- Jacob,
- First one to tap out makes dinner.
- That's fine by me.
- Isn't that your phone?
- Ignore it, it's been going off all day.
- Who is it?
- Leave it Charlie.
- It's just Michael.
- It's been years.
- Yeah, four years.
- What do you think he wants?
- When we broke up he rang me every single day.
Like, there was always some excuse.
Like I still had one of his T-shirts or you know, something.
- He's bound to have moved on by now.
How long were you two together?
- Like a year and a half.
Last year of my PhD
and the first six months of the real world.
To be honest, it was the six months that did it.
- What?
- Broke us up.
- That's a very disassociative thing to say.
Like you had nothing to do with it.
- Don't do that, don't start
psychoanalyzing me.
- Well, people say things like that
to disassociate themselves from
things they feel guilty about.
- I do not feel guilty.
- You dumped him, didn't you?
- The relationship reached its natural conclusion.
We weren't right for each other.
- He obviously didn't think so.
- He used to call me Ellie.
- Crime of the century.
- Well you know, I hate it.
Makes me sound like a cartoon elephant.
- I thought he was quite nice.
- Yeah, he was nice.
Of course he was nice.
He was too nice.
- This is a small town on the coast of nowhere Elena.
Not that many nice guys around.
Go east and there's nothing but farms.
Go west and there's nothing but sea.
- Plenty of fish in the sea.
- And yet here you are, stuck living with me
and I'm stuck living with you.
- So if he calls again, are you going to answer?
- Oh, can we just drop this please?
- A year and a half together.
You can't just ignore him.
What if he's in trouble or something.
- Michael's not in trouble.
If there's one thing
that man knows how to avoid, it's trouble.
- Did you love him?
- Can I ask you a question?
- Yes.
- Did you take up psychology just so
you could stick your nose into other people's business?
- Yes, absolutely.
- At least you're honest.
- So, did you love him?
- We lived together for a year.
- That's not what I asked.
- Sometimes things just don't work out.
He was the settling down type and I wasn't,
the day after I got my PhD, I wanted to go scuba diving
shipwrecks in Barbados
and he wanted to get married and have kids.
- Did he actually propose?
- Yeah.
- With a ring and everything?
- In the restaurant in front of everybody.
And it was the most embarrassing moment in my entire life.
- I never knew that.
- Well, now you know everything.
So can we just drop it?
You didn't get me a glass.
- You were in charge of dinner.
- Not again.
- I'll get it.
- Don't you dare.
- Hello, Ellie's phone.
Hello Michael?
Yeah, she's here.
- Michael, hi, hi, how are you?
Yeah, yeah, no, sorry.
I was, I was in lectures and my phone was on silent.
Yeah, I'm, I'm actually teaching now, yeah.
Really?
Yeah, yeah, I'd love to if, if you're sure.
Yeah, I can meet you. Half an hour?
Okay.
Okay, see you then, bye.
- Well, that escalated quickly.
- I'm going to kill you on the mats this weekend.
- Sorry for the weather, thanks for coming down.
- Do you wanna get in?
- It's nice to see you, sorry.
It's nice to see you again.
- Yes, how are you?
- Fine, you?
- Yeah, fine.
Are you still working at that British waterways place?
- Oh, no, no, no.
I took a sideways promotion,
Maritime and Coast Guard Agency.
- Doesn't sound like you.
- Well, I, I don't go on the boats or anything.
It's just a desk job,
but occasionally I have to deal with things like this.
Amazing, isn't it?
A helicopter pilot spotted it a few days ago,
floundering a few miles out to see
he couldn't see anybody on it,
so he phoned it into the office
and we sent a tug to tow it in.
- What do you think it is?
- Well, that's what I wanted to ask you.
You're the expert on old boats.
Maritime Strategies and Technologies of the 17th Century.
- You remember the name of my dissertation?
- It's literally all you ever spoke about Ellie.
Basically it was pirate ships, right?
- Yeah.
- Well there you go.
The real thing, I mean,
that's gotta be from that period, hasn't it?
- You're not seriously suggesting
that's actually a, a mid 17th century pirate ship?
- Isn't it?
- I mean, if a ship like that was to survive
floating around for 500 years,
it would be a wreck at the bottom of the ocean by now.
