Master And Commander: The Far Side Of The World Page #3

You can find it in here, actually.

Page 135, if Im not mistaken.

Yes.

May I beg you to tell me

what kind of man he is?

You should read the book.

I will, sir. Thank you.

Here we go again.

Scrape-scrape, screech-screech.

Never a tune you could dance to,

not if you were drunk as Davy's sow.

How about this?

Or are you in the mood

for something more aggressive?

Salute.

Hats off.

What's all this about?

- What's this?

- It's the phantom, sir.

Excuse me. That's what the men call it.

It's the Acheron, sir.

You see, Will here, he seen her being built.

In Boston, sir. During the peace.

But she's Yankee-built, sir.

He was getting married, and his wife's

second cousin works in the yards,

so Will here saw the ship out of water.

Sir, I saw there was something right strange

about her, so I asked Joe...

So he described it to me

and I knocked you up a model, sir.

- And this framing is accurate?

- Exactly accurate, sir.

- Thank you, lads.

- Thank you, sir.

Killick, an extra ration of rum for these men.

Thank you very much, sir.

- Which I was saving for Salutin' Day.

- We'll drink wine.

Oh, drink wine on Salutin' Day...

Bluff above the water and sharp below.

Gives the hull a finer entry and a long run

as she goes aft. That's why she's so fast.

Heavier, but fast despite it.

That's the future.

What a fascinating modern age we live in.

Planking and framing like that

would make her hull 2ft thick. Solid oak.

That's why we couldn't dent her. She's

probably capable of making 12 to 14 knots.

Now we know. Thank God for Warley

and his wife's second cousin.

She could be doing up to 280 miles a day.

Even if we did catch up with her...

I mean, to take her...

She's out of our class.

She's a 44-gun ship.

She's still vulnerable at the stern,

like the rest of us.

Hello, darling! How much for a kiss?

Quanto cost-o kiss-o?

- Name?

- My name is Maria.

Give us arrows. I give axe. Quick, mate.

Thank you, mate.

Gangway for the mail, please.

- Here we are. Very important mail. Letters.

- Era um navio francs.

- What's he saying?

- Estava indo pela costa?

Sim, estava. Indo pela costa ao sul.

A large man-of-war, French, stopped here

on the 10th, then headed south.

- Muito grande.

- Obrigado, senhor.

Somewhere here.

A full three weeks ahead.

Damn.

All right, Tom, let's get all this squared away.

Aye, sir. Mr Hollar!

Let us complete our business here.

Hands, prepare to weigh anchor!

Put that woman down, Slade! This is a ship

of His Majesty's Navy, not a floating bordello!

All hands, get these provisions stowed.

Well done.

Gentlemen...

- To wives and to sweethearts.

- To wives and sweethearts.

May they never meet.

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