Constable, a boat’s blown in with the storm.
God.
Come on!
-Fletcher?
I went aboard, sir, to see if anyone was alive.
And?
What’s that?
Captain’s log.
This log is a record
and a warning.
And if it finds you, God help you,
as he has abandoned Demeter.
We tried to stop him.
If we didn’t succeed,
God have mercy on your souls.
I can’t go back, sir.
Come on.
Hey!
Hey, mister! Sit down! It’s your turn.
Come on, wake up.
Let’s go back home.
Sixth of July,
made port in Varna, Bulgaria.
Don’t wander far, Toby. We’re not staying long.
I won’t, Grandpa. I promise.
Our crew was a few hands short.
Captain.
And I have tasked Mr. Wojchek
to remedy this before we take on cargo.
is looking for hands all the way to England.
I fold.
Open your ears, men.
needs three able-bodied seamen.
Bound for London. We pay in gold.
I’m able.
And strong as an ox.
Who are you, boy?
Clemens.
You dress like an educated man. Where did you go to school?
University of Cambridge.
I have a steady hand with a needle, and, uh...
I have supplies if you’re in need of a ship doctor.
I-It’s been a while,
but I-I do know my way around a boat, if not.
Learning about boats ain’t the same as keeping one afloat.
What did the sailor ever learn from a book
that did him an ounce of good when he was lost at sea?
Astronomy, for one.
Can lose a chart. You can lose a compass.
But you can’t lose the stars, can you?
Never met an Englishman in such a hurry to return to England.
Be gone as soon as we reach it, no doubt.
We need strong crew, not passengers.
Me?
You.
No, never mind you.
What’s he saying?
He says they cannot stay.
The hell they can’t.
We need their hands or we lose the tide.
He says they need to leave before the sun sinks.
What kind of nonsense is that?
- For your men.
We go now.
Men!
This is more than I paid to bring the damn cargo here.
What did he spit at the end?
"Good leave" or "good riddance"?
"Good luck."
-Come on, pull!
Pull!
Come on, pull!
Pull!
Come on, pull!
Pull!
See, let go. Let go!
Toby!
-Are you all right, boy? -
Toby?
Mr. Wojchek, hold that man!
You never said nothing about dragons.
I know this mark.
It is a bad omen.
You could have killed the boy.
I don’t give a whore’s ass about dragons!
Keep your gold, the devil’s serpent.
God save you all.
May he save the ship.
May he save the crew.
Are you all right?
-You injured? -Mm-mm.
-Thank you, Mr. Clemens. -Yeah, sure.
We leave port within the hour.
You prove to be lying about knowing your way around a boat,
I’ll throw you off the boat myself, astronomer.
Uh, th-thank you, sir.
Larsen, get this stinking bunch of cockroaches underway.
You heard Mr. Wojchek.
Olgaren, get those crates stowed.
Come on.
-Good boy!
Cast off! Ready the headsails.
Pull in the moorings!
Be quick about it!
Pull!
-Pull! -WOJCHEK: Give me a way to steer.
She moves like a fat pig with all this weight.
Do you see that beam up there?
That’s where they used to hang pirates and mutineers.
Have you ever seen a real dead man, Mr. Clemens?
I have.
-Really? -Let me show you the ship.
Captain’s cabin’s that big door.
There’s lots of maps and drawings in there,
but captain doesn’t like me fiddling.
This here is Huckleberry.
-Oh. -But we just call him Huck.
- Hello, Huck.
That’s the cargo hold.
Everything there is headed for London.
You knock on wood like this if there’s any trouble.
Or to signal a change of watch or if the sky’s looking fierce.
You can hear it all the way from the bunks
to the captain’s on a clear night.
-I swear. -Mm.
I’ve heard it.
Yes, I believe you have.