- 1. Ow.
- 2. Should pale death with treble dread
make the ocean caves our bed,
- 3. God who hear'st the surges roll,
deign to save our suppliant soul.
- 4. To four weeks.
- 5. No, sir. Thank you.
- 6. It's bad luck to leave
a toast unfinished, lad.
- 7. Oh, meanin'... meanin' no disrespect.
- 8. Man what don't drink
best have his reasons.
- 9. Uh... Ain't it... I...
- 10. I... I understood
it's against regulations, sir...
- 11. Did you?
- 12. I did, sir. From, uh...
From them's manual.
- 13. Didn't picture you a readin' man.
- 14. Well, I ain't trying for trouble.
- 15. Then you'll do as I say.
- 16. That's in your book too.
- 17. To four weeks.
- 18. Aye. Aye. The cistern needs a-lookin' to.
- 19. One of your duties, lad.
Or didn't y'read yourself about it?
- 20. You'll clean the brass and the clockwork,
and you'll tidy up the quarters after.
- 21. And there's well more
to be mended outside.
- 22. D'you hear me, lad?
- 23. Yes, sir.
- 24. Aye, sir!
- 25. Aye, sir.
- 26. When the fog clears,
you'll work through the dog watch.
- 27. Doggin' it?
- 28. I was 'specting I'd get up
to see the lantern.
- 29. I tend the light.
- 30. Well, the rules is alternatin' shifts.
- 31. It's the mid-watch that's to dread, lad.
My watch, night to morning.
- 32. Some new junior man I'm fixed with.
- 33. See to your duties. The light is mine.
- 34. Son of a bitch!
- 35. Shingles.
- 36. Tend to 'em after the cistern.
- 37. And the lamp, she needs oil.
- 38. Aye, sir.
- 39. Go!
- 40. Move it.
- 41. You don't go in there!
- 42. - Oil, sir.
- Tired? Use this next time.
- 43. Save you a hell of a lot of trouble.
- 44. Catch your breath, lad.
- 45. I said, catch your breath, lad.
- 46. Then bring that drum back down
the ladder well where y'found it.
- 47. 'Less you're fixin'
to burn the whole light down.
- 48. Then see to the rest of your duties.
You're behindhand already.
- 49. - Aye, sir.
- You're too slow. You a dullard?
- 50. No, sir.
- 51. Fooled me.
- 52. Should pale death with treble dread
make the ocean caves our bed,
- 53. God who hear'st the surges roll,
deign to save the suppliant soul.
- 54. Still tastes o'the head?
- 55. Ah, find some chirk in ye, lad.
Now is the time for gab and chatter.
- 56. Y'best be enjoying it.
- 57. Come a fortnight,
and the brace of us'll be wantin'
- 58. to be ever silent as the tomb.
- 59. I ain't much for talkin'.
- 60. Reckon you're the first?
- 61. No, sir. I don't.
- 62. Y'ain't.
- 63. Y'ain't.
- 64. The Chicopee, a fine-un she were.
- 65. Clean-built and trig-lookin'.
- 66. None more fleet in '64 than she.
- 67. We were on the breaks.
- 68. A mutiny, it were.
- 69. And why, ask ye? Why?
- 70. What's the terrible part
of a sailor's life, ask ye, lad?
- 71. 'Tis when the work stops
when you're twixt wind and water.
- 72. Doldrums. Doldrums. Eviler than the Devil.
- 73. Boredom makes men to villains,
and the water goes quick, lad, vanished.
- 74. The only med'cine is drink.
- 75. Keeps them sailors happy,
keeps 'em agreeable,
- 76. keeps 'em calm, keeps 'em...
- 77. Stupid.
- 78. Curse me if there ain't an old tar spirit
somewheres in ye, lad.
- 79. Out with it, lad.
- 80. Uh...
- 81. What, uh...
What made your last keeper leave?
- 82. Him? Me second?
- 83. Mm-hmm.
- 84. Died.
- 85. Went mad, he did.
- 86. Ravin' about sirens, merfolk,
bad omens and the like.
