Yankee Buccaneer Page #5
- Year:
- 1952
- 86 min
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northwest, Mr. Farragut?
West by
northwest, sir.
We're drifting into
the Gulf Stream current.
With luck and some wind for our sails,
it will carry us to the West lndies.
There, we'll take on provisions
and repair the damage.
That's if we don't run
Without a rudder,
we'd be a sitting target.
Carry on, Lieutenant, and
pray for clear sailing.
Oh, Captain?
Yes?
l'd like to volunteer
for salvage-diving duty, sir.
l'm aware of the many things
on your conscience, sir,
and also that a rudderless
ship of short rations
takes longer to
reach its destination,
but l won't let the
sharks get any part of you.
l want my executive officer to
stand court-martialed on both feet.
Word from sickbay, sir.
Doctor confirms report.
lt's scurvy that
Harrison's down with.
Any fresh food or
potatoes left aboard?
No, sir.
Mr. Farragut?
Yes, sir?
The men need a tonic.
Break out a rum ration
for ship's complement.
Mr. Link will
supervise. Carry on.
Aye, aye, sir.
l'm sorry for showing me thirst,
Davey-lad, and causing you all this hurt.
Let me tell
the Captain...
Secure all hands
for rum ration, Mr. Link.
Then we'll have our say.
Aye, aye, sir.
Forsythe.
Forsythe, draw
ration for one.
Christie.
Christie, draw
ration for one.
Rum issue
completed, sir.
Thank you,
Mr. Redell.
Well, that does it, Davey-lad.
Now for old Link's ration.
l suggest you save some of that until
after we fix the rudder, Mr. Link.
The rudder? l ain't
fixing no rudder.
those fish bite hard.
Topside at eight bells. We're
responsible for this mess,
and l couldn't be in
much more trouble.
Bring a lubber hose from the
forecastle, and not a word to anyone.
But you're not
listening, Davey.
Eight bells, Chief.
how hard l worked for this drink,
they'd make me an admiral
for my drive and spirit.
All clear, Davey-lad.
Good.
Now, my idea is to replace
the shackle on the stay chains.
But it ain't enough.
She'll break away again.
lt's worth a last chance
to try to sail her in.
There's no guarantee
we'll drift to port
before the food runs out
and the scurvy gets worse.
Hand me that
lubber hose.
Now, two pulls on this rope
brings me up. Lower away.
Stand-by watch!
On the double!
Get below. l'll take
care of him.
You all right,
Davey-boy?
The shark
almost got me.
No chance to fix
those stay chains.
But you were told not to try to
fix the stay chains, Mr. Farragut.
You will remain to quarters
until further orders.
Aye, aye, sir.
Better fetch the doctor.
That won't be necessary,
sir. l'm quite all right.
Captain
Porter, sir. Look.
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