animal life
in the British navy.
Now you know what
a midshipman is.
Line up!
Port oars!
Ship's company, off hats!
Article 22: "lf 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!
Bloody murderer.
Mr. Byam!
-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!
Hoist away!
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.
Tallyho!
Child's play.
Anchors aweigh, sir.
Let fall!
Down from aloft!
Down from there! A dozen for
the coat of the last man down!
Please, sir!
Skipper Hayward!
Mr. Hayward!
-I'll take care of him.
-Keep hold!
Hoist away!
Set courses, royals and gallants!
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.
Hurrah!
Hurrah!
Hurrah!
Well, we're under canvas again,
Mr. Christian.
-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't want your advice.
I've my own way with seamen.
They respect one law, the law of fear.
-My officers should remember that.
-I can only tell you what I think!
They come from jails and taverns, but
they're English and they'll sail anywhere.
I'm not interested in what you think.
I expect you to carry out whatever
orders I give, whenever I give them.
I'll carry out your orders, Mr. Bligh.
Then we understand each other?
Perfectly.
-Any orders for the deck?
-No.
-That all?
-Yes. You may go.
Thank you, sir.
-She's flying, Mr. Christian.
-Tahiti direct, sir.
Tahiti direct, Mr. Christian.
Pass it on: No change of
sail without my orders.
Put two men at the wheel.
We'll carry on or carry under.
-Southeast by east.
-Southeast by east, sir.
No change in sails except
for captain's orders.
Mr. Byam, you'll stand by
for midshipman's school.
Aye, aye, sir.
You! Hold up, there!
Never empty your buckets into the wind!
Find the wind, you idiot!
Find the wind and then choose your rail.
Get below!
We're off around the world, boys.
Light hearts and tight britches.
Off around the world.
Oh, dry up, you cub.
Is it human, or what do you think?
I can't stand yowling water babies.
Blast you! I told you not
to swing that lantern!
You don't mean it makes you seasick?
An old buccaneer like you?
I'll knock more