- 87. In the end, weren't no more sense left
in him than an hen's tooth.
- 88. He believed that there was
some enchantment in the light.
- 89. He notioned that St. Elmo
had cast his very fire into it.
- 90. Salvation, said he.
- 91. Tall tales.
- 92. I seen ye sparrin' with a gull.
- 93. Best leave 'em be.
- 94. Bad luck to kill a seabird.
- 95. More tall tales.
- 96. Bad luck to kill a seabird!
- 97. Pay me no mind, lad.
- 98. None.
- 99. Fix us up some coffee.
- 100. Long night ahead.
- 101. Drop o'coffee will do us good.
- 102. You've been neglecting your duties, lad!
- 103. Don't deny it!
- 104. What do you call that?
- 105. - Sir?
- 106. I... I mopped and swept twice over, sir.
- 107. Ye lyin' dog.
- 108. - I swept 'em.
- 'Tis begrimed and bedabbled.
- 109. Unwiped, unwashed, and distained.
- 110. You get some kinda peart
outta molestin' me?
- 111. Come now?
- 112. I already says...
- 113. How dare ye contradict me, y'dog.
- 114. Now look here,
I ain't never intended to be no housewife
- 115. nor slave in takin' this job.
- 116. It ain't right.
- 117. These lodgings is more ramshackle
than any shanty boy's camp I ever seen.
- 118. The Queen of England's
own fancy housekeeper
- 119. couldn't even done no better
than what I done,
- 120. 'cause I tell you, I scrubbed
this here place twice over, sir...
- 121. And I say y'did nothin' o'the sort.
- 122. And I say y'swab it again,
and y'swab it proper-like this time,
- 123. and you'll be swabbin' it
ten times more after that.
- 124. And if I tells ye to pull up and apart
- 125. every floorboard and clapboard
of this here house
- 126. and scour 'em down with your bare,
bleedin' knuckles, you'll do it!
- 127. And if I tells ye to yank out
every single nail
- 128. from every molderin' nail-hole
and suck off every speck of rust
- 129. till all them nails sparkle
like a sperm whale's pecker,
- 130. and then carpenter the whole light station
back together from scrap,
- 131. and then do it all over again,
you'll do it!
- 132. And by God and by golly,
- 133. you'll do it smilin', lad,
'cause you'll like it.
- 134. You'll like it 'cause I says you will!
- 135. Contradict me again,
and I'll dock your wages.
- 136. D'ye hear me, lad?
- 137. Aye, sir.
- 138. Ah.
- 139. Swab, dog. Swab!
- 140. Keep 'em steady, lad!
- 141. Aye, sir.
- 142. Whitewash must be even, lad.
- 143. Like a silver whorehouse token.
Give them sailors a proper daymark.
- 144. They're not going to see it
in a goddamn storm!
- 145. Keep your temper now, lad.
- 146. 'Tis fine work. And you're makin'
high marks in me logbook.
- 147. Them's gospel.
- 148. I'll drop y'down a few feet.
- 149. Easy!
- 150. Never been in better hands.
- 151. Easy!
- 152. Quit your flailing, lad.
- 153. - I ain't!
- 154. - Keep still!
- I am!
- 155. Git! Git! Git! Git!
- 156. Thank ye, lad.
- 157. Winslow.
- 158. Ephraim Winslow.
- 159. These last two weeks, I'd...
- 160. I'd like it if you'd call me by my name.
- 161. Listen to ye,
- 162. giving orders, lad.
- 163. - Winslow.
- All right, all right.
- 164. Suits me just as fine, Ephraim Winslow.
- 165. So, what brung such a one as ye
to this damned rock?
- 166. Such as what?
- 167. Pretty as a picture.
- 168. Only joshing, lad, only josh...
- 169. - Winslow.
- 170. What brung ye...
- 171. to this rock, Ephraim Winslow?
- 172. What were your work afore?
- 173. - Timber.
- 174. Big timber. Up north. Canada ways.
- 175. - Hudson Bay outfit?
- The same.
- 176. True what they say?
