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'The future.

'The polar ice caps have melted,

'covering the earth with water.

'Those who survived

'have adapted to a new world.'

Ah!

Bad luck, English.

But the Slavers are producing a good grade epoxy these days.

Cost you a handful of dirt or maybe that wind chime.

- What are you doing here? - Just waiting.

Take your hand off the sail.

Take it off!

I've seen your boat before. Haven't seen you.

Took it legal.

The previous owner was dead on the tiller when I found it.

You had another hour before I traded up again.

- Just improving my means. - Well, I owe you, then.

No, thanks. I got all the supplies I need.

Just came from an atoll.

Eight days east, if you are interested.

Two Drifters meet. Something needs to be exchanged.

I know the code, but I'll give you this one for free.

Nothing's free in Waterworld.

Yeah.

Smokers.

Just enough wind to get away clean.

Forget the bag!

It's not worth it. You'll never make it with your sails down.

Hey!

Ha-ha-ha!

What can I say?

Joe, he's going for it.

What the hell...?

Never seen that before.

Here we go! Go! Drive! Drive!

Faster! Faster!

Whoo!

Come on! He's gonna get it!

- Go! - Get him! Get him!

Oh, fuck! Shit!

No!

No! Argh!

Argh!

Inbound! Straight out from the gates!

Inglês!

Flags down, Drifter. We've got enough traders.

- What does he have? - What's he got?

Dirt!

Open the gates!

Bones to berries, veins to vine.

These tendons to trees, this blood to brine.

Too old she was. This woman does leave us,

recycled and enshrined in the presence of him who leads us.

My eyes! That hurts!

What is that?

You know me?

- I know what you are. - Good.

Then you know if you look for trouble here,

you'll find more than you can handle. You've got two hours.

I'll only need one.

He's coming over here.

- Me! - You each get one

if everything's here when I get back.

Look at that.

Pure dirt.

3.2 kilos.

How d'you come by so much of it?

Another atoll 30 horizons west of here.

- Where'd they get it? - They didn't say.

We heard about that place. Heard they was all killed.

- That's why they didn't say. - Smokers?

Maybe Smokers, maybe Slavers.

So what's it worth? We trading or not?

We'll tally it like...

pure hydro.

Works out to...62 chits.

I want twice that.

- I just want one sip of hydro. - No, not till you tell me.

She's got inkings on her back. I seen her.

They say if you read the marks on the child,

they'll lead you all the way to Dryland.

- Dryland's a myth. - Aw, some still believe.

They say the Smokers even got an eye out for her.

Well, then, we better keep it to ourselves.

- Help you? - Yeah.

- Where's the store? - You found it.

You don't have much.

You the man with the dirt?

Skol.

- One more. - Make it two.

A man this rich will buy for a fellow outwater, I'm sure.

One.

That's an interesting pair of boots you've got.

- Trade? - No.

Shame.

That's her.

Enola, hey, what are you doing?

- No, you can't have that. - I need another piece to draw some more.

I'll give it to you. Just stay in the back.

With all those chits, you could order up a bath.

- Why are you talking to me? - Just being friendly.

- Is that a tomato plant? - Yeah.

- You have a keen eye. - I saw one in a picture. How much?

Half your chits.

- I'll take them, too. - Take what? You bought everything.

I'll take them shelves.

So, what did you see out there in your 15 months?

- Such as? - An end to all this water.

You're asking the wrong person.

- The one they buried today. - Uh-huh?

She found the only end there is.

I've got a proposition for you, Mariner.

I'm not staying.

Oh, we're not asking you to. All we want is your seed.

We can look to our own for impregnation,

but too much of that sort of thing gets... undesirable.

When she's pregnant, you go on your way with all the supplies you need.

You don't have anything. You're dying.

No man stays out that long and turns down a woman.

He's hiding something.

Maybe he's a Smoker spy.

When the Elders say so, you can leave. And not before.

Ah. Gills.

- Mutation! - He's a Muto!

Aaargh!

All of you, get him!

Throw the nets!

He's a murderer!

Aargh!

By what right?

You pay me to keep the peace.

- This isn't it. - No! He has killed one of us.

- He was defending himself. - He needs to be destroyed!

- Kill him! - That may be.

- Kill him! - But not here, and not like this.

What is it?

Hey!

Too tight! I can't get it off.

Open the gate!

Is it a map?

- You'd tell me if you knew, eh, Enola? - Mm-hm.

