CARVER
But our ship is sore distressed from the buffeting of the storms, and Captain Jones must needs make repairs before we can sail on to our destination. [protests and grumblings]
I would it were not so, for I know how weary you find yourselves after the many days upon the sea. But there's naught else to do.
PETER [calling]
Why can't we land here? [mob assents]
CARVER
Nay, nay, it cannot be. This is not Virginia; we have no patent to these lands. We must sail on. The captain and his crew will make their repairs as soon as they can, but our stores in the hold are all of them in danger of spoiling—so we must needs unship them ourselves until such time as we may sail away from here. So let every man prepare himself for work.
PETER
Master Carver—we are not able to work. [mob assents]
CARVER