give you a lesson.
You, you, you, step forward.
You three are
a disgrace to saltwater!
Ten days on half rations.
What's your name?
- Thomas Burkitt, sir.
- He's a thief, sir. Dartmoor Prison.
- A thief.
- Convicted. Offered a choice:
Dartmoor Prison or the king's navy.
You've been to Dartmoor Prison, Burkitt?
- Yes, sir.
- It seems you prefer the navy.
You may regret that choice
before this voyage is over. Your name?
Thomas Ellison, sir. Pressed into service.
I've got a wife, a baby.
I asked your name, not the history
of your misfortunes. Your name?
- Smith.
- Not you, you idiot! You.
- William Muspratt, sir.
- Have you got a wife, Muspratt?
Have you got a wife?
Two, sir.
The ship's company will remember that
I am your captain, judge and your jury.
You do your duty
and we may get along...
...but whatever happens,
you'll do your duty. Go forward.
CHRISTIAN:
Lively, lads.
Thief. Nobody calls me a thief
but the men I steals from.
Half rations.
You there!
Who did that?
I can't tell you, sir.
- Mr. Morrison.
- Aye, sir.
- Report that man for two dozen lashes.
- But...
I done it, sir.
Pick it up.
Put it back.
- Mr. Morrison, lay on with a will.
- Aye, aye, sir.
Bligh, these men aren't
king-and-country volunteers.
They've been brought aboard
by press gangs.
In a week, I'll get some spirit
without flogging.
Teach them who's master
and never let them forget.
- Mr. Morrison!
MORRISON: Aye.
Before we see port, I'll make them
jump at a midshipman's jacket...
...even if it's hung
on a broomstick to dry.
Give this man his two dozen. When I ask
for information, I expect to get it.
- I didn't hear the watch call, sir.
- Why not?
Sorry, I was cleaning brass
for Mr. Byam.
That's true, sir.
Stretch this man over a gun
and give him two dozen lashes.
But I was responsible, sir.
Byam will be in charge
of the punishment.
Two dozen.
That's enough, Mr. Morrison.
MAN: Man overboard!
- Bring a line!
Idiot. I'll have to teach
my top men not to fall off the ship.
Mr. Morrison!
When you get him onboard,
stretch him with a rail to dry him off.
I can't stand it. I got to get water.
Get back to your work.
I wanted water for my knees, sir.
I can't stand it. Please, sir.
- What is it?
- This man left his work. Wants water.
Look, sir, it's the sand
worked in cruel.
- I wanted water to wash it.
- I'll give you water.
Mr. Morrison, keelhaul this man.
MAN:
Haul away!
- Well?
- The man is dead, Mr. Bligh.
Mr. Bligh, I've seen calms and doldrums,
but not one like this in 40 years.
- The men in the boats are worn-out.
- Not the way they're pulling.
- Put new men into the boats.
- Mr. Morrison, pipe the men.
Change the boat crews.
Dive in with your mess, lads.
The boats are alongside.
Mr. Byam, look at this bit
of meat, sir. It's alive.
I'm sorry, lad.
There's nothing I can do about it.
This bit of meat was
mined in a rock quarry.
- Here, I'll change with you, lad.
- Thanks.
It's alive, all right...
...but they're fresh meat anyway.
Mr. Byam, I'm reporting
these two men unfit for duty.
- Very good. You men are relieved.
BLIGH: What's the delay here?
You realize we're waiting
for these men to pull us into a wind?
The men haven't finished mess,
and these two are unfit for duty.
- Unfit?!
- My orders,