In the Heart of the Sea Page #6

He dives.

My hands!

Vd linen, Nickerson.

Come on!

There are 140 fathoms line back.

80 fathoms back!

He pulls us down!

I need your line, Matthew!

Give me the line, Peterson! Come on!

There are 60 fathoms back!

- 20 fathoms! - Tie lines together.

- Finished. - Now!

- Take over the steering oar, Peterson. - Yes, sir.

- How many feet is left? - There are 70th

No, wait.

- Owen! - No. Not yet!

- Do not touch the line! - There are 50 fathoms back!

- Owen! - Do not touch it.

30 fathoms, mr. Joy!

10 fathoms back!

Butts off!

All forces.

- The chimney fire! - The chimney fire!

It burns!

- Hurry up. - Get out, you bastards.

And lard oil. Can you smell it?

- It's the smell of money. - Get away with you!

- Can you reach down there? - No.

- How does it look? - Not good.

That's it.

- Mr. Chase?

- Ja.

- We can not do more. - Keep digging.

- We can not get down there. - So find someone who can.

Kom her, Nickerson.

Come here, I said.

Climb down.

Come on, Thomas. The most valuable is down there.

I can not. Sorry, but I can not.

Climb down, otherwise you will be allowed to sleep there.

Place this between your teeth.

The stench is worse than f***ing a**hole.

So.

- Sorry. - Here you go, Nickerson. Take my pillow!

Get down.

You learn to know yourself down there.

- Have you been inside a whale's head? - It was I spared.

Inside are all the gold.

I'll never forget the first whale.

47 barrels of oil. But the joy was short-lived.

- Was whale stocks depleted? - Indeed.

We sailed therefore further.

It took us a month to round Cape Horn.

We crossed the Atlantic behind us, in the hope -

- To go better times ahead.

But that now the Pacific improved not vor situation.

We observed too rare whales.

After almost a year at sea -

- The relationship between the captain and the first mate more tense.

The captain spent all the time in his cabin.

He was afraid to see the crew in the face.

Our cargo space was almost empty.

And the result of our puny efforts -

- Reminded us that we were far from returning home.

ATACAMES I ECUADOR

No. I do not speak the language.

- Speak English. - Offer more.

This is Nantucket whale oil. The warthog is not worth more.

Priests insist that we write home.

Who would it help? Widows?

The owners of a lost ship?

How long will you live in hiding, sir. Captain?

Then write home and ask for forgiveness on behalf of the crew and captain.

No one could have prevented what happened there.

And who would believe it? None. Not at all investors.

For years, their whale oil made them very wealthy.

Captain.

I hear that your ship was attacked.

Captain George Pollard. Essex.

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