In the Heart of the Sea Page #2

I was 14 years old.

Go ahead, kid.

It was my first time at sea. I did not dare show, I was afraid.

Barzillai was 17 years. We were both orphans.

We were eager to be called men.

- Grubs. What carries the neck? - It is whalebones.

How do I get one?

By spyde and kill the largest creature on Earth.

Nickerson, reach mr. Bond vegetables.

Hurry up.

One day, I have 12 of them.

The windlass is clear and our sails are made lynx.

That's only half the supplies.

Your presence can only mean one thing.

That one person on board knows the truth about Owen Chase.

- No, to the other ships manned. - I am a new man, Owen.

- Do you mean? - Is Matthew Joy been drained?

Dry as a desert. Is Owen Chase softened?

- I am as a lamb. - I will see, before I believe it.

And from our captain to judge, so keep it no more than 48 hours.

Held and happiness.

- Pollard. George Pollard.

- Owen Chase.

- Chase. It is a udens name. - Yes.

And pretty soon we udens and mit element.

I was a bit surprised.

The captain usually chooses its first officer.

Yes, an experienced captain.

Skibsejerne want certain -

- That their investment is in competent hands.

They just want to be safe.

Keep finally out for me, and to, if I make mistakes.

I've also thought about me, sir. Captain.

- Easy anchor, mr. Chase. - Make mrssejl los!

Take the helm, mr. Lawrence. Set sail mr. Joy.

Get ready by bomsejl. Set staysail and mrssejl.

- Get in the swing! - Release givtov and set sail.

Set mrssejl and topsail. Raise the anchor!

Set topsail! Release givtov and set sail.

- There's a knot in sejsingen! - Take the helm, mr. Chappell.

I can not release it!

Come. Why is braserne not ready?

Where are my headsail, mr. Ray?

- Raise the anchor! - Raise the anchor!

Drag, Nickerson.

- Set sail, damn. - The entire island is watching us.

- The anchor is raised! - Get your head down, captain.

Watch your head, Captain!

- What's wrong? - The sail can not be rolled out.

- The sail stuck! - The knot loosening not!

There is not enough sail rolled out!

- Pas on. - It is sejsingen, Owen.

Away.

For found there!

- Put the mainsail! - Pull!

Attach the sails!

Good work, mr. Chase.

If we get Cape Verde in two weeks, so we hit the Pacific as planned.

- Corn, mr. Chase? - No thanks.

- I've never liked it. - How strange.

- Cultivated your father is no corn? - Jo.

I was tired of eating it every day.

Corn, okra and beans, yes?

Before he was sent to prison.

- Do you know the story, mr. Joy? - Pardon?

Mr. Chase were, strictly speaking, an orphan -

- When his father was imprisoned.

Many roads lead to the sea.

We try not to ask too many questions.

It can not have been easy, but ...

... They were taken in by Nantucket's seafaring family.

It is not the first time I have been called outside the island -

- A Nantucketbo who point out my background.

Excuse me, but there are guards putting.

No thanks.

- Neither a bit? - No thanks.

As I said. The fewer questions the better.

Serve as the food.

- Do we have delse first day? - Stingy Drengerve. Where is the meat?

- Beautiful girl. - Cuts of whalebone.

- Let me touch. - No.

- Are not you married? - Jo. And here she is.

It is certainly her nose.

Congratulations, ladies.

Great effort today.

What a bunch of puny letmatroser.

Mr. Chappell. They are captain harpoons.

- Mr. Lawrence. De er min.

- Javel.

Og mr. Peterson.

- Second mate's harpoons. - Yes, sir.

There are six men in each boat. We practice in the morning at six glasses.

We are not end east of Halifax.

- What is your name? - Coffin. Henry Coffin.

He is the captain's cousin.

Mr. Coffin. Is a whale aware, whether it is east of Halifax?

I do not know who you are, or how I ended up here.

Some of you are probably on the run from the law.

It is fine. I do not care.

But here on the ship serves in a single purpose.

Hvalolie.

I intend to fill 2,000 barrels and return home as soon as possible.

And even when the weather is fine without a whale in sight -

- Then we put the boats in the water and makes us to catch whales.

Anyone who does not take part, can swim home. Understood?

- Bleach. - Bleach.

You, greenhorn. Up on deck.

Of you go.

Javel, land crab.

- Thomas Nickerson, ikke?

- Jo.

Some become seasick at first.

- Pull me up! - It is the best remedy.

Pull me up!

It helped?

Satan.

I apologize many times.

Now you have something to write home to your mother.

My mother is dead and buried. My father also has a tombstone.

He disappeared at sea, before I was born.

Give it to me.

The crew is your family now. For better or worse.

Sore, mostly.

Scrub the deck, kid.

Hundevagten. Today teacher In that be whalers.

Linen is misplaced, Nickerson.

We continue to sunset if necessary.

- Dmpgrdinger! - Get ready, harpoon!

Dmpgrdinger!

- You're too slow! - sekarrene.

I need to know the ship and out before we stop.

Drag, Barz.

- Faster, mr. Ray. - They are no longer greenhorns.

You are a sailor now.

Not bad, mr. Ray. Besl jib!

Get used to life as workhorses.

- Mr. Chase?

- Ja.

Set windscreens.

Is it klogt? We are approaching us the Gulf Stream.

- Let us wait for the weather conditions. - We are two days behind.

We must faster to catch the North-East.

Set windscreens.

Set windscreens. Rub you.

Set windscreens!

To the top, mr. Coffin. The captain will have the speed!

Ready by braces! Trim the sails!

Set mrssejl and windscreens.

Attach lsejlsfald!

- Attached to the boom! - Fore mrssejl is barged!

The captain put wind in the sails!

She may be old, but she can still sail!

A storm on the starboard bow. We must reduce sail.

Not yet, mr. Chase.

We are sailing with eight knots. The storm moves even faster.

Let it depends. The men need a baptism of fire.

If we do not change course, then hits us from the side.

Mr. Chase. We continue.

Mr. Lawrence. Hold kursen.

- The exchange rate is kept. - Otherwise, we lose half a day.

If men can not handle a little wind, we already lost.

Get ready for rough seas.

Severe weather ahead. Make sure everything is lashed.

Double boat collars on whale boats!

Rust you, mr. Bond. We are heading towards a storm.

- Close and lock the main door! - The storm is approaching fast!

- We have to change course. - We continue.

- Mr. Lawrence. Hold kursen!

- Kursen holdes.

- We take water in! - Hold on!

- Decrease sails, mr. Chase! - Climb up and set accustomed!

Over on the pile side and hold on tight!

- We must have the sails down! - To the leeward side!

Hold fast, Nickerson!

Hold linerne i ro!

- Hold on! - Place the rudder hard on!

- Turn hard leeward! - No. The damage is done!

- Let the sails run! - No, put the helm on!

It's too late! We risk capsizing!

- Add helm on! - Let the sails run!

Hold fast!

Pas p!

Mr. Joy!

Cut topgallant sails free! The ship must be righted!

They would talk to me?

At six glasses in the morning gathers the crew -

- And announces that we return, so the ship can be repaired.

They apologize that you doubted my order -

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