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It's tough, ready?

I saw it!

Ready?

Fire!

Presenting Michael Redgrave as see as far as to his indomitable man of the sea, Horatio

Hornblower.

It was bright and sunny and calm as we glided into the bay of Gibraltar and I was stood

on the quarterback with my telescope trained toward the Algiers theatres from Morgon and

Arre.

It was a strange situation that major naval bases of Spain and England should be no more

than six miles apart.

There was well to keep close watch on our visitors for at any moment that a squadron

of Spaniards might push out suddenly and punch all his.

But we reached Gibraltar without incident, Captain Perlil left the ship to pay his respect

to the port admiral and he returned, he sent for me in his cabin and as I went below

I wondered nervously what crimes I had committed.

Come in.

Acting Lieutenant Hornblower.

Ah, Mr. Hornblower.

Acting Lieutenant A.

You like that, Tutton?

Svisham Tuwelsen?

Better than Mitship and A.

Oh, yes.

Still, not so good as Lieutenant A.

Yes.

Well, Mr. Hornblower.

And you ought to consider this good news.

There will be an examination for Lieutenant tomorrow, Captain's ball.

What do you think of that A?

Well, I'm.

Certainly interested, sir.

Of course you are.

The examination will be held about the old prison house over there in Santa Barbara.

You are ready to take it?

I hope Mr. Hornblower?

Well, I am.

I am.

Yes.

Let's see.

You will help my order as Acting Lieutenant for two months now.

Is that right?

So I think this is it.

If you pass this examination, I is on the day after tomorrow, you will be a full Lieutenant

with no nonsense about it.

And you'll have two months in the hour today.

Well, it's sung.

Wonderful, sir.

But what?

Well, nothing, sir.

I was just thinking what would happen if I should fail.

You would revolve up to midship and naturally.

And you'd lose about eight months of seniority.

Because it's for six months, at least, before you could try again.

Yes, I know that.

Well, well, did you say you do feel ready for this examination?

Well, I am.

Oh, yes.

Very well, sir.

The reports of the Santa Barbara at 3pm tomorrow

were just certificates and journals.

Hi, I said.

Tell Mr. Bowdoin, you have my permission to go.

You may use one of the ship's boats.

Thank you, sir.

That's all.

Oh, and by the way, yes, sir.

Good luck for him, sir.

I wish that I could be as confident of the examination as I pretended.

The truth was, I hadn't expected it to come so soon.

Well, there was nothing for it then, but to get out,

not is epitome of navigation and clock,

complete handbook of human ship,

and try in the next 24 hours to be up on everything

in those two thick volumes.

And there were other things to be attended to besides.

And my friend, midshipman Jack Brace,

never let me forget them.

Shoes, hm?

Oh, it was.

Was that place?

I said, shoes.

Oh, no.

The friggin' armature is difficult enough

without your going cryptic on the basement.

Boy, what do you mean?

You have to weigh a bottle of shoes, remember?

Oh, whose happens that's true.

Or chuck them to me, laddie-backer,

I'll get to the gun room and get them polished.

Sorry, took my shoes and I went back to my navigation.

It was a long time before the brace came back.

Yeah, take this.

Hm?

What?

What's that?

My clean shirt.

You don't have to clean one.

Oh, thank you very much, sir.

Not at all.

What about my shoes?

Oh, um, well done, why are you here?

Okay, nice to meet you.

Haven't you got them polished yet?

The gun room's a black shoe black, and you're trying to a chip.

Oh, no.

That's all right, I had to.

The man where it's soft with lard.

Oh, well done.

Unfortunately, the resultant compound stubbornly refuses to take the polish.

Oh, then he got what am I to do, man?

I have two men not work with the gun room's molding shoe brush.

When they're through with that, they'll use a soft cloth.

And don't worry, we'll bring your shoes up to a condition of brightness

worthy of an examination blip tenant.

Hm.

I was by no means satisfied with what I knew of navigation,

but I did have to close that book and start on the handbook of seamanship.

Oh, I felt so abysmal ignorance.

