The Long Voyage Home Page #3

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You won't go home. You'll get drunk.

The only way you'll see that farm | is through a bottle.

You stop that.

Stop what, square-head?

You don't make a fool of Ole.

He's going home. | By devil, you've got no home.

I got no home. | None of us got a home but Ole.

And if you stop him, I fight you.

You go home, Ole.

Your mother is old. Where's my hat?

She needs you. She wants you. | You don't go anymore on sailing.

That's no good, Ole. That's no good.

You go home to your mother.

She's old, and she needs you.

Yeah, I go home.

You go home.

And here are your instructions | for the stowage of high explosives.

- High explosives. | - Are your cargo holds quite dry?

Oh, yes.

I'm not worried | about keeping the cargo dry,

but about getting through the war zone.

We haven't enough speed | to run away from a rowboat.

Not even a machine gun | to make a fight of it.

If anything hits us below the waterline, | we'd go up like a kite.

Nevertheless,

every ship that gets to England | is helping to win the war.

And every officer and man | in the merchant marine is doing his bit.

- Unsung heroes... | - Is this when you want us to sail?

Oh, yes. Time is very important, you know.

Is it?

Unsung heroes.

Like a curse!

Hey, Yank. Drisk.

Come here.

- Hey. Hey, did you know about this? | - What are you talking about?

I was wondering | what all them blooming uniformed guards

were hanging around for.

- That explains it. | - TNT.

TNT, it's high explosives.

It's the same thing, isn't it?

It's worse. It's ammunition.

- By jiminy Christmas. | - The devil with it.

Load up an old hooker like this | full of that blooming stuff

and what is she? Just a bomb!

A great, big dynamite bomb!

I quit!

Well, we're all quitting, I'm thinking.

I'm through.

Captain wants you out, men. | Everybody out.

Sir, what's the meaning of this?

Captain will answer your questions.

But we didn't sign on for the kind...

- Okay, hop it. He's waiting. | - Well, so are we.

All right, let the old man himself explain...

By devil, I quit!

I ain't gonna sign on this old tub again.

As far as this job's concerned, | you men haven't got any names.

You're just so many hands,

just as I am a boss | to see this cargo gets to England.

If it doesn't get there, | it'll be missed, but we won't.

Now I know it's the usual thing | for the fo'c's'le hands to grouse.

So if anybody's got | any objection to what I've said,

well, step forward. Let's hear it.

Right. Well from now on | till you're paid off in London,

you get 25% bonus on your wages.

There's one thing more.

Owing to circumstances | over which I've got no control,

nobody is allowed to leave the ship.

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