When Captain Jack, at 18:50 minutes in, finally enunciates that isolated sentence outside the cavern of his self-absorbed chest, he renders the greatest critique of Russell Crowe's rendition of him.
When you read the one star ratings, note how many of them complain of the audio.
This is Crowe's weakest performance, by far. In such a great drama, from such great seas and such a great novel, with all other actors clarion in their delivery, Crowe mutters his self-importance into the lap dog of his upper respiratory so that the only one who can touch tune forks to his utterances are him and him, alone. And he, Crowe, portraying a fiddler - artists above all others knowing how to broadcast sound outward from an instrument's resonant chamber.
Self absorbed, Russ! "What did he just say?" Pause.
Oh, well, since this midshipman responded with "___," the Captain must have said "_____" in the blank. Maybe I don't need Closed Caption after all to support Captain Crowe's caged muttering.
His performance, amid all of the great ones, was most feeble.
Watch this great movie again, and hear how perfectly all others project. Almost as if they were imploring him via example to: "Speak outward, broad shouldered man. Speak out!."