sick.
Raise him up, Mr. Maggs.
Norton, get me a cup.
This will nourish you, Mr. Morgan.
No, thank you, sir.
Give it to the youngsters.
They need it more.
Yes, Mr. Morgan,
but l'm still giving the orders.
Timor, up ahead.
Timor!
Up with you. Up with you.
We've beaten the sea itself.
l hope Master Roger has
a nice Christmas, ma'am.
Thank you.
-Well, good night, ma'am.
-Good night.
-Good night, ma'am.
-Good night, ma'am.
l beg your pardon.
Will there be anything more?
-Nothing more, Burrows.
-Thank you.
Christmas?
Yes, Christmas.
Peace on earth, goodwill to....
Come along.
A merry Christmas to you,
Mrs. Christian.
Thank you, lads.
A merry Christmas to you all.
-Same to you, sir.
-Merry Christmas, Mr. Christian.
Won't you come--?
-Roger!
-Merry Christmas, Fletcher.
Oh, thanks, lad. l've been hoping
for this for a year.
Come in. This is a day worth celebrating.
Begging your pardon, sir.
We've brought the little lady
a bit of Christmas.
Well, thanks, lad.
But she must have it from you.
Come in. Come in, lads, all of you.
-Thank you, sir.
-Aye, aye.
My boy was like that
when l left home, sir.
He'll be 3 years old now.
Come on, lads.
Everybody outside for some grog.
Thank you, sir.
lsn't that a sweet baby?
Help yourself, lads!
Thank you, sir.
The surgeon's, Roger.
lt would delight his soul to have us
drink it, especially on this day.
Friend. Good, good.
Hitihiti, here.
Makes head go round, round.
Come on, Byrne, drink some of this!
Where's Ellison? Ellison!
Come on!
What? A ship?
-Maybe she's Spanish.
-No.
-No, she's British-rigged.
-British?
Did you hear that, mate? British.
-British?
-She's coming for us.
We've got a chance.
The wind's against her.
She must lay outside the reef
till morning.
Get your families and your goods together!
Get aboard the Bounty!
Thompson, everyone onboard?
Burkitt and Muspratt
have gone into hiding.
The fools! They'll be taken and hanged.
Get in the boat.
Where are you taking us?
l don't know. The Pacific is filled
with uncharted islands.
We'll find one and settle there for good.
Mr. Christian, l've got a wife and child
in England. l've got to get back.
Back? You know what that means?
A yardarm.
l must take that chance, sir.
But whatever happens,
l'll never blame you.
Thanks, lad, and l understand.
Good luck.
Well, this is goodbye, youngster.
We'll never see each other again,
that's certain.
-But l'll remember.
-l will too, Fletcher.
When you're back in England with the fleet,
you'll hear the hue and cry against me.
From now on, they'll spell mutiny
with my name.
l regret that...
...but not the taking of the ship.
Every time l think of Bligh....
Well, l'd do it again.
lf ever l reach England again, l'll go
to your father and tell him the truth.
Thanks.
-l'll be happier knowing that.
-Fletcher.
What is out there for you?
Another island.
-Stand by. l'll be back in a moment.
-Hurry up, Byam.
When she comes around the headland,
we're going to pilot her in.
Oh, Tehani, l'll be back in two hours.
Tehani knows.
The ship may be here for months
before she sails.
But she will sail.
Byam, midshipman. Tehani knows.
Tehani, you're my wife, always.
Mrs. Roger Byam.
My wife, my darling.
There she is, lads,
and we've nothing to fear.
We took no part in the mutiny.
Soon we'll be in England.
Thank God! Thank God!
We're returning. Good, eh?
Very good, sir. My name's Byam,
Roger Byam. This is Mr. Stewart.
We're midshipmen
of His Majesty's ship, Bounty.
Bring those men up!
Captain Bligh, thank God you're alive, sir.
They gave me a boat and a sail,
didn't they?
Where is Fletcher Christian?
He sailed yesterday, sir,
when your ship was sighted.
-Where to?
-l don't know, sir.
-You don't know, Stewart?
-l don't know either.
You're lying, both of you.
Sergeant, put these men in irons.
-lrons? What for?
-Mutiny.
But we're not mutineers.
A court-martial in England
will decide that.