The Sea Wolf

Hello, my baby hello, my honey

hello my ragtime man

send me your kiss by wire

baby, my heart's on fire

if you refuse me honey, you'll lose me

then you'll be left alone

oh, baby, telephone

and tell me I was your own

hello, hello, hello there

hello, my baby hello, my honey

if you find anything in there, brother, I'll share it with you.

Woman: Send me your kiss by wire

baby, my heart's on fire

if you refuse me honey, you'll lose me

then you'll be left alone oh, baby

what kind of a vessel is it?

A schooner bound for the Japanese coast.

What's its cargo?

- I'm only asking you to sail on it, not to buy it. - I've been tricked before. What's its cargo?

It's a seal hunter. Now, if the catch is good, there'ii probably be a bonus in it for you.

What's the name of the vessel?

The ghost.

Wait a minute. It isn't easy for a sailing man to get a berth these days.

- With steam cutting down on the size... - Get out of my way.

- Sixty a month, sailor. That's good pay. - Yeah, if you live to collect it.

You're not afraid of hard work, are you?

Hard work?

No work is hard as long as you can remain a human being while doing it.

I wouldn't sail on a ship like the ghost...

If she were the only sailing vessel left on the pacific ocean.

Woman: Rosie, you are my posie

you are my heart's bouquet

come out here in the moonlight

there's some sweet fine love I want to say

your honey boy, I'm waiting

those Ruby lips to greet

don't be so aggravating

my blushing Rosie my posie sweet

it's all right, brother. They've gone.

- Who? - The coppers.

- I don't know what you're talking about. - All right. Forget I said it. I'll buy you a drink.

Two.

- Why? - Oh, I just don't like to drink alone.

Sailor?

I've been on a ship.

Well, here's how.

Man: Hey.

You don't have to slip me a Mickey to get me on your boat.

I'll ship on the first and quickest one out of here.

Hey you. You're the fellow who signed on for the ghost?

- Yeah. - Come on down.

- Drunk? - Yeah.

Now, I wonder how that happened.

Don't pay him no mind. He's drunk.

How else do you think we got men to sail aboard a hell ship like the ghost?

Do you think they're all fools like you are?

- Shut up, cooky. - I'll not shut up.

Let the chills fear run up his spine, like they did mine...

When I made my first voyage aboard the foulest ship in creation.

Oh, you'll have a lovely time aboard the ghost.

I won't tell you again, cooky.

At night, you'll go to sleep praying for the morning...

And during the day, you'll pray for the night.

But there's one thing you'll pray for most of all...

To tear out with your own fingers the cold, merciless heart of wolf Larsen.

I said, shut up.

Well?

I beg your pardon.

Listen, two men, they're coming out here. They'll ask questions.

You'll say you know me. I'm a friend of yours.

My name's maud. Maud Webster.

We're going to San Francisco to visit some friends.

Now, can you remember that? Maud. Maud Webster.

- But... - Oh, please.

What's your name?

Van weyden, Humphrey Van weyden.

Humphrey Van weyden.

I'll remember that.

Talk to me. Say anything, please.

- Yes? - This woman is...

- What about her? - She's with you?

I fail to see why I have to answer any of your questions.

Before you say anything, I'd like to remind you...

That it's a criminal offense to aid an escaped convict.

That's funny.

The woman looks just like me.

Doesn't she, Humphrey? It's lucky I'm with you.

Otherwise, these gentlemen would arrest me, and you'd have to come to the police station...

And go through all sorts of trouble trying to explain to them...

I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do. It's the law.

That's right, the law.

- I wanna remind you that it's a criminal offense. - That'|I be enough.

You'll wait in his cabin until we reach San Francisco.

- Hard to port. - Hard to port.

Don't!

Help.

Ahoy!

Ahoy!

Is anybody here?

Is anybody here?

This man lying here?

That's the first mate. I think he's dying.

- Dying? - Yeah. He always had a weak heart.

I guess all the rum he lapped up in frisco did him in this time.