- What are you drawing? - I don't know.

Helen, look. Look at the prodigal child's latest vision.

- How soon before we can leave? - I have no idea yet where we can go.

I haven't figured out the tattoo on her back.

I'm a stupid man. The answer's right there. It's...

It's just beyond me.

Maybe he knows.

Ah, yes, I see.

They are webbed.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten digits. That's wonderful.

They tell me, too, that you have gills. Isotropic gills.

Are they merely vestigial or functional?

My name is Gregor. I've just come to pay you a little vi...vi...

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you. I'm excited.

Your gills, they are functional. Ichthys sapien. You can breathe in the water.

How deep can you go?

Look, I'm only here because I want to learn more about you.

You don't like humans very much, do you?

I can't say that I blame you.

But, tell me, are all of your kind as bad-tempered as you?

- I have no kind. - Oh, fish rot.

I'd be surprised if there weren't others. If there aren't, there will be eventually.

Anyway, I come here because I need to ask you a question.

Where... Where did your dirt come from? Is it from Dryland?

Do you know what this is?

The Ancients, they did something terrible, didn't they? To cause all this water.

- Hundreds, hundreds of years ago. - If I tell you, will you open this lock?

I haven't a key.

- There's a mooring cleat down there. - What?

- As good as any key. - A mooring cleat?

I won't hurt anyone. I'll just leave.

- I'll be right back. - Gregor!

- What's your business there? Move along! - I'm not a brave man.

If you know anything about Dryland, please, tell me.

Please. Don't let it die with you.

No, no, no.

Stop!

Gregor?

Move along!

After considerable deliberation of the evidence at hand,

it is our decision that this Muto does indeed constitute a threat.

Therefore, in the interest of public safety,

he is hereby sentenced to be recycled

in the customary fashion.

Proceed.

I'm sorry.

Bones to berries, veins to vines,

these tendons to trees, this blood to brine.

Too strange for life he was,

this Muto now does leave us,

recycled and entombed,

in the presence of him who leads us...

Smokers!

Dead out of the sun!

To your posts!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Kill!

There!

Aaah! Aaah!

We are safe, behind this wall!

Aren't we?

Let me out! Let me out! I'll fight!

Get those bullets loaded!

Give me the key to the city now.

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

Floor it! Floor it! Go on!

Swab it! Swab it!

Goddamn! More ammo!

Burn down the door!

Burn it down!

Argh!

We'll have this atoll in no time.

Crank it! Crank it!

Look!

Oh, no!

Keep that gas going! Fill 'em up!

Aaargh!

Aargh!

Helen! Come quickly! Helen!

Helen!

You're not supposed to go yet! Infernal machine!

Gregor? Gregor! Wait!

Helen, I tried. There was an accident. I couldn't make it stop. Hurry!

You can make it if you try! Up those stairs! Run!

- Wait! - Quickly! I'll throw you a rope!

- Run quickly! - Throw the rope now!

Throw the rope! No!

- No! - Wait!

- Don't leave us! - No!

I'm sorry! It was an accident!

Helen!

Enola! Helen, I'm sorry!

Shoot him. Shoot him.

Aaargh!

If I let you out of here, you're taking us with you.

Sure.

Enola, get down.

Come here. Get down.

Hurry! Come on!

Get the gate!

Argh!

Argh!

Hurry up!

Kamikaze! Come on!

That made a hole.

Find her! Get the girl!

There!

Go! Get that guy! Go! Kill him!

- Wow! - Enola!

- You're too slow! - Run to the other side.

Come on!

Grab on! Hold on, hold on.

It's stuck! I can't make it through! Let her go!

Just drop her!

Turn the wheel! The wheel! Turn it.

That!

- Come on, push it! - I am!

Hurry! Push it hard!

Push it hard!

OK, OK!

Now pull it! Pull it! Go! Go!

Pull it!

Enola, jump.

- Just look at me! Jump! - OK!

Well, excuse me!

Did I say anybody could leave before the battle was over? Did I?

- No! - Well, do something! I hate sails.

Hey!

- Can you steer? - Can I trust you?

Answer me this, somebody. Why is that boat still firing?

- What's that cousin's name? - Chuck.

- Hey, Chuck! - He's pulling him right into us!

Maybe he doesn't answer to Chuck. Call him Charles. Charles!

Stop him! Stop him!

Charles!

Adios, cousins.

She's here somewhere. Keep looking.

