Voyage of the Yes (1973) - full transcript
Two teenagers set out on a 2000-mile sailboat journey from California to Hawaii.
[MUSIC - "EL CONDOR PASA (IF I
COULD)"]
-Hey, Squish.
How's it going, baby?
-I'll make it.
-Yeah.
You've got to make
it while you can.
-Hi, Mom.
-Hi, baby.
-Steaks.
Delmonicos.
-Great.
Let me put them on for you.
-Oh, that's OK.
Go ahead.
I can--
-Hi, family.
Been a long time, huh?
-Not long enough.
-Well, pretty.
-Where you been?
-Well, Opal, I've just been out
trying to improve my situation.
Look like you've been
doing the same thing.
You know, getting widowed
didn't hurt you none.
-Now hold that.
Roy's dying still
hurts me plenty.
-Oh, Opal, all I
was trying to say--
-What you're doing is
dialing incorrectly, mister.
-Put on a few years
there, didn't you, Squish?
-Yeah, that's a fact.
-Squish, would $200 a week
be of any interest to you?
-Pushing hard stuff?
-Buys a lot of
pretty new things.
-Ahoy.
-Ahoy yourself.
How far did you sail?
-Almost to Catalina.
-Well, how'd Mother Hubbard do?
-Beautiful.
I sailed the whole day flat
on my back reading a book.
-You must have that vane
pretty well balanced.
-Dad, even running downwind,
she kept the boat dead on.
I could have taken a
race sitting on the head.
-That sounds like your race.
-It's like an automatic pilot.
You should have seen it.
-OK, let's eat.
-OK.
-Squish.
Um, leave a little
blood in my steak.
-We're having spaghetti.
-Ain't I family?
-You were before
Pop went to the Nam.
But he ain't coming back.
And you are no longer
in no way family.
-But he was my brother, Squish.
-Orlando.
My name is Orlando
B. Parker, got it?
-Ooh, ain't you the one?
Mr. Parker.
-Did Tom call?
-Yep.
-Can't go.
-Well, did you tell Tom's
parents that y'all navigated
us all the way back from Tahiti?
-I did.
-Well, you'd think this
coast would be loaded
with kids just dying
to sail to Hawaii.
And the parents who would
just love to get rid of them
for four weeks.
-Yeah, time's passing.
I mean, if you're
accepted into Stanford,
you have to be there-- no later
than the 7th of September,
no ifs, ands, or--
-I know.
-Aggie, he can leave as
late as the 1st of August
and still get there in time.
-That leaves you a weekend.
-OK.
-Got some sweets
from my new source.
You want one?
You know, going to
school has made you
a real healthy lad, hasn't it?
Orlando B. Parker.
Only black kid in Chicago
that writes Dear Abby.
-How many five year olds did
you turn on today, candy man?
-Orlando B. Parker, you get
the steaks and get them going,
so we can have a nice,
compatible, family evening.
-If you're so lonely, why don't
you just go rent a friend?
-How's this dinner
coming in here?
-Well, just fine, if you could
get old ugly out of my way.
-Come on, pretty pusher.
You come around once
a year to interfere.
Why don't you come
on out and let him--
-You know, someday somebody's
going to punch you out.
-You're the closest.
Squish.
-Cal, I do want you to go.
-Even if I can't find anyone?
-He doesn't actually need anyone
with that self-steering vane.
-What about Dick Stanwood?
-Mr. Yacht Club?
-Well, honey, he crewed for his
father on the Ensenada race.
I bet he'd go-- if you'd
make him feel useful.
-What do you mean?
-I mean, you've been
asking all your friends
to go like so much
cargo and dead wait.
Cal, I've talked to
some of the mothers.
I mean, you've asked
12 boys not to go.
Honey, you're just going to
have to get off this tack
and decide whether
you want to go at all.
-Try Stanwood, Cal.
I'll talk to his dad.
-If you guys are going
to howl and fuss,
I'm going to the pizza parlor.
-Steaks are going on, Opal.
Ain't they?
I'm through playing
uncle, sweetheart.
-Promise?
-What you need is a
good sticking, boy.
-Do it.
-Are you guys gonna
stop, or do I--
-Go ahead, uncle.
Do it.
-I'm coming in.
Baby?
Baby?
-Captain Markwell, I presume.
-I thought you said
you were bringing
some of your gear, Stanwood.
-Ready to hate me?
A space opened up for me on
a charter flight to Athens.
-What do you mean?
-10 guys, 93 chicks--
would you pass that up?
-Where am I gonna find
someone by tomorrow?
-You'd rather go alone anyway.
Isn't that what you told me?
-Yeah, I can drop you
off up at the freeway.
-Better than just standing.
-Where you headed?
-Anywhere.
Anywhere but east.
-You ever done any sailing?
-Yeah.
A little.
-How'd you like
to sail to Hawaii?
-What's the cost?
-Nothing.
It's my boat.
-Even nothing costs something.
-My mom, she won't let me
go unless I take someone.
It's a small boat.
-Hawaii's over there, huh?
-Yeah, about 2,300 miles.
West.
-West.
-Spare parts top side, stays,
spreader, spreader tape,
halyard, turnbuckles,
radio batteries,
tape recorder, spare
batteries, tape.
-Check.
-First aid kit.
CAL: OK.
ARNOLD: Gauze.
Tape, sulfa, painter
levers, peroxide,
burn cream, plastic bandages.
-Check.
-Life raft and paddles.
-Check.
-Gibson girl.
-Gibson girl.
-What does she do?
-Sends out an SOS
signal like a radio.
-That's it, skipper.
Time to cast off.
-Oh.
Spare lemons.
I'll get them.
-Don't worry, mom.
-What, me worry?
-Get out of here.
-Let's go.
-Hey, fellas.
Hawaii!
BOTH: Hawaii.
-I sure hope we know
what we're doing.
-Cal could sail
around the world,
and I wouldn't lose
one hour's sleep.
He's topflight, Aggie.
He knows everything
I know, maybe more.
AGGIE: And I just wish we knew
more about that Orlando Jones.
ARNOLD: I thought Cal gave us
a pretty good profile on him--
classmate in lab science,
played football together.
AGGIE: They all
look alike to me.
We didn't even get a
chance to meet his parents.
-I don't remember
you actually saying
that you wanted to
meet his parents.
-Hey, you look better.
You got your color back.
-Yeah.
If I was white, I'd have
been green yesterday.
