Action in the North Atlantic

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My name is Joe Rossi.

I'm first mate on this tanker steaming

north to join the east- bound convoy,

and we got 100,000 barrels

of high- test gas slopping in our holds.

Stuff that makes tanks roar and planes fly.

Where are we heading? Well, this is war.

We're shipping under sealed orders,

but it's in the right direction.

Fog's coming in. Get it, mister?

Yeah, Skipper.

We've been running through patches of it

for half an hour.

The main bank's over there to port.

- See something, mister?

- No, it's my tooth again.

I got a mouth full of little dwarfs

with red- hot pickaxes.

You had that toothache

on our last voyage.

Why didn't you get it fixed

when we were in port?

When I'm in port, I want to see something

better- looking than a dentist.

- You rate a toothache.

- I'd say.

That's punishment for my sins.

It'd take more than a toothache

to pay for your sins.

The women.

Honolulu, Port Said, Cape Town.

Police in Singapore.

I reckon you've been in trouble

in every deep- water port in the world.

I can't think of any I missed.

- Fog' s gonna shut in thick before dawn.

- Yeah.

Parker.

- Yes, sir?

- Pass the word along to the bos'n,

- I want a double lookout fore and aft.

- Aye, aye, sir.

Expecting trouble, sir?

You are here to learn, Parker.

Here's your first lesson.

It's an old law of the sea.

Don't ask questions

when you're given an order.

Yes, sir.

You know, that kid's gonna be all right.

Remember when you were

his age, Skipper?

Yes, mister. I remember.

When I was as old as Parker, I'd sailed

around the Horn in a square rigger.

I came up the fo'c'sle myself.

But we haven't got time

to train kids that way nowadays.

How else can you learn the sea?

By rigging a kid in a fancy cadet's uniform

and sticking his nose in a book?

Oh, why don't you give him a chance?

He'll catch on.

Catch on.

The difference between you and me,

Skipper, one of the differences is,

you remember the grief.

I remember the fun.

Next time we get in port,

see a dentist. First.

You know something?

The last tub I shipped out on was so old

that I found a pair of Christopher

Columbus' cufflinks in a locker.

- Did you have a gun on her?

- Certainly, it had a gun on her.

But, holy mackerel,

we'd ever had to fire it,

- the whole ship would have fallen apart.

- Okay. Deal me in.

This here belly wash gets worse everyday.

Well, if it's belly wash,

you don't have to drink it.

- All right then, it's hogwash.

- Here you go, Peaches. Lap her up, baby.

So you been robbing

my canned cow again?

What do you think we're gonna use

for milk this trip? Bilge water?

Oh, lay off, Caviar.

Peaches has gotta have her cream.

Now, you keep out of my galley,

or I'll cut your liver out

and feed it to the cat.

Excuse me. I've got an order for the bos'n.

Hey, Boats.

Captain's boy wants to see you.

- Bos'n, the Skipper...

- Hey, look out!

Now what?

Next time you come in here,

put your feet in your pocket.

I'm sorry. Bos'n, the Skipper wants

a double lookout fore and aft.

What's the matter? The old man nervous?

Send somebody else.

Don't break up the game.

Let's see, on the flip.

- Hey, what's the idea?

- Oh, you wouldn't have won, anyway.

- Lay off them cards.

- You take it, too, Larson.

You're squeezing us out

because we're losing.

You're sore 'cause I called you

when you had a pair of deuces.

Now, would I do a thing like that?

Would I?

- Yes.

- You certainly would.

How you getting along

with your books, professor?

- Swell, thanks.

- Hey, you better study good

or the Skipper'll put you in a corner

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