I took it off an Atoller refugee camp.
The life savings of the entire clan.
Paper. [Babbles]
It's paper. Have you ever seen paper? Look at it.
Smell it.
I been savin' it for a special trade.
Don't you do it.
You know, maybe I'm talkin' to the wrong person here.
Whose boat is this? Is it your boat or your boat?
No. No, it's his boat. But he doesn't own us.
Half an hour.
[Mumbling, Babbling] Out of his mind somethin' there.
I got two pages in here, man! I mean, I'd get half a dozen girls with this, you know.
Half an hour.
- You tradin' or not? - Don't.
Shut up.
Okay.
Forty-five minutes with the wee one right there.
I like to do the talkin', if you know what I mean.
No!
Fair. Come, come, come, come, come!
No. My boat.
- Fair enough. Fair enough. Good, good, good. Aye. - Helen.
- Sit down. - Enola, just do as he says.
[Chuckling]
It's been a while for me now.
Guess it's been more than a while, actually.
I've only got half an hour. [Repeating] Half an hour, half an hour, half an hour...
[Mumbles] Great, great, great...
[Gasps] Ooh! You're so beautiful. Aye! Anyone ever told you that?
Give me that. What are you doin'? It's just a game.
Oh, I, um... I, uh... We was just playin'.
The trade's off.
I changed my mind.
Well, um... Well, you can't do that.
I mean, a deal's a deal, eh?
I just did.
Hey!
She's mine. Aye. No. No, no I own her. But... No.
- Go on. - Get, get, get. Go, go, go. Good, good.
But don't go too far now. This won't take but a minute.
I hate this boat. I hate this boat!
You bastard.
You... You're pretty stingy for a man who's got everything, aren't ya now?
Oh-h-h. Ohh.
- [Yells] - [Crashing]
[Drifter] Ah, you bastard!
[Banging, Crashing Continue]
Where's me boat?
[Mumbling]
Help me to me boat.
Ow! Me boat.
Me boat.
[Helen] What the... No!
Never catch anything with this. It's useless.
[Helen Gasps]
Look, I'm sorry. You were right about the pole.
You were right, but we have to eat.
Now I know you can hear me!
Now we can fish for ourselves. You show us what to do.
You must know how. Even you gotta eat!
You just sit there.
- What... - [Mumbling] I don't know.
Happy now?
## [Humming]
## [Humming Continues]
You don't like my singing, do you?
Helen says you don't like my singing 'cause you can't sing.
- Ever try and listen? - To what?
The sound of the world.
- I don't hear anything. - That's because you're too loud,
and you're movin' around all the time.
Try sittin' still.
Eyeball?
I wish I had feet like his.
Then maybe I could swim.
Enola.
[Burps] Sorry.
Never met a person couldn't swim before.
I can't.
People say I was weird.
Maybe they were right.
Maybe they were right about you too.
Enola wanted to give you this.
And this.
She won't take it again.
You don't look much like her.
- Well, I'm not her mother, if that's what you're asking. - You act like it.
What are those marks on her back?
Nothing. They're just fanciful things.
- Like what she draws? - She draws what she sees.
She's like a mirror.
People on the atoll thought she was a...
Freak?
Uh-huh. Yeah.
I just thought she was special.
I'm not givin' it to her. It's just...
A loan.
Yeah. I'm not givin' it to her.
Is Dryland beautiful?
You'll see.
[Enola Laughing, Giggling]
- Enola? - [Laughing]
Enola, what are you doing?
- Those monsters'll kill her! - No, they're asleep now.
Hands around my neck.
Let the water tell your arms and legs how to move.
We're goin' down. Hold your breath.
- What is it? - What is it?
Barter outpost.
You said we'd get to Dryland today.
Today. Tomorrow. What's it matter?
I need resin.
- What is that? - It's PortuGreek. Their own language.
Or so I thought.
Ah.
There's my girl. Yeah.
Howdy, darlin'. Come on in here now.
- What's going on? - Smokers.
What the hell?
He's spotted us. Sound it!
Sound it! Sound it! Sound it! Sound it!
Yahoo!
[Helen] Enola!