What's that all about?
-Oh.
This is a sexton.
It measures the altitude of
the sun above the horizon.
And when you put that
together with the time
and these nautical tables--
-That's where you're at.
-Right.
-Yeah, I'd like to try
some of that, captain.
-Sure.
When we get to some
smoother water.
We still have a couple
thousand miles to go.
-Man, have I got the hungries.
-Hey, those look beautiful.
Do you want to sail the boat?
-Yeah.
-Do you think you
can handle her?
-Oh, sure.
-OK, here.
OK, listen.
Keep the compass on that
mark, and keep the sails full.
-Aye aye, captain.
-Terrific.
We're 16 miles off course.
It's going to take half
the night to get back on.
-What, are you going
into the paratroopers?
-It keeps me attached in case
I take a header over the side.
I wouldn't be able
to swim fast enough,
and you don't know how to turn
this boat around in the wind.
-OK if I take a peek
through the sexton?
-No.
It's too rough.
-I sure wouldn't want
anything to happen to you.
You're the only one who
knows where we're at.
CAL: Well, folks, August 2.
Orlando-- we went a
little off course thanks
to Mother Hubbard, but
we're on the right track
now, zinging along.
We ate the rest of
that chicken, mom.
It was great stuff.
Talk to you tomorrow.
-Hey, uh, we're halfway there.
-Not quite.
A third, maybe.
How about breakfast?
You know, this
would be a good day
to get you into that sexton
and maybe some more sailing,
if you're interested.
-Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
I'm interested.
-Cockroach!
We got to keep a
cleaner kitchen, mate.
-It is clean.
-I can't afford to
get sick out here.
-You can't?
Hey, don't throw the
whole package away.
That's good cereal.
He wasn't in there.
-Well, you eat it.
Maybe you're used
to those things.
They gross me out.
-Easy fix.
-You're not ready for that yet.
Let's have it.
-I'm ready.
You just don't dig
me, do you, whitey?
-I'm not prejudiced.
-Got any more jokes?
-OK, so you didn't get
an equal opportunity.
I know that.
-Yeah, yeah.
That's a fact.
And this ain't no equal
opportunity boat neither.
You know something?
I got the same amount
of eyes as you.
Count them, two each.
And my brain is the
same size as yours.
Look, five fingers on each hand.
-Will you get off that stuff?
I know we're equal.
-You know how to say it, but you
don't know how to believe it.
-I don't care.
I don't care about
blacks or whites.
I don't give a damn
about you either way.
Did you ever think of that?
-Is that Flipper or
one of them bad guys?
-It's a blue-- a bad guy.
It's one of the dumber
sharks in the ocean.
He's just looking for a handout.
We're near the shipping lanes.
Those blue buggers tail
along behind the big ships
looking for garbage.
They'll gobble up anything
that makes a splash.
Anything.
We're averaging almost
100 miles a day.
Only 900 to go.
Hey Mom, I'm getting used
to your training bra.
I can see where it'd be a
comfort on longer solo trips.
Well, that's about all.
August 15, the
Goodship Lollipop.
Hey, what happened, man?
What's going on?
Look out!
Get the rifle.
-Yeah.
[GUNFIRE]
[GUNFIRE]
-Did you ever see anything
try to chew through aluminum?
-Hey man, that was the
bravest thing I ever seen,
you jumping in there.
-Thanks.
Orly.
-I was only thinking
about Mother Hubbard.
I need to sail around the world.
Nothing's gonna stop me.
-Wait.
Hold it.
Tie it off.
-What's wrong?
-I crossed up the sea gods.
I didn't have a
coin under the mast.
That's why we got hit.
-Are you jiving me?
-No.
Anyone that does not heed
that tradition gets lunged.
We gotta put a coin
under the mast.
Oh no.
Hey, that's your
lucky silver dollar.
-Just get the damn mast up.
Captain.
-OK.
All right.
That's good.
Anyway, we got
the mast up again.
I wouldn't trust it
sailing into the wind,
but it'll do until we
get to Hawaii, I hope.
We still have half of our
food and a third of our water,
so we're having a
mast-raising banquet.
Out.
Orly?
-Want a hit, Mother Hubbard?
Don't give me no
jive-preachin', straight lady.
We old enough to get
drafted and shafted,
we old enough to get
loose on the juice.
Mm-mm!
Smells edible there.
Mama, what you got cooking?
-Oh, it's your favorite, baby.
Home-fried, Kentucky-style
hockey pucks.
-Well, if Bobby Hull
can eat them, I can too.
-Who are you writing to?
-You'll laugh.
-No, I won't.
-Dear Abby.
-The lovelorn lady
in the newspaper?
[LAUGHING]
-Now, see there, man.
You promised.
-Does she solve any
of your problems?
-No.
-What's your problem now?
-I'll tell you about it.
Someday.
-Well, you'd have to know
more about him, Mr. Markwell.
-Well, I wish I knew
more, lieutenant.
I wish I didn't have
to bother you at all.
My wife wanted to take
Orlando's mother to lunch,
and she couldn't find
her, so she got scared.
You know how mothers are.
-You say she checked
all the school
districts in the
Los Angeles area.
-Yeah.
Right.
And when she found out there was
no Orlando B. Jones in my son's
school, she got pretty frantic.
-Well, we'll check
him out as far
as we can without fingerprints,
but if you think of anything
that would indicate
where he comes from,
it certainly would help.
-Right.
Lieutenant, that jersey there.
I think that Cal said that's
Gale Sayers' number, right?
-Chicago Bears, huh?
-We gotta secure
everything in here, Orly.
-How do we secure us?
-We're in for a little
weather, that's all.
Nothing to worry about.
I've been in worse stuff.
Besides, the sea
guides are on our side.
If not, your silver dollar
will be cheerfully refunded.
Orlando?
Here, take this.
-OK.
I got it.
-Hold the hatch!
-Cal?
Cal!
Cal!
Cal!
Cal!
Breathe.
Come on, Cal.
Breathe.
Come on, Cal.
You'll make it.
You've got to.
That's it.
That's it.
You're gonna make it.
Oh, man.
How does this thing SOS?
DJ (ON RADIO): You're
listening to the Ed Shepperd
Show, Shepperd
Show, BDEX Hawaii.
-Hey.
Hey, you hear that, Cali?
Hawaii calls.
We're almost there.
DJ (ON RADIO): Yes, sir.
