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.
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.
- 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, sir.
If they can walk, they can work.
Put them in the boats and get
these other men out immediately.
Any sign of a breeze, sir?
I'm about at the end of my rope.
Keep up your stroke, man.
I'll whistle a wind up for you.
Can't we...?
- Can't we rest a spell, sir?
- No, and keep your hatch closed.
This is the cask with
only one cheese in, sir.
- What's this? What's this?
- Two cheeses are gone.
- What?
- Two 50-pound cheeses missing.
- Stolen, of course, sir.
- Thieves and jailbirds!
- What?
- A hundred pounds of cheese gone.
They'd steal canvas off a corpse.
- Strange. I checked the stores myself.
- Cheeses can't fly, fool!
They've been stolen, of course.
Stop allowance of cheese
until the theft is made up.
Begging your pardon, sir.
Back in Portsmouth...
...that cask was opened by you...
...and Mr. Maggs had the cheeses
carried ashore.
- Silence!
- Perhaps you'll recollect, sir.
- Maggs had me take them to your house.
- You insolent scoundrel!
But I remember very well, sir, because
I didn't get to see my wife that day.
Boatswain, spread-eagle that liar
to the rigging till sundown.
- Aye, aye, sir.
- Wind off the starboard bow, sir.
- Man the lee board braces!
- Aye, aye, sir.
Here. Get that.
Well, Mr. Christian, if your rascals
are any good, bring us into the wind.
Boats!
- Pull, lads! Pull!
- Lay into it, now. Get up.
Send her up, Burkitt. Pull!
Mr. Byam, pull up their strokes!
Pull! Pull!
- Mr. Hayward, speed up!
- Mr. Byam, use your rope's end!
- Come on, lads, pull!
- Come on, pick them up.
Pull!
We're almost in!
Put your weight in it!
Good lad, Muspratt. Pull, lads!
We're in!
We're in! Well done, there!
Shall I call the boats in, sir?
They've done their job.
What do you expect me to do,
knight them? Hoist the boats.
- Aye, sir.
- Good, lads! Good, lads!
Well, we are out of
the doldrums at last, sir.
I told you to spread-eagle that liar.
Why hasn't it been done?
Very good, sir.
Come along, McCoy.
There's nothing more
powerful than brandy.
I threw a brandy bottle overboard once,
empty one, off the coast of Madagascar.
Three years later, I picked it up
in a river in Portugal.
It had gone back
to its home vineyard for more.
You would've made
an excellent historian.
You have a profound contempt for facts.
I don't despise facts, sir,
I'm indifferent to them.
Water. Water.
Cheese, Mr. Christian?
No, thank you, sir.
- Mr. Byam?
- No, thank you, sir.
- Mr. Fryer?
- No, thank you, sir.
Perhaps the surgeon
wants cheese.
No, thank you, sir.
It's bad for my innards.
To the best of my recollection,
Mr. Christian, you're partial to cheese.
Not tonight, sir.
Burn me. I believe
you're with the men.
If you'll allow me,
I think you've been unjust.
- Unjust?
- A bit of cheese, more or less.
Unjust? In other words,
you say I'm the man who lied.
- I didn't say that, sir.
- You implied it.
I've no doubt that Maggs disposed of
the