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White Squall Page #5
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1996
- 129 min
- 742 Views
BILL:
(singing)
"Not one of us was a sober..."
The boys return the verse half heartedly. Lawford ties
off his line and stares them down. Skipper notices that
the work has stopped.
SKIPPER:
What's wrong Mr. Lawford.
LAWFORD:
It seems we're short on singers.
Skipper walks amid ship and addresses the crew.
SKIPPER:
Everyone sings aboard a wind jammer
gentlemen. It lets everyone know
you're in sync. It shows unity,
that all thoughts are one. A crew
that sings together stays together.
Besides, I like it. So, pipe up and
be sailors.
JOHN:
(in a whisper)
Everybody swims, everybody sings...
What's next? Tap dancing?
Lawford and Rick leap up onto the line pulling it down
with their body weight. They sing out the chorus. The
crew returns the song, somewhat reluctantly as the great
mainsail starts to rise.
LAWFORD:
Tie it off!!
SKIPPER:
(to Bill)
Outer.
BILL:
Outer Jib!
CHARLIE:
(confused)
Outta what?
Coached by Tod, another group in the bow, awkwardly hoist
the jib.
SKIPPER:
(to Bill)
We'll bear off to port and run down
wind.
BILL:
Mr. Lawford, stand by to ease the
mainsheet. Rick, get on the jib
sheet. George, John, Philip, Tim
and Dick go aloft to unstop the
forecourse. George will show you
what to do. Tod, show your men the
forward pinrail and stand ready on
the buntlines and clewlines.
Forecourse first... work upward.
The newcomers watch Bill with new-found respect. George,
John and the others climb to the forecourse, and out onto
the footropes. It's unsteady work and there's confusion
everywhere. But through it all, they continue to sing.
Lawford moves to the mainsheet on the port side while the
others move into their positions. When Bill sees the
yardarm crew is in place...
BILL:
Unstop the squares!
YARDARM CREW:
Unstop the squares!!
SKIPPER:
(to Chuck)
Fall off to port. Ease her around
to a heading of northeast. Sing out
when you're there.
As the tops are released, the giant forecourse drapes into
a scalloped pattern. As the bow falls off the wind the
snapping main and jib billow. Stiffening to the wind, the
ship heels and surges forward.
Before her awakening power, everyone changes their stance
and grabs for a handhold. Lawford slowly pays out the
mainsheet while the forecourse crew move up the ratlines
releasing the stops on the other squaresails.
CHUCK:
(in a whisper)
Ah... Northeast... sir.
SKIPPER:
(barking)
Speak up boy!
Chuck jumps, startled. He self-consciously calls out.
CHUCK:
Northeast sir!
SKIPPER:
Unfurl the squares!
Tod's group first uncleats the clewlines and buntlines and
the great squaresail drops and billows to fullness sending
a shudder through the rig. The bow's wake sizzles with
the added surge. As each of the squares fall, Alice and
Lawford move to their sheets, setting each sail's
position.
Chuck looks up, amazed at the sheer magnitude and beauty
of the canvas that the Albatross carries.
BILL:
Raise the inner jib! Raise the
forestaysail!
SKIPPER:
Watch the tell-tales Chuck. If we
jibe now we'll have a lot of people
in the water.
CHUCK:
Yes, sir.
SKIPPER:
All stop on the engine.
BILL:
All stop on the engine!
Bill rotates the telegraph handle back and forth and moves
it to the stop position.
SKIPPER:
Behold gentlemen. The power of the
wind!
As the sails billow the Albatross seems transformed.
Everyone stops and looks up. The vessel heels and with a
powerful surge, launches into the waves. White foam
splashes over the bowsprit as the hull thunders through
the water. Chuck's face is full of wonder. It is a
magical moment. Then the crew begins to cheer.
SKIPPER:
Did we lose anybody?
ALICE:
Not yet.
LONG SHOT:
The Albatross under full sail is the handsome, powerful
image of another time. And yet, here she is.
ON DECK:
Each of the boys is awed by the majesty of this moment.
Music builds.
SKIPPER:
Chart us a course for the windward
side.
Alice considers his request.
ALICE:
That low passed through last night.
May be a little bumpy out there.
SKIPPER:
It's time these boys saw some real
blue water.
The bow of the Albatross explodes through the top of a
fifteen foot swell. The sky is clear but the wind is
fierce. In spite of the seas the ship is trimmed and
sailing well.
The crew has never seen mountains of water like this.
Disaster seems imminent. Bill has assembled them in front
of the wheel house. They are all holding on for dear
life. Even John seems shaken. Skipper magically stands
effortlessly before them on the rolling deck. He remains
perfectly dry.
SKIPPER:
Well... now that I have your
undivided attention... I'd like to
take this opportunity to make a few
points...
TERRY:
(aside)
This guy is certifiable...
PHIL:
Suicidal...
SKIPPER:
The first thing is I don't like
people talking when I'm talking so
the two of you, shut up.
Caught, Terry and Phil button up.
SKIPPER:
Second, the next one of you who
doesn't jump like a bunny when Mr.
Butler gives an order is gonna spend
the rest of this trip scrubbing
bilges. He's a better sailor today
than any ten of you will be when
this is all over.
Skipper directs the next comment directly at John.
SKIPPER:
And if I catch anybody, ever,
jumping off a yard arm again I will
personally break what bones are left
and send you home in a wheel chair.
A wave explodes over the bow. A wall of water crashes
over the deck knocking down several of the boys. Terry
can't take it anymore and explodes.
TERRY:
We're gonna die!!! We're all gonna
die!
He lunges at Skipper but Lawford one arms him.
SKIPPER:
Excellent point. As you might have
noticed, being out here pretty much
puts you in the moment. If you
panic, if you lose your head, you
die. Maybe you take your mates with
you. How'd you like to have to bet
on Terry here getting us home today?
Each one of you is responsible for
the rest. "Where we go one, we go
all". If your buddy is asleep at
the switch we're all fish food.
He's making his point which is lost on no one.
SKIPPER:
The ship beneath you is not a toy
and sailing is not a game. The
Albatross will take us far
gentlemen, but she demands constant
attention. Respect her, and we'll
do fine. Oh, and one more thing.
There is nothing that goes on, on
this boat that I don't know about.
She speaks to me in the night. So
don't test me. Not even a little.
Skipper walks over and puts an arm around Terry who is
fighting sobs.
SKIPPER:
Nothing like experience to put
things in perspective. Huh son?
(to Bill)
Alright. Let's go home.
Lawford addresses some of the crew. Chuck, Robin and John
are among them. John glares at Lawford. The guys giggle.
LAWFORD:
That's not a satisfactory answer.
JOHN:
Look, save it for somebody else will
ya. This ancient sh*t doesn't have
anything to do with me.
Lawford pauses for a moment and then explodes
theatrically.
LAWFORD:
Sh*t?!!!
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