Put me down! Put me down!

- What you got? - A couple of heartbeats.

Aren't saying much.

If you notice the arterial nature of the blood from the hole in my head,

you can assume we're all having a real lousy day.

So here it is. I need to know about that tattooed girl.

- First one that tells me lives. - I saw a girl! I saw her!

She had a big tattoo on her.

She was...

You won. Start over.

I-I saw a girl. I'm not sure,

but I think she got on that boat with three hulls.

The boat that cost me a thousand Gs of go-juice?

- The Muto's boat. - Muto?

Yeah, he's got these slits here,

like...like fish gills.

He wasn't really a man.

A fluke of evolution!

Oh, I'm sorry. A fluke of...

- Evolution. - I know!

- No! You said you wouldn't kill me! - Did I say that? Witnesses? Anybody?

- Yes, yes, yes, you did. - Ah, I may have!

I may have.

Aaaah!

We get to the 'Dez,

take up that sky boat, send it out on patrol.

We got to keep an eye out for that ichthy freak!

You've been there, haven't you?

Dryland?

You know where it is.

- Yeah, I know where it is. - Oh...

And...

- And we're going? - You and I are.

The kid we've got to pitch over the side.

- What? - My boat's tore up.

I'm taking on water. I'll be lucky to get half a hydro ration out of that.

You know, I said I won't drink.

For 12 days?

No. It's better one of you dies now than both of you die slow.

Wait, wait.

We saved your life. We got you out.

No, you got me out so you could get out. We're even.

She can cook. She can fish.

- So can I. - Take my necklace.

- I got better ones below. - No, look! Oh.

After what you went through back there on the atoll,

I can understand why you would want to.

But she's a child.

Is there something else, then?

Enola, go below.

Enola.

Yeah.

You said so yourself.

Been out there a long time.

A couple of hours ago, I was potential dirt to you.

- We're not like that. - You all are.

Know what I was really thinking?

Why I don't drop both of you in my wake right now.

You got nothing I need.

You're taking us to Dryland.

Killing's a hard thing to do well.

- Believe me, I'm not the one to start on. - Both of us!

- How long do you plan to hold that on me? - As long as it takes.

OK.

Ah!

Let me out! Let me out of here!

You coward! Don't you touch my child!

Come here! I...

Oh...

OK.

Now don't move, OK?

There. Oh, looking real good, yeah.

There.

There. All done.

Now there may be some small problem in depth perception.

It better not screw up my short game.

Well?

- Looks good. - It's better than your real eye.

- Much better. - What do you say, Toby? The truth.

- Looks like shit. - That's why I love children. No guile.

It does look like shit!

- And it feels like cold shit! - Deacon?

- What...? - I'm sorry.

It's just there's a problem in the pit. Maybe you should come.

Let's drive.

To the pit. Don't bother with the scenic route.

Drive!

Hey, it's driving better.

Get off!

Get off! Get out the way!

- Get out the way! - All right, all right. OK, OK.

Bless you, cousins. Bless all you cousins over there.

Keep up the good work! Growth is progress, growth is progress.

Somebody!

Hey, up there!

Take it off!

- Yes? - Your Deaconship.

Hello!

Good morning. Or night. Whichever the case may be.

What is it? I'm a busy man.

I thought you should know you're down to exactly

four feet nine inches of black stuff.

- Thank you, sir. - How many Gs after refining?

- Maybe three refuelers. - We'll burn through that in two lunars.

Sweet Joe! What's happening to this place?

- We outgrowed it. - All right.

The only thing that is important is the tattooed girl.

We don't spare any go-juice finding her.

We don't waste it anywhere else. Cancel all those tractor pulls and all that stuff

until later. You got it?

Dryland is the mother lode.

Ha-ha! On your toes.

Excellent.

- Hi. - Move.

Enola! Enola, come here!

Come on!

Enola, come over here.

Hey!

- What are you doing? - Decorating your boat. It's ugly.

- Where did you get this? - From down below.

This is mine! You don't touch anything of mine.

- I drew it for you. - Don't draw on anything! Understand?

What?

This is my boat. I got it the way I like it.

You take up space and you're slowing me down.

You know, she's just a little girl. She doesn't know your rules.

You wanna stay? You teach her.

Enola, what did I tell you?

You're not so tough, you know that?

How many people have you killed?

Ten? Twenty?

You talk a lot.

I talk a lot cos you don't talk at all.