"Forest as far as the eye can see"?
- 177. Yes, sir. Spruce, tamarack, white pine.
- 178. "Bush," them folk up there call it.
- 179. Had enough of trees, that it, then?
- 180. Yes, sir.
- 181. Can't say I blame ye.
- 182. I hearn tell about that life. Hard goin'.
- 183. Work one man harder
than two horses, they say.
- 184. No, thankee.
- 185. The sea, she's the only situation
wantin' for me.
- 186. Miss it?
- 187. Ain't nothing what can touch it.
- 188. But I can't...
- 189. be draggin' me old stump about.
- 190. Nay. Not worth the trouble.
- 191. Now I'm a wickie and a wickie I is.
- 192. And I'm damn-well wedded
to this here light,
- 193. and she's been a finer,
truer, quieter wife
- 194. than any alive-blooded woman.
- 195. You ever married?
- 196. Thirteen Christmases at sea...
- 197. little 'uns at home.
- 198. She never forgave it.
- 199. 'Tis for the better.
- 200. Since we're getting too friendly,
- 201. tell me, what's a timber man
want with being a wickie?
- 202. Not enough quiet for ye up north?
- 203. Sawdust itching your nethers?
- 204. Foreman found ye too high-tempered
for carrying an ax?
- 205. Like you said,
I just had enough of trees, I guess.
- 206. Since I left Dad,
- 207. I done every kind of work
that can pay a man.
- 208. Some I ain't near proud of.
- 209. Drifter, eh?
- 210. No, just...
- 211. Can't find a post
I can take a real shine to,
- 212. so I keep movin' along.
- 213. And I ain't the kind to look back
at what's behind him, see.
- 214. On the run?
- 215. Now look here, ain't nothin' wrong
with a man startin' fresh, startin' new,
- 216. just lookin' to earn a living.
- 217. No.
- 218. Just like any man,
- 219. just wanna settle down
quiet-like with some earnings.
- 220. I read someplace
that a man could earn 630 or...
- 221. I read $1,000 a year
- 222. if he tends a light far off shore.
- 223. The further away, the more he earns.
- 224. I read that, and hell, I says, work.
- 225. Save my earnings.
- 226. Sometime soon I'll raise my own roof,
- 227. somewheres up country,
with no one to tell me what for.
- 228. And that's all.
- 229. Same old borin' story, eh?
- 230. Well, you asked.
- 231. Say, why is it bad luck to kill a gull?
- 232. In 'em's the souls of sailors
what met their maker.
- 233. You a prayin' man, Winslow?
- 234. Not as often as I might.
- 235. But I'm God-fearin',
if that's what you're askin'.
- 236. Shit.
- 237. Wind's changed.
- 238. Oh. Good riddance.
- 239. Oh, don't be so darn foolish.
It's the calm afore the storm, Winslow.
- 240. She were a gentle westerly wind
- 241. Only feels roughly 'cause you don't know
nothin' about nothin',
- 242. and there ain't no trees on this here rock
like your Hudson Bay bush.
- 243. Nor'Easterly wind'll come soon
- 244. a-blowin' like Gabriel's horn.
- 245. Best board up them signal house winders.
- 246. - Aye, sir.
- 'Twill keep steady
- 247. afore the tender comes in the morn,
- 248. but there's dirty weather knockin' about.
- 249. Somethin' stirring in ye?
- 250. You're gettin' off this rock tomorry,
- 251. Don't start grudgen me now.
- 252. No, sir.
- 253. Keeping secrets, are ye?
- 254. I could just use a hand
with them boards, is all.
- 255. Pull, Winslow!
- 256. Look at 'em.
- 257. Better than fin fishin'.
- 258. Ain't no crime to take a snort now.
A clear night, and our last afore relief.
- 259. I ain't never known an inspector
what wouldn't turn a blind eye.
- 260. And I won't take no for an answer.
- 261. Should pale death and treble dread...
- 262. Ah, hell. To... to relief.
- 263. And how.
- 264. Oh!
