"With the wind at quarter astern, we won't catch them." "I don't need to catch them just get them in range of the long nines." "Hands, come about! Run out the guns! We are to fire on our own ship, sir?" "I'd rather see her at the bottom of the ocean than in the hands of a pirate."
"Captain. Sir. I am unhappy to report rumors, sir, among the crew, as to our destination." "Shut your trap and make way. [Groves doesn't move] That's the way of it, then?" "No disrespect, sir." "What do the men fear? Say it. Speak the words." "Whitecap Bay."
"Sir. The men—" "They be dead already." "They don't sound dead." "Oh, is that so? Well I hear nothing but...seagulls. Nesting. What is it that you hear, Mr. Groves?" "...Seagulls. Nesting. Nothing more."
"I hear nothing but...seagulls. Nesting. What is it you hear, Mister Groves? What is it our beloved King George Augustus, Duke of Luneburg, et cetera et cetera would hear?" "Seagulls. Nesting. Nothing more." "Could be pelicans."