Michiel de Ruyter Page #2

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I haven't served long enough.

You have more experience than any other.

As a sailor.

No one will listen to me.

We'll make them listen.

I'm not of noble birth.

Even better.

Sailors are conservative.

You can't just make anyone

admiral of the fleet.

That's not how it works.

Yes, it does.

It's the 17th century,

anything is possible.

This is ridiculous.

You were raised as an Orangist.

Most men in Zeeland were.

I'm not into politics.

But that is an advantage,

sailors have to trust their Admiral.

De Ruyter, this is in

our nations interest.

I'm not setting sail again.

In the last 15 years,

I've spent six months at home.

You have to find someone else.

Are you serious?

Didn't I make myself clear?

I won't find a better man than you.

Of course you will.

This is the 17th century, anything is possible.

Gentlemen.

What a strange fellow.

What a strange fellow.

I guess we'll make Sir Obdam Admiral.

Damn it, Admiral,

what must we do?

Retreat.

Battle of Lowestoft,

We've lost 25 ships.

3000 dead and 2000 men taken

prisoner by the English.

Good men, who fought for their country.

Honest men.

Who trusted the prime minister.

Hear, hear.

Who trusted him with their lives.

Order.

Do you think this will be the end of it?

Is that honestly what you think?

I'll tell you who is to blame.

That prime minister from Holland.

And his republican friends.

They should send him out to sea.

This isn't your fault.

The Spanish want our trade routes,

the Germans want to control our rivers.

And the French can't wait to occupy

the Southern Netherlands.

What are we going to do?

Just go.

I made you a promise.

There is no use staying home

if there is no home left.

Engel, come on.

We need a strong leader who is

respected by other kingdoms.

What do we do about it?

The Prince of Orange...

is nothing but a brat.

A brat.

Are we sure that the Prince is a real man?

I've been told he prefers ballet

over military strategy.

What effrontery!

This will endanger the republic!

Order, order.

Gentlemen.

Let's keep it somewhat civilized.

What do you propose, regent Kievit?

I propose we appoint the

Honorable Lord Cornelis Tromp...

son of our greatest naval hero ever,

as our new Admiral.

Bestevaer!

And opinion of your own,

not the people's choice.

Your own opinion!

Mr.de Witt?

Mr.Tromp.

Do we have an appointment?

No, we don't.

I thought I'd speed things up.

Since your father's funeral

I haven't had a chance...

You're looking for someone

to replace my father.

I'm looking into it.

You probably don't realize...

but the fleet will only accept

one man as their new Admiral.

And who is that?

My blood is his blood.

The blood of Bestevaer.

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