So how many?

- Including little girls? - I'm not afraid of you.

I told Helen you wouldn't be so ugly if you cut your hair.

In fact, you talk all the time! It's like a storm when you're around!

Enola! Hey, what are you doing?

- Helen! - You bastard! She can't swim!

Help me! Helen!

Helen, help me!

Help!

Helen, help me!

Helen! Help!

Hold on.

Look at me, look at me.

Oh... Wait. Come on.

Please!

Please!

Oh, please!

Hey!

Hold on. OK... Almost.

Thanks. But I swear, if you ever touch her again,

you sonofabitch... Look at me! You'll go to bed that night and never wake up.

- Shut up. - What?

- Smokers? - Yeah.

Well, can't we outrun them?

Not with my sail down.

- What are you thinking about? - That's a nice touch.

That's them!

Don't hit the kid!

Hey!

Coward!

Fuck!

No!

Hey! Urgh!

Joe?

Cut it!

Come on! Come on!

Come on!

Oh...I'm really sorry.

I'm sorry! You didn't give me much choice.

I know. But you ran away.

I... What?

What are you do...? No! Please, no!

Don't ever touch anything on my boat again.

She said she was sorry!

That means you're supposed to say something back!

- Did you say something? - Mm-mm.

The child. Did he have the girl with him?

- Uh-huh. - Seems to me if we launch now,

we can cut him down just about here.

- If he doesn't change course. - That's not likely.

He's a wily one, that ichthy demon.

If he knows he's been spotted,

he'll expect us to expect him to change course,

which is exactly why he'll keep his heading.

The important question is where's he heading?

Does he know how precious his cargo is?

I say that he's headed here and we take him here.

- Drifter? - Mm-hm.

Are we going to stop?

- Look at the flag! - His flag's up.

I thought you all stopped for each other.

Maybe he has some FOOD!

Don't find many who follow the rules any more.

Make it quick. What's your business?

Trade.

Got any resin?

Resin? He's out of his mind. He's out of his mind completely. Resin?

You've been outwater a long time, haven't you?

Don't be joking me, man! Resin! You don't got enough.

- How about food? - Could you say that again, please?

- How about food? - Well, yeah, food.

That'd be good, eh?

I haven't eaten in, well, you know, forever.

Which one of you two is the cook, then? I usually fall for the waitress.

- Like you said, I don't have much. - I'll decide.

Look at you. We could start with that wee orchard over there.

Woo!

All right. Hold it there.

- We can talk. - Fair enough.

It's a nice rod, isn't it? I like that rod. It's a nice rod.

My favorite.

Got yourself a wee harem going here, don't you now?

- What do you want for the women? - We're not for sale.

Not for sale? I mean, there's no such thing as not for sale.

Not for sale, not for sale. Aye.

Are they a pair or would you sell them separate?

Our business is done here, unless you've got some resin you can part with.

I told you once already, I don't have any. I don't have it, don't have it.

Haven't seen any for trade in lunars now. Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

I do have something that'll make you change your mind.

Something you can't pass on.

I took it off an atoller refugee camp.

Life savings of the entire clan.

Paper! Look at my wee paper.

Paper! Have you ever seen paper? Look at it, smell it.

I'm saving it for a special trade.

Don't you do it.

Maybe I'm talking to the wrong person. Whose boat is this anyway?

- Is it your boat or your boat? - It's his boat, but he doesn't own us.

- Half an hour. - He's obviously out of his mind.

I've got two pages in here, man!

- I'd get half a dozen girls with this. - Half an hour.

- You trading or not? - Don't!

Shut up.

OK.

45 minutes with the wee one. I like to do the talkin', if you know what I mean.

No!

Fair enough.

Come, come, come, come, come.

No. My boat.

That's fair enough. Good, good, good, good, good.

Helen...

- Sit down. - Enola, just do as he says.

It's been a while for me now.

Guess it's been more than a while, actually, but...

I've only got half an hour.

Half an hour, half an hour, half an hour, half an hour, half an hour.

OK, right, right, right.

You're so beautiful. Anyone ever told you that?

Give me that! What are you doing? It's just a game!

Oh, I...

I... We was just playing.

Trade's off.

I changed my mind.

Well, um...

Well, you can't do that. I mean, a deal's a deal. Aye.

I just did.

She's mine, aye. No, no, no. I won't have it.

- No. - Go on.

Go, go, go, good. Aye, aye. 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 you?

