Mutiny on the Bounty Page #8

to where it's cold and dark.

Never dry, where it's cold.

The damn fool's been drinking seawater.

- Are you certain?

- We caught him at it.

He's got a bucket of bilge water

hidden in the storeroom.

Must have been at it for days.

Well, you'd best bind him, then.

He won't be in his right head for a while

if he lives.

Lives? He hasn't got a chance, sir.

Not without sweet water

to wash out his guts.

- Give me his hands.

- Well, can't he have it, sir?

That's impossible, Quintal.

You know the Captain's orders.

Up he goes. Up he goes.

I got to go home. It's late.

The dinner is ruined. It's ruined.

The meat's burned to a crisp.

Oh, what a tongue that woman's got,

but she's a good sort.

You know, I'm not the easiest man

in the world to get along with.

Steady, man.

I've got a terrible temper.

- Three, Mr. Christian?

- Get out of my way, Mills.

Oh, he goes.

Here's the great face reader.

That's a rare gift you have,

for being wrong.

Leave him be.

At least, he did give us some hope.

All the mad waters for me.

- He should be below, out of the sun.

- I'll ask.

That mainmast needs attention, Mr. Fryer.

Aye, aye, sir.

Mr. Christian,

kindly give me an explanation.

Williams has been drinking seawater, sir.

I was giving him some freshwater.

I'm afraid he'll die without it.

You'll give no one water

without my permission.

- Take that ladle below.

- Yes, sir.

You bloody bastard!

You'll not put your foot on me again.

Thank you. Thank you.

I've been puzzling for a means

to take the strut out of you,

you posturing snob.

Now, you've solved that for me,

haven't you?

You have witnessed Mr. Christian's

act of violence toward a superior officer.

He will be placed in confinement

until a court martial can be convened.

In Jamaica, I expect.

And will your fashionable friends

be there to see your execution, I wonder?

Let's hope so.

Pity if your last function

were to be a social failure.

Mr. Fryer, take him below.

Ship's company!

I'm taking command of this ship.

Mr. Fryer, I'll have the keys

to the arms chest.

You'll give him nothing!

Go below and arm the men off watch.

Stay where you are, Fryer!

You've given your last command, Bligh.

I'll have those keys, Fryer.

You heard my order!

One more order, Mr. Bligh,

and I'll have your head on this deck.

By Heaven, I swear it!

Don't, sir.

- Mills!

- Right, sir.

Go below and issue arms

to all those who are with us.

- Byrne!

- Aye.

It is pointless to incite a mutiny,

Mr. Christian.

It cannot succeed and you know it.

Quintal, stop him!

Stop Mills in the arms room.

They're trying to take over the ship.

- There's a mutiny!

- Look out, Mills!

Your mutiny has not succeeded.

Perhaps not. But success enough

when it puts an end to you.

Mr. Christian!

The men are armed, Mr. Christian!

Come on. Come on, McCoy, get them up!

- I'm with you.

- Come on in there!

Johnson!

Anybody else here with us? Well?

Take over.

Mills!

Come on, move. Move, I said.

Come on. Come on. Come on, move!

The ship is ours, sir.

Very well. Guard him well, Quintal.

Brown, go fetch my nautical tables

and sextant.

The left end of the shelf, my cabin.

- Birkett!

- You, too, Brown?

You'd join these swine?

A man like yourself, sir,

leaves me no choice.

Swine, are we?

Let's have him on the grating.

I want medical supplies and a compass.

All right, boys! Let's tie him up, then.

- All right, grab him. Pull him over there!

- Tie him up!

- Push him!

- Mills, hold that!

Get him over there. Tie him up.

Stand away, here!

They'll be no more killing aboard this ship.

Let's kill him now and get it done with,

right, men?

I'm in command of this ship!

If there's a man amongst you

who doubts that, let me hear his voice.

There'll be no more killing

aboard this ship,

not even Captain Bligh.

If that's an attempt to earn clemency,

I spit on it.

You remarkable pig.

You can thank

whatever pig-god you pray to

that you haven't quite turned me

into a murderer.

Now then, Quintal, Birkett,

hold him at the gangway.

Mills, come with me.

Mack, go below

and fetch Mr. Bligh's personal effects.

Ship's company!

I'm putting Mr. Bligh

and his party in the longboat.

He can make the island of Tafoa

in two days.

If there are any among you

who wish to join him,

stand by the gangway.

Mills.

Mr. Fryer?

You understand

that it wasn't my wish to harm you.

- I hope that you weren't injured.

- No, not at all.

- May I get my gear?

- Certainly.

- Goodbye, Mr. Fryer.

- Goodbye, Mr. Christian.

- I'm sorry for you. May God help you.

- Thank you.

Provisions aboard

and ready to lower away, sir!

Lower away.

- Here you are, Mr. Christian.

- Stand by.

He's sane enough

to drink all the water he's given.

I think he's coming around.

Fletcher, I'm proud to be with you.

Well, you've done rather well, Ned.

Being promoted to the rank of criminal.

Not even 20

and a death sentence on your head.

Take him below.

By your leave, sir.

Well, we've been talking it over, sir.

- And...

- Well, what? Well, get on with it.

Well, we'd like to be with you, sir.

But we've got families.

- Well, join the party at the gangway.

- Thank you, sir.

As you know,

Tafoa is due west, 40 leagues.

You have your compass.

This book is sufficient for its purpose.

The sextant is my own,

so you know it to be a good one.

Now, Mr. William Bligh...

Quite polite and formal, are we?

Playing the gentleman again,

you bloody traitor.

Mr. Fryer!

Can't you see we're overloaded?

One man more and you'll sink me.

Well, if that's the case, I'll volunteer!

You got to let me go, sir.

I ain't a mutineer.

- Hold those men!

- What's going to happen to us?

We want to go, too.

Now, I want it clearly understood

by yourself

and those of you below,

that these men who remain behind

had no hand in this mutiny.

- What happens to us?

- I don't want no part of it.

You men will be put ashore safely

at a British port of call

at the first opportunity.

How do we know when that will be?

- How about our family?

- Birkett,

confine these men below

and station an armed man at each hatch.

- Aye, sir. Come on get moving.

- Move or you'll be shot!

Come on, quick.

Take them below, Johnson.

Come on, quick at the back there.

Has your murderous friend

told you what to expect?

Or is he going to keep you in the dark?

Now hear the truth!

The King's Navy will not rest

until every mutineer is captured

and executed.

Wherever you go, wherever you hide,

- a thousand ships will search you out.

- Well, let them try!

If it weren't for Mr. Christian,

I'd give them more reason to look for me.

Will you step into the boat

or will you be thrown in, Mr. Bligh?

I'm not leaving you, Mr. Christian.

Not ever.

Go to the dirtiest little corner of the world,

I'll be there, right behind you,

with a rope in my hand.

One moment. Quintal.

Take your flag with you.

I don't need a flag, Mr. Christian.

Unlike you, I still have a country.

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