You know, you know,
the timber would've disintegrated to nothing.
It does look old, but it can't be that old.
- You think it's a modern repro?
- It has to be.
- Well, that's the first thing we checked.
I mean, there's a Small Boats Register.
You literally can't go to sea unless you're on it.
But that thing isn't registered, anywhere.
It doesn't exist.
- Wooden boats don't survive for hundreds
of years out at sea, Michael.
Not without a crew to maintain them.
Are you sure there's nobody on board?
- We haven't seen anybody.
- Have you been on board?
- Me?
No, no, no, no.
Mine's strictly a a desk job,
but well, we do need someone to check it out
and that's why I wanted to talk to you.
- You want me to go and examine it?
- No, we've got a couple of guys
coming down from the Coast Guard.
But the thing is, with anything like this,
we need an expert to sign off on everything we're doing.
- I see.
- Yeah.
It's box ticking.
Ah, here we go.
If you could just sign here just to say
that you are happy for us to investigate the vessel.
- And what if I'm not happy?
- Why wouldn't you be?
- If, if that really is a boat from 17th century,
and it's, it's somehow survived being battered
around on the ocean for 500 years,
that is an object of incredible historical value.
Okay, nevermind, whatever else might still be on board.
Okay, look, have you ever seen those films
where they have archeologists
digging up dinosaur bones, right?
Only they're not digging.
They're using these teeny tiny little brushes
and they're delicately removing the grains of sand.
You know, trying not to, to, to damage the precious fossils.
Yeah, okay, so that is the kind of treatment
that this boat needs.
Not some guys from the Coast Guard traipsing all over it.
Probably putting their boots through the deck.
- So what do you want me to do about it?
- Okay, look, I'm still not entirely convinced about this,
but I'm free tomorrow morning.
Okay, so what I would suggest is that
you give me at least half an hour with your guys
before they go on board.
You know, think of it as like a, a site induction.
You're telling them where to tread, what to look out for,
how not to break anything.
- Oh yeah.
They'll love that.
- Well that's my condition for signing off on anything.
- Should've known you wouldn't make it easy for me.
- These boats are my life Michael, you know that.
- Elena his is Marcus and Tony.
- Nice to meet you, nice to meet you.
Okay, well I know you all have work
to be getting on with,
so I will try and keep this as quick
and painless as possible.
From what I can tell, the ship you discovered
is mid 17th century era.
This is the closest model I could find to that period.
As you can see, there are three masts.
The fore mast, the main mast.
- I thought she was gonna tell something we don't know.
- Well, I suppose things haven't actually
changed topside that much.
Okay, so below deck you have three levels.
The very lowest level you have the cargo hold.
- That's where the pirate treasure be.
- Not likely.
The kind of cargo down there would usually be provisions,
ammunition for guns.
Very rarely anything valuable.
The reason being, if the ship was to take on water,
you don't really wanna be traipsing up
and down to the very lowest level
to rescue your ill-gotten gains.
- And the valuables, you know, the, the proper stuff,
the, the gold and that.
- I'm getting to that bit.
So the middle level, you have your sleeping quarters,
the infirmary, and at the back here you have the brig.
Which was a sort of jail holding cell
for your prisoners, hostages, to hold for ransom.
- Hear that mate.
It might be someone down there that needs rescuing.
- The top level, just below decks you have the ship's mess,
the galley and at the back here.
- You mean the aft?
- Yes, you're quite right, the aft.
You have the captain's cabin.
And my guess is that is where you would find any items
of major historical interest.
- Well, thank you love.
- Oh wait, I haven't gone over the most important aspect.
- What's that?
- Preservation.
Do either of you smoke?
- Only when we're working.
- Okay.
There has to be absolutely no smoking onboard
the ship or anywhere near it actually.
You'll be needing equipment.
These will go over your boots.
- Nope, not wearing them.
- What's the problem?
- Have you ever set foot on a boat
that's been out to sea for months?
- No.
- It's slippery as fuck.
That is why we wear these, grips.
I'm not going arse over tit
just to stop some old wood getting boot marks.
- What about these overalls?
- Nah, it's against regulation isn't, mate?
We've got the life jacket, the emergency whistle,
the high vis patch.
