In the Heart of the Sea Page #5

Hold fast, Nickerson!

Hold linerne i ro!

- Hold on! - Place the rudder hard on!

- Turn hard leeward! - No. The damage is done!

- Let the sails run! - No, put the helm on!

It's too late! We risk capsizing!

- Add helm on! - Let the sails run!

Hold fast!

Pas p!

Mr. Joy!

Cut topgallant sails free! The ship must be righted!

They would talk to me?

At six glasses in the morning gathers the crew -

- And announces that we return, so the ship can be repaired.

They apologize that you doubted my order -

- Which almost cost every man's life.

I accept your resignation. That was all.

- They ordered windscreens set. - Yes.

- The men were tested. - In the middle of a storm?

- It was unfortunate. - It was bad seamanship.

To call it bad luck is weak.

Mage for rudeness. You know who you talking to?

My name is Captain George Pollard.

Pollard!

No matter how many whalebones you have, so you are just a farmer's son -

- Who have forced their way an officer's uniform.

Now get out.

To return without the slightest oil would be a mistake.

It is not worthy of the name-Pollard.

Chase, or, for that matter.

We should work hard all the hours that God gives us -

- Fill the vessel with oil, return home for a year -

- And let our paths separated immediately afterwards.

Believe me, it is my wish.

But it is, of course, the captain's decision.

It was like a bad marriage.

It may be tolerable.

But it also threatens shipwreck.

- Er De gift, mr. Melville?

- Ja.

- The Lord be merciful to you. - We expect our first child.

When your wife that you've brought your whole fortune -

- And offered it to a stranger?

- No. - They are full of surprises.

Well.

- Essex thus having no home? - No.

- She sailed? - Yes.

And before long we heard called, all whalers longs.

Blown.

Blown!

Find on mod! Blast!

- Rethval or spermacethval? - Spermacethvaler!

Mr. Chase. Set whale boats in the water!

- All hands on deck! - All hands on deck!

Put the boats in the water.

Put the boats in the water!

SOUTHERN ATLANTIC Three months at sea

Forward. HIV, to break the back!

Ro for! HIV in the arteries to the arms fall off.

There, they break!

Over there! Give it all you can!

Come on. Place all forces!

HIV everything I can!

She blows!

It is a calf!

- Is the calf? - There is the cow.

Which has the male. Gold.

Kom s, Nickerson!

- A 40-barrels? - 50!

He's huge! Grasp the veins.

Fight until your lungs burst.

Full speed ahead! Place all forces!

Keep an eye on the oars!

- Prepare the whale rope, mr. Ramsdell. - Yes, sir.

The first whale is mine, mr. Lawrence.

Take me close.

HIV! Come on. After it.

You get your first Nantucket-sldetur.

Oh God!

Watch him! The most feared creature on Earth.

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