go.
Excuse me.
Hey, you put this fella
in a tight squeeze.
Bully!
Nathaniel!
- But I thought...
- It's all right. It's all right.
Your Majesty.
I should kill you
for getting me into all this!
Well done, Blake.
Let's get back to the ship.
Aye, aye, sir.
Here.
Come on, lads, look lively!
Come on, now. Put your backs into it.
Hayes, you bastard!
That bloody pirate's stolen my ship!
Never mind, we use a real one.
Come!
What now, eh, Captain?
Get your Bible out, Reverend.
Stand by to fire!
And fire!
Hold your course, Blake.
Next time I'll get him.
I need more speed, Captain.
Hold her steady as she goes.
Come with me, Mr. Pease.
Up here, Mr. Pease.
Elevation. Three degrees.
Now I have him.
Stand by to fire!
And fire!
Get down!
Reload!
Blake.
Blake!
Aye, sir.
Hold your course,
and stand by to come hard aport.
What if there's rocks?
If there's rocks,
we'll run aground, Blake.
The man's mad!
He's heading straight for the rocks!
Faster, Captain!
Faster!
Now you shall see what we can do,
Mr. Pease.
Oh, no, no, no,
I think you're doing really fine.
Yep, that's real good.
Two degrees to port!
Two degrees to port!
Faster!
Gun ready.
Stand by.
Stand by.
Now!
Madman!
Two degrees to port! Fast!
Stand by!
Fire!
Damn! Faster, Captain! Faster!
All right, that's it!
Drop anchor and clear out!
Come on!
Go down to the fore and fife.
Go down to the fore and fife.
Great invention
this peashooter of yours.
Mr. Pease!
Faster, into the headland!
Into the headland.
This is my ship, Mr. Pease.
And that's obvious.
- Get it into the headland.
- More speed, Captain!
More speed!
More speed! More speed!
Tight, into the headland.
There she is!
Hard to port! Hard to port!
Give them hell!
Hold fast.
They got Blake!
Take that.
- Let's go, lads.
- Come on, lads!
Let's go.
Sophie! Come on! Sophie!
Come on down the stairs!
Nate, look out!
Drop the shutters!
We have been boarded!
Count Von Rittenberg,
we have been boarded!
Never mind!
They are like fleas on our back.
Secure the bridge. Secure the doors.
What can they do?
What can we do?
Get those muskets.
All right, jam up the links.
Come on!
- Engine room. After you.
- Thank you.
Count, they are blocking the eyeholes!
They are all over the decks.
Everywhere! At the magazine.
I can no longer see.
No matter, I can see.
- Hard to port.
- Hard to port.
We will circle around
and bring our gun to bear on their ship.
My ship!
Captain, it's jammed.
Count, the steering is jammed!
You cannot turn?
Of course you can turn!
I repeat, it is jammed.
I can no longer turn!
Then use the engines. Go to full astern.
Why do we not move?
Engine room, go to full astern.
Engine room!
Damn idiot!
You couldn't sail this mechanical whale
if it was a tin toy in your own bathtub!
Mr. Pease,
I am going to sink their ship.
It isn't their ship!
Anyway, they're all over the top of yours.
Gunter, my sword.
Call out the guard.
Now what the hell are you gonna do?
To show them
that the German fighting machine
is more than just metal ships.
Oh, the honor of the Von Rittenbergs
is at stake, huh?
Well, you don't mind if I just watch?
You don't have any honor, do you?
You coward!
Like I said, it interferes with business,
Count.
Nate.
They'll be steering a straight course
for quite a while.
- If the engine's still working.
- Though highly doubtful, Captain.
Let's get the hell out of here, then.
- Captain Hayes.
- Admiral.
- Count.
- Whatever.
Sophie!
I'll be right there!
Come here, darling.
Shit!
Bully!
- Are you done?
- Oh, hell, yes.
Let's go!
Lieutenant.
Bring this gun to port.
But, Mr. Pease...
Lieutenant,
bring this gun around.
Yes, sir.
Move it faster!
Faster, you idiot!
Keep it moving!
Come on!
Thanks, Pog.
Nate. Come on.
A little more!
Put some muscle into it! That's it.
That's it. That's it.
That's it. Just a few more inches.
And stop!
Stand by to fire!