- 265. and a pretty lass, she were,
takin' off her bonnet,
- 266. but as I says, I'd broke me leg,
and banged meself all up.
- 267. It was to a nuns' hospital.
- 268. All of them nuns
were Catholics, I tell ye.
- 269. But I never went to Salem since
without hoping that I should see her,
- 270. for beddin' down weren't the same since.
- 271. You feel shame when you lie with a woman?
- 272. I ain't 'shamed of nothing!
- 273. Well, I'll say it...
- 274. I might even miss ye, Ephraim Winslow.
- 275. You're fastly a true blue wickie
- 276. in the making, you is.
- 277. Thought one night you was bound to
split me skull in twain,
- 278. but you're a good-un.
- 279. Why, you'll be workin' the lamp
in no time.
- 280. Why haven't I?
- 281. What?
- 282. The light.
- 283. I'm the keeper of this station, lad.
- 284. Some other station, y'can tend the light.
- 285. The manual says...
- 286. - My log is the only book on this rock...
- Since I'm wickie...
- 287. I'm the keeper of the light, lad.
I never let no man touch her...
- 288. Don't concern yourself
with the beacon, lad!
- 289. Mine!
- 290. Have it your way.
- 291. Say, I never...
- 292. I don't... I don't know your name.
- 293. Wake.
- 294. Your Christian name.
- 295. Thomas.
- 296. - Thomas?
- Aye, Thomas Wake.
- 297. Call me Tom.
- 298. Well...
- 299. To my friend Tom.
- 300. And gettin' off this goddamn rock.
- 301. What are y'splittin' your lungs fer?
- 302. You smell o' shit.
- 303. Best swab this mess
afore the tender comes.
- 304. Do as you're told, lad.
The quarters are dire.
- 305. Aye... Aye, sir. Aye.
- 306. They didn't come.
- 307. The damp's got to the provisions!
- 308. What?
- 309. The damp's got to the provisions!
- 310. The damp's got to the foodstuffs.
The salt cod is out.
- 311. - Out?
- Blasted. Gone to rot.
- 312. - Praised be.
- Will you hear me now?
- 313. - Hear what?
- That we best be rationing.
- 314. - Rationing?
- Insubordinate again?
- 315. It's only been one day.
- 316. Devil's tail.
- 317. Look, maybe the tender did come.
We just missed her, is all.
- 318. I can take the dory out.
- 319. Weeks, Winslow. Weeks.
- 320. What?
- 321. What do you mean, what?
- 322. - Weeks?
- Weeks. Aye, weeks.
- 323. We slept in. Dead drunk.
- 324. It's been weeks ago
since we missed her, Winslow.
- 325. And I've been askin' ye
to ration for weeks now, too,
- 326. but you've kept barking at me
like a mad dog
- 327. sayin' you can take the dory out.
- 328. - Now, look here...
- Oh, no. Don't be losing your head now.
- 329. - This ain't funny.
- No, it ain't.
- 330. And I ain't want to be stranded here
with some damn lunatic.
- 331. Stranded?
- 332. That's what I said.
- 333. Why, I thought... I thought you said
relief was coming.
- 334. If we can wait out the storm.
- 335. The tender is coming.
- 336. In '75, Ol' Striker were marooned here
for seven long months, he was.
- 337. The storm died on the mainland,
but here, the waters were too rageful
- 338. neither to launch nor land.
- 339. You're just tryin' to scare me.
- 340. Look at ye. Pretendin'.
- 341. But ye well know your lot.
- 342. Dig!
- 343. Dig, says I!
- 344. Dig!
- 345. Dig!
- 346. There she lies.
- 347. Rations.
- 348. The worst of us
couldn't fend 'gainst the ship rats
- 349. what gnawed on the soles of our feet.
- 350. Their legs withered
and turned gangree'nous,
- 351. every shade of the peacock's tail.
- 352. Their gums grew swollen,
the color of bone, then to rot.
- 353. Tarry blood oozed,
- 354. teeth droppin' to the deck
with none to hold on to.
- 355. "Land ho!" hears I,
- 356. but only grass on that island.
