Mutiny on the Bounty Page #9

What a big price to pay

for a little show of temper.

I pity you.

We're rid of you now, Bligh!

You bloody maniac!

You and your tub and your ladles of water.

Bye, bye, tyranny!

- Hey, look, you forgot these.

- Hey, fellas, let's sink them with them.

Hey, Bligh, you forgot this.

No more Bligh!

All the grog and water we can own!

Hey, Bligh, you've forgotten something!

We're rid of you now, Bligh,

you bloody maniac.

You and your tub and ladles of water!

Bye bye, tyranny!

Come in.

Are you ready for us, sir?

You men are now ship's officers.

Mills, you're First Officer. Birkett, you're...

You're Second.

And, Smith, you'll fill the Master's duties.

It's gonna be a bit awkward, sir,

telling our mates to jump to it

when we have to.

Yeah, that's right.

They'll think we're proper poopers.

Let them think what they like.

A ship crashed on the reef

has a better chance

than one without discipline.

No doubt about that.

But making our mates swallow it,

that's the part that pinches.

I'll make the beggars heed me

if I have to break their necks.

Here, listen to him,

acting like an officer already.

Hold that noise for the fo'c'sle.

Your pardon, gentlemen.

I'm forgetting your new status.

Oh, that's all right, sir. We understand.

Well, at least

the common seamen are happy.

- They have a right. We won, didn't we?

- Aye! That we did.

Won?

Won what, you damn fool?

We got rid of Bligh.

I'd be a dead man if we didn't.

Or in prison for the rest of my life,

if I was lucky.

You're in prison now, Mills.

With one slight difference.

We're not locked in. We're locked out.

Briefly, and for the moment,

our plans will be as follows,

we'll return to Tahiti

and deposit our prisoners,

we'll pick up all the water

and stores we can carry,

and all the extra hands we can find.

And as to where we shall go after that,

we shall not decide

until we're at sea again.

Is that all, sir?

Yes, that's all.

Excuse me, Mr. Christian, sir.

It isn't my place to say this,

but I know how you must be feeling.

Might I say though, sir,

that, considering my years and such...

What is it, Smith?

Things are going to be all right for you, sir.

They've got be.

When a man gives up as much as you did,

just because he thinks it's right,

the Good Lord would never let him down.

Wherever we might go,

be it to China or Iceland or anywhere,

you'll find a happy life, sir.

It's God's will. I know.

I believe I did what honor dictated.

And that belief sustains me.

Except for a slight desire to be dead,

which I'm sure will pass.

Oh, yes. God bless you, sir.

We have 60 pieces of pork, sir.

150 pieces of bread.

Thirty-eight gallons of water,

a gallon of rum.

There's also a compass aboard. A sextant.

- We have seven sea bags...

- Tafoa be damned.

Oars!

Get ready to make sail!

Your attention.

We shall not make for Tafoa.

We shall make for a port

where we can get passage

to England immediately.

We'll head for Timor.

Timor!

- That's nearly 4,000 miles away, sir.

- I'm well aware of that, Mr. Fryer.

Timor is 3,600 miles away.

It's an arduous journey,

but the trade winds

will be in our favor all the way.

Do not be alarmed,

I will get you there safely.

Yeah, like you got us

around the Horn safely.

It would be a mistake to imagine

that I am no longer in command.

I have at hand

one means of asserting my authority.

- There will be no minor punishments.

- Excuse me, sir, might I ask,

what is wrong with Tafoa,

as Mr. Christian suggested?

- Aye, Tafoa.

- Aye!

It would suit his book if it took us

a couple of years to get back to England.

The colder the trail, the safer he'll be.

It would suit him even better

if the natives of Tafoa

turned out to be cannibals.

- Cannibals.

- Cannibal? Where?

In Tafoa?

This whole island group

is infested with cannibals.

Continue to make sail.

That should help improve

the morale a bit, Mr. Fryer.

Don't look so concerned.

You're quite right. The odds are appalling.

You see, these mutineers must hang.

They must hang.

Fletcher, may I come in?

Not just now, Ned.

We've dropped anchor.

Well, then, go and make arrangements

with Minarii to land our prisoners.

It's a beautiful day.

Aren't you coming ashore?

Fletcher, you can't keep sitting

in your cabin like this.

It's unhealthy.

Oh, for God's sakes, Ned,

can't you simply do as you're told?

Oh, the way they laugh,

like they never heard of trouble.

They sound like wine tastes.

A man could get happy drunk

just listening to them.

Hutia! Hutia! Where are you, girl?

Come here, my little kissing bug.

I got joyful news for you.

You're coming with us.

You're going to make an ocean voyage.

Mr. Christian says

we can take women with us if we want.

Do you hear that, Quintal?

You can take a woman with you,

if you can find one

with that horrible face of yours.

Look who's talking?

You're ugly enough

to turn a funeral up an alley.

And we're taking men with us, too.

Minarii and five hands

to do our work for us.

Now, what a navy!

It's too good for the likes of you, mates,

carting women along.

It has me worried.

What the hell does it all mean?

Will you stop that "what's this all mean"?

I wonder why we don't just stay here

in Tahiti.

You're mad. Tahiti's the first place

Bligh will come to look for us.

If he lives.

You ever tried to drown a snake?

And a sea-going snake,

at that, with a damn fine sextant.

Aye. And with a sextant,

a good sailorman, like Bligh,

could make port in a hollow tooth.

All right. Let's say he lived to see London,

then say he comes back here.

How is he going to find us

if we're hid deep in the hills?

Easy, he'd ask Hitihiti.

Aye! That old rascal could be bought

for a bucket of glass beads.

Mr. Christian is bound to find us

someplace safe to go.

- You can trust him, mates.

- Yeah. Sitting all alone in his cabin.

He's changed a lot.

So would you be changed

if you lost what he lost.

Anyway, there's been nothing wrong

with his plans so far, has there?

Not a thing.

Except keeping us from giving Bligh

a taste of his own lash.

Hello, Maimiti.

Fletcher sick?

No, I'm very well, thank you.

Minarii tell, Fletcher fight war.

Fletcher chief now.

Very small chief, Maimiti,

running for his life.

Minarii tell you take Tahiti people

away in ship.

Yes, we'll need men to sail it.

You take women, too.

The men will want to be amused

while they look for a place to hide.

Maimiti go along you.

You not want?

I'm afraid there's no want left in me.

Now, if you don't mind,

I have some work to do

and I prefer to be alone to do it.

Maimiti go. You no lonely.

I don't need you

to remind me of my loneliness.

- Maimiti go.

- Are you deaf as well as ignorant?

Can't I make it clear to you

that I have no life to share with anyone!

No yelling Maimiti you!

You pig. Pig all over.

Do you really want

to spend your life with a man

that doesn't care for anything

on this earth?

Tahiti people say,

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