:02:08
Up your oars!
:02:11
Jump to it!
Press gang muster on the jetty.
:02:15
I shall return to Defiant
in three hours.
:02:18
- We'll have the crew ready to serve.
- Thank you, Mr. Scott-Padget.
:02:29
Press gang!
:02:50
Stop him!
:02:53
Catch him! Don't let him get away!
:02:56
- Press gangs are busy tonight.
- Yes, probably ours.
:03:02
We're a few men short.
Well, a few dozen.
:03:05
Things get worse. The English sailor's
lost his taste for fighting.
:03:10
Maybe he's lost taste for
the conditions in which he fights.
:03:15
- Must have discipline.
- His Majesty's Navy uses a heavy hand.
:03:20
At times, perhaps too heavy.
:03:22
Apart from finer feelings,
it could be dangerous.
:03:26
The lower deck's like a prison.
:03:28
No freedom, irregular pay,
and food that even rats won't touch.
:03:33
- I speak out of turn.
- True, every word.
:03:36
We've enough trouble
without provocation.
:03:39
Still, that's for
the Admiralty to settle.
:03:42
- Sailing orders, Crawford.
- Thank you, sir.
:03:46
- I report to Jarvis in Corsica?
- Correct. With all possible speed.
:03:51
Try to avoid
any side issues on the way.
:03:55
How's your glass?
:03:59
Your first lieutenant,
Mr. Scott-Padget...