We can't cover this up.
- He's got a point actually.
Regulation clothing must be worn at all times
and the safety equipment must be accessible.
- I think we are done here.
Cheers love.
And we will be sure to let you know if we
do find anything of historical interest.
- Don't forget to file your reports.
You've got to understand that those guys
have been on more boats than you've had hot dinners.
They're about to get a bit prickly
when someone tries to tell them how to do their job.
- I'm just trying to do my job.
- I know.
Look, how about I make it up to you?
- How do you mean?
- It's been ages, we should catch up.
We could go for a drink or something.
- Actually you can make it up to me.
I want to get on that boat.
- What?
- Once those two idiots have finished going through it
there's gonna be nothing left to preserve.
But if I can get on there as soon as possible,
then maybe I can, I can do something.
- I don't think that's gonna be possible.
- Come on Michael.
I am the named expert on the papers.
Surely I'm allowed
to personally investigate the actual vessel.
- I don't think non-agency
personnel are covered by our insurance.
- Is that it?
- You know what these organizations are like.
It took me six weeks, three forms and one doctor's note
to get a wrist rest for my desk.
- A wrist rest?
- For my carpal tunnel.
- Can't you just at least ask?
- I'm due back at the office at 11.
I'll make some inquiries, that's all I can promise.
- Thanks Michael.
- And I'll call you later if that's okay.
- Of course.
- Great.
See ya.
Sorry.
- It's okay.
- Oh, it stinks in there.
- You'll get used to it, now go on, get down there.
- What's the hurry?
- You heard the expert, didn't you?
There might be treasure down there.
Antiques, all sorts.
- Yeah, but it's salvage rules, isn't it?
The Coast Guard Agency towed the ship in, yeah.
Well then they're just gonna claim anything that we find.
- Not if they don't fucking know about it.
Look, it's Friday afternoon.
Anything we do find, we stick it on the van,
park it up over the weekend and it goes missing.
Who's gonna know?
Now go on, get down there.
What is that smell?
Rotten wood?
- Rotten something.
Mate, we should have brought a bigger crew.
- We can come back with a bigger crew on Monday.
Once we've had a look at the captain's cabin.
- Where's that?
- Were you not listening to lecture this morning?
- No, not really.
- Oh, it's right at the back.
So go on, keep moving.
And watch your step.
Marcus?
Come on mate.
Don't, don't, don't fuck around.
There's, there's no way you can't hear me.
Marcus!
Is that you on deck?
- Who are you messaging?
- Michael, he was supposed to call me earlier, but.
- You've changed your tune since yesterday.
What happened last night?
- Nothing.
- All right, didn't mean to pry.
- Yes you did, but this isn't about Michael.
Okay, just--
Michael, hi.
Any update?
Yes! Amazing.
Okay, how about now?
Yeah, got my equipment.
Okay, I'll see you there.
Okay, bye.
- Going out again?
- Uh huh.
- With Michael?
- Uh huh.
- Well, if you want my opinion.
- I don't.
- Gently, don't rip it off its hinges.
- What are you looking for?
- I'm trying to see if there's actually a floor down there.
What did your two guys report?
- Oh, I haven't heard anything yet.
Those two aren't the quickest at getting their paperwork in.
- Well, it seems sturdy enough.
So you're sure this is okay for us to do, right?
- What do you mean?
- I mean, with your office,
we're not breaking any health and safety rules.
- No, no, no, it's fine.
I pulled a few strings.
- Amazing.
It's still strong and it's cleaner than you'd think.
- It doesn't smell very clean.
- You're breathing air that's centuries old.
It's bound to smell a bit musty.
- It smells like death.
- Don't throw up here Michael.
This ship is an historical artifact.
You need to leave everything exactly as we found it.
There's no way this ship's been abandoned that long.
- It looks pretty abandoned to me.
- Wooden boats don't stay this sturdy
for hundreds of years, not without being maintained.
You ever heard of ship worm?
- Funnily enough, no.
- It's basically a type of saltwater clam.
It attaches itself to the wooden part of the ship.
Turns it to Swiss cheese.
Did we just move?
- Must be the tide coming in?
Yeah, right on cue.
It'll probably lift the boat by a good few meters.