Jack places interruptions at least to serve the purpose of taking my mind off my desperate lack of knowledge.

Bridges.

Oh, what are you talking about this time, brace?

Bridges?

Hey, give me the Bridges, dear number one uniform.

Oh, I'll have them prepared for you.

Oh, yes.

Thank you, Jack.

I don't mention it, Larry Buck.

The words in the complete handbook of seamanship began after a while to dance before my eyes.

It seemed completely meaningless to my befuddled brain.

It was a zit from a great distance.

A few time later, I again heard the voice of midship embrace.

Lick up.

Hm.

What's up?

What's up?

What's up?

What's up?

What's up?

What's up?

What's up?

What's up?

What's up?

What's up?

What's up?

I said liquor.

You're spitted right from the British Navy.

Give it to me quickly.

You haven't drunk it, have you?

No.

I'll then drop it out, look sharp.

Why?

So that the government attendant will be able to press your bridges.

What is going to press them with a tin cup half full of rum?

Of course, not the liquor for the water and coat.

Some payment and then throw it out.

All right, all right.

There's today's spitted ration over there.

I was keeping it through later.

If you want to be a lieutenant, you have to make sacrifices, won't there?

Went on like that through the afternoon,

most of the night, and all of the next morning.

By the end of that time, I was turning rather fancically

from Norway's text to Clarks and back again to Norway's navigation.

The only question in my mind was, which one bought over the wall?

Finally, the boat was ready to cannon me into the Santa Barbara.

I'd made myself a sprint with my sword and white bridges and buckle shoes.

My bundle of journals under my arm.

My certificates were sobriety and good conduct in my pocket.

Grace had only one last word of advice.

Your hat.

I couldn't get the dent out of it.

What?

I'll take it off as soon as you can and keep it under your arm.

Maybe they won't see you come up the ship side.

When I got aboard the Santa Barbara, I was directed off to a portside cabin.

And when I entered that cabin, my heart sank down to those buckle shoes.

For there was a whole cabin full of other midshipmen.

All of them dressed like myself, all of them ready to take that examination.

One of them spoke to me.

Welcome to the black hole of Calcutta.

Oh, for the love of...how many are there here, anyhow?

You are the 40th.

40th?

How many will they pass, do you think?

Five, sir.

I doubt it.

Do you know who's examining us?

Dread not fussed up a while.

He's at the tail, Twister's at the other one's one.

And Captain Harvey of the Dockyard, I don't know him.

You wouldn't want him.

Who's the third?

I don't like to tell you.

I don't like to.

Have you told me then?

But you might as well come on.

Black, Charlie, hammer.

Oh, he's almost as better straight on fosters, isn't he?

Yes.

He pouts through here, looking as if he'd lost a guinea and bound six times.

Huh?

Well, we may as well sit here and wait out there.

But not as good as it was yours.

We waited.

The first man came back from his agglomination.

But he had failed.

And informed us that they began by asking him to define a rumb line.

39 midshipmen had their text books open on the instant.

We read about rumb lines.

Candidates departed and candidates returned.

Most gloomy.

Some smiling.

The afternoon wore on.

Twilight came. Night came.

And finally, my new friend left.

And ten minutes later, he was back.

He had failed.

It was my turn now.

I striked in my neck cloth, and sawed through it that my sword hung directly on my side.

And an agony of nervousness I had.

I went into the examining room to stand before the three grim faces across the table.

Well, sir, report yourself.

We have no time to waste.

Honler, sir.

Horatio Honler.

Midshipman.

I mean, acting with them at the HMS Interfactical, sir.

Your certificate please.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Honler, sir.

You're on a close hold on the port, sir.

I'm beating up the channel.

I've noticed the wind blowing hard.

With overbearing north two miles.

Is that clear?

Yes.

Yes, sir.

Now the wind is four points and takes you flat it back.

What do you do, sir?

What do you do?

No.

No rumb lines?

What's that?

Nothing.

What do you do?

Quickly.

Well, I...

I by no use is mastered.

It is mastered with a divert twist under your measure.

