Shipwrecked Page #3

Let Down Fore Topmast !

Give A Bit More.

Go On. Go On.

[ Sighs ]

Captain ?

Oh ?

You're Still Here ?

Yes, Sir.

Captain,

Are There Rules About--

I Mean--

Spit It Out.

What's On Your Mind ?

If A Mate Knows Something

About Another Mate,

Or-Or An Officer--

Kind Of A Secret--

I Mean--

If He Knows That Someone's

Got Something On Board...

That Maybe They Shouldn't,

Should He Report Him

Or Not ?

Has Someone Smuggled

Some Rum On Board ?

[ Chuckles ]

Don't Worry So Much,

Hakon.

I Just Want To Be

A True Sailor, Sir.

I've Never Known A Truer.

Now For That Secret

Of Yours,

Sleep On It.

And In The Morning,

If You Feel You Should,

Come And Tell Me

About It, Hmm ?

Yes, Sir.

Good Night, Sir.

Good Night, Hakon.

[ Chuckling ]

Ay, Yi, Yi, Yi, Yi,

Yi, Yi.

He Needs Rest, Lad.

I Have To Talk To Him.

Oh, No.

[ Footsteps ]

So, How Is

The Captain Today ?

His Temperature's High.

It Is Ship's Fever,

Then.

Mm. Most Likely,

But No One Else

Is Sick.

I Haven't Seen Ship's Fever

Attack Only One Man,

Have You ?

No, Never.

He's An Old Man.

[ Man ]

We, Therefore, Commit

His Body To The Deep,

In Sure And Certain Hope...

Of Resurrection

To Eternal Life...

Through Our Lord,

Jesus Christ.

Amen.

[ Men ]

Amen.

[ Splash ]

[ Together ]

The Lord Is My Shepherd

I'll Not Want

He Maketh Me Down

To Lie

In Pastures Green

He Leadeth Me

The Quiet Waters By

Now There Could Be

Plenty Of Explanations

For This Cargo.

- Like What ?

- To Use Against Pirates.

Then Why Does It Say Glass...

When It's Guns ?

Now, Listen.

Captain Howell Is A British

Naval Officer, Hakon.

He Is Here To Protect Us.

It's Not Our Place

To Question How He

Does It. Come On.

[ Men Chattering ]

[ Man ] Clear Hatch Covers

For Unloading !

Hello, Hakon.

Hmm ?

Sydney's The Kind Of Harbor

That Leaves A Mark

On A Sailor.

Really ?

Did On Me.

[ Bosun ] Rig Those

Cargo Blocks ! Go On !

Hmm ?

[ Hakon Chuckles ]

Easy There !

"Mother."

I Have An Announcement

From The Captain.

We're Behind Schedule.

We'll Have To Make Up

The Lost Time...

On The Passage To Calcutta.

All Shore Leave

Here In Sydney Is Canceled.

Hey, Wait !

That's Not Fair.

Mr. Thatcher,

We've Been At Sea...

For Three-And-A-Half Months !

Sir, We've Been

Working Hard.

Don't We Deserve

Shore Leave ?

Gentlemen,

Must I Remind You

That This Ship

Is Under The Command...

Of The British Navy ?

Insubordination

Is A Punishable Offense.

Any Questions ?

Good.

[ All Muttering ]

[ Man ]

Now What ?

Different Captains,

Different Styles.

Quiet.

Bosun, These Are

Your New Mates.

Show Them

To Their Quarters.

You Didn't Say

Anything About Taking On

Extra Crew, Mr. Howell.

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