- Careful, floor's a bit wet here.
- Is that salt water?
If this thing's taking on water, we better not hang around.
- Boats get wet Michael.
It's nothing to worry about.
Shit.
- What?
Oh my God.
Are you all right?
- Yeah, it's not my blood,
- Right, okay, that's it.
I really think we should get off this ship right now.
- Wait, what was that?
- I don't care.
- What if it's one of your guys?
You know, Tony and what's his name?
- What?
- Well, you said you hadn't heard from them
and clearly someone's been hurt here.
What if they're stuck somewhere?
- Jesus Christ.
- You were in charge of this expedition.
Do you really wanna
be responsible for someone bleeding to death
'cause you were too scared to go find out.
- I'm not scared.
Look, this isn't a search and rescue expedition.
We're not properly equipped for that.
- This is exactly the Michael I remember.
- What's that supposed to mean?
Ellie.
- Please, no.
- Jesus Christ.
- What are you doing?
- Calling the police.
- Shut it off, they'll see it.
- Calm down.
You'll be no good to anyone if you start hyperventilating.
- What the hell is this place?
- We're in the brig.
- Where they keep the hostages?
- Yeah.
- We're dead.
We are so dead.
- Shut up, I'm trying to think.
- They took my phone.
Have you got yours?
- No, I left it at home.
- What the hell is this?
And who are those people?
- Well, I told you there had to be a crew.
- What kind of fucking crew is that?
- A desperate one.
- We're so fucking dead.
- You see Garrick?
It is a woman.
- Aye.
- This, what is it?
- You all speak English?
- Aye, we speak it.
We learned it from this.
Got that talking box from a boat we robbed 40 some year ago.
I like to listen to it.
Time to time, it even makes music.
- That's, that's a talking box too.
- This?
- Yeah, they made them smaller.
I mean that, that can make music too.
- Make it work.
- I can't get into it.
- Into it, what do you mean?
- It's locked, I can't access it.
You need a code.
- Code, like on a safe box?
- Kind of.
- There ain't no dials on it.
She's playing us for fools, Jacob.
- Are ya?
You're playing us for fools miss?
- How long have you lived like this?
On this ship.
- Forever.
- You said you robbed a boat 40 years ago.
- More or less.
- Well then, you, I mean both of you,
you must have been children.
- There ain't no children on this ship.
Never has been, never will be.
- Shut it Garrick.
We're taking care of it, ain't we?
What's your name, miss?
- Elena.
- A pretty name for a pretty woman.
Just the kind we were after.
- After for what?
- You think we came here by mistake, to your little town?
See Miss Elena, one thing we're lacking on this ship
is women folk to bear us our next generation.
- You have a woman.
- That whore is only good for one thing
and it ain't bearing young 'uns.
- She's never born a child.
Never will, she's cursed, like us all.
- I said shut it, Garrick!
See that's our problem, miss.
What we need is new blood.
A woman who's fit and healthy and good for breeding.
I think you'll do fine.
Is the tide high, Garrick?
- Aye.
- Set sail, we got what we came for.
- Set sail?
Where are we going?
- Where ever the wind takes us miss, as it's always been.
- Now you and your friend will join me for dinner.
- I've seen what dinner looks like.
- Ah, those men, they're animals,
not a working brain among them.
But Garrick and me, we're civilized people.
You'll see.
See, we're civilized people.
- What's that?
- You know what it is.
- Civilized people don't eat people.
- That so?
Tell me miss, you ever been lost at sea for months on end?
Without food or water so long you can't stand up?
You got flies dancing in front of your eyes.
Your head's pounding and your gut feels like it's on fire.
- No.
- Well wait till you have,
then we'll see what a civilized person will eat.
Is this your man Elena?
- No.
- Do you have a man Elena?
- No.
- You do now.
Many a man.
As many as you can take.
Been a long while since we had fresh game on this boat.
Here's to a new beginning, and God willing, a new life.
Only question is who gets to do the deed?
- Has to be you Jacob.
- Maybe, maybe not.
I'm in the mood for some sport.
Is there any man aboard this ship
who thinks they could beat me in a fair fight?
This is your prize.
The lovely Miss Elena.
Is anyone here man enough to try for her?
