Mutiny on the Bounty Page #3

Aye, aye, sir!

All hands to stations for leaving harbor!

All hands on deck!

All hands to stations for leaving harbor!

All right, now, heavy on it!

Step round.

Let go and hold!

Ship ready for sea, sir.

Set topsails and headsails. Starboard tack.

Set topsails and headsails.

Set topsails and headsails!

Set gallants!

- Set gallants!

- Sheet home!

Set royals!

Set royals!

Midships, steady as she goes.

- Bos'n's mate!

- Aye, sir?

Pipe up spirits.

Up spirits!

Watch below,

muster for grog on the upper deck!

Hey, Mills.

Mr. Christian wants a word with you

on the quarterdeck.

The fact is,

I'm a little slow sometimes and...

- Good afternoon, sir.

- Good afternoon.

Mack here is reporting a theft.

- What? Already?

- Aye, sir.

Carry on with your investigations.

Seaman Mills at your service, sir.

No labor too long, no job too hard, sir.

Well, you're a light-hearted fellow,

as well as a light-fingered one.

Sir?

It seems that in a moment of exuberance,

you stole two 25-pound cheeses.

I stole two 25-pound cheeses, sir?

You wish to deny it?

Well, speak up, Mills.

Why, yes I do, sir. Of course. Certainly, sir.

First of all, sir,

I'd be grateful to know who's accusing me.

Yes, of course. This observant chap here

says he saw you take them

before we left Portsmouth.

Well, he saw wrong, sir.

Or else he's a bloody liar.

- Are you a bloody liar? Answer freely.

- No, sir.

I saw him take them those two cheeses

with me own eyes.

Mr. Christian, testing one man's word

against another's is an empty procedure.

List the shortage as unsolved theft

and stop the men's cheese ration

- until the deficit is made up.

- As you say, sir.

- Well, that'll be all, Mills.

- Thank you, sir.

Was there something further

you wished to discuss?

Early Renaissance sketching, perhaps?

No, sir. Sorry, sir.

Let it lay, whatever it is. Let it lay.

- I got a little score to settle.

- Look, son, this is a small ship.

Fill it with grudges

and there'd be no room left to live in.

And you're listening to 30 years at sea.

You don't preach to me, McCoy,

and I won't preach to you. All right?

It's a good bargain,

with you the loser.

You can thank

your good friend Mills for this.

Now, this is the way it's gonna be.

Captain's orders.

There'll be no cheese issue

until the shortage is made up.

You understand? And you?

So we've got a bootlicker onboard, eh?

A troublemaker.

- It wasn't my fault.

- Hey, what's the matter?

I don't like to be called a thief, that's all.

- A thief?

- A thief, that's right.

I'll teach you a lesson.

- Squealing on the boys.

- Hey!

I like a bit of cheese with my grub.

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