In the Heart of the Sea Page #4

Add hard!

Mr. Bond! Bras fokkeren and lower waist!

Her kommer hun. Nu, Peterson!

Mr. Lawrence. Sail to the leeward side toward the pack.

- Hot tar. - We'll find him.

We are close. Up on her back!

We have her!

What was it, Mr.. Lawrence?

Mr. Chase!

Satans. Find mr. Down ...

Mr. Easton!

Get mr. Lawrence to man the pumps!

- Where is he? - The port bow.

Give me the biggest harpoons.

Will he fight?

I have never before seen.

Mr. Ramsdell. Attach the cord to the foremast.

I assure you ... the whale's mine.

- Kap linen! - Pas p!

- Mr. Captain. - Essex heeled.

Turn back!

- Help me! - Give me your hand! Nickerson!

Mr. Chase!

A whale. The rammed ship.

- What? - Easton and Sanborn died.

The pumps are useless.

- Get ready to abandon ship. - We can not rest home.

We must take the sails down and improvise.

For every food and water. We will need much fresh water.

Take everything you can carry. Come with me, Barz.

- Good God. - Sail and Supplies first!

Take as much food as you can carry.

Hurry up. There are several coffins on the deck.

- Beskjterne are dry. - Take the sails down!

- Remove the neck line. - Down with them!

- Down with the yard. - Wait!

Kom s, Nickerson.

Chase's boat.

Down with yard!

We will need the sails. We do not have enough fresh water.

- Get the barrels now. - Take everything down.

- More fresh water. - There are several coffins on the deck.

- Benjamin.

- Hiv ham op.

- Biscuits! - Come on. Quickly.

- We must get away from the oil! - The ship heeled.

- Where is mr. Chase? - He was here just before.

- Owen! - We must away!

- Come on! - Oil on deck!

- Mr. Captain! - Mr. Chase!

- Mr. Chase!

- Owen!

- Where is the first mate? - Mr. Chase!

- Owen! - We must away!

Nej, vent! Mr. Chase!

Mr. Chase!

There he is!

- Over here! - Mr. Chase!

Pour it!

Mr. Chase. Her!

Grasp. We have you.

They are safe, mr. Chase.

- Should we go fishing? - Clean and let it, mr. Joy.

Ro further away, otherwise she pulls us down.

2000 MILES WEST OF SOUTH AMERICA

Mr. Captain? What about supplies?

60 grams of biscuits per man. And 1 cup water.

We can not survive on.

It is him.

Yes, it's him.

- Mig narrer De ikke, mr. Chase.

- Mr. Coffin?

They are to blame here. And you know that.

- Put the gun! - Admit that you are afraid!

Put the gun, mr. Coffin.

- When we run out of food and water ... - Do as the Captain says!

- I would see land crabs afraid. - It is an order!

- Do as the captain says. Now! - Say it!

Say it!

Henry! Put the gun.

Henry. Add it.

We headed east.

Back when we were summoned from.

With just sun and compass to help.

Every direction looked the same.

Hbet was that now west winds until Pskeen.

A journey of nearly 5000 km.

In 12 days we drive south. Sixth southern latitude.

We have not come Closer to Pskeen.

We have not moved us.

We are cursed.

That we collect, when we reach the wind belt.

We'll probably reach.

Chappell!

- Chappell! - They have him, sir. Captain!

Mr. Joy. The decrease stuck!

Mr. Joy! Are you all right, mr. Joy?

- Want styreren! Wants den! - Matthew!

Get the sail down!

Matthew. What happened?

Owen. What are you doing here?

- Let me see. - No.

- I'm fine. - Yes. I just want to see.

I hit his head. It's just a scratch.

- Give him some water. - No.

- Give him some water! - No, it is not necessary.

Drink it.

I've got you. You're doing it.

What are you staring at? I'm fine. Fit as a fiddle.

As a damned eagle. Hear?

Owen. I'm fine. Okay? I'm fine.

- You are a sej gut. - I'm fine.

He manages it. Got started.

Why waste water on a dead man?

They have known each other and sailed together since childhood.

Would only be able to see, while your brother died?

Det er simpel logik, mr. Chappell.

There are not enough of us.

Why waste water on a dead man?

Why waste water ...?

Why waste water? Why?

- Why waste water on a dead man? - Mr. Nickerson?

- Why ...? - Is all well?

- I can not. - Can not do what?

No. They've got enough to know. More than enough.

- We have come so far. - It ends here.

- We have a deal. - Take the money and go.

- It's a devil's deal. - No.

The devil loves untold secrets.

Especially those who befnger a tortured soul.

What is your secret?

I'm not a great writer.

I'm not Hawthorne.

But from the first moment, this story has haunted me.

It has become an obsession.

I fear that if I do not write it ...

... I will never write again.

What more?

I fear that if I write the ...

... So it will not be as good as it should.

Please proceed.

For our both their guilt.

34 DAYS AS shipwrecked

Pass it on.

So.

Lord, we thank you for the food here.

- Pardon. - Our life, health, everything good that is.

- Let everyone ... - Land. Country!

- Land!

- Land. Land!

Grab the oars! Ro for!

Grab the oars now! Ro for!

Land!

- I saw it, mr. Chase. - Yes, they did.

Hold. Hold!

- What is it, mr. Chase? - Why on earth will stop you?

- He's been following us. - What is he talking about?

- There's nothing out there! - What are they doing?

Hold fast!

No!

Where is he?

This may Ducie.

It is impossible to know for sure. We let the fire burn day and night.

A passing ship might see the smoke.

I need to see this.

They have been here a long time. They were waiting for a ship.

But it never came.

There will never be any ships. If we are, then we die.

The birds will be gone when they discover that their eggs are eaten.

It is a privilege to know when to die ...

... And thus could prepare.

But ill blessed to be so far away from home ...

... Without being able to say goodbye and peace ...

... And without being able to make old accounts up.

So let's at least make our reckoning up, sir. Captain.

Captain of what?

They are not the fault of Essex's sinking.

- I also bear some responsibility. - They are not the captain.

But you are born for this office.

I was just born into it.

What do we do, George?

What have we done to offend God?

Only whale has offended God.

Have we not?

With our arrogance and greed? Look where we are.

We are superior beings created in God's image.

Earthly kings, whose task is to sail around the world.

And bring nature to add us.

Do you feel as an earthly king after all we've been through?

We are nothing. Negligible small grains of sand.

We sail towards the sun at dawn.

If we must die, so by the grace of God ...

... Let us die like men.

- Klar, mr. Weeks?

- Ja.

- Mr. Chappell? Mr. Wright? - I can not.

I myself, Wrights and Weeks ...

... staying here.

He du clear Matthew?

- I am helping you. - It is useless.

- We're going home. - It is useless.

Take just the place.

Damn you, Matthew.

It is in order.

I'll send a boat for you. So we play cards in Nantucket.

- Yes. It's a deal. - Well.

Should I open it for you?

It'll do enough though. If it becomes necessary.

God be with you, my brother.

And you.

Broder Peterson?

Kommer De med os?

Mr. Peterson. Come on board our boat with mr. Bond.

48 DAYS AS shipwrecked

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