it,
because you're so miserable.
Now off you go and see Ratbag.
Captain Hayes will look after me,
won't you, Captain?
Excuse me.
Your husband will recover soon enough
when he sets foot on solid ground,
ma'am.
He's not my husband. Not yet.
Do you know the missionary life?
Can't say that I do, ma'am.
But you know the mission stations?
The missionaries?
Yes, most of them.
Then you know what it's like.
It's quiet.
Can you see me as a missionary?
Let's say I wouldn't want to see you
as a missionary.
Do you come for the cure?
We'll fix you up all right, Reverend.
You're confident that you can cure me?
- Captain Hayes.
- Yes?
I recently lost my father.
- I'm sorry.
- Thank you.
He left me a small inheritance.
I've never really known
what to do with the money.
Nathaniel knows very little
about money matters.
I should like very much to invest
in your trading company.
- I couldn't take your money, ma'am.
- Couldn't I become a stockholder?
I couldn't guarantee your investment.
Ships go down. Cargoes get lost.
It's a risky business.
But isn't that the nature
of an investment?
Putting something at risk
in order to gain a substantial return?
Yes, ma'am.
Here's to a long and fruitful partnership.
I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention
anything to Nathaniel.
I can't guarantee
he'd be as trusting as I am.
It's our secret, ma'am.
Nathaniel!
Big man God! Big man God!
Mama Jesus Christ!
Moaka, what is the matter?
Boat! Much boat!
Moaka, please do not refer
to the Reverend and I
as "Big Man God"
and "Mama Jesus Christ."
You're putting your soul in jeopardy.
Much white man. Amen man.
It's Nathaniel!
You're not telling us a fib, are you?
Much boat!
It is Nathaniel!
Edgar, go and get my parasol
and put on your coat.
This is our farewell then, miss.
But not for long, I hope.
You'll be back to see us,
won't you, Captain?
You may rely on that.
Take care of my investment.
As if it were my own, ma'am.
Go easy with that desk! It's fragile!
All the way from Boston
to be damaged at the last moment.
Thank you.
Your men are better suited
to the handling of sacks of coal
than fine furniture, Captain.
Your desk ain't hurt.
Anyway, we delivered you safely,
didn't we, Reverend?
I am not a reverend. Not yet.
Closer to a reverend
than we've had on this ship.
I would like to say
it had been a pleasant voyage,
- however...
- However, Miss Sophie enjoyed it.
You have a very fine woman there.
Yes, I had noticed
how much you enjoyed her company.
You need not tell me of her qualities,
nor indeed how fortunate I am
in having won her hand.
Farewell, Captain.
I hope you can hold on to her.
I wouldn't let it worry you.
Slipped, God's truth.
Nathaniel, what happened?
Nothing, just a little slip.
Welcome to paradise. Shall we?
Nathaniel!
Nathaniel!
Aunt Katherine.
- Uncle.
- Good to see you, my boy.
And this is my Sophie.
Sophie?
My uncle. My aunt.
The Reverend and Mrs. Williamson.
- Hello.
- How do you do, Sophie?
We've heard so much about you
in Nathaniel's letters, haven't we, dear?
Yes, we have.
Welcome.
You look as though
you might've left something behind.
Don't be an idiot, Blake.
And what does one do
when one is not converting islanders?
We teach the word of God.
- Do they speak English?
- Not at all.
The word of God transcends language.
So I've heard.
- Nathaniel, what's the matter?
- My watch.
Those thieves stole my watch
when I took that stupid cure.
Who were these people, Nathaniel?
Who did you travel with?
- An absolute rogue...
- A charming man, called...
Bully Hayes.
Bully Hayes!
May the Lord be praised
you're here in safety.
Bully Hayes is a cutthroat
and a brigand.
He and men like him
are what's turning the Pacific
from a paradise into an abomination.
The man's a vile blackbirder!
- Blackbirder?
- A slaver.
Trafficker in human misery.
Oh, yes, you are most fortunate
to have lost only your watch.
Most fortunate