A windy wet night
in sunny Honolulu.
But we've been assured that
this storm will be done
by breakfast, so don't cancel
your plans to go to the beach
tomorrow.
-I won't.
DJ (ON RADIO): F now
our twice-a-day bulletin
board for boaters.
To the schooner
"Marie," Coast Guard
reports your signals are weak.
To the catamaran "Sea
Cat" out of Oxnard,
your car will be at Pokai Bay.
To the sloop "Yes"
out of Marina Del Rey,
regards, hey, congratulations
from your parents.
You've been accepted
at Stanford.
Also to the "Yes"
and Orlando Parker.
-Parker?
DJ (ON RADIO): Please
call Lieutenant Matthews,
CI division, Los Angeles Police
Department, on your arrival.
To the catch "Golden Hawk,"
it's a grandson, nine pounds.
-Parker?
They got your number, Mr. Jones.
DJ (ON RADIO): And now back
to our full uninterrupted
three minutes of
Hawaiian holidays
from your sand and sea station--
-Wake up, buttercup.
Hey, hey.
Wake up.
Hey, hey.
Want some grits?
-Are we on course?
-Of course.
Hey, hey.
Take it easy, captain.
Nine out of 10 doctors
recommend staying
in bed when concussion strikes.
-Concussion?
-Yeah.
You've been bagging
Z's by the ton.
-We must be almost a
day or so from Hawaii.
-Yeah, right.
Mr. and Mrs. Markwell,
this is Orlando.
You've probably figured why
I've done what I've done.
And--
[CAL'S VOICE ON TAPE]
CAL (ON TAPE): If
Stanford doesn't take me,
I'm where I belong.
I want to keep on going.
Orly's OK, but he'll
get off at Hawaii.
I'm a loner, I guess.
Deep down, I guess I think I'm
better-- or different anyway.
Funny, you have a
lot of time to think
about differences out here.
All I want to do is
sail around the world.
Alone.
-How we doing?
-Peachy.
-Wow.
I've had so much sleep my
eyes are going to throw up.
-I already figured our position.
You've been hijacked, cap-i-tan.
-Who the hell do
you think you are?
Don't you know we're in
a different current now?
Our mast doesn't sail
into a head wind.
-So we sail south.
-Stupid coon.
You know how far it is to
the next grocery store?
-Well-- well, I don't
rightly know, massa Cal.
I-- I figure it's
near about 900 miles.
As the coon swims.
-I'm talking to an animal.
Fanning Island's 1,000 miles--
10 days, if the wind holds.
-Radio in Honolulu
had messages for us.
You've been accepted
at Stanford, honky.
Congratulations.
So maybe Captain Midnight
here done you a favor.
-My folks won't trust me
out in the rain after this.
To miss a landfall
as big as Hawaii,
you'd have to be the
dumbest sailor in the world.
-To err is human.
Here, maybe you'll
feel better after you
get into your security blanket.
That one's free, captain.
No charge.
-Why'd you change our course.
-Radio in Honolulu had a message
for me too from the police.
-What do they want you for?
-Murder.
I killed my uncle.
-It figures.
-That's a fact.
-You've been fishing
for two days.
Exactly how many
fish have you caught?
-What time is it?
-It's about 4 o'clock.
-4 o'clock?
Exactly none.
-Oh, this is the freeze dried
food we were counting on.
Water got to it in the storm.
-All of it?
-All of it.
August 24.
The breeze has fallen off.
Too light for Mother Hubbard.
No fish yet.
I'd even settle for
Stanford right now.
Great.
There goes half our water.
-Hey, man.
Why don't you take that
thing and just stuff it?
-It saved my life
and maybe yours.
-No, no.
I saved your stinking life.
Yeah, you were
floating dead out.
I dragged you in, wrapped
these fat, black lips
around your lillywhite
cheeks, and breathed you back.
Call yourself a loner.
Man, I've been loning it all my
life in the middle of nowhere,
with nothing and nobody helping.
Man, this thing's strung
clear back to your mommy.
You had your shot, honky.
-Orly?
I'm sorry.
-Is that a fact.
-That's a fact.
-The wind will pick up
pretty soon, won't it?
-We're heading for the equator.
Some of these calm
spots go on for days.
I knew we forgot something.
-What's that?
-Water skis.
[BOTH CHUCKLING]
-You don't happen to belong
to the auto club, do you?
-Is that it?
-Yep.
Dear Abby?
-Uh-huh.
-Ask her for some
wind, will you?
You know, I just don't
believe you killed anyone.
Not on purpose, anyway.
You couldn't even
kill the cockroach.
(SINGING) Hello
cockroach, my old friend.
You've come to
gross me out again.
And I know I don't
want you round no more.
ARNOLD: Right.
There's no cause for alarm yet.
But if you could inquire
on your teletype,
one of your island stations
might know something.
Well, they don't
have a two-way radio.
They have a Gibson girl.
They're about four days overdue.
-Seven.
-And with that heavy weather,
they might have blown south.
Thanks.
Yeah, I'm sorry to bother you.
Goodnight.
Well, that was strictly
for your benefit, dear,
because I am not worried.
-You're not worried?
Just me and your
lieutenant friend?
-Well, he's not worried.
-Well, we found out something
about that colored boy.
-Well, we found out that
the knifing was an accident.
-Well, then why did they
want him back in Chicago?
-Well, it's just
routine paperwork
to clear up the matter.
-If the good Lord ever
gets our boy to Hawaii,
we're selling that damn boat.
-Honey, calm down.
In a big storm,
he'll be two or three
days getting back on course.
And nobody's heard any SOSes.
-How far does that sing signal?
-100 miles during the day.
-Over 1,000 at night.
Hit the gaff and the line.
Spoiled food.
I was saving it for guests.
Looks like we got one.
When he gets near
the bait, shoot.
-Yeah.
-Wait.
Now!
[GUNFIRE]
-Hey, you got him, Marshal!
-Wait, wait.
Yeah.
I got him.
-Stay away from the mouth.
-We did it.
He's dead.
-I'll get a hammer
and make sure.
-(SCREAMING) Hey, Cal!
Hey, get this-- hey, Cal!
Get it off me.
-If I miss him
with the first, he
may bite all the way
through your leg.
When I shoot, he
may open his mouth.
You pull your leg out.
-Yeah, yeah.
[GUNSHOT]
-How are those pills working?
-Hey!
Hey, I'm in friendly skies.