- [Bullets Whizzing By] - [Grunting]
Starboard side! Now!
Get in the chair!
Watch it. He's clearin' the net.
Go to the helm.
- Get the centerboard! - Centerboard?
What centerboard? I don't know what to do!
It's too late. Over here!
[Screaming, Yelling]
No!
Gimme that rifle. Boy, if you wanna do somethin' right,
you've got to do it yourself.
[Whispers] All right.
- I winged him. - I say we load...
all the go-juice onto one boat and run the freak down.
You can't catch him in ten boats, and you wanna send just one?
Well, I pray that you're jokin'.
Bring me the trackers.
He's hurt.
It's not what you think. They weren't after her.
- I saw what I saw. - What?
No more lies.
- [Shrieks] - What are the marks on her back?
People say it's the way to Dryland.
Dryland's a myth!
No! You said so yourself that you know where it is.
You did.
You're a fool to believe in something you've never seen before.
I've seen it. I've touched it! Dirt that was richer and darker than yours.
It was in the basket we found Enola in!
- It doesn't exist! - Well, how can you be so sure?
Because I've sailed farther than most have dreamed, and I've never seen it.
But the things on your boat!
"Things on my boat" what?
There are things on your boat that nobody has ever seen!
What are these shells?
And that reflecting glass?
And th-the music box? That...
Well, if not from Dryland, then where? Wh-Where?
You wanna see Dryland?
You really wanna see it?
I'll take you to Dryland.
Get in.
- Well, what about Enola? - There's only air for one.
- Get in the water. - It'll be all right.
Don't touch anything.
Okay?
I didn't know.
All this time...
I didn't know.
Nobody does.
Can you get us outta here?
I'd say there're two chances o' that.
- Hey! - No way and no how.
Shoulda bought me that drink. Come on!
This way. Come on!
[Men Yelling, Cheering]
Proper introductions first.
I'm the Deacon.
[Men Laughing]
If you don't recall the face, perhaps it's 'cause I didn't always look like this.
Now, ahem, I suspect she's somewhere real close.
So we can tear this boat apart lookin' for her, but I'd rather somebody tell me where she is.
And the first one that does that, lives.
And the runner-up... Well, actually, there are no runners-up.
Oh, sweet Joe, I love this part.
Choose 'em. One, two. Live or die.
You know, personally,
I'd rather shoot the sperm-of-the-devil here.
Huh? But you know somethin'?
I don't think you're gonna tell me, are ya?
Huh? Too bad.
Come on, eh? What do you say?
She's not your kind.
You don't even have a kind.
If you say it, he'll still kill us both.
[Deacon Grunts]
Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
If you don't tell me,
I swear to Poseidon I will torch your boat.
Refresh my memory. What happens when neither of 'em talks?
- Never happened before. - Never happened before.
[Sighs] All right!
If they won't tell us where she is, do 'em! Both of 'em! Kill 'em now! [Fires Gun]
- No! - [Helen] No!
So gullible! Bring her here.
[Men Cheering, Shouting]
- Take and ye shall receive! - [Helen] No! Leave her!
So ends your daily sermonette! [Laughing]
All we gotta do is figure out this map. Turn her upside down.
- Does that mean anything to you? - No.
[Deacon] We'll figure it out back at the 'Deez. Back at the 'Deez, boys.
Careful with her. Careful with her!
- What about them? - Do 'em both.
Torch the boat.
We have to go under!
No, I can't breath like you!
I'll breathe for both of us.
[Man] Whoo!
[Enola] Helen!
Helen, help! Helen! Helen!
My boat.
Enola.
[Door Opens]
What is this? Get those chains off her.
What are we, barbarians here?
Goodness gracious. Sakes alive.
Come on. Outta here, you big, nasty animal, you!
Well, rub-a-dub-dub. [Chuckles]
You wanna come over here and sit on my lap?
No? Ahem.
How 'bout a cigarette?
Nothin' like a good smoke if you miss your mom.
Never too young to start.
No. Well, I got somethin' right here I know you'd like.
Like to draw, don't you? Huh?
Huh? Now they're yours...
if you help me with just one problem, all right?