So we et upon the grass.
- 357. And 'twas that scurvy
what left me locked ever since.
- 358. I thought you said you'd broke it.
- 359. Aye?
- 360. Your leg.
- 361. Catholic nuns and such like.
- 362. You must've misheard.
- 363. - I told that dumb bastard...
- Yep. Them eaves be gonners.
- 364. "Give me your cant hook," I says to him.
- 365. But... Foreman Winslow,
- 366. that goddamned Canady bastard...
- 367. - Winslow?
- ... always callin' me a dog.
- 368. A filthy dog.
- 369. - I'll show you who's a dog.
- 370. - What of him?
- Who, Winslow?
- 371. The eaves be fallin'...
- 372. - He's always raggin' on me.
- 373. Like you. Damn fool nonsense.
- 374. That's the trouble with ye, Winslow.
- 375. Trouble with you is eatin' grass
without no teeth.
- 376. Come now?
- 377. Your sea matey's teeth had fallen out.
- 378. What are ye gettin' at, Winslow?
- 379. Ah. Well, it just seems powerful hard
- 380. to eat grass with no teeth.
- 381. 'Cause goats and sheeps and cows,
- 382. well, now, they all got teeth, don't they?
- 383. Y'know how y'eat grass without your teeth?
- 384. Oblige me.
- 385. Ye rip it out and ye swallow it.
- 386. "You rip it out and you swallow it."
- 387. - Ye rip it out...
- I don't know 'bout that.
- 388. Y'don't?
- 389. I don't.
- 390. What?
- 391. What?
- 392. What?
- 393. What?
- 394. What?
- 395. - What?
- 396. What?
- 397. - That's what I mean!
- 398. That's the trouble with you.
- 399. That's the trouble with ye!
- 400. - With you!
- With ye!
- 401. No! No!
- 402. I want a steak!
- 403. I want a goddamned steak!
- 404. I...
- 405. If I had a steak... Oh, boy.
- 406. A... A rare, a bloody steak.
- 407. If I... If I had a steak,
- 408. I would fuck it.
- 409. You don't like me cookin'?
- 410. Ugh, don't be such an old bitch!
- 411. You're drunk!
You don't know what you're talkin'.
- 412. How could I possibly like
the horseshit you fix us for supper?
- 413. You're drunk,
or ye wouldn't be saying that!
- 414. Them tin kitchen shanty cooks
gave us fried doughnuts three times a day
- 415. - and country ham bigger than your fist.
- You're drunk! You're drunk! You're drunk!
- 416. - I'm drunk? I...
- You heard me!
- 417. - You've been drunk...
- Damn ye!
- 418. Drunk since I first laid eyes on you.
- 419. You're fond of me lobster, ain't ye?
- 420. You're drunker than a Virginy fence.
- 421. I seen it. You're fond of me lobster.
- 422. Say it.
- 423. Say it.
- 424. Say it!
- 425. I don't have to say nothin'.
- 426. Damn ye!
- 427. Let Neptune strike ye dead, Winslow!
- 428. Hark!
- 429. Hark, Triton, Hark!
- 430. Bellow, bid our father, the sea king,
- 431. rise from the depths,
full foul in his fury,
- 432. black waves teeming with salt-foam,
- 433. to smother this young mouth
with pungent slime,
- 434. to choke ye, engorging your organs
till ye turn blue and bloated
- 435. with bilge and brine
and can scream no more.
- 436. Only when he, crowned in cockle shells
- 437. with slithering tentacled tail
and steaming beard,
- 438. take up his fell, be-finned arm,
- 439. his coral-tined trident screeches,
- 440. banshee-like in the tempest,
- 441. and plunges right through your gullet,
- 442. bursting ye, a bulging bladder no more,
- 443. but a blasted bloody film now,
- 444. a nothing for the harpies
and the souls of dead sailors
- 445. to peck and claw and feed upon,
- 446. only to be lapped up and swallowed
by the infinite waters
- 447. of the dread emperor himself,
- 448. forgotten to any man,
- 449. to any time,
- 450. forgotten to any god or devil,
forgotten even to the sea,
- 451. for any stuff or part of Winslow,
even any scantling of your soul,
- 452. is Winslow no more,
- 453. but is now itself the sea.