Your interior trouble, Mr. Honlun.

What, sir?

I think that...

It was difficult for a point, sir, because...

If it were...

That's confiled.

There.

Can.

Come on.

Let's get back to our ships.

I'm ceremoniously.

They rushed out of the cabin, sweeping aside the center of the door.

I followed them.

And with the three captains I arrived in the waste, just in time to see a rocket.

Soar up into the night sky.

Face the charred and big stars.

Right.

It's a general law.

Fireships.

Firefield.

Up through the roof.

Oh, my gang.

Huh?

You don't expect to find a king.

Now do your heaven.

All our ships in the harbor beat to quarters.

Of course, half a mile of dark water, a yellow life crew.

Ships wrapped in prey.

A line of fireships was running before the wind, straight into our crowded anchorage.

Let one of those blazing houses make contact with one of our vessels.

And instantaneously the fire will be transmitted to the dry painted timber

to the tarred cottage of the infranable sails.

To manly and highly combustible ships filled with explosives, fire is the deadest

most dreaded battle of the sea.

Unless it was the battle we won't face now.

Use over there.

Use over.

Come on outside.

Come on outside and find you.

Come on outside or I'll find you.

Sit down.

Let me bring you to get over the spot.

There's a way to bring you Captain Foster.

I mean, you're our gentlemen.

You'll do this flood of air when it takes us.

I follow ships, instant waves.

Come on, Captain.

The three captains ran to the missing trains and flung themselves down into the boat.

I was right at their heels.

It was my bound and duty to get back to my ship as soon as possible.

But then I knew there was no chance of a junior officer finding a boat to take him back.

Perhaps after the captains reached their ships, if they reached them, I could do the same, perhaps.

I threw myself in as they pushed off, nearly knocking the breath out of Captain Harvey.

Answer this, sir.

I didn't mean that the ships were knocking to you, sir.

Well, you're mad.

Where are you going?

Well, I...

I should go to the end of the fascist war, sir.

After you're all convinced your ships, of course.

Hmm.

Well, all's been grown, can't you?

This is no train to sit there giving four waves.

Where, too?

I'm not in a navy.

I'm a British civilian.

Full for my ship.

But with no.

No, no.

Look here, Captain Potter.

I'm the senior.

Full for the colic cell.

And if one sucked the colic, it will smear them.

I'm sorry, the woman.

We...

We must get started.

Colic, sorry, it is.

But who, Lord, but who?

I have the pillar.

The day when earlier, I had faced the captain's board

for my examination for lieutenant,

ended with me in a boat in Gibraltar Hopper

in the middle of a dangerous action.

And my companions were a reluctant Dawesman

and for three captains of the captain's board,

their tempers had not markedly improved.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

My ship's ending.

I suppose you don't think that mine is too foster.

What says?

Look, there's one of the fire ships now, sir.

Well, but just after the sir over there,

she's three-year-old.

She's across Santa Barbara's cable.

She's been your rammed at Santa Barbara.

And when the hell fall on board?

Ah, sir.

The old Santa Barbara has two thousand prisoners,

batten down below the deck, hasn't she?

That fire ship will be alongside her any minute.

Sir, with a man at the wheel of the fire ship,

she...

She could be a steered captain.

What don't you think, sir?

We ought to do it.

Put the artillery over Captain Harvey.

Over it is our poll.

Your war's button.

He said poll.

I...

I don't want to...

Watch that you see.

If I pull alongside that fire ship,

we'll all go up in smoke.

Your sword, haven't?

Here.

Now you're the war'smen.

You'll see the sword.

My poll.

My poll.

My poll.

My poll.

Yes, sir.

Yes.

Lay us under a counter.

I'll jump for it.

Let me go, Captain Foster.

I'll handle it.

And it will be, if you like, on the earth.

It's just a plain lead to us.

Our boats swung under the stern of the fire ship.

She was before the wind began now,

and just gathering away,

just heading down upon the center of Barbara.

I stood up on the fort and jumped.

My hands got something,

and with a kick and a struggle,

I'd dragged myself up onto the empty deck.

