In the Heart of the Sea Page #5

Where is he?

Pollard?

Mr. Lawrence. Wake up.

Where's the other boat go?

- Pollard! - Captain Pollard.

- Captain Pollard! - Pollard!

Captain Pollard!

Pollard!

What's wrong?

- What are you, Benjamin? - He is dead.

I throw him overboard.

Look at me. Look at me, Benjamin.

No sailors should throw anything away that might be their rescue.

Listen to me.

He can help us.

God, heavenly father. In your mercy, we find consolation.

With longing we wait for the daily food you us pour.

My soul is dead.

Thus, the decision was made.

We clarified liget.

We removed organs.

We signs limbs from the body ...

... And cut all the meat from the bones.

Then we closed the corpse ...

... And sewed it together as neatly as possible ...

... And threw it overboard.

We ate heart first.

The judge me.

No.

Such.

Such. Now it said.

The secret is revealed.

Have you never told anyone?

No.

Not even your wife?

Would she be able to love me if she knew what I had done?

Ja, hun city.

And you had told me the story when we first met -

- So I had ever worn your call today.

The boy's willpower is still in you.

I see this, even if you do not.

Now you can tell the story finished, my love.

Sit up.

Listen up ...

... Lean your head back.

We still have a bit of water left. Do not give up. We have to go home.

Do you have family back home, mr. Chase?

Yes, I have a wife.

And a son or a daughter.

71 DAYS AS shipwrecked 1200 MILES WEST OF SOUTH AMERICA

Well.

- Mr. Captain. We draw lots again. - No way.

- We draw lots again. - Mr. Ramsdell.

They must take charge of this boat.

Dear cousin, you will ...

They are our captain. The men need you.

- They'll be fine. - I beg you ...

I beg you.

- Henry. - We draw lots again.

It is an order.

If you can not, then stretch out the gun to another.

No, no, no.

Help me.

For weeks, we found ourselves in the doldrums. The area is more desert than ocean.

The sun blazed down on us.

My fear ...

The only thing I could think of was ...

... That all the others would die while I was the last one alive.

Mr. Chase believed that we were still 1300 km from shore.

Mr. Chase.

Captain Pollard.

Jeg er glad for at se Dem.

There has not been much encouragement of our survival.

Nor by ours.

Barzillai?

The third boat?

From ...

They have been gone for days.

I am afraid that they have disappeared.

Mr. Chase. They have the best location.

It's just a whale.

There he is. Throw the spear. Throw it!

- Throw the spear! - Come.

- Throw it! - Come on.

Kill it! He's right there! Throw the spear!

Why did you not kill?

They're a damn fool.

The stream led us from one another.

That was the last we saw of Captain Pollard's whale-boat.

87 DAYS AS shipwrecked

- A boat! - At the port bow!

May God be gracious jer.

90 DAYS AS shipwrecked On February 18, 1821

Mr. Chase.

Fader.

Do not leave me, Father.

Mr. Chase.

Mr. Chase. Se.

Mr. Chase. Se.

Wake up, mr. Chase. Wake up.

Wake up. There is land in sight. Look, mr. Chase.

We were rescued off the island of Ms Afuera in Chile ...

... 90 days after the Essex sank.

They gave us some old clothes. Little food too.

It was hard to eat in the beginning. Strange.

They used us until we found a ship that could carry us home.

The trip took three months.

NANTUCKET PORT On June 11, 1821

The entire island was turned up to attend our homecoming.

But there was no applause. Only silence.

They looked at us as if we were ghosts.

Apparitions.

We had nothing told about our survival -

- But I was in doubt about whether they knew of our deprivation.

Perhaps they were simply curious.

Oh God.

I promised you so.

Oh God.

Hello. Hello Darling. Who is this?

Phoebe Ann.

Phoebe Ann Chase, what?

It is the father.

Hello Darling.

It's your father.

Oh God.

Ship owners did not let them be in peace.

Mr. Chase was on his way home when he was called back to the shipping office.

There were business matters to be discussed.

Let's get down to business.

Due to the considerable loss of men and material -

- Investigations shall be undertaken.

It is expected that we give an explanation of the process.

Of course.

After discussing it with ship owners and my father ...

... It is clear that the truth will have consequences.

Serious consequences for hvalfangererhvervet.

At a whale smashed Essex.

But it's the truth.

If investors suddenly have to worry ...

... About sea monsters that rams ships ...

... And seamen draw lots for survival ...

We are in the oil business. All of us.

And the probability of success must always outweigh the potential risks.

What do you suggest, George?

- Say the ship ran aground. - It is a lie.

- And that the dead drowned. - Another lie.

- They appoint you captain. - I've already written.

Only if that They returned with a vicious whale oil.

- In this way we guarantee it. - They become a wealthy man.

Chase becomes an established family name -

- Which will consult among Nantucket's elite.

Should I lie for financial gain?

It is rather a question of pragmatics.

Essex was rammed by a white whale.

All that survived, was in ill-equipped whale boats -

- And had to commit the abominations of survival.

And now it is expected of us that we should lie -

- So I can make more money and sleep well at night?

I will not embellish the truth.

What you should not do, George.

Last I saw him ...

Mr. Chase!

... I had a hard time finding the right words.

Thomas.

The right words were perhaps not.

I am on the way to Falmouth and ...

The ...

... Has been an honor to sail with you.

ren var min, mr. Nickerson.

Here you go.

Held and happiness, Thomas.

You too.

The next day George Pollard summoned to give his statement.

Captain George Pollard.

All of Nantucket's elite were present.

It was just a formality.

Good day, sir. Captain. Sit down.

It is noted hereby ...

Essex was rammed by a white whale 1 200 leagues west of Ecuador.

It was as if none other than Owen Chase had spoken.

He told the truth.

Captain Pollard's conscience was clear.

But the study was pure deception.

Pollard set sail again ...

... In the hunt for the white whale.

He never found it.

His ship ran aground off Hawaii.

Another curse.

- He sailed never again. - And Owen Chase?

He kept his promise. He sent a boat back to Ducie.

Mr. Joy was dead.

But the other three were miraculously still alive.

And then?

He then moved and the family to New Bedford.

He started over.

He was merchant ship captain and sailed on its own terms.

They've got something for money, mr. Melville.

These February nights are the longest.

- I can both rest now. - Believe me ...

I get no rest for a long time.

Why not? They were a matter of your story.

And Their plot. They've written it all down.

- I was not looking for a plot. - Not? So what?

- Something else you have given me. - And what is it?

The courage to go out, where you do not want to go out.

Mr. Melville ...

What you have heard and what I've told you ...

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