-Well, are you up to some food?
-Is the Pope a Catholic?
-Some blue shark wine?
-Yeah.
-You Oreo.
-I don't want any
of them germs that
make you move to the suburbs.
-I thought I'd try some
lannard gas in the motor.
You keep loosening that
tourniquet every so often.
-OK.
Hey, don't go too fast.
I want to enjoy the scenery.
Oh, no, no.
That's a no no.
-You need a doctor, Orly.
-No, man.
The sulfur worked great.
There's gonna be a big
wind along tomorrow.
Hey.
Now, ladies and gentlemen,
direct from Las Vegas,
(SINGING) I'd rather be
a hammer than a nail.
Yes, I would.
If I could, I surely would.
I'd rather be a
sparrow than a snail.
Yes, I would.
If I could, I surely would.
Away, I'd rather sail away, like
a swan that's here and gone.
A man gets tied up to
the-- groun-- ground.
He gives the world its saddest
sound, its saddest sound.
I'd rather be a
forest than a street.
Yes I would.
If I could, I surely would.
I'd rath-- I'd rather be
the earth beneath my feet.
Yes, I would.
If I could, I surely would.
-Yee-ha!
Merry Christmas, Black Beauty.
ORLANDO: Man-- uncle
of mine, candy man.
I-- no, I want-- no, Mom--
Mom, you pushed the door.
I-- [MUMBLING]
Cal, I wouldn't kill anybody.
-Wake up, Orly.
Wake up.
Where's the Gibson, Orly?
-Hey, man.
You don't need any help.
-You're playing
with gangrene, Orly.
Where's the Gibson, Orly?
-I threw it overboard.
-When?
-When you were asleep.
-You stupid--
-Cal?
You think I'm going to die?
-No.
No such luck.
-Listen, if I don't
make it, you gotta
promise you'll keep
going all the way.
-You keep talking
like that, I don't
give a damn what happens to you.
-Ruin the trip, wouldn't it?
(SINGING WEAKLY) I'd rather
be a forest than a street.
Any more pills?
-Sorry.
-You gotta go all the way, Cali.
Around the whole world.
-Easy.
We're gonna make it.
So you better hang in.
[COUGHING]
-How long have you been adrift?
-Adrift?
I'm under sail to
Fanning Island.
-Well, then, you made it.
Fanning is right there.
-Fancy that.
-There's a colored boy
in here, unconscious.
Something's wrong with his leg.
-It's gangrene.
Shark bite.
-Mike.
-We'll get you both to
the hospital on Fanning.
-Just get him there.
I'll sail in.
-You sure you'll be all right?
-Do you know if I can
get a mast on Fanning?
-Well, it's not very likely.
It's a cocoa plantation.
But Christmas Island,
about a day south of here,
should have a mast
for you, I think.
Here's something to
rinse your teeth with.
-Oh, thank you.
Cast off.
-We'll see you on the island.
-Oh, Orly.
-The operator has
Christmas Island for you.
-Hello?
Is Calvin Markwell there?
Yeah, an American kid with
a sloop called the "Yes."
Yeah, that's right.
He tried to call me a couple of
days ago, but I couldn't talk.
Oh.
OK.
Thanks.
-He was not there?
-No, he sailed
southwest yesterday.
To Samoa.
Way to go, Cali.
-Are these yours?
-(CHUCKLING) Hey,
where'd you get--
-They were just given to me.
You thought it was your friend?
-No, it couldn't be.
CAL: But it is.
-Hey!
Captain Queeg!
-Captain Midnight.
Why, your mouth's as
big as a blue shark.
-I heard you were sailing south.
-The wing switched.
-No, the wind's out
of the north, chalkie.
-Hey, I talked to my folks.
-I'll bet they flipped.
-Ready for a good laugh?
They told me that another kid
was sailing around the world
in a sloop just
like mine, alone.
-So you got competition.
-Yeah.
It's not that big to me anymore.
-Hey, who are you kidding, man?
The "Yes" has got
to go all the way.
-I'm gonna go all the way.
-Well, you better.
Or I'll get Mr. Gross
to eat you alive.
-My folks said that Lieutenant
Matthews checked into your,
uh, accident.
-Yeah?
-That's what the police
called it, an accident.
You still have to
go back, though,
so they can close up the case.
But Lieutenant Matthews
said that everything's
going to be all right.
-Anything you say,
General Custer.
Hey, how'd you talk your
folks into letting you go on?
-Oh, well, I had a very
persuasive argument.
I told them I was going on.
Dad cabled me some money,
and Mom's counting her beads.
Still writing her?
-Oh, yeah.
Would you mail it for me?
-Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I'm picking up
a guy in Australia.
-Yeah?
-Yeah, he's meeting me
there in a couple of months.
-Yeah?
-Here's his airline ticket.
-No, Cal.
You gotta go alone
and prove something.
-That's something
I already know.
Maybe the other kid
doesn't know he can.
You and I, we can
prove something else.
About a couple of
guys that are--
-Different.
-Yeah.
So, get off your butt
and go to Chicago
and meet me in Australia,
or I'll kick you in the leg.
Will you?
OK.
I'll write you.
Are you sure you'll
be all right?
-I'll give you some
cream for that burn.
Close friend of yours, is he?
-No.
He's my brother.
-I see.
Yes, well, he's
coming along nicely.
-OK.
Thanks for everything.
I only wish we could
have saved all of him.
-All of him?
-Didn't anyone tell you?
The leg was totally necrotic,
a bacterial gangrene.
Mr. Markwell, apparently
he didn't want you to know.
Quite a lad, that one.
-That's a fact.
ORLANDO (VOICEOVER):
Dear Abby, we
made it, and
without your advice.
My friend and I had this little
problem of no food, no water,
no wind, nothing,
out in the big empty.
But we learned something you can
tell your sob-sister readers.
When you start quitting,
the dying begins.
Quitting is very
bad for your health.
And that's a fact.
Sincerely, Orlando B. Parker.
Oh, PS-- the reason
why I write you,
Abby, is kind of embarrassing.
You see, this shark
got me pregnant.
Now, should I tell my parents
or just try another pill?
-(SINGING) Away,
I'd rather sail away
like a swan that's
here and gone.
A man gets tied
up to the ground.
Gives the world its saddest
sound, its saddest sound.
BOTH: I'd rather be a
forest than a street.
Yes, I would.
If I only could, I surely would.