Come on now.
She not a fine prize?
Does no one here have the guts to fight me for her?
Well now we've got us some sport.
Clear the way.
I said a fair fight, that means no blades.
That settles it.
Garrick, take the girl to my cabin.
- Wait.
I'll fight you.
- What's that?
- Michael, no.
- You said you'd fight any man here.
Well, I'll fight you.
- Well, well, so the man has a spine after all.
- Michael, don't do this.
He'll kill you.
- Garrick.
- You said it'd be a fair fight.
- Aye, I did, no blades.
- And if I win, you turn back to shore
and you let Elena off this ship.
- Aye, I'll agree to that.
Will you not have a go, Michael?
Strike me.
- Michael, stop, you don't have anything to prove.
- I'm wide open Michael, give it to your best shot.
I'll give you a hand.
You've drawn first blood, now my turn.
So you can take a hit, can you?
Good man.
- Michael, stop it.
- I think it's going fine.
- He's just playing with you.
- You never had a fight in your life, have you?
Look at these hands.
They're soft, woman like.
Never done a days work.
There's only one thing a woman like man's
good for aboard this ship.
Garrick, hold him down.
- No, no, no!
- Stop it Jacob!
I'll fight you.
- You'll what?
- I'll fight you.
- You?
- Yeah, you said you'd fight anyone on the ship.
- I said I'd fight any man.
- Well, I understand if you're scared.
- What's to be scared of?
- Losing to girl in front of your men.
- I've never lost to anyone.
But there's no sport in fighting a girl.
- I guarantee you there will be sport in it.
- What say you Garrick?
- I think you have to do it, Jacob.
- Untie her.
- What will it be, miss?
- Fair fight, no blades.
If I win, turn the ship around, Michael and I go free.
- She's got balls, this one.
More than her man friend.
- Alright, miss.
Give it your best shot.
- You first.
- I'm trying to give you a chance girl.
- That was some fancy moving.
- How will we know when the fight's over?
- One of us will be dead.
- You'll have to hit harder then that girl.
Get her off me!
- Back!
No blades.
- Shut your face Garrick.
- Don't kill her, we need her alive.
- Aye, you're right.
Go against me again Garrick, you're a dead man.
Get those two out of my sight.
- You all right?
- No.
- That was very brave of you.
- Please don't.
- I mean it, you could have been killed.
- Like I'm not gonna be killed anyway.
Or worse.
- I just wanted you to know,
I appreciate what you tried to do.
- Not like the old Michael you remember?
- Hmm.
Sorry I said that.
- You're exactly the Ellie I remember.
You kicked that guy off his feet.
- This is gonna sound petty given our current situation,
but could you just please not call me that?
- What?
- Ellie.
- What's wrong with that?
- I hate it.
- I've always called you Ellie.
- I know.
- You never said so.
- Sorry, just I, I didn't mind it at first
and then later on it was just sort of too late
and I didn't wanna hurt your feelings.
- I guess that doesn't apply now.
- Well, we're not a couple anymore, so.
- It's kind of ironic.
We're gonna spend our last hours together.
- What are you talking about, last hours?
- We just need to make it through the night.
And then in the morning your office
will see the ship's gone and raise the alarm.
Cause they know we're on board.
- No one knows.
- What?
- No one knows where we are.
- But you had to get permission.
I mean, who, who did you speak to?
- I didn't speak to anyone.
There was no way Ellie, Elena.
The Coast Guard agency don't bend the rules.
Especially for a nobody like me and you were just so keen.
- What are you, what are you saying?
- I just wanted to give you what you wanted
and I thought it'd be nice
to spend some time with you again.
- Oh, oh Michael.
- Well what about your friend
who answered the phone?
- Charlie.
- Did you tell her where we were?
- No.
- Well, how come?
- She was being annoying.
She kept going on about you and me getting back together.
So no one knows where we are
and no one's gonna miss me until Monday morning.
We could be literally anywhere by then.
- Jacob.
- Leave me be woman!
You're no use to man or beast.
I'll have better company in this bed tonight.
- I'll kill the bitch.
- You'll do nothing.
- So how's life?
- Shit.
- I didn't mean now, I meant in general.
- Yeah, so did I.
- Seriously?
