- III? Drunk, you mean!
- We had to bleed him this morning, sir.
He's not fit.
Mr. Morgan and Mr. Christian agree.
Go below. Tell him to report
on deck at once!
Very good, sir.
Thomas Burkitt, Matthew Thompson,
step forward.
CHRISTIAN:
Ship's company, off hats.
I'm sorry, sir.
Captain Bligh...
How do you feel?
I'm afraid I'm a very old man, lad...
...and a very sick one.
- I'll tell him again you can't report.
No, boy. No, I'm not worth
getting into a scrape over.
For once, a midshipman gives an order.
You stay where you are.
A good lad.
A good lad.
I must pull him out.
I've taken the liberty of telling the
surgeon to stay. He's not able to report.
I'll have no drunken relic holding up
the discipline aboard my ship.
Once more, bring him on deck,
or I'll have you seized up and flogged.
Byam doesn't wanna disobey you. I beg
you, don't force the old man.
He can't walk.
- Go below and see for yourself.
- Are you presuming to give me orders?
BACCHUS:
Reporting on deck for duty, sir.
Mr. Morrison, do your duty.
Four dozen, I believe.
Four dozen it is, sir.
Nothing lost, Mr. Christian.
- Well?
- What did you expect, Mr. Bligh?
The man's dead.
I call this ship's company
to bear witness.
- You killed him!
- Silence.
Ship's company dismissed.
Boatswain, punishment postponed
24 hours.
Aye, aye, sir.
Do you hear, men?
Ship's company dismissed!
Bear a hand. Take him below.
Drunkard?
Yes, but everybody loved him.
The welfare of men on shipboard...
...depends upon things that seem small.
A joke at the right moment.
A glass of grog.
A kind word would do more with seamen
than the cat-o'-nine-tails.
And this ship will be the worse...
...if possible, for his death.
Wonder if that's Defoe Island.
The natives are cannibals...
...but it's land.
The last we'll see for months.
You'd better get some rest.
You've been here for hours.
No. I can't sleep,
and it's nearly my watch.
- Well, good night.
- Roger.
- There's something I want you to do.
- Gladly. What is it?
One never knows what may happen
on a voyage like this.
If for any reason I don't return to
England, I want you to see my parents.
Well, why shouldn't
you return to England?
Why?
I can't stand this devil's work
much longer.
One day I'll forget
this discipline and break his neck.
Wait until we're back in England.
The admiralty will save you the trouble.
Well, in any case,
I'd like you to see my parents.
- Of course. Where do they live?
- In Cumberland at Maincordare.
I've almost forgotten
what the old place looks like.
I haven't seen it in 10 years.
But I do remember
a tapestry in the hall...
...with ships and islands on it.
Perhaps that's what
sent me off to sea.
I don't know.
In any case,
I'd like you to see my home.
If anything should happen, tell my
father and mother you knew me.
- You can count on me.
CHRISTIAN: Good. That's settled, then.
BLIGH: Mr. Byam, you're up late.
- It's fairly warm below.
I hadn't noticed. A true sailor can sleep
in an oven or on ice. Get below.
Very good, sir.
[BELL RINGING]
Your watch, Mr. Christian.
And I must count the coconuts.
MCCO Y:
Mr. Christian, sir.
That shark's been following us since
the surgeon died, waiting for the burial.
- Couldn't I have a musket to shoot it?
- Take the deck.
- I'll get the keys to the arms chest.
- Two muskets.
- I'd like to shoot that shark onboard.
- McCoy!
It's no use. Now's our chance.
There's a lot of us here ready. And the
officers and men that won't join us...
- Well, it's them or us!
- Keep your hatch closed!
Now, get forward!
MAN 1:
Who's there?
MAN 2:
Sailor hand, mate.
- Hey, what's this noise about here?
- Water, mate.
Water?
- For deserters?
- But the lad slipped his cable.
Well, here's to you slipping yours.
When I'm free, I'll wring your scrawny
pipe stem till your tongue pops out!
Tongue, is it? I'll give you something
to remind you of that slice of shark.
[YELLING]