Bligh
But you're taking my ship. My ship.
Christian
Your ship? The King's ship, you mean. And you're not fit to command it. Into the boat!
Bligh
Casting me adrift thirty five hundred miles from a port of call. You're sending me to my doom, eh? Well, you're wrong, Christian! I'll take this boat, as she floats, to England if I must. I'll live to see you - all of ya - hanging from the highest yard arm in the British fleet!