- 454. All right. Have it your way.
- 455. I like your cooking.
- 456. Son of a bitch.
- 457. Queer way to wear your shoes.
- 458. Just didn't wanna wake you, is all.
- 459. It's a long night.
- 460. And such.
- 461. Hmm. The sun is over the yardarm.
- 462. Best find some winks
afore the day draws farther on.
- 463. Get back to your duties
or I'll give you a real keelhauling.
- 464. You ain't even human no more.
- 465. Workin' apart from folks so long.
- 466. You're only tolerable when you're drunk.
- 467. Get to work, says I.
- 468. To work!
- 469. Dance! Dance, Winslow! Dance!
- 470. Aye.
- 471. Get off me! Get off me!
- 472. - Thomas.
- 473. - It's Thomas.
- 474. No, I'm Thomas.
- 475. I'm Thomas. You're Ephraim.
- 476. I lied.
- 477. Well, I'll be scuppered.
- 478. I'm Thomas. Tommy.
- 479. Tommy? Tommy Winslow.
- 480. No. Tom Howard.
- 481. What's Winslow?
- 482. - It's nothing.
- 483. Can I trust you?
- 484. Don't be spilling any of your beans to me.
- 485. I ain't interested.
- 486. No. It wasn't that way, is all...
- 487. I see what you're fixin' to do.
You get me all liquored up...
- 488. Your guilty conscience
is ever as tiresome-borin'
- 489. as any a guilty conscience.
- 490. - Who...
- Worse. Worse.
- 491. It was... it was a drive, see.
- 492. It was a log drive,
and he... he's raggin' on me.
- 493. No, I see what you're doing.
- 494. Nothing.
- 495. Look, Tom, don't be working
to twist words out of my head.
- 496. I ain't.
- 497. Um, I can't... I can't do it. I can't...
- 498. Shut up your own rag box.
- 499. I trust... I trust... I trust you.
- 500. No.
- 501. I... I trust you, Tom.
- 502. You trust me?
- 503. No, I don't trust you at all.
- 504. And I had 'im handy and helpless.
- 505. Alone.
- 506. Too far downstream.
- 507. And I... I wanted to do 'im in.
I admit I did.
- 508. Seein' the back of his head.
- 509. One swipe of the cant hook'd be all.
- 510. Uh... It was...
- 511. I... I didn't...
- 512. I didn't... I did not.
- 513. The day was long as hell on that drive.
- 514. I was lead-tired. I admit it.
- 515. But I saw him slippin', not me.
- 516. We saw the jam comin'.
- 517. I stood and he slipped.
- 518. He shouted up.
And I... I just stood there.
- 519. "Tom, you dog!"
- 520. I just stood there, is all. Just...
- 521. Just stood and watched 'im
get swallowed by them logs.
- 522. And all I could think
when he was done was,
- 523. "I... I could use me a smoke."
- 524. That's it.
- 525. So, I packed up his kit and fixin's,
as if they was my own and...
- 526. Ephraim Winslow, well, now,
he got a spiffy clean slate.
- 527. And Thomas Howard, well, he don't.
- 528. No prospects.
- 529. How else am I gonna find respectable work?
- 530. Tom!
- 531. Tom!
- 532. Why'd y'spill your beans, Tommy?
- 533. Why'd y'spill your beans?
- 534. Why'd y'spill your beans?
- 535. Don't leave me!
- 536. You crazy son of a bitch!
You smashed up the lifeboat!
- 537. You're abandoning your post!
- 538. What're you gonna do?
Send for the lighthouse establishment?
- 539. Certain, says I. I'll report ye,
I'll bring the inspector up.
- 540. I'll report you! I know what you done.
- 541. Who's reportin' who?
Ephraim Winslow? Or Thomas Howard?
- 542. I know what you done.
- 543. You killed your second.
- 544. Your one-eyed junior man.