I'd rather feel the
earth beneath my feet.
Yes, I would.
If I only could, I surely would.
COULD)"]
-Hey, Squish.
How's it going, baby?
-I'll make it.
-Yeah.
You've got to make
it while you can.
-Hi, Mom.
-Hi, baby.
-Steaks.
Delmonicos.
-Great.
Let me put them on for you.
-Oh, that's OK.
Go ahead.
I can--
-Hi, family.
Been a long time, huh?
-Not long enough.
-Well, pretty.
-Where you been?
-Well, Opal, I've just been out
trying to improve my situation.
Look like you've been
doing the same thing.
You know, getting widowed
didn't hurt you none.
-Now hold that.
Roy's dying still
hurts me plenty.
-Oh, Opal, all I
was trying to say--
-What you're doing is
dialing incorrectly, mister.
-Put on a few years
there, didn't you, Squish?
-Yeah, that's a fact.
-Squish, would $200 a week
be of any interest to you?
-Pushing hard stuff?
-Buys a lot of
pretty new things.
-Ahoy.
-Ahoy yourself.
How far did you sail?
-Almost to Catalina.
-Well, how'd Mother Hubbard do?
-Beautiful.
I sailed the whole day flat
on my back reading a book.
-You must have that vane
pretty well balanced.
-Dad, even running downwind,
she kept the boat dead on.
I could have taken a
race sitting on the head.
-That sounds like your race.
-It's like an automatic pilot.
You should have seen it.
-OK, let's eat.
-OK.
-Squish.
Um, leave a little
blood in my steak.
-We're having spaghetti.
-Ain't I family?
-You were before
Pop went to the Nam.
But he ain't coming back.
And you are no longer
in no way family.
-But he was my brother, Squish.
-Orlando.
My name is Orlando
B. Parker, got it?
-Ooh, ain't you the one?
Mr. Parker.
-Did Tom call?
-Yep.
-Can't go.
-Well, did you tell Tom's
parents that y'all navigated
us all the way back from Tahiti?
-I did.
-Well, you'd think this
coast would be loaded
with kids just dying
to sail to Hawaii.
And the parents who would
just love to get rid of them
for four weeks.
-Yeah, time's passing.
I mean, if you're
accepted into Stanford,
you have to be there-- no later
than the 7th of September,
no ifs, ands, or--
-I know.
-Aggie, he can leave as
late as the 1st of August
and still get there in time.
-That leaves you a weekend.
-OK.
-Got some sweets
from my new source.
You want one?
You know, going to
school has made you
a real healthy lad, hasn't it?
Orlando B. Parker.
Only black kid in Chicago
that writes Dear Abby.
-How many five year olds did
you turn on today, candy man?
-Orlando B. Parker, you get
the steaks and get them going,
so we can have a nice,
compatible, family evening.
-If you're so lonely, why don't
you just go rent a friend?
-How's this dinner
coming in here?
-Well, just fine, if you could
get old ugly out of my way.
-Come on, pretty pusher.
You come around once
a year to interfere.
Why don't you come
on out and let him--
-You know, someday somebody's
going to punch you out.
-You're the closest.
Squish.
-Cal, I do want you to go.
-Even if I can't find anyone?
-He doesn't actually need anyone
with that self-steering vane.
-What about Dick Stanwood?
-Mr. Yacht Club?
-Well, honey, he crewed for his
father on the Ensenada race.
I bet he'd go-- if you'd
make him feel useful.
-What do you mean?
-I mean, you've been
asking all your friends
to go like so much
cargo and dead wait.
Cal, I've talked to
some of the mothers.
I mean, you've asked
12 boys not to go.
Honey, you're just going to
have to get off this tack
and decide whether
you want to go at all.
-Try Stanwood, Cal.
I'll talk to his dad.
-If you guys are going
to howl and fuss,
I'm going to the pizza parlor.
-Steaks are going on, Opal.
Ain't they?
I'm through playing
uncle, sweetheart.
-Promise?
-What you need is a
good sticking, boy.
-Do it.
-Are you guys gonna
stop, or do I--
-Go ahead, uncle.
Do it.
-I'm coming in.
Baby?
Baby?
-Captain Markwell, I presume.
-I thought you said
you were bringing
some of your gear, Stanwood.
-Ready to hate me?
A space opened up for me on
a charter flight to Athens.
-What do you mean?
-10 guys, 93 chicks--
would you pass that up?
-Where am I gonna find
someone by tomorrow?
-You'd rather go alone anyway.
Isn't that what you told me?
-Yeah, I can drop you
off up at the freeway.
-Better than just standing.
-Where you headed?
-Anywhere.
Anywhere but east.
-You ever done any sailing?
-Yeah.
A little.
-How'd you like
to sail to Hawaii?
-What's the cost?
-Nothing.
It's my boat.
-Even nothing costs something.
-My mom, she won't let me
go unless I take someone.
It's a small boat.
-Hawaii's over there, huh?
-Yeah, about 2,300 miles.
West.
-West.
-Spare parts top side, stays,
spreader, spreader tape,
halyard, turnbuckles,
radio batteries,
tape recorder, spare
batteries, tape.
-Check.
-First aid kit.
CAL: OK.
ARNOLD: Gauze.
Tape, sulfa, painter
levers, peroxide,
burn cream, plastic bandages.
-Check.
-Life raft and paddles.
-Check.
-Gibson girl.
-Gibson girl.
-What does she do?
-Sends out an SOS
signal like a radio.
-That's it, skipper.
Time to cast off.
-Oh.
Spare lemons.
I'll get them.
-Don't worry, mom.
-What, me worry?
-Get out of here.
-Let's go.
-Hey, fellas.
Hawaii!
BOTH: Hawaii.
-I sure hope we know
what we're doing.
-Cal could sail
around the world,
and I wouldn't lose
one hour's sleep.
He's topflight, Aggie.
He knows everything
I know, maybe more.
AGGIE: And I just wish we knew
more about that Orlando Jones.
ARNOLD: I thought Cal gave us
a pretty good profile on him--
classmate in lab science,
played football together.
AGGIE: They all
look alike to me.
We didn't even get a
chance to meet his parents.
-I don't remember
you actually saying
that you wanted to
meet his parents.
-Hey, you look better.
You got your color back.
-Yeah.
If I was white, I'd have
been green yesterday.
What's that all about?
-Oh.
This is a sexton.
It measures the altitude of
the sun above the horizon.