Now, ahem... Now that tattoo on your back... Ahem.
I've been told that, uh... that's actually a map?
It's the way to Dryland.
Now we're gettin' someplace.
Could you teach me how to read that?
Setback.
Well, have you ever heard any of your friends talk about it?
You know, like your mommy or your pet fish? Did he say anything?
You shouldn't make fun of him. He wouldn't like it.
Girl, I don't give a shit what he'd like. He took out my eye.
And if I ever see him again, I'm gonna cut open his head and eat his brains!
You think he'd like that?
Can't kill him. He's even meaner than you are.
But he's not here.
And he ain't comin'.
And no one's gonna save you.
He'll come for me. He will.
Then you better tell me what I wanna know or he can see what's left of you...
in a goddamn jar.
We're going to die here, aren't we?
Aren't we?
After the atoll,
when I offered myself to you,
why didn't you take me?
'Cause you didn't really want me.
Not really.
Have I been asleep long?
I was dreaming.
It's funny.
I always thought Dryland floated.
That it drifted with the wind. That's why it was so hard to find.
Why did you believe in it so much?
Because we weren't made for the sea.
Got hands... and feet.
We're supposed to walk.
I miss her sound.
Don't you?
[Gregor] Helen!
He... No, no, no. Helen, up here. Above you!
- [Chuckling] - [Helen] Gregor!
[Chuckling Continues]
Smart thinking to burn your boat.
Without the smoke, I never would have found you.
Who's that with you?
Ichthyus Sapien, is that really you?
I'll throw the rope down. You catch it. I'll help you climb up.
Helen. Where's Enola?
Smokers took her. They'd have me too if it weren't for him.
My friend, thank you. Very human of you.
Go grab your things quickly. Quickly. Come.
[Gregor] You see? Right down there.
There's several of us survivors. We'll just start over again.
[Man] You can't ask us to go get her!
[Woman] Enola's the reason we're in all this trouble.
[Helen] They don't have any reason to kill her. They need to find Dryland just like we do.
- Of course. - [Helen] If the Mariner's willing to go, why not us?
[Woman] If he wants to go, then let him!
[Woman #2] We don't want you here! You or the girl!
Helen. The papers the Mariner brought you...
It's the same language the tattoo is written in. They're numbers.
- [Man] Gregor, you're as crazy as she is! - [Woman] We can't stay here!
We're wasting valuable time. More Smokers will come. We need to be moving now!
My friends, don't you see we need this child if we want to find Dryland?
- I'm not goin'. - Nobody is.
[Woman] We've seen their smoke on the horizon!
- Know what that is yet? - The numbers? Yes, I think I do.
It seems to be some ancient form of geographic location: Latitude, longitude.
It doesn't make sense, though. The numbers, they seem to be backwards or something.
- It's upside down. - The world?
The poles have reversed themselves?
I've been mappin' the cities below.
The world wasn't created in a deluge. It was covered by it.
- [Man] That's blasphemy! - [Helen] No, it's true.
I've seen it with my own eyes. There is land. It's right under our keel.
- None of it's dry anymore. - Some is.
Enola's been there. I know that now. I saw what she drew.
So that's why he's going after Enola... to find Dryland.
I don't care about Dryland.
This is ridiculous. Going after the Smokers?
He doesn't even know which direction they came from.
- [Man] I say let him go. - [Woman] We're better off without them anyway!
If she's alive, I'll bring her back to you.
[Woman] Forget the mute-o, Helen. If he brings her back, they'll kill us!
I can't stand it. We gotta go help him. I can't ask him to do this alone.
Oh, don't worry, my dear. You're not going to have to.
[Deacon] You got that tattoo figured out yet?
It would be easier if it was flat... big and flat.
- It needs to be flat. - What you got in mind?
Well, you cut it off her back. You stretch it, mount it.
- Give us a proper look. - Take her down below until I holler.
Saint Joe, we're close.
After centuries of shame.
[Scraping]
[Distant Shouting]
[Distant Laughter]
[Crowd Shouting]
- They're gettin' ugly. - Don't I know it.
