In the Heart of the Sea Page #3

- That their investment is in competent hands.

They just want to be safe.

Keep finally out for me, and to, if I make mistakes.

I've also thought about me, sir. Captain.

- Easy anchor, mr. Chase. - Make mrssejl los!

Take the helm, mr. Lawrence. Set sail mr. Joy.

Get ready by bomsejl. Set staysail and mrssejl.

- Get in the swing! - Release givtov and set sail.

Set mrssejl and topsail. Raise the anchor!

Set topsail! Release givtov and set sail.

- There's a knot in sejsingen! - Take the helm, mr. Chappell.

I can not release it!

Come. Why is braserne not ready?

Where are my headsail, mr. Ray?

- Raise the anchor! - Raise the anchor!

Drag, Nickerson.

- Set sail, damn. - The entire island is watching us.

- The anchor is raised! - Get your head down, captain.

Watch your head, Captain!

- What's wrong? - The sail can not be rolled out.

- The sail stuck! - The knot loosening not!

There is not enough sail rolled out!

- Pas on. - It is sejsingen, Owen.

Away.

For found there!

- Put the mainsail! - Pull!

Attach the sails!

Good work, mr. Chase.

If we get Cape Verde in two weeks, so we hit the Pacific as planned.

- Corn, mr. Chase? - No thanks.

- I've never liked it. - How strange.

- Cultivated your father is no corn? - Jo.

I was tired of eating it every day.

Corn, okra and beans, yes?

Before he was sent to prison.

- Do you know the story, mr. Joy? - Pardon?

Mr. Chase were, strictly speaking, an orphan -

- When his father was imprisoned.

Many roads lead to the sea.

We try not to ask too many questions.

It can not have been easy, but ...

... They were taken in by Nantucket's seafaring family.

It is not the first time I have been called outside the island -

- A Nantucketbo who point out my background.

Excuse me, but there are guards putting.

No thanks.

- Neither a bit? - No thanks.

As I said. The fewer questions the better.

Serve as the food.

- Do we have delse first day? - Stingy Drengerve. Where is the meat?

- Beautiful girl. - Cuts of whalebone.

- Let me touch. - No.

- Are not you married? - Jo. And here she is.

It is certainly her nose.

Congratulations, ladies.

Great effort today.

What a bunch of puny letmatroser.

Mr. Chappell. They are captain harpoons.

- Mr. Lawrence. De er min.

- Javel.

Og mr. Peterson.

- Second mate's harpoons. - Yes, sir.

There are six men in each boat. We practice in the morning at six glasses.

We are not end east of Halifax.

- What is your name? - Coffin. Henry Coffin.

He is the captain's cousin.

Mr. Coffin. Is a whale aware, whether it is east of Halifax?

I do not know who you are, or how I ended up here.

Some of you are probably on the run from the law.

It is fine. I do not care.

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