And when you put that
together with the time
and these nautical tables--
-That's where you're at.
-Right.
-Yeah, I'd like to try
some of that, captain.
-Sure.
When we get to some
smoother water.
We still have a couple
thousand miles to go.
-Man, have I got the hungries.
-Hey, those look beautiful.
Do you want to sail the boat?
-Yeah.
-Do you think you
can handle her?
-Oh, sure.
-OK, here.
OK, listen.
Keep the compass on that
mark, and keep the sails full.
-Aye aye, captain.
-Terrific.
We're 16 miles off course.
It's going to take half
the night to get back on.
-What, are you going
into the paratroopers?
-It keeps me attached in case
I take a header over the side.
I wouldn't be able
to swim fast enough,
and you don't know how to turn
this boat around in the wind.
-OK if I take a peek
through the sexton?
-No.
It's too rough.
-I sure wouldn't want
anything to happen to you.
You're the only one who
knows where we're at.
CAL: Well, folks, August 2.
Orlando-- we went a
little off course thanks
to Mother Hubbard, but
we're on the right track
now, zinging along.
We ate the rest of
that chicken, mom.
It was great stuff.
Talk to you tomorrow.
-Hey, uh, we're halfway there.
-Not quite.
A third, maybe.
How about breakfast?
You know, this
would be a good day
to get you into that sexton
and maybe some more sailing,
if you're interested.
-Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
I'm interested.
-Cockroach!
We got to keep a
cleaner kitchen, mate.
-It is clean.
-I can't afford to
get sick out here.
-You can't?
Hey, don't throw the
whole package away.
That's good cereal.
He wasn't in there.
-Well, you eat it.
Maybe you're used
to those things.
They gross me out.
-Easy fix.
-You're not ready for that yet.
Let's have it.
-I'm ready.
You just don't dig
me, do you, whitey?
-I'm not prejudiced.
-Got any more jokes?
-OK, so you didn't get
an equal opportunity.
I know that.
-Yeah, yeah.
That's a fact.
And this ain't no equal
opportunity boat neither.
You know something?
I got the same amount
of eyes as you.
Count them, two each.
And my brain is the
same size as yours.
Look, five fingers on each hand.
-Will you get off that stuff?
I know we're equal.
-You know how to say it, but you
don't know how to believe it.
-I don't care.
I don't care about
blacks or whites.
I don't give a damn
about you either way.
Did you ever think of that?
-Is that Flipper or
one of them bad guys?
-It's a blue-- a bad guy.
It's one of the dumber
sharks in the ocean.
He's just looking for a handout.
We're near the shipping lanes.
Those blue buggers tail
along behind the big ships
looking for garbage.
They'll gobble up anything
that makes a splash.
Anything.
We're averaging almost
100 miles a day.
Only 900 to go.
Hey Mom, I'm getting used
to your training bra.
I can see where it'd be a
comfort on longer solo trips.
Well, that's about all.
August 15, the
Goodship Lollipop.
Hey, what happened, man?
What's going on?
Look out!
Get the rifle.
-Yeah.
[GUNFIRE]
[GUNFIRE]
-Did you ever see anything
try to chew through aluminum?
-Hey man, that was the
bravest thing I ever seen,
you jumping in there.
-Thanks.
Orly.
-I was only thinking
about Mother Hubbard.
I need to sail around the world.
Nothing's gonna stop me.
-Wait.
Hold it.
Tie it off.
-What's wrong?
-I crossed up the sea gods.
I didn't have a
coin under the mast.
That's why we got hit.
-Are you jiving me?
-No.
Anyone that does not heed
that tradition gets lunged.
We gotta put a coin
under the mast.
Oh no.
Hey, that's your
lucky silver dollar.
-Just get the damn mast up.
Captain.
-OK.
All right.
That's good.
Anyway, we got
the mast up again.
I wouldn't trust it
sailing into the wind,
but it'll do until we
get to Hawaii, I hope.
We still have half of our
food and a third of our water,
so we're having a
mast-raising banquet.
Out.
Orly?
-Want a hit, Mother Hubbard?
Don't give me no
jive-preachin', straight lady.
We old enough to get
drafted and shafted,
we old enough to get
loose on the juice.
Mm-mm!
Smells edible there.
Mama, what you got cooking?
-Oh, it's your favorite, baby.
Home-fried, Kentucky-style
hockey pucks.
-Well, if Bobby Hull
can eat them, I can too.
-Who are you writing to?
-You'll laugh.
-No, I won't.
-Dear Abby.
-The lovelorn lady
in the newspaper?
[LAUGHING]
-Now, see there, man.
You promised.
-Does she solve any
of your problems?
-No.
-What's your problem now?
-I'll tell you about it.
Someday.
-Well, you'd have to know
more about him, Mr. Markwell.
-Well, I wish I knew
more, lieutenant.
I wish I didn't have
to bother you at all.
My wife wanted to take
Orlando's mother to lunch,
and she couldn't find
her, so she got scared.
You know how mothers are.
-You say she checked
all the school
districts in the
Los Angeles area.
-Yeah.
Right.
And when she found out there was
no Orlando B. Jones in my son's
school, she got pretty frantic.
-Well, we'll check
him out as far
as we can without fingerprints,
but if you think of anything
that would indicate
where he comes from,
it certainly would help.
-Right.
Lieutenant, that jersey there.
I think that Cal said that's
Gale Sayers' number, right?
-Chicago Bears, huh?
-We gotta secure
everything in here, Orly.
-How do we secure us?
-We're in for a little
weather, that's all.
Nothing to worry about.
I've been in worse stuff.
Besides, the sea
guides are on our side.
If not, your silver dollar
will be cheerfully refunded.
Orlando?
Here, take this.
-OK.
I got it.
-Hold the hatch!
-Cal?
Cal!
Cal!
Cal!
Cal!
Breathe.
Come on, Cal.
Breathe.
Come on, Cal.
You'll make it.
You've got to.
That's it.
That's it.
You're gonna make it.
Oh, man.
How does this thing SOS?
DJ (ON RADIO): You're
listening to the Ed Shepperd
Show, Shepperd
Show, BDEX Hawaii.
-Hey.
Hey, you hear that, Cali?
Hawaii calls.
We're almost there.
DJ (ON RADIO): Yes, sir.
A windy wet night
in sunny Honolulu.
