Small wages, bitter cold, long months of complete darkness, constant danger, safe return doubtful.

For his teeth seem for laughing round an apple.

There lurk no claws behind his fingers supple;

And God will grow no talons at his heels,

Nor antlers through the thickness of his curls.


I'm probably an 80 year old man. I swear a lot. Screw objective meaning and read about dead people. Please don't touch me.


From the original Master and Commander script.

Ummm wat. I don’t remember this. I want this so bad. I want the cute midshipmen to be all cute. Why the hell wasn’t this in the movie. Oh my god I love the middies. Help.

posted 1 year ago @ 29 Jul 2012
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