Owen Chase

It's a privilege to know the moment of one's death in advance - be able to prepare for it. Cursed to be so far from home - without a chance to say goodbye, without a chance to make peace; without a chance to settle scores. Then let us at least settle those between us, Captain.

The Essex was lost through no fault of yours. I was as much to blame for...

What do we do, do you think, George? And what offense did we give God to upset him so?

Not us? In our arrogance, our greed. Look were we find ourselves.

You really feel like an earthly king after everything that we've been through? We're nothing. We're... we're specks. And dust.

Yes, it is. And very shortly we will be off-island for some time, and I'll be very much at home.

To return to port without a single barrel of oil would be a mistake, sir. And not behoove a man whose name is Pollard. Or Chase, for that matter. And the best thing for both of us would be to work all hours Gods sends us, fill this ship with oil and be home inside a year and rid of one another as quickly as possible. Trust me, I am every bit as desirous of that as you.

Benjamin, what are you doing?

Look at me. Look at me, Benjamin. No right-minded sailor discards what might yet save him.