But we've been assured that
this storm will be done
by breakfast, so don't cancel
your plans to go to the beach
tomorrow.
-I won't.
DJ (ON RADIO): F now
our twice-a-day bulletin
board for boaters.
To the schooner
"Marie," Coast Guard
reports your signals are weak.
To the catamaran "Sea
Cat" out of Oxnard,
your car will be at Pokai Bay.
To the sloop "Yes"
out of Marina Del Rey,
regards, hey, congratulations
from your parents.
You've been accepted
at Stanford.
Also to the "Yes"
and Orlando Parker.
-Parker?
DJ (ON RADIO): Please
call Lieutenant Matthews,
CI division, Los Angeles Police
Department, on your arrival.
To the catch "Golden Hawk,"
it's a grandson, nine pounds.
-Parker?
They got your number, Mr. Jones.
DJ (ON RADIO): And now back
to our full uninterrupted
three minutes of
Hawaiian holidays
from your sand and sea station--
-Wake up, buttercup.
Hey, hey.
Wake up.
Hey, hey.
Want some grits?
-Are we on course?
-Of course.
Hey, hey.
Take it easy, captain.
Nine out of 10 doctors
recommend staying
in bed when concussion strikes.
-Concussion?
-Yeah.
You've been bagging
Z's by the ton.
-We must be almost a
day or so from Hawaii.
-Yeah, right.
Mr. and Mrs. Markwell,
this is Orlando.
You've probably figured why
I've done what I've done.
And--
[CAL'S VOICE ON TAPE]
CAL (ON TAPE): If
Stanford doesn't take me,
I'm where I belong.
I want to keep on going.
Orly's OK, but he'll
get off at Hawaii.
I'm a loner, I guess.
Deep down, I guess I think I'm
better-- or different anyway.
Funny, you have a
lot of time to think
about differences out here.
All I want to do is
sail around the world.
Alone.
-How we doing?
-Peachy.
-Wow.
I've had so much sleep my
eyes are going to throw up.
-I already figured our position.
You've been hijacked, cap-i-tan.
-Who the hell do
you think you are?
Don't you know we're in
a different current now?
Our mast doesn't sail
into a head wind.
-So we sail south.
-Stupid coon.
You know how far it is to
the next grocery store?
-Well-- well, I don't
rightly know, massa Cal.
I-- I figure it's
near about 900 miles.
As the coon swims.
-I'm talking to an animal.
Fanning Island's 1,000 miles--
10 days, if the wind holds.
-Radio in Honolulu
had messages for us.
You've been accepted
at Stanford, honky.
Congratulations.
So maybe Captain Midnight
here done you a favor.
-My folks won't trust me
out in the rain after this.
To miss a landfall
as big as Hawaii,
you'd have to be the
dumbest sailor in the world.
-To err is human.
Here, maybe you'll
feel better after you
get into your security blanket.
That one's free, captain.
No charge.
-Why'd you change our course.
-Radio in Honolulu had a message
for me too from the police.
-What do they want you for?
-Murder.
I killed my uncle.
-It figures.
-That's a fact.
-You've been fishing
for two days.
Exactly how many
fish have you caught?
-What time is it?
-It's about 4 o'clock.
-4 o'clock?
Exactly none.
-Oh, this is the freeze dried
food we were counting on.
Water got to it in the storm.
-All of it?
-All of it.
August 24.
The breeze has fallen off.
Too light for Mother Hubbard.
No fish yet.
I'd even settle for
Stanford right now.
Great.
There goes half our water.
-Hey, man.
Why don't you take that
thing and just stuff it?
-It saved my life
and maybe yours.
-No, no.
I saved your stinking life.
Yeah, you were
floating dead out.
I dragged you in, wrapped
these fat, black lips
around your lillywhite
cheeks, and breathed you back.
Call yourself a loner.
Man, I've been loning it all my
life in the middle of nowhere,
with nothing and nobody helping.
Man, this thing's strung
clear back to your mommy.
You had your shot, honky.
-Orly?
I'm sorry.
-Is that a fact.
-That's a fact.
-The wind will pick up
pretty soon, won't it?
-We're heading for the equator.
Some of these calm
spots go on for days.
I knew we forgot something.
-What's that?
-Water skis.
[BOTH CHUCKLING]
-You don't happen to belong
to the auto club, do you?
-Is that it?
-Yep.
Dear Abby?
-Uh-huh.
-Ask her for some
wind, will you?
You know, I just don't
believe you killed anyone.
Not on purpose, anyway.
You couldn't even
kill the cockroach.
(SINGING) Hello
cockroach, my old friend.
You've come to
gross me out again.
And I know I don't
want you round no more.
ARNOLD: Right.
There's no cause for alarm yet.
But if you could inquire
on your teletype,
one of your island stations
might know something.
Well, they don't
have a two-way radio.
They have a Gibson girl.
They're about four days overdue.
-Seven.
-And with that heavy weather,
they might have blown south.
Thanks.
Yeah, I'm sorry to bother you.
Goodnight.
Well, that was strictly
for your benefit, dear,
because I am not worried.
-You're not worried?
Just me and your
lieutenant friend?
-Well, he's not worried.
-Well, we found out something
about that colored boy.
-Well, we found out that
the knifing was an accident.
-Well, then why did they
want him back in Chicago?
-Well, it's just
routine paperwork
to clear up the matter.
-If the good Lord ever
gets our boy to Hawaii,
we're selling that damn boat.
-Honey, calm down.
In a big storm,
he'll be two or three
days getting back on course.
And nobody's heard any SOSes.
-How far does that sing signal?
-100 miles during the day.
-Over 1,000 at night.
Hit the gaff and the line.
Spoiled food.
I was saving it for guests.
Looks like we got one.
When he gets near
the bait, shoot.
-Yeah.
-Wait.
Now!
[GUNFIRE]
-Hey, you got him, Marshal!
-Wait, wait.
Yeah.
I got him.
-Stay away from the mouth.
-We did it.
He's dead.
-I'll get a hammer
and make sure.
-(SCREAMING) Hey, Cal!
Hey, get this-- hey, Cal!
Get it off me.
-If I miss him
with the first, he
may bite all the way
through your leg.
When I shoot, he
may open his mouth.
You pull your leg out.
-Yeah, yeah.
[GUNSHOT]
-How are those pills working?
-Hey!
Hey, I'm in friendly skies.
-Well, are you up to some food?
-Is the Pope a Catholic?
-Some blue shark wine?
