Master And Commander: The Far Side Of The World Page #7

- I took the liberty, Doctor.

- Thank you, Killick.

- There's three lumps in there.

- How kind.

- Good luck, Will.

- Good luck, Peter.

- See you afterwards.

- And you.

Steady now, lads. Keep calm.

English whaler Syren, this is Acheron.

- Barret.

- Sir.

You have no possibility, no chance.

But you have had warning.

Stop now, or we will destroy your ship.

English whaler, this is your last warning.

Stop now, or we will destroy you.

- Let fly!

- Let fly!

- Haul your yards there!

- C'est un navire de guerre!

Run out, boys!

Fire!

Fire!

For the mainmast, lads!

- Let me through.

- Fire!

Huzzah!

Hard a-larboard!

Right the headsails! Set the topsails!

Heave!

Man the starboard battery!

Fire as she bears!

Get to it! Get to it!

It's the fallen mast! We can't lay alongside.

Cross the wreckage as best you can.

Ill draw their fire.

- My division to join Mr Pullings!

- Clew up topsails!

- Huzzah for Lucky Jack!

- Huzzah!

Grappling hooks away!

Run out the boarding planks!

- My division, follow me!

- For England, for home, and for the prize!

Here we go, lads!

Pipe down. Silence.

Looks like the job is done, sir.

Acheron!

Fire!

Mr Blakeney, the nine-pounder!

That's it!

Fire!

Keep moving, men! Keep moving!

Joe!

Grenades, ready!

They're aiming for our hull!

They could sink us! Depress the muzzle!

Padeen, train it aft!

Together now!

Stand clear!

Fire!

Arm yourselves! We must board them!

Follow me!

Now!

Whalers, follow me!

Mr Hogg, down below! Quickly now!

Albatrosses! Albatrosses, do you hear me?

To the guns! To the guns!

Boyle, douse that gun's priming!

Lively there! Come on! Move!

Now do your worst!

Non! Non! Non!

- Mr Howard.

- Sir.

- Have they struck their colours?

- I believe so.

- Has their captain been sighted?

- Not yet, sir.

- Carry on.

- Aye, sir.

- Le capitaine?

- L'infirmerie.

Docteur? Docteur?

Oui.

Docteur de Vigny, monsieur.

I did what I could for him.

Before the capitaine died...

he said I was to give you this.

No. Ill do it.

Can you help me?

Our Father,

who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come,

thy will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom,

the power and the glory,

forever and ever.

Amen.

Robert Gardner, able seaman.

James Lloyd, boatswain's mate.

Robert Kemp, able seaman.

John Antonio, quartermaster's mate.

Michael Doudle, able seaman.

Joseph Nagle, carpenter's mate.

John Allen, sailing master.

Peter Miles Calamy...

lieutenant.

We therefore commit

their bodies to the deep,

to be turned into corruption,

looking for the resurrection of the body

when the sea shall give up her dead,

and the life of the world to come,

through our Lord Jesus Christ.

Amen.

It's our old friend.

Pass down a barrel of paint, please.

Sir, the whalers are all aboard

and that's the last detachment of marines.

Good, good.

I think I shall return to the Galpagos.

Take on food and water and give

the doctor a few days to find his bird.

Very good, sir.

You, however,

shall take the Acheron south to Valparaiso.

Parole the prisoners there, refit as necessary,

and we shall rendezvous in Portsmouth.

I believe Mr Hogg

would be a good choice for sailing master.

However, that will be your decision,

Captain Pullings.

Your orders.

- Thank you, sir.

- Godspeed, Tom.

And to you, sir.

- Mr Mowett?

- With pleasure, sir.

- Good luck.

- See you in Portsmouth.

Now, lads, huzzah for Captain Pullings!

- Hip, hip...

- Huzzah!

- Hip, hip...

- Huzzah!

- Hip, hip...

- Huzzah!

- Good luck, sir.

- Good luck, Captain.

Oh, here we go again.

Killick! Killick there!

Which it will be ready when it's ready!

Ill rest easier when I know

they've reached shore.

So many wounded, and only that poor

unfortunate Higgins to tend to them.

Still, he's better than no doctor at all.

- I met their doctor. I spoke to him.

- No, he died of fever months ago.

- De Vigny?

- Mm.

Ah.

- Pass the word for Mr Mowett.

- Mr Mowett to the great cabin.

Their "doctor" gave me this sword.

Sir.

Mr Mowett, change of course.

Southeast by east.

We'll intercept the Acheron

and escort them into Valparaiso.

Aye, sir. Sou'east by east.

- And William...

- Sir?

- Beat to quarters.

- Very good, sir.

Subject to the requirements of the service.

Ah.

Well, Stephen... the bird's flightless?

Yes.

It's not going anywhere.

2004

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