Announce me, cousin.
[Crowd Chanting]
- [Microphone Popping] - Hey. Here he is.
[Crowd] Deacon!
Rise up, brothers and sisters.
Turn your eyes and open your hearts...
to your humble benefactor,
your spiritual shepherd and dictator for life,
the Deacon of the 'Deez.
[Crowd Cheering]
[Cheering Continues]
- Look out! - It's mine! It's mine!
[Confused Shouting]
- Deacon! - Wahoo!
Children. Children of the provider.
Citizens of the good ship. Please now, hear me speak.
- I've had a vision. - [Man] Yeah, we're tired of your visions!
What about the land you promised us?
[Crowd] Yeah! Yeah!
[Deacon] O ye of little faith.
I've had a vision so great...
that as it came to me, I wept.
- And in this splenditudinous figment of wonder, - Is that Bone's ride?
- Is that blood on the seat? - I saw...
And you know what it is that I saw.
I saw... the land.
[Cheering]
[Gasping]
[Crowd Chanting]
- Horse, that you? - [Engine Revving]
Look, just bring it in slow, okay? I don't have all day.
- [Engine Revs] - Horse!
Just bring it up slow.
I said slow! [Screams]
Shouldn't be doing that. You're gonna get in trouble.
Ha. That's right.
You're not afraid. You've got your pet freak comin' to rescue you.
He's not a freak, and he can take you anytime.
He's killed dozens of people, and he doesn't have any mercy or anything.
He even kills little girls.
Haven't we all?
Shit.
It's Horse.
- Find him. Find him! - Come on!
- [Crowd Chanting] - Yes! Yes! Yes!
- Come on. - Gettin' nervous, aren't you?
I don't get nervous.
[Deacon] And if there's a river, we'll dam it.
And if there's a tree, we'll ram it.
'Cause I'm talkin' progress here.
Yes, sir. I'm talkin' development.
- [Man] Yeah! - For we shall suck and savor...
the sweet flavor of Dryland.
- [Crowd Whistling] - [Enola] Face is all red.
- [Deacon Continues Faintly] - Helen said with anybody that has a face that red,
he's had too much sun or too much to drink.
- All right, that's it. I'm gonna burn your face. - Almost time.
- [Clanging] - What's up? - We're just talkin' about our friend.
- [Doctor] What's his name? - [Enola] He doesn't have a name.
So death can't find him.
Nah-nah.
Doesn't have a home or people to care for.
He's not afraid of anything, men least of all.
He's fast and strong like a big wind.
He can hear a hundred miles and see a hundred miles underwater.
- [Gagging] - He can hide in the shadow of the noon sun.
He could be right behind you, and you won't even know it 'til you're dead!
Give it a rest.
He'll come for me. He will.
- [Deacon Addressing Crowd] We are the people... - Yeah?
- Well, I hope he does. - [Deacon] The Lord's creation.
Remember you said that.
[Deacon Continues] Look at us.
- Look at us here today. - [Man] Yeah!
Dryland is not just our destination,
but it is our destiny!
[Cheering, Whistling]
Find him. Find him!
How can I find...
this glorious place?
And he said to me:
"A child shall lead you. "
A child.
- And behold! - It's time.
The instrument of our salvation!
[Crowd Cheering]
[Deacon] Our guide in the wild.
[Deacon] Our beacon in the darkness.
Turn her around, Nord.
She has shown me the path!
[Cheering]
And before the holy-most moment is upon us,
let's sacrifice one to old Saint Joe.
And let's get this tub of shit up to speed.
Yep.
[Wild Cheering]
Pull!
- Pull! - Pull!
- Pull. - Pull!
Ow.
- So which way we rowin'? - I don't have a goddamn clue.
[Laughs] Don't worry.
They'll row for a month before they figure out I'm fakin' it.
But, um, wh-wh...
Oh, you want details. Well, I'm not tellin' these savages...
that we haven't solved the map yet.
I promised them results, and I'll get 'em if I gotta cut 'em out of her goddamn back.
Who is that? Who is that?
Maybe one of the spare rowers?
Why aren't you rowin'?
- It's him. - It is him.