- 545. I found him. In the lobster pot.
- 546. Said he went mad?
- 547. You made him mad with that charm!
- 548. That scrimshaw trinket.
- 549. But I broke it, see. See?
- 550. Now I'm free. I'm free from your designs!
- 551. And I got it all figured out,
- 552. 'cept what's the secret mischief
your keepin' up there!
- 553. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, Tommy.
- 554. Last night you made a confession
'twould make a saint swear.
- 555. I don't have nothin' to confess,
- 556. but you, spillin' your beans,
look what it's done to ye.
- 557. It's made ye mad.
- 558. And I knew ye was mad
when y'smashed up that lifeboat just now,
- 559. a-chasing me with an ax,
tryin' to kill Ol' Tom.
- 560. Don't ye trust me, Tommy?
- 561. Better hand me
the dinner knife ye pocketed.
- 562. Y'ain't safe with it.
- 563. That's a good lad.
- 564. Them's government property.
- 565. Deducted from your pay.
- 566. Look at your shiverin'.
- 567. You're so mad, y'know not up from down.
- 568. How long have we been on this rock?
- 569. Five weeks?
- 570. Two days?
- 571. Where are we?
- 572. Help me to recollect,
who are you again, Tommy?
- 573. I'm probably
a figment of your imagination.
- 574. This rock is a figment
of your imagination too.
- 575. You're probably wand'rin' through a grove
of tag alders up north in Canady,
- 576. like a frostbitten maniac,
talkin' to yourself,
- 577. knee-deep in snow.
- 578. I could use me a smoke.
- 579. We're outta drink.
- 580. Ooh!
- 581. Monkey pump!
- 582. This place is a sty.
- 583. Mornin' to you too.
- 584. I wish I could go for a walk.
- 585. Be my guest. You'll get drowned.
- 586. Fiery pit.
- 587. Ain't there no justice left in this world?
- 588. Thankee.
- 589. What's wrong with your hand?
- 590. The other one.
- 591. Ye hear o' tetanus?
- 592. - Tet-a-nus?
- Hmm. Yeah.
- 593. It started as a sliver of a cut, is all...
- 594. I said I heard of it.
- 595. from the forestaysail
when we shoved off...
- 596. - Don't you ever shut up?
- ... but come a fortnight,
- 597. - the bosun was a-shakin'.
- 598. His jaw locked tighter than an anchor...
- 599. Shut your gum, goddamn it!
I can't hear no more!
- 600. What were it ye accused me of?
- 601. Y'already told me y'had me figgerd.
- 602. I'm tired of your damned-fool yarns
and your Cap'n Ahab horseshit.
- 603. You sound like a goddamned parody.
- 604. Givin' and nagging orders
like a spinster schoolmarm,
- 605. and all the while turning this station
- 606. - to the Devil's own rum hole.
- You're makin' a fool of yourself.
- 607. Well, it's all horseshit...
- 608. your leg, and your sea life, all of it!
- 609. And if I hear one more word of horseshit
coming out of your foul, rotten-toothed,
- 610. - smelly old mouth...
- Ye... Damn ye...
- 611. Shut up your gum, goddamn it!
I ain't finished yet!
- 612. You think
you're so goddamned high and mighty
- 613. just 'cause
you're a goddamned lighthouse keeper?
- 614. Well, you ain't a captain of no ship
and you never was!
- 615. You ain't no general, you ain't no copper,
- 616. you ain't the president,
and you ain't my father!
- 617. And I'm sick of you actin' like you is!
- 618. I'm sick of your laughing, your snoring,
and your goddamned farts.
- 619. Your goddamned...
- 620. Goddamn your farts!
- 621. You smell like piss,
you smell like jism,
- 622. like rotten dick, like curdled foreskin,
- 623. like hot onions fucked
a farmyard shit house.
- 624. And I'm sick of your smell.
I'm sick of it!
- 625. I'm sick of it, you goddamned drunk.
- 626. You goddamned no-account,
- 627. That's what you are!
- 628. You're a goddamned drunken,
horse-shitting, short, shit liar.
