We can't go on like this. I'm a trained captain, reduced to the status of a bum. Look at us! Nothing that reasonable officers of the navy demand as their rights. No stewards, no sweethearts, no silver dining service.
What happened to your prizes?
That's what I want to know. What happened to my prizes? What happened to my prize agent? Blackguard must have died.
November. It's a bad patch.
Rubbish. I haven't seen Nelson queuing up at the admiralty. Look at this. "Nelson Victorious Again." Why doesn't he retire?
There's something coming!
What is it?
A shell? Where's it coming from? Shoot it!
No, no, I don't wanna touch it!
You must. You must. It will explode and destroy us all. Use a pistol!
No, no, give me the gloves.
That's right. Put on the gloves. Do not attempt anything without the gloves.
Don't come, don't look. I'm dealing with it.
I think we've been at sea for too long. I feel unusual. I think we should go ashore.
- Chapter 4