— Gentlemen. I be placed in a bewilderment. There I were... resting, and upon a sudden, I hear an ungodly row on deck. Sailors abandon their posts without orders, without leave. Men before the mast... taking the ship for themselves. What be that, first mate?
— Mutiny, captain.
— Again?
— Mutiny!
— Aye. Mutiny. And what fate befalls mutineers? Now, we know the answer to that, do we not? Mutineers hang!