Most scenes together: Jack Aubrey & Joseph Nagle (5), Stephen Maturin & Joseph Nagle (4), Jack Aubrey & Stephen Maturin (2)
Lads, that's not good enough. Remember, we need to fire two broadsides to her one. Do you want to see a guillotine in Piccadilly!?
No!
Want to call that raggedy-arse Napoleon your king!?
No!
You want your children to sing the "La Marseillaise!?"
No!
Mr. Mowett, Mr. Pullings, starboard battery!
Well, Stephen … the bird's flightless?
Yes.
It's not going anywhere.
By comparison, the Surprise is a somewhat aged man-o-war. Am I not correct?
Would you call me an aged man-o-war, doctor? The Surprise is not old; no one would call her old. She has a bluff bow, lovely lines. She's a fine sea-boat: weatherly, stiff and fast … very fast, if she's well handled. No, she's not old; she's in her prime.
Sailing Master John Allen Well, we can patch up the main and mizzen, the foresail's too far gone, I'm afraid, so we'll bend our spare.
Lt. Thomas Pullings Mr. Lamb is confident, with basic repairs we can get home as we are--
We're not going home.
Sailing Master John Allen But, to refit, we need a port, and the Acheron may be still be looking for us.
We can refit at sea. Here. We're at shoals. As you said, Mr. Allen, she is taking the war to the south seas, and we are supposed to stop her.
Sailing Master John Allen But, Sir, with respect, she's a vastly heavier ship. She's out of our class. She could be halfway to Cape Horn by the time we're repaired and under way.
Well, then, there's not a moment to lose.
Well, Mr. Blakeney, it would appear that you have the makings of a naturalist.
Well, sir, perhaps I could combine them to be a sort of … fighting naturalist … like you, sir.
They don't combine too well, I find.
Excuse me, Sir?
Remove your hat, Blakeney. We're whalers here.
Yes, yes.
Mr. Calamy says I'm not in the boarding party, I want to say...
I know what you want to say. My answer is no. [Blakeney lowers his head in disappointment] You'll lead your gun crew and then when we board, you'll take command of the ship from here on the quarterdeck. Do I make myself clear?
Take command of the ship? Thank you, Sir.
Is it true about how they put the last stitch through your nose?
What do you mean?
Old Joe told me that when you die, they stitch you up in your hammock with the last stitch through your nose, just to make sure you're not asleep. Not through the nose, you'll tell them?
Right! From now on, no sirs, no salutes, no ayes, no whistles, no bells.
Aye, sir.
Able Seaman Slade Is them his brains, sir?
No, that's just dried blood.
Those are his brains.
[The crew "Ohhs" in wonder]
To wives and sweethearts.
May they never meet.
It's like Killick says. Mornin' o' the battle, 'e doesn't 'ave the guts to beat to quarters. Then 'is entire gun crew's killed, 'cept for 'im. Momen' 'e goes up the mizzen, Will falls. And whose watch was it when we lost our wind?
Do you not know that in the service … one must always choose the lesser of two weevils?
Down! All hands down!
Down! Down! Everyone down!!
