if you were on the Bounty what would you have done?

Rebelled. I wouldn't agree to a 2nd trip around Cape Horn, but then again apparently that's not what actually went down, so who knows.

"Well...I've seen enough. Come on Charlie, we're going home."

Wrong answer given they all ended up dying violent deaths on a desolate island in the middle of nowhere.

I would have stayed loyal. The men had responsibilities as officers and sailors of the British Merchant Navy. By rebelling under selfish circumstances, they deserved the worst. Even the Tahitian king knew they did the wrong thing. And in the end the loyal men ended up alive despite their hardships. Whereas the mutineers died terrible deaths with the exception of one.

"You'll Believe A Man Can Fly!" - Superman: The Movie

What are you kiddin' me? Stay on a stinkin' boat with even stinkier miserable men or loll about on an island with those stunning ladies? Stupid question, bro.

I don't really know.

I'm tempted to say stay with Bligh, but maybe that's just because they survived?

I would want to return to Europe myself. I would only live out the rest of my life on that island in paranoia of the men killing me in my sleep or wake up with a British Naval ship anchored and a musket in my face if i was to stay with Fletcher Christain.

Also I would not want to witness the child-abuse on Christian's island, I would go mad and kill everyone. You need to remember that there would be no laws on the island so anarchy would ensue...

I think i would have stayed loyal with the captain, or at least remained impartial and not take active part in the muntiny had i not already been put into the loyalist camp already by the mutineers. Christian seemed like a popular character because of his easy going approach and Bligh could sometimes be a crazed person. Thinking about the mutiny logically through hindsight it seemed like an stupid plan, but maybe during the time it was more of an emotional need to rebel rather than an intellectual need.

Depends on my position aboard.

COMMAND: If I'm in command, I would not have relieved Mr. Fryer simply because we couldn't make it around Cape Horn. I don't know if I would've attempted it, but I'm pretty daring and I might've given it a go. If we don't make it, no problem. We head for Tahiti.

Then, after the first night of partying there, I order all hands back aboard the ship, and I make it a policy that if any sailor that's not aboard the Bounty at 7 bells in the morning for muster will be lashed. I leave the botanist there with his breadfruit plants, maybe an assistant or two (officers).

Then, we set sail for the Cook Islands, maybe head for Australia or something. We come back in two to three weeks. But during the voyage any sailor that shirks his duties, or so much as slacks off on duty, will not be granted liberty to the island (and I'll take away his grog for a day or two so that he remembers his situation). I'll give the lads a couple days of liberty, but they must report for muster at 7 bells or face the lash.

Bright and early on the third morning, we set sail for wherever. We're patrolling for pirates or something. Repeat that for the months it takes that the botanist is happy that his trees are grown for the final voyage.

By the time this is all done, my men will be focused like a razor to get to Jamaica as soon as they can to finish the mission and get home to Britain. There will be no mutiny, because I have a unity of command, and I've got the crew focused on the mission.

CREW: Very hard to say. Whether I'm an officer or a pressed sailor, the fact that Bligh didn't do the above changes the situation. I might've forgot myself, found a Tahitian woman, and forgot that I was an Englishman. I'd like to think I'm not a mutineer, but I don't know what I might've done under those circumstances.

Because you see, if I'm a simple crewman, and not a petty officer, it's likely I might've been pressed into service. By then, it's 1787 and Britain has been at war lately with France, and I'm probably a sailor that, while he likes to go to sea, doesn't want to face cannon-fire all the time. I probably can't read, I'm probably unmarried, and I know I'm going to make jack-squat on this voyage when we get home. During the voyage, it's hard, athletic work, and the sea is a cruel, fickle mistress. It's hard work, bad food, a cup of grog a day, and a few shillings in my pocket at the end...for what?

Then we get to Tahiti, and there is a beautiful woman who wants to hump my brains out. Great food, awesome weather, freakin' Paradise on Earth. And the Captain hasn't the sense to keep good order.

But maybe I'm married back home. Maybe I'm a petty officer, like a carpenter or carpenter's mate, maybe a gunner or gunner's mate. Maybe I'm an able-seaman, so my prospects seem a bit brighter if I stay with the Captain. After all, I have a wife and children to go home to. They're counting on me to come home.

Hear hear!