[the aristocratic Mr. Tapling is assigned Cook's Mate on the quarantine voyage, and is helping the Steward to butcher a bullock]
Tapling:
This is without question the most revolting experience of my entire life.
Steward:
It has its advantages, sir.
Tapling:
None that I can see.
Steward:
The man with the hatchet gets to pick the choicest cuts.
Tapling:
Indeed... show me.
Acting Lt. Horatio Hornblower:
Where's Mr. Tapling?
Matthews:
He refuses to rise from his bunk, sir.
Acting Lt. Horatio Hornblower:
Does he indeed?
[Below decks]
Acting Lt. Horatio Hornblower:
Good morrow, Mr. Tapling! When shall you grace us with your presence above decks?
Tapling:
Never. There is no point.
Acting Lt. Horatio Hornblower:
The Moors have come to fetch their gold.
Tapling:
The Moors? Don't let them aboard, set sail at once.
Acting Lt. Horatio Hornblower:
The gold is theirs by right.
Tapling:
I will not see them, send one of the men.
Acting Lt. Horatio Hornblower:
I need my men, Mr. Tapling!
Tapling:
I have pains in my body, I cannot move. The hand of Death is upon me.
Acting Lt. Horatio Hornblower:
In that case, you shall have no need for rations.
[Takes away his food]
Tapling:
You would withold rations from a dying man?
Acting Lt. Horatio Hornblower:
I would consider it my duty to help speed your release from this world, sir.
Tapling:
[gets up] The Admiral will hear of this!
Tapling:
A new acquaintance with the cuts of a bullock and the worth of full bellies for the men. Such knowledge will serve me well.
Capt. Sir Edward Pellew:
Look, you have nothing to reproach yourself with. One man has died. Others may live, thanks to you.
Capt. Hammond:
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