Captain Foster followed her.

With a brick before the wind,

the flames were blown forward.

By dark where we were,

the heat was terrifying.

I ran forward to the wheel.

There was last with a loop of line,

and as I cast this off and seized the spokes,

I could fuel a lather below me,

bite into the water.

We're going to collide with the sector, Barbara.

Hard over.

Hard over it, sir.

The overframes coming this way.

Let's hold onto that wheel.

I've got it, sir.

Oh, don't leave.

Right.

It's turning, sir.

Keep her over.

We might screw her around.

We're going to pass the center of our race.

Oh, we're going to pass her.

We did it, sir.

This is it.

I don't want to leave.

But hold that course, man.

Hold.

Stop it, boy.

Stop it, boy.

Did you see that?

We'll lay her around over the shore,

but then you'll feel good.

All right.

Here.

Here's the compass on the portfolio.

Keep her through.

Could be, sir.

All right.

Yes.

Oh, sir.

Sir, something's happened.

What is it, man?

What is it?

Tell her ropes must have burned away.

Who used?

I can't stand her.

All right.

To the tapwheel.

The water closed over me, and I felt panic

as I struggled back to the surface.

It was cold.

I could see nothing in the darkness

with my eyes still dazzled by the roaring flames.

Somebody splashed beside me.

Oh.

Hold on.

I see.

I...

They were...

They were falling asleep in the boat.

They have to take us off.

I hope they...

I hope they get to us.

Can...

Can you swim?

No, no, no.

Nothing, wasn't it?

I can't.

Why that?

Oh, holy!

Oh, holy!

Oh, holy!

Oh, holy!

Oh, holy!

Oh, holy!

Oh, holy!

Oh, holy!

Oh, holy!

Oh, holy!

Oh, holy!

Oh, holy!

Oh, holy!

They'll back with a splutter.

Almost choking with water.

They will both go in week and a half.

I wondered if he felt the same despair that I felt.

And I...

I suppose he did.

For even captains of much seniority,

and the mortal men are through.

How long we struggled side by side in the water

until he spoke to me again.

I...

I don't know.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, holy!

Oh, holy!

The boat!

Oh, holy!

Oh, holy!

Oh, holy!

Oh, holy!

Oh, holy!

Oh, holy!

Oh, holy!

Oh, holy!

Oh!

Oh!

Holy!

Holy!

Oh, holy!

Oh!

They...

They're hit with a squanych!

You're working 아니!

Stay back!

No, I cannot.

You're working so.

Yes.

Here it is.

Hang it on to the sides.

Go ahead, sir.

爪嘛, you.

Can you bail out there?

Would you be out?

Let's shoot a...

Oh!

Good!

Good!

Now, walk out my own friend!

I felt hands on my arms and the water fell away from me like a weight.

They lifted me and dragged me over the surf.

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Oh no, I think so. Yes, not there. Maybe they are going to land on the neutral ground to make

for the Spanish borders. That's the best chance. That's a dark knife.

There are two other ships burning themselves out there over there, sir.

There were three fire ships came in, in all I think.

Oh, that was my car, sir, three.

Well, that means that none of them did any damage. Good.

But a bold endeavor. Who are over the pitted bad dogs with making such an attempt?

Well, they've learned about fire ships from us, perhaps.

Well, we may have missed the opinion that didn't tell the steal, eh?

Well, is this possible, sir?

Well, I suppose it is.

Well, let's lean back home, if we're to be prisoners,

let's at least try to make ourselves comfortable.

Captain Voster was a cool enough customer,

quoting poetry and discussing the naval situation while being carried off into captivity.

I tried to emulate it, leaning back. I'm concerned against the sight of the boatman.

I would not have wanted Jet North Voster to realize that I was shivering from something

other than the field. I wondered what hardships a prisoner of the Spaniards might have to undergo.

And suddenly there was a voice, an English voice from across the water.

Oh, the holly!

There's a man built, sir, for all of British guarders, about time.

Oh, the holly!

No, I think I don't. Continue, now, now. Continue, now, now.