- It's fine.
I'm fine.
- Just fine?
- Fine is good enough with me.
- Yeah, you never were much of a risk taker.
- And yet somehow here I am,
chained up on a cannibal pirate ship.
If only I could get my phone.
I've got all the numbers for the search
and rescue teams on there.
- He smashed it.
Jacob.
But there is a radio in Jacob's Cabin.
I, I don't think they know how to use it,
but I heard it working.
- Do you know how to use it?
- No, you?
- Yeah, kind of, in theory.
There's, there's a standard procedure
for sending out distress calls.
If we can get access to it, it's gotta be worth a try.
If you're lucky on a ship's radio,
there is literally a button that says the distress on it.
You just hold it down till it beeps.
- Yeah, I didn't see anything like that.
It's 40 years old.
- Right, well in that case,
you just locate the channel dialer.
Okay, you, you turn it to channel 16,
and you just say Mayday, mayday, mayday.
- And then what?
- Hope to hell someone answers.
Look, any boats or, or planes
or helicopters, anything in the vicinity
should have that channel open.
I mean it's reserved for emergency signals.
- Bitch.
I'll kill ya.
- Jesus Christ!
- Michael, the keys.
- What?
- They're by your feet, kick them over.
- Now do me, quick.
Come on then, let's go find that radio.
- Wait, if someone comes to check on us and,
and we are not here, they'll start
combing the whole ship for us.
- So what?
You just wanna sit here and wait?
What about her?
- I've got an idea.
- Fetch me a drink.
You, head down to the brig.
Check on the woman.
- You think that'll fool them?
- Yeah, if they don't look too hard.
- It's a silly question but
how are we gonna make them think that I'm still here?
- You will be still here.
- You're leaving me?
- Michael, I know my way around these ships, okay.
I, I've studied them for years.
It won't take me long to find Jacob's cabin.
It's just two floors up at the side of the mess.
- What if he's in there?
- I'll cross that bridge and I come to it.
- Wait.
- What?
- Just in case, you know.
Just wanna say I'm sorry.
For everything I fucked up.
- Michael it's just as much my fault.
I mean, I shouldn't have pressured you
into get me on board this ship.
- I didn't mean that.
I meant everything.
- Sometimes things just don't work out.
- Yeah.
Cause people fuck them up.
- Nobody fucked anything up.
We parted as friends didn't we?
- Friends who don't speak for four years?
- Sorry.
I just thought it'd be best if we moved on.
- Did you?
Move on?
- When we get off this boat, I'm gonna call you.
Promise.
- Kill me.
Please, kill me.
- All good things come to he who waits.
Garrick has waited a very long time.
- How long, 40 years?
- Longer than that miss.
- How, how is that possible?
- Cursed, we're all cursed.
Cause of Jacob.
Forever stuck on this damn ship.
- So what is it you want?
- Same thing Jacob wants.
- Didn't see you standing up to challenge him.
- He's a big man, but I've got it where it counts.
Up here.
He'd have sunk the ship a million times over.
Drowned us all, if it wasn't for me.
- Why all this fighting over me?
Why, why don't you just go ashore,
and, and take any woman you want?
- I told you, we're cursed.
We can't go ashore, not now, not ever.
- So, so you haven't left this ship in 40 years?
- 400 years.
- 400 years on a cursed ship.
- It's not the ship that's cursed, it's the people on it.
All of us.
Perhaps even you.
- So why do you need me?
- You can make a life
with my seed flowing in between your legs
you're gonna break this curse.
- Oh yes.
It has to be Garrick that does it
'cause I never ate the flesh.
- No.
- Everything comes to he who waits.
- My apologies Miss Elena.
I told you the men on this ship, they're like animals.
Being confined to a ship for so many years,
it's rotted their brains.
- How many years, exactly?
- I think that's mine Miss Elena.
Take a drink, won't you?
- How many years have you lived on this ship?
- Can't say for sure.
- Hundreds of years?
- Aye, could be.
You'll be used to it in time.
- Used to what?
- Life on board ship.
It ain't without it's comforts.
- Beautiful.
- Put it on.
I'd like to see you in it.
- What is it you want?
Look, we're both in here.
We're locked up, there's no need to check.
