Mutiny on the Bounty Page #7
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Something like that, yes. Yes.
Only, we're not the only people
onboard this ship
who can't swallow
much more of Mr. Bligh.
Ah, you're grasping at straws.
Who's gonna chuck him overboard?
This crew?
It wasn't the crew I was thinking of.
- Who then?
- Christian.
Mr. Christian.
He came after us and caught us, didn't he?
- It showed whose side he's on.
- Aye!
It showed he was a King's Officer,
that's all.
But I hope Bligh keeps pushing him,
like he did just now.
Christian will turn on him.
I know what he's thinking.
I can see it in his face.
And I do not intend to let him forget it.
Five months we'd spent in Tahiti.
They seemed more like five minutes.
The day of departure
would have been a black one for me,
as it was for everyone but Captain Bligh,
except that I didn't have a minute
to dwell on it.
The Bounty had become
a sea-going greenhouse
with over a thousand potted plants
to be tended.
Captain Bligh had doubled our quota,
thinking to please
the West Indies Company
and make amends for his tardiness.
Aboard ship, there is a danger
in having too much of anything,
for then one is bound to have
Go along, Mills.
Oh, dear.
Our first casualty.
But we must resign ourselves
to losing a great many of them, sir.
There's just no way to stretch the water.
- We don't have enough water?
- In the ordinary way, plenty, sir.
But indoors, in this heat,
they need twice the amount.
But they would all live
if they had the extra ration?
Why, of course.
But I measured the kegs
most carefully, sir,
- and there just isn't enough...
- Yes, yes!
Give them all the water they need, Brown.
We'll not have another dead plant.
- Understand?
- Yes, sir.
Fourteen degrees, 37 minutes.
Belay that!
- And stow it away.
- Aye, aye, sir.
- Mr. Christian?
- Yes, sir.
I'll have a sentry posted at the water cask,
if you please.
Aye, aye, sir.
I want this slung
from the main t'gallant yardarm.
Any man desiring water
He may have just as much
as this ladle holds and no more.
Then he will replace the ladle
at the yardarm.
Are we short of water, sir?
- Do you wish me to repeat the order?
- No, sir. It's perfectly clear.
- A bit bewildering, but clear.
- Then do it.
Thinking seems to confuse you.
You go down and I'll follow.
All the way to the main t'gallant yardarm
for that spoonful of water, eh?
than he can drink, wouldn't he?
That's a fine way to murder a fellow.
Mills?
Yes, sir?
If you feel free to speak disrespectfully
because you think
you've nothing more to lose,
you'd best think again.
The Captain may have a surprise for you.
Yes, sir. Yes, indeed, sir. He'll surprise me.
He'll surprise me
if he doesn't kill half the ship's company
before we get to Jamaica. Mark me, sir.
- I'll overlook what I heard this time, Mills.
- Thank you, sir.
- Birkett?
- Sir.
Take this aloft.
Aye, aye, sir.
- What's the matter with him?
- He's got a touch of fever.
I told the bos'n. He said, sweat it out.
- I'll be all right if I get some water.
- Who wouldn't?
He hasn't had a drop in two days.
He is too weak to climb.
Why didn't you speak up?
I'll get the ladle for you.
It's against orders. I've tried it.
Every man's got to fetch his own.
Sick men, too?
Well, that a kindly rule.
I'll go daft. I've got to get a drink.
Brown, you must know
that's unnecessary.
Drink all the water you need, Brown.
Don't try to climb the shrouds,
you don't know how.
If I may be allowed a protest, sir.
It's a matter of self-respect.
Damn your self-respect!
I'll not lose my gardener.
Damn my self-respect, sir?
Then, indeed, would I be damned.
I hope you're satisfied.
The masthead is no place for novices.
- Even a qualified hand...
- You murdering fool!
I'll tear your throat out of you. You...
Mr. Fryer, this man will be keelhauled.
We'll give him tonight to think about it,
and keelhaul him in the morning.
Take him below and put him in irons.
Birkett, Norton, lend a hand.
One.
One? Yes, that's correct, Mills.
One more bit of insolence
and you'll wish
that you'd fallen to the deck.
Fletcher, you heard him.
He can't do such a thing, can he?
Hereafter, you will announce yourself
with a knock, if you don't mind.
You don't deceive me, Fletcher.
You feel the same way as I do.
Why, he's monstrous.
I believe he's insane!
He's the headmaster, over-fond of caning.
And you're the third former
except to bleat
and to beat your head against the wall.
Now, stop being a nuisance.
You're not going to patronize me
about this, Fletcher, midshipman or no.
You must protest, Fletcher,
keelhauling is illegal!
It's tantamount to executing the fellow.
Well, what a champion
of the obvious you are.
Of course, he's executing the fellow.
What do you suppose my punishment
would be, were I to strike a captain?
Well, you know very well you should be
hanged, but that's not the point.
Well, that's exactly the point.
Now, just ask yourself.
receive a lesser punishment
for exactly the same offense?
That doesn't alter the fact
that keelhauling is illegal.
Even a common seaman's
entitled to a trial.
Take a pew. I'll have you a go at chess.
You can have the white.
Oh, come off it, Ned, sit down.
The line's gone slack, sir.
Haul in.
There's nothing left to haul, sir.
Then cast him loose.
Get her under sail, again.
- Mr. Fryer?
- Sir.
- Headsails and courses.
- Aye, aye, sir.
Set headsail and courses!
Set headsail and courses.
Aye, aye, sir!
All hands make sail!
Set headsails and courses!
Man the tacks!
Man the braces!
Two.
- Would you care for a drink?
- No, thank you.
Well, what are you standing there for?
Did you come down here to watch
my Adam's apple bob about while I drink?
No, I'm thirsty.
- Well, take some water, then.
- I couldn't. I couldn't get it down.
Puking hell, you're a bore!
Is it a bore to want to help men
whose lives are being torn out of them
by a madman?
Why don't you have the carpenter
build you a cross,
so you can drag it about the ship
and put ashes on your head?
That would suit you, wouldn't it?
I've known you all my life,
but I've never really known you
till this moment.
You're just exactly what you seem to be.
A supercilious poseur
without the slightest trace of humanity
or compassion.
Are you quite finished
with your impertinence?
Not quite.
One needn't look further for your character
than the pomade in your hair.
You'll close your arrogant mouth,
Mr. Midshipman Young.
Or I'll have you on the rack.
That's a promise and an order.
Close that cask.
Damn your blood, close it!
Grab him, somebody.
The Captain! The Captain!
Oh, the water in the sea!
I told her I would leave!
Where is he?
Where is he?
If it comes, I'll swim down
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