rights here.
- Off ship, Joe. Off ship.
I'm not going until the ship sails.
Hey, you can't do that!
Flogging through the fleet.
We're included.
- A compliment to the Bounty, Sir Joseph.
- Yes.
Mr. Christian, pipe the ship's company
at five bells to witness punishment.
Would you care to see the flogging?
No. The only discipline
I know is science.
There's science in using a
cat-o'-nine-tails. Watch my boatswain.
I really must be off.
I came aboard merely to introduce Roger.
Goodbye, my boy.
This won't be all cakes and ale, Roger...
...but your family's followed the sea
for seven generations.
Not one ever failed in his duty.
In a tight place,
that's all you'll need to remember.
- I'll try to, sir.
- Sure you will, my boy.
- Goodbye, Mr. Bligh.
- Goodbye, Sir Joseph.
What does it mean, sir,
"flogging through the fleet"?
Sentence of court-martial,
two dozen lashes at each ship.
What was the man's crime, sir?
Struck his captain.
But that's over 300 lashes.
I don't understand why...
Can you understand this?
Discipline's the thing.
A seaman's a seaman, captain's
a captain. And a midshipman...
...is the lowest form of animal life
in the British navy.
Now you know what
a midshipman is.
[BELL RINGING]
[DRUM ROLLING]
MAN 1:
Line up!
MAN 2:
Port oars!
Ship's company, off hats!
Article 22: "If any officer, mariner
or other person in the fleet...
...shall strike or offer to strike
any of his superiors...
...and being convicted,
he shall suffer punishment...
...inflicted on him by
the sentence of a court-martial."
Ship's company, on hats!
- Mr. Morrison, two dozen, I believe.
- Two dozen it is, sir.
- The man is dead, sir.
- Dead?
- Shall I dismiss the men, sir?
- What?
Certainly not.
We'll proceed with punishment.
Boatswain, do your duty.
Come along with you. Do your duty!
[WHIP CRACKING]
Bloody murderer.
Mr. Byam!
MORRISON: Punishment counted out, sir.
- Mr. Morrison, come aboard.
- Mr. Fryer, make ready to sail.
- Starboard watch, secure for sea.
Starboard watch, shorten and cable!
Stand by to go aloft!
In captain's gig, Mr. Christian.
Both watches, hoist!
FRYER: Hoist away!
- Topsails.
Way aloft!
Winds offshore!
You'll take the mizzenmast, Mr. Byam.
What's the matter, afraid to go aloft?
Why, it's child's play.
That man they flogged.
He was dead.
Get aloft. Bear a hand.
Mr. Morrison, start those men.
[MEN SINGING]
Tallyho!
Child's play.
MAN:
Anchors aweigh, sir.
Let fall!
Down from aloft!
Down from there! A dozen for
the coat of the last man down!
Please, sir!
CHRISTIAN:
Skipper Hayward!
Mr. Hayward!
- I'll take care of him.
- Keep hold!
Hoist away!
Set courses, royals and gallants!
FRYER:
Royals and gallants!
Starboard bridges,
aweigh with the anchors.
- Ship ready.
- Give her lee helm.
Lee helm, sir.
- Steady.
- Steady, sir.
There she goes. Her anchor's up.
Oh, Mary, it's such a little ship.
My Tommy will bring her home.
TOGETHER:
Hurrah!
Hurrah!
Hurrah!
- We're under canvas again, Mr. Christian.
- Yes, sir.
- It's our third voyage together.
- Not of my choosing.
So the port admiral told me.
Well, you're here. I requested you.
I like having a gentleman as my
subordinate, being a self-made man.
I admire you for that, sir.
And for very little else?
Sailing orders?
Tahiti direct by Cape Horn.
Winds permitting.
If we can't make westing,
we shall have to go by Africa.
Then we'll have to get
supplies at Simon's Bay.
We'll need them. This ship has
less food than a prison hull.
And I don't trust that clerk of yours.
Who asked you to meddle
with my clerk?
Can't get much from a hungry man.
I have to work these men we feed.
Rascals and pirates.
Did you see them growl at the flogging?
I'll teach them what flogging's like.
My advice, sir, if you'll take it,
is not to be too harsh with them.
We're sailing 10,000 miles together
for the next two years.
- It's like a powder magazine.
- I don'