- 629. A liar!
- 630. Ye have a way with words, Tommy.
- 631. Damn you!
- 632. You're relieved of your duties.
- 633. No need to tell me, old-timer.
- 634. "Assistant slept late."
- 635. "Work below standard."
- 636. "Attitude hostile."
- 637. "Assistant missing."
- 638. "Given to habitual self-abuse
in the supply shed."
- 639. "Drunk on duty!"
- 640. "Assault!"
- 641. "Theft!"
- 642. "Recommend severance without pay."
- 643. Severance without pay?
- 644. Are you trying to ruin me?
- 645. I'm a hard worker.
- 646. I am. I work as hard as any man.
- 647. - Ye lie, Thomas.
- Stop it!
- 648. Ye lie to yourself,
but y'ain't have the sauce to see it.
- 649. Please...
- 650. Just let me into the light, old man.
- 651. I've learned so much from you.
Just let me show you. Another chance.
- 652. Forgive and forget, I says.
- 653. Just let me into that lantern, is all.
- 654. Don't make me beg... or I'll beg.
- 655. I'll beg if that's what you want.
- 656. Please.
- 657. Please. Please! Please!
- 658. Stand down.
- 659. You selfish bastard!
Keepin' it all to yourself.
- 660. You left your old lady,
your children, for what? For what?
- 661. Look at ye, handsome lad,
with eyes bright as a lady.
- 662. Come to this rock playin' the tough.
- 663. Ye make me laugh with your false grum.
- 664. Ye pretended to some mystery
in your quietudes,
- 665. but there ain't no mystery.
- 666. You're an open book. A picture, says I.
- 667. A painted actress
screaming in the footlights,
- 668. a bitch what wants to be coveted
for nothin' but being born,
- 669. cryin' 'bout the silver spoon
what should've been yours.
- 670. Now look at ye cryin'.
- 671. Boo. Boo.
- 672. What you gonna do?
- 673. Will ye kill me? Will ye?
- 674. Will y'kill me like y'done that gull?
- 675. - I didn't...
- Liar! Y'murdering dog!
- 676. 'Twas ye what changed the wind on us.
'Twas ye what damned us, dog. 'Twas ye!
- 677. Will y'do what y'wish
y'done to Ol' Winslow?
- 678. Will ye best me then?
For Winslow were right.
- 679. Thomas, you're a dog. A filthy dog! A dog!
- 680. Git down!
- 681. Let go of me!
- 682. You're killing me!
- 683. Bark.
- 684. Bark, boy.
- 685. Bark, laddie.
- 686. Bark.
- 687. Woof.
- 688. Ain't ye never been to sea before?
- 689. Bark, I says. Bark!
- 690. Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!
- 691. Bark, laddie!
- 692. Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!
- 693. - Now, there's a good boy.
- 694. - There's a good dog.
- Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!
- 695. Ruff!
- 696. Now roll over.
- 697. Come on.
- 698. Come on.
- 699. Git!
- 700. Come on.
- 701. Get up here.
- 702. Good boy. Good boy.
- 703. Now you get in there, where you belong.
- 704. You do as I say, dog.
- 705. There's my good lad.
- 706. Ye wish to see
what's in the lantern?
- 707. So did me last assistant.
- 708. Shut up, old dog!
- 709. Polish your brasswork.
- 710. O what Protean forms swim up
from men's minds,
- 711. and melt in hot Promethean plunder,
- 712. scorching eyes,
with divine shames and horror...
- 713. And casting them down to Davy Jones.
- 714. The others, still blind,
- 715. yet in it see
- 716. all the divine graces
- 717. and to Fiddler's Green sent,
- 718. where no man is suffered to want or toil,
- 719. ancient...
- 720. mutable and unchanging...
- 721. as the she who girdles 'round the globe.
- 722. Them's truth.
- 723. You'll be punished.
- 724. The light belongs to me!
- 725. Should pale death with treble dread
make the ocean caves our bed,
- 726. God who hear'st the surges roll,
deign to save the suppliant soul.