In the Heart of the Sea Page #4

But here on the ship serves in a single purpose.

Hvalolie.

I intend to fill 2,000 barrels and return home as soon as possible.

And even when the weather is fine without a whale in sight -

- Then we put the boats in the water and makes us to catch whales.

Anyone who does not take part, can swim home. Understood?

- Bleach. - Bleach.

You, greenhorn. Up on deck.

Of you go.

Javel, land crab.

- Thomas Nickerson, ikke?

- Jo.

Some become seasick at first.

- Pull me up! - It is the best remedy.

Pull me up!

It helped?

Satan.

I apologize many times.

Now you have something to write home to your mother.

My mother is dead and buried. My father also has a tombstone.

He disappeared at sea, before I was born.

Give it to me.

The crew is your family now. For better or worse.

Sore, mostly.

Scrub the deck, kid.

Hundevagten. Today teacher In that be whalers.

Linen is misplaced, Nickerson.

We continue to sunset if necessary.

- Dmpgrdinger! - Get ready, harpoon!

Dmpgrdinger!

- You're too slow! - sekarrene.

I need to know the ship and out before we stop.

Drag, Barz.

- Faster, mr. Ray. - They are no longer greenhorns.

You are a sailor now.

Not bad, mr. Ray. Besl jib!

Get used to life as workhorses.

- Mr. Chase?

- Ja.

Set windscreens.

Is it klogt? We are approaching us the Gulf Stream.

- Let us wait for the weather conditions. - We are two days behind.

We must faster to catch the North-East.

Set windscreens.

Set windscreens. Rub you.

Set windscreens!

To the top, mr. Coffin. The captain will have the speed!

Ready by braces! Trim the sails!

Set mrssejl and windscreens.

Attach lsejlsfald!

- Attached to the boom! - Fore mrssejl is barged!

The captain put wind in the sails!

She may be old, but she can still sail!

A storm on the starboard bow. We must reduce sail.

Not yet, mr. Chase.

We are sailing with eight knots. The storm moves even faster.

Let it depends. The men need a baptism of fire.

If we do not change course, then hits us from the side.

Mr. Chase. We continue.

Mr. Lawrence. Hold kursen.

- The exchange rate is kept. - Otherwise, we lose half a day.

If men can not handle a little wind, we already lost.

Get ready for rough seas.

Severe weather ahead. Make sure everything is lashed.

Double boat collars on whale boats!

Rust you, mr. Bond. We are heading towards a storm.

- Close and lock the main door! - The storm is approaching fast!

- We have to change course. - We continue.

- Mr. Lawrence. Hold kursen!

- Kursen holdes.

- We take water in! - Hold on!

- Decrease sails, mr. Chase! - Climb up and set accustomed!

Over on the pile side and hold on tight!

- We must have the sails down! - To the leeward side!

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