-Yeah.
-You Oreo.
-I don't want any
of them germs that
make you move to the suburbs.
-I thought I'd try some
lannard gas in the motor.
You keep loosening that
tourniquet every so often.
-OK.
Hey, don't go too fast.
I want to enjoy the scenery.
Oh, no, no.
That's a no no.
-You need a doctor, Orly.
-No, man.
The sulfur worked great.
There's gonna be a big
wind along tomorrow.
Hey.
Now, ladies and gentlemen,
direct from Las Vegas,
(SINGING) I'd rather be
a hammer than a nail.
Yes, I would.
If I could, I surely would.
I'd rather be a
sparrow than a snail.
Yes, I would.
If I could, I surely would.
Away, I'd rather sail away, like
a swan that's here and gone.
A man gets tied up to
the-- groun-- ground.
He gives the world its saddest
sound, its saddest sound.
I'd rather be a
forest than a street.
Yes I would.
If I could, I surely would.
I'd rath-- I'd rather be
the earth beneath my feet.
Yes, I would.
If I could, I surely would.
-Yee-ha!
Merry Christmas, Black Beauty.
ORLANDO: Man-- uncle
of mine, candy man.
I-- no, I want-- no, Mom--
Mom, you pushed the door.
I-- [MUMBLING]
Cal, I wouldn't kill anybody.
-Wake up, Orly.
Wake up.
Where's the Gibson, Orly?
-Hey, man.
You don't need any help.
-You're playing
with gangrene, Orly.
Where's the Gibson, Orly?
-I threw it overboard.
-When?
-When you were asleep.
-You stupid--
-Cal?
You think I'm going to die?
-No.
No such luck.
-Listen, if I don't
make it, you gotta
promise you'll keep
going all the way.
-You keep talking
like that, I don't
give a damn what happens to you.
-Ruin the trip, wouldn't it?
(SINGING WEAKLY) I'd rather
be a forest than a street.
Any more pills?
-Sorry.
-You gotta go all the way, Cali.
Around the whole world.
-Easy.
We're gonna make it.
So you better hang in.
[COUGHING]
-How long have you been adrift?
-Adrift?
I'm under sail to
Fanning Island.
-Well, then, you made it.
Fanning is right there.
-Fancy that.
-There's a colored boy
in here, unconscious.
Something's wrong with his leg.
-It's gangrene.
Shark bite.
-Mike.
-We'll get you both to
the hospital on Fanning.
-Just get him there.
I'll sail in.
-You sure you'll be all right?
-Do you know if I can
get a mast on Fanning?
-Well, it's not very likely.
It's a cocoa plantation.
But Christmas Island,
about a day south of here,
should have a mast
for you, I think.
Here's something to
rinse your teeth with.
-Oh, thank you.
Cast off.
-We'll see you on the island.
-Oh, Orly.
-The operator has
Christmas Island for you.
-Hello?
Is Calvin Markwell there?
Yeah, an American kid with
a sloop called the "Yes."
Yeah, that's right.
He tried to call me a couple of
days ago, but I couldn't talk.
Oh.
OK.
Thanks.
-He was not there?
-No, he sailed
southwest yesterday.
To Samoa.
Way to go, Cali.
-Are these yours?
-(CHUCKLING) Hey,
where'd you get--
-They were just given to me.
You thought it was your friend?
-No, it couldn't be.
CAL: But it is.
-Hey!
Captain Queeg!
-Captain Midnight.
Why, your mouth's as
big as a blue shark.
-I heard you were sailing south.
-The wing switched.
-No, the wind's out
of the north, chalkie.
-Hey, I talked to my folks.
-I'll bet they flipped.
-Ready for a good laugh?
They told me that another kid
was sailing around the world
in a sloop just
like mine, alone.
-So you got competition.
-Yeah.
It's not that big to me anymore.
-Hey, who are you kidding, man?
The "Yes" has got
to go all the way.
-I'm gonna go all the way.
-Well, you better.
Or I'll get Mr. Gross
to eat you alive.
-My folks said that Lieutenant
Matthews checked into your,
uh, accident.
-Yeah?
-That's what the police
called it, an accident.
You still have to
go back, though,
so they can close up the case.
But Lieutenant Matthews
said that everything's
going to be all right.
-Anything you say,
General Custer.
Hey, how'd you talk your
folks into letting you go on?
-Oh, well, I had a very
persuasive argument.
I told them I was going on.
Dad cabled me some money,
and Mom's counting her beads.
Still writing her?
-Oh, yeah.
Would you mail it for me?
-Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I'm picking up
a guy in Australia.
-Yeah?
-Yeah, he's meeting me
there in a couple of months.
-Yeah?
-Here's his airline ticket.
-No, Cal.
You gotta go alone
and prove something.
-That's something
I already know.
Maybe the other kid
doesn't know he can.
You and I, we can
prove something else.
About a couple of
guys that are--
-Different.
-Yeah.
So, get off your butt
and go to Chicago
and meet me in Australia,
or I'll kick you in the leg.
Will you?
OK.
I'll write you.
Are you sure you'll
be all right?
-I'll give you some
cream for that burn.
Close friend of yours, is he?
-No.
He's my brother.
-I see.
Yes, well, he's
coming along nicely.
-OK.
Thanks for everything.
I only wish we could
have saved all of him.
-All of him?
-Didn't anyone tell you?
The leg was totally necrotic,
a bacterial gangrene.
Mr. Markwell, apparently
he didn't want you to know.
Quite a lad, that one.
-That's a fact.
ORLANDO (VOICEOVER):
Dear Abby, we
made it, and
without your advice.
My friend and I had this little
problem of no food, no water,
no wind, nothing,
out in the big empty.
But we learned something you can
tell your sob-sister readers.
When you start quitting,
the dying begins.
Quitting is very
bad for your health.
And that's a fact.
Sincerely, Orlando B. Parker.
Oh, PS-- the reason
why I write you,
Abby, is kind of embarrassing.
You see, this shark
got me pregnant.
Now, should I tell my parents
or just try another pill?
-(SINGING) Away,
I'd rather sail away
like a swan that's
here and gone.
A man gets tied
up to the ground.
Gives the world its saddest
sound, its saddest sound.
BOTH: I'd rather be a
forest than a street.
Yes, I would.
If I only could, I surely would.
I'd rather feel the
earth beneath my feet.
Yes, I would.
If I only could, I surely would.