Ah, fuck.
- Now that's how a woman oughta look.
- I'm glad you approve.
Allow me.
- And that's how a woman oughta act.
- And can you drink like a man ought to drink?
- Of course.
- Tell me more.
- What?
- About life at sea?
How did you come to be here all this time?
- You mean all these hundreds of years?
- Yes.
What's that?
- Ship's log.
- Wait.
Sorry.
The oil from your fingers can damage paper as old as this.
Is that a date?
Cartagena de Indias, wait, 1622.
That was the raid on Cartagena, Lawrence Van der Graaf.
- Aye, that was the bastard that hired us,
us and a dozen other ships.
- To blockade the town and hold it to ransom.
- Aye, that's right.
Der Graaf promised us gold to join the blockade.
But all we got was hostages.
There was this one woman, strange she was.
They said she had witching powers.
Thought she might bring us luck on our next journey.
- And did she?
- She brought us luck all right, bad luck.
12 days and nights of storms.
Waves high as the mizzenmast.
The compass spinning round and round.
No way of knowing which way we were facing,
where we were going.
And then in the space of one night,
all the food went rotten.
Got me to thinking.
Maybe this witch woman cursed us somehow.
The longer it went on, the hungrier we got,
the more sure of it I was.
- And so you killed her.
And you ate her.
- Aye.
That's when the trouble really started.
- Garrick said, you can't ever go ashore.
- Can't even make landfall.
We tried time and again.
Every piece of land we found,
the wind and the tide pushed us away.
Dunno why it was different this time.
- They towed you in.
- What?
- The coast guards.
- All we could do was keep sailing, hunting.
- Hunting what?
- Small boats, big boats.
Anything we could raid, for people, for food.
Ever since we had our first taste of flesh,
we've hungered for nothing else.
That woman cursed us every which way you can.
Said we'd never see life aboard ship again.
We'll fix that.
You and me, Elena, we'll make a life.
- Shit.
- Hi.
- Jesus Christ Michael, what are you doing here?
- Well I just wondered if you might need some help.
- You were safer in the brig.
- It's all right.
I don't think anybody's seen me.
- Michael, you are wearing a high vis jacket.
- Oh, shit.
- Don't worry.
Just come over and help me work this thing.
Quietly.
- Did you knock him out?
- Yes, with this.
- Mayday, mayday, mayday.
Mayday, mayday, mayday.
- Try again.
- Mayday, mayday, mayday.
- I suppose it was a long shot anyway.
- This is cruise ship Fleur de Lis,
we hear your distress call, over.
Hello, so you hear me, over.
- Hello, yes, we can hear you, thank God.
- What are your coordinates, over.
- We don't know, shit, over, sorry.
- What was your last known position, over.
- We left the English coast around eight PM last night.
Nearest town is Saltfleet.
We've been traveling 15 knots since then.
Direction unknown.
- Look, we're on a fucking pirate ship.
- What was that, please repeat, over.
- A pirate ship.
You can't miss us.
Look, call the UK Coast Guard Agency, Saltfleet office.
They'll know what to look for.
Tell them to send the helicopter, now.
Hello, hello?
They must have moved out of range.
- Think he got the message?
- I dunno.
I guess we go up on deck and keep an eye out.
Oh fuck.
- Michael.
No!
- You know, miss, I'm starting
to think you might be more trouble than you're worth.
- Are you ready to talk about it?
Just let me know.
- You were right Charlie.
- What?
- About people not wanting to talk about things
because it makes them feel guilty.
- I was pregnant.
When I broke up with Michael.
I found out when we got back from Barbados.
- Did he know?
- No, I never told him.
He'd have just asked me to marry him again.
It's all he ever wanted.
I just wasn't ready.
- Did you, I mean, did you get a--
- No, I didn't have to do anything.
I lost it after seven weeks.
So, you know, I didn't have to make any decision.
- And you never told anybody?
- I guess I, I thought if I didn't have to see him again
and I didn't have to talk about it,
it would just go away, you know.
- You should eat something.
- You've not had a thing since you've been back.
Those oranges are nice.
- Just don't really have an appetite, you know.
- It's not the ship that's cursed, it's the people on it.
Perhaps even you.
- Why are you looking at me like that?