The old man will be awful mad if he croaks.

Good first mates are hard to find.

Nobody even seems to care.

They act as though his death were a matter of course.

Man: Well, mister, on board this ship, you might say it is.

Humphrey: I'm the man who was picked up out of the bay. I'm deeply grateful.

He's dead, sir.

"He's dead, sir"?

My mate's dead.

You dirty, drunken sot, you die too easy.

The rum should've first withered your limbs, rotted away your flesh, eaten out your eyes.

The man is dead, sir.

Man? Heh.

That's not a man any longer. That's just a lump of rum-soaked flesh.

Svenson? Svenson: Aye, sir?

Get your palm a needle and sew the beggar up. You'll find some old canvas in the sail-locker.

- What'i| I tie his feets in? - Wolf: We'll see to that.

Aye, sir. Wolf: Cooky.

Yes, sir. Sir.

- Wolf: Go below and fill a sack with coal. - Yes.

Any of you fellas got a Bible or a prayer book?

You look like you might know a prayer or two by heart.

You've got a preacher's look about you. What's your name?

Van weyden. Humphrey Van weyden.

Even sounds like a preacher's name.

I'm a writer.

What do you write about?

Whatever I see.

This the first time you ever saw a man die?

It's the first time I've ever seen such indifference to death.

Well, you haven't seen enough to be a good writer.

- This voyage ought to do you a lot of good. - Voyage?

What do you mean?

That's the pilot boat, isn't it?

That's right.

Doesn't seem to be very far away.

It shouldn't take long to put back.

I'd pay you whatever you think your delay is worth to you.

Don't you intend putting me ashore?

No, Mr. Van weyden, I don't.

You can't be serious about this.

Very serious.

My mate's dead. That leaves me one man short. You're that man.

There's nothing I can do aboard a ship.

No, nothing much.

You're soft like a woman.

Woman. I'd almost forgotten.

What about her?

- Cooky? - At your service. Coal will be up in a minute.

What about that woman we fished up?

Oh, she's in a bad way, sir.

Louie says he hardly expects her to live through the night.

It would be a shame for her to die. She's so young and so beautiful.

A wench like that might very well liven up the tedious days of a long voyage.

You'll put me off at the first port of call.

I touch no ports, Mr. Van weyden.

- We'i| meet other ships sailing back. - I hardly think so, Mr. Van weyden.

The ghost don't sail the regular ships' lanes.

You're stuck until we touch the port of frisco again.

Humphrey: There's such a thing as the law.

I'm obeying the law, Mr. Van weyden.

The law of the sea, which says anything you find in it is yours to keep.

I guess you can wash dishes and do scullion work.

That will release an able-bodied man for able-bodied work.

You're signed up as cabin boy, $20 a month.

What if I refuse?

Hey, cabin boy. Come here.

What's your name?

- George leach. - Sir.

Sir.

- Ever ship on a schooner before? - No, sir.

Who signed you?

I wasn't interested in the man's name, sir.

- Did you get any advance money? - I didn't have time to wait for it, sir.

You must have been in a hurry to get on board. What do the police have on you in frisco?

That's a lie. Nobody's got nothing on me. I can prove it.

Ha, ha. You ought to learn to control that temper of yours, leach.

You give yourself away too easy.

You're not cabin boy anymore.

Our literary friend here is taking your job away.

You're promoted.

You're now boat-puller.

- Svenson. - Aye, sir.

What do you know about navigation?

- Nothing, sir. - Just as well.

You're first mate just the same. When you're through with that, get your stuff and go aft.

- Aye, sir. - What are you standing around for?

I didn't sign up for boat-puller. I signed for cabin boy.

I don't want no part of boat pulling. It's a dirty, heartbreaking job.

You said you never sailed on a schooner before.

I once read about it in a book.

Pack up and go forward, you filthy scum.

Better do as he says, boy.

He isn't talking to a dog. He's talking to a man.

So you're a man, huh?

I've spit in the eye of better men than you for saying less.