text: The Bounty remains anchored in Matavai Bay for the next month while every day Bligh, Christian or Fryer lead a party of men ashore to gather breadfruit trees. You get the impression that the men are working deliberately slowly to prolong their stay on Tahiti, as often as they are able the men contrive to spend time with the Tahitians in their villages. All of the Natives are extremely friendly and the women remarkably so. Christian and, surprisingly, Bligh are fairly relaxed about these interactions between the crew and the women but after a year at sea it would have been very unwise to try to restrain the men.
  
  Bligh inevitably tries however. One day you are a part of a party that is working even more slowly than usual and Bligh is becoming irritable and orders you all to work faster. Repeatedly a sailor called Matthew Thompson, an older and extremely tough man keeps demanding, increasingly more insistently that he be allowed to go into the village. Bligh continues to refuse him. Finally, Thompson has had enough.
  
  “Damn you sir,” he growls. “If you were any sort of officer you would know better than to deny your men what they want.”
  
  There is stunned silence following this outburst.
  > You keep quiet
  Bligh has gone very pale.
  
  “Damn you Thompson for a mutinous dog,” he growls. “Quartermaster, twelve lashes each!”
  
  The lash is fetched, the blows are landed and another sailor’s back is transformed into ruin. Sullen and muttering the crew return once more to the Bounty.