the boat.
-No.
-Call it back!
-No!
These men have been in hell.
I couldn't stand it.
-Then I must go with Bligh.
-There's no room.
Then I call on you men.
All of you, in the name
of the king, return to duty.
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
Give me that gun! Give me that!
Take him below.
Stand by to wear ship.
-What course, sir?
-West-northwest, Tahiti.
Tahiti, lads!
Tahiti! Tahiti!
Hey, Thompson!
Here comes their water!
Sit down, Roger.
You know, there are five other men
onboard...
...who refused to take part
in the mutiny.
They've agreed not to try
and retake the ship.
You may have your liberty
under the same conditions.
I simply want your word for it.
You may have it.
But I'll escape if I can.
I understand.
Then I may go?
Yes, you may go.
Roger...
...I'm sorry I had to hit you.
That didn't hurt.
What hurts is that you and l
can never again be friends.
Keep her as she goes, west-northwest.
West-northwest, sir.
I presume you'll make
for the nearest island.
No. That's certain death. The savages
in these parts are fierce cannibals.
We must keep well clear of those fellas.
By my reckoning, the first port from
which we can expect help is Timor...
...in the Dutch East lndies,
some 3500 miles away.
Then our case is hopeless.
It is by no means hopeless.
We have extra canvas, rope, a tool
chest. We'll put on every rag of sail.
That's impossible. Deeply laden as we
are, we'd fill with the first storm.
Then we'll bail with our hands
if we must.
She'll see us through if we do our part,
she will!
Begging your pardon, sir,
but the food and the water.
We haven't got enough for 1 0 days.
If we are to reach Timor alive,
we must make it last 20, 40, 50 days.
It's the sea against us.
Mr. Bligh, we'd be pleased if you'd
ask God's blessing on our journey.
That I shall do, Mr. Fryer.
Almighty God, thou knowest our need.
Grant we acquit ourselves like men...
...in the trials and dangers
that lie before us.
Bail!
Bail!
Bail faster!
Bail faster! Bail!
Another piece, Mr. Maggs.
Thank you.
Thank you, lad.
Are we all served?
All served, sir.
Now, lads, for your own good,
eat and drink slowly.
How far have we still to go, sir?
Don't let your mind
dwell upon that, lad.
Think how far we've come.
We'll never see Portsmouth again?
We'll see Portsmouth again...
...and we'll see Fletcher Christian
hanging from a yardarm...
...and every pirate with him.
Steady, mates.
Steady.
Mr. Fryer, take the tiller.
Get away! I caught him!
Hey, lads! Give me that bird!
Share and share alike, lads.
The blood for the 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 I'm still giving the orders.
Timor, up ahead.
Timor!
Up with you. Up with you.
We've beaten the sea itself.
I 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.
I 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. I'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 I 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.
It would delight his soul to have us
drink it, especially on