You guys are in so much trouble.
Well, I'll be damned. It's the gentleman guppy.
You know, he's like a turd that won't flush.
I want the girl.
You know, I thought you were stupid, friend.
- [Gun Cocking] - But I underestimated you.
You're a total freakin' retard.
[Laughing]
I want the girl. That's all.
Well, what on this screwed-up Earth makes you think you're gonna get her?
You know what this is?
I drop it, you burn.
- We all burn. - Now wait, wait, wait, wait.
Ahem. Let's not do anything rash here.
I mean, uh, are you sure she's worth all this?
She never does stop talkin'. She never shuts up.
- I noticed. - What is it then?
Huh? It's the map.
She's my friend.
Golly gee. A single tear rolls down my cheek.
I mean, you're gonna die for your friend.
If it comes to that.
- He's bluffing. I'll kill him. - He's not bluffing. He never bluffs.
Shut up!
I don't... I-I... I don't think you're gonna drop that torch, my friend.
- Why not? - Because you're not crazy.
No!
Oh, thank God.
[Screaming]
[Gunfire]
[Smoker] Look out! [Screaming]
Get him!
Let's go, goddamn it!
- [Screaming] - Don't just stand there! Kill somethin'!
Was this your big vision?
[Screaming]
Oh, yeah! I've always wanted to drive this monster.
There he is! There he is!
That's him! There!
[Shrieks]
[Screaming]
[Enola] No! Let go!
[Explosion]
[Enola] Let go!
- [Enola] Let me go! Let go! - [Deacon] Pilot!
- [Enola] Let me go!
- [Mariner Cocking Gun] - Let go!
Let go-o-o-o!
[Laughing] You should've stayed underwater.
[Clicks Twice]
Oh!
Now you know how to fly an airplane? You're lucky I do.
Ow! Now you stop it! You behave yourself now!
[Explosions]
- Oh! - [Mariner Grunting]
[Explosion]
[Helen] It's going down.
- You can see it sinking. - Gregor, bring us right down on top of it.
- Hurry, Gregor! - [Gregor] Don't worry.
Hurry.
[Clanging, Rumbling]
Enola! Up here!
Grab on!
[Gregor] Are they on yet?
- [Gregor] What is it? - [Helen] I don't know!
No!
Gotcha! I'm gonna rip your cute little lungs out.
[Yelling]
[Enraged Shout]
Pull! Almost.
[Helen, Gregor Laughing]
[Explosion]
- [Shrieks] - [Helen] No!
- [Enola Screaming] - [Helen] No! Enola!
Saint Joe. Hole in one.
- Helen! - [Helen] No! Enola! - [Gregor] Helen!
Hey! Hey!
Ohh. Oh, no! Quick! What are we gonna do?
Hyah! Hyah!
Tie this off.
- [Gregor] Hurry! - Tie it!
- Got it! - [Enola] Ah!
[Screaming]
Get 'em up now.
- [Enola Grunting] - [Gregor Laughing]
- [Gregor] Of course! North is south. - What?
- South is north. - I was swimming.
- I saw. - [Gregor] My friends.
My friends, look.
If I take a bearing from the sun and reverse the coordinates on Enola's back,
then Dryland is that way!
[Sea Gull Chattering]
- [Helen Laughing] - It's fresh!
All of this! It's fresh!
[Helen Shrieks]
[Laughing]
No! [Laughing]
[Helen] Whoo! Whoo!
I found something!
Maybe we should put them under the dirt.
I think it was their way.
[Gregor] They must have known they were dying.
[Helen Laughing]
[Winding Key]
I'm home.
- Where's the Mariner? - He was outside.
Wait. Wait! I want to show you this.
[Birds Chirping Loudly]
[Hoofbeats]
[Whinnying]
[Birds Twittering, Chirping]
First time in your life you got nothin' to say?
Enola, I have to go now.
But you came back for me.
I like you.
Why are you leaving?
- I don't belong here. I belong out there. - You belong here.
It's too strange here. It doesn't move right.
Helen said that it's only land sickness.
We're all feeling it. It'll go away soon.
It's more than that.
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