-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, l give you your last chance
to return to duty.
l'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.
lnto 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.
l 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!
l 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!
l'll take this boat as she floats
to England if l must!
l'll live to see you,
all of you...
...hanging from the highest yardarm
in the British fleet!
Yardarms, is it? l'll give you yardarms.
Burkitt!
You're not leaving them adrift?
They'll starve or drown.
-That's Bligh's affair.
-Your friends, Morgan, Purcell--
Do you think l wanted this?
-Call back the boat.
-No.
-Call it back!
-No!
These men have been in hell.
l couldn't stand it.
-Then l must go with Bligh.
-There's no room.
Then l call on you men.
All of you, in the name
of the king, return to duty.
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
Give me that gun! Give me that!
Take him below.
Stand by to wear ship.
-What course, sir?
-West-northwest, Tahiti.
Tahiti, lads!
Tahiti! Tahiti!
Hey, Thompson!
Here comes their water!
Sit down, Roger.
You know, there are five other men
onboard...
...who refused to take part
in the mutiny.
They've agreed not to try
and retake the ship.
You may have your liberty
under the same conditions.
l simply want your word for it.
You may have it.
But l'll escape if l can.
l understand.
Then l may go?
Yes, you may go.
Roger...
...l'm sorry l had to hit you.
That didn't hurt.
What hurts is that you and l
can never again be friends.
Keep her as she goes, west-northwest.
West-northwest, sir.
l presume you'll make
for the nearest island.
No. That's certain death. The savages
in these parts are fierce cannibals.
We must keep well clear of those fellas.
By my reckoning, the first port from
which we can expect help is Timor...
...in the Dutch East lndies,
some 3500 miles away.
Then our case is hopeless.
lt is by no means hopeless.
We have extra canvas, rope, a tool chest.
We'll put on every rag of sail we can.
That's impossible. Deeply laden as we are,
we'd fill with the first storm.
Then we'll bail with our hands
if we must.
She'll see us through if we do our part,
she will!
Begging your pardon, sir,
but the food and the water.
We haven't got enough for 1 0 days.
lf we are to reach Timor alive,
we must make it last 20, 40, 50 days.
lt's the sea against us.
Mr. Bligh, we'd be pleased if you'd
ask God's blessing on our journey.
That l shall do, Mr. Fryer.
Almighty God, thou knowest our need.
Grant that we acquit ourselves like men...
...in the trials and dangers
that lie before us.
Bail!
Bail!
Bail faster!
Bail faster! Bail!
Another piece, Mr. Maggs.
Thank you.
Thank you, lad.
Are we all served?
All served, sir.
Now, lads, for your own good,
eat and drink slowly.
How far have we still to go, sir?
Don't let your mind
dwell upon that, lad.
Think how far we've come.
We'll never see Portsmouth again?
We'll see Portsmouth again...
...and we'll see Fletcher Christian
hanging from a yardarm...
...and every pirate with him.
Steady, mates.
Steady.
Mr. Fryer, take the tiller.
Get away! l caught him!
Hey, lads! Give me that bird!
Share and share alike, lads.
The blood for the