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Horation Nelson: Damned this endless waiting, Troubridge, it's putting years on me. I dreamed I'd been in England all those years ago, see the crowds rejoice and hear the churchbells ring.
Captain Troubridge: They'll ring again, sir.
Horation Nelson: Yes, but when?

Horation Nelson:
I suppose there are men who know how to live in the moment
But I am not one
What I want out of life, I want now
I cannot bear waiting for what must be done
It's as though I'm racing the hands of time
To achieve worthy before I am past my prime
Or I burn to be known as the hero in writing my story
Yet I sit becalmed
Like the nation impatiantly waiting for glory

In my mind I see pictures of home and long to return there
But if that could be
Within hours I'd be itching to roam
I couldn't bear wait to get back to see
Unfulfilled and frustrated but where is the cure?
For whatever I have I forever want someting more
It's this need to known as the hero in telling this story
Yet I sit becalmed
Like a nation impatiantly waiting for glory

Fanny Nisbet: Edmund, you're his father, you should know him. Would it really matter if Horatio never found the French?
Edmund Nelson: And if Bonaparte got through to India, yes, it would.
Fanny Nisbet: Bonaparte might have India, but at least I'd have my husband and you your son. Yet I know he sees these years waiting for a command as wasted.

Horation Nelson:
So am I a selfish man?
Am I living on pride?
Do I take every chance I can or forgo the tide?
It is better to never want anything much, resist every siren call?
Not give in to temptations of life or willingly fall
God alone knows but God knows I want it all

I am not the heroic ideal but physically fearless
As hero's should seem
But I can't help the way that I feel:
To be hailed as a hero was always my dream
While the stillnes around conceals my goal Should I give up the fight against for faith for it's in control
Bide my time and just to leave it to kismet to fashion my story
As I sit becalmed
Like the nation impatiantly waiting for glory

Horation Nelson: How long exactly do you think our water supply will last?
Captain Troubridge: Three days, maybe five. Sadly we have no friends in the mediteranean, sir.
Horation Nelson: Once when I was near these waters I was taught a lesson I shall never forget: to know my friends. Captain, I'd like you to take a dispatch to our embassy in Naples to be passed on to the queen. But Troubridge, it must go via one person alone: Lady Emma Hamilton. No one else, is that clear? Don't worry, Troubridge.

Horation Nelson:
I am no one's political toy
Abidable creature of intrigue and guile
Saying yes, meaning no as a ploy to boost my carreer
That isn't my style
But inside there is a part of me needs aclaim
If you win a great victory they never forget your name
If I die like a hero will that make a more epic story
Than to sit becalmed
Like the nation impatiantly waiting for something a little like glory

Fanny Nisbet: If only things were different between us.
Edmund Nelson: Perhaps if you praised him a little more…
Fanny Nisbet: The whole country praises Horation Nelson. He's satisfied enough in his knighthood, his ribbons, his medals.
Edmund Nelson: Well, you must try to understand him Fanny, he's told me your letters are all fearfulness.
Fanny Nisbet: Why can't his wonderful and daring actions be left to others? Our marriage is made a torment to me. I am so alone.

So am I a selfish man?
Am I living on pride?
Do I take every chance I can or forgo the tide?
With so much to be done I've no time for the games other men may play
Just fresh water and food for my crew and then underway
God forgive me, in war it's better to eat than pray

Horation Nelson:
I must always be careful to hide my desperate fears
For the lives in my hands
I have no one in whom to confide
For evryone looks to the one in command
Yet it's frightning that I truely come alive
As it that my love or [???]
I pray history calls me a hero in telling my story
As I sit becalmed
Not a breeze, not a breath—waiting for death or a life of glory

Captain Troubridge: Sir, a signal is just now made that the enemy is at Abu Kir Bay and moored in line of battle.
Horation Nelson: Praise Almighty God for this news and tell the men that by this time tomorrow I've either gained a peerage or a tomb in Westminister Abbey.

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