Hey!

Holly!

I'm an holly, a holly!

Put some bien, till you have the autumn attire.

Oh.

Until you, you yell.

Eh, we best be quiet, on glass.

The field finishes if we're not.

Oh, the holly!

We are your goods for our family, dear.

Continue on now, in our stock growing, for our railing.

Continue on now, in our earners and farmers.

On now, on the, on the, on the, on the!

Oh!

Oh, god!

Oh, the bloody soldier!

On the, on the, on the, on the, on the, on the, on the, on the, on the, on the, on the, on the, on the.

Oh, you!

I'll tell you to.

No, I'll sue you.

That's not it.

No, sir, anything much.

Parallel, l'll do it.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, sir.

I'll end there.

There's better.

Sit down there in that boat.

Stop the war.

Give me a hand, Captain Foster.

Jump in here.

Jump it is.

Now you, Mr. Mitchipun.

Thank you, sir.

Are you all right, you two?

Why not?

I'm all right, sir.

Keep your gun.

Train on those tankers, Hammond.

I'll get into that boat.

Then I'll keep a gun.

I'll make them follow.

Go ahead, all them.

All right.

Pull away.

I'll call you in the fingers.

Pull us.

Hey, don't you say, Foster.

And you, too, of course, Mr. Hornblanc.

No thanks to you.

However, I might add to Captain Hammond.

Now, for your passion, here at the centre of Barbara,

a puff of wind took you on so fast,

we couldn't give up with you.

Most interesting, Captain Hammond.

It calls for Spaniard to save us from drowning.

I thought I could rely on two brother captains.

May I ask what your imprisons are?

I make no implications.

Brothers may read implications.

It was simple, statement of fact.

I consider that an offensive remark.

I congratulate you on your perspicuousness, sir.

A parently I shall have to send a friend to wait on you, sir.

He will be welcome.

I said amazed.

Listening to the two British captains,

planning to duel with each other on top of everything that happened.

They didn't speak to each other again.

And Foster came after and sat beside me.

For some time, we drifted along in silence.

And my thoughts went to my interrupted examination for Lieutenant.

I had a wild hope.

I had, after all, it seemed to me,

behaved rather well that night.

And Captain Foster was certainly in a position to know it.

I had, as I say, a wild hope.

Finally, Foster spoke to me.

Homegirl.

Hi, Arthur.

I shall have much to do before morning.

You, sir, Mr. Homegirl, will carry out my orders.

Hi, Arthur.

These prisoners.

I want you to find someone who can speak their ringo

and have it explained to them that I shall send them back to Cartagena

under Cartel.

Tweet without exchange.

They saved our lives, and that's the least we can do in return.

I think that, I think that's very just.

And you, my far-breathing friend,

may I offer you my thanks?

Thank you, sir.

You did well.

Did I live beyond tomorrow?

I shall see if the proper authorities are informed of your worthy action.

Well, thank you, sir.

And that's, sir.

Well, my examination for Lieutenant said, my certificate.

A very particular examining board will never be assembled.

Of course, you must wait your opportunity to go before another one.

But, sir, I...

Well, I thought possibly.

Well, but...

Forced I didn't view of all that's happening.

Well, here, yourself, sir, said that I did all right tonight, sir.

And I mean, now, lucky here, Mr. Homegirl,

the examination is a thing entirely separate from the events of this evening.

Yes, sir.

In the examination, best of my recollection,

you were flattered back about to lose your spouse

and will do the trips under your lead.

And one more minute you would have failed.

It was the Spanish attack that saved you, isn't that so?

I...

I suppose it is quite...

Right, sir.

Then be thankful for small mercies.

And even more thankful for big ones, Mr. Homegirl.

I ask.

I...

Well, I suppose you're right, sir, of course, sir.

Oh.

Well, I suppose it...

When I've acquired the viewpoint of a...

Well, I was at a true, maybe, man, more complete level.

Well, then, sir, I suppose I can fully realize

when I look back that...

Well, on the whole, I was...

Well, a very fortunate midshipman tonight, sir.

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