Aargh!

Ya bastard!

Where's me boat?

Where's me boat?

Help me to the boat.

Ah! The boat...

Wait... No!

You'll never catch anything with this. It's useless.

Look, I'm sorry!

You were right about the pole.

You were right!

But we have to eat.

I know you can hear me!

We can fish for ourselves. Just show us what to do.

- You must know. Even you've got to eat! - You just sit there.

What...?

Happy now?

You don't like my singing, do you?

Helen says you don't like my singing cos 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 moving around all the time. Try sitting still.

Eyeball?

I wish I had feet like his.

- Then maybe I could swim. - Enola...

Sorry.

I never met a person who couldn't swim before.

I can't.

People said I was weird.

Maybe they're 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.

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 giving it to her. It's just...

A loan.

Yeah. I'm not giving it to her.

Is Dryland beautiful?

You'll see.

Enola?

Enola! What are you doing?

- Those monsters will kill her! - They're asleep now.

Hands around my neck.

Let the water tell your arms and legs how to move. Going down. Hold your breath.

- What is it? - What is it?

Barter outpost.

- You said we'd get to Dryland today. - Today, tomorrow. What does it matter?

We need resin.

- What is that? - It's PortuGreek.

Their own language.

That's what I thought.

Ah.

There's my girl.

Yes.

Howdy, darling. 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!

Woo-hoo!

Enola!

Starboard side! Now!

Get in the chair!

Watch it! He's clearing 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.

Aaah!

No!

Give me that rifle.

Boy, if you want to do something right, you've got to do it yourself.

All right.

Ugh!

I winged him.

Load all the go-juice onto one boat and run the freak down.

You can't catch him with ten boats and you want to send just one?

Well, I pray that you're joking.

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.

- Ah! - 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.

In the basket we found Enola in!

- It doesn't exist! - How can you be so sure?

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...and...and the music box.

If not from Dryland, then where? Where?

You want to see Dryland?

You really want to 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.

OK?

I didn't know.

All this time?

- I didn't know. - Nobody does.

- Can you get us out of here? - I'd say there's two chances of that.

- Hey! - No way and no how.

Should have bought me that drink. Come on!

This way. Come on!

Yeah!

Proper introductions first. I'm the Deacon.

If you don't recall the face, perhaps it's cos I didn't always look like this.

Now, I suspect she's somewhere real close.

So we could tear this boat apart,

but I'd rather somebody just tell me where she is.

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 something?

I don't think you're going to tell me, are you? 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.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

If you don't tell me,

I swear to Poseidon that we'll torch your boat.

Refresh my memory - what if neither one of them talks?

- Never happened before. - Never happened before.

All right! If they won't tell us where she is, do 'em! Both of them!

- Just kill 'em now! - No!

So gullible! Ha-ha! Bring her here.

Seek and ye shall receive!

So ends your daily sermonette! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Now figure out this map. Turn her upside down. Does that mean anything to you?

No.

All right. We'll figure it out back at the 'Dez, boys. Careful with her.

- What about them? - Do 'em both. Torch the boat.

Aargh!

We have to go under!

No! I can't breathe like you!

I'll breathe for both of us.

Woo!

Helen, help!

Helen!

Helen!

My boat.

Enola...

What is this? Get those chains off her!

What are we, barbarians here?

Goodness gracious. Snakes alive.

Come on, out of here, you big, nasty animal, you!

Rub-a-dub-dub.

You want to come over here and sit on my lap?

No?

How about a cigarette?

Nothing like a good smoke if you miss your mom. Never too young to start.

No.

Well, I got something right here I know you'd like.

Like to draw, don't you? Huh?

Now they're yours,

if you help me with just one problem. All right?

Now... Now that tattoo on your back.

I've been told that that...

that's actually a map?

It's the way to Dryland.

Now we're getting 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? 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 I'm gonna eat his brain! You think he'd like that?

You can't kill him. He's even meaner than you are.

But he's not here.

And he ain't coming.

And no one's gonna save you.

He'll come for me. He will.

Well, you better tell me what I wanna know

or he can save 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?

Cos you didn't really want me.

Not really.

Have I been sleeping?

I was dreaming.

It's funny.

I always thought Dryland floated.

Or drifted with the wind. That's why it was so hard to find.

Why did you believe in it so much?

Cos we weren't made for the sea.

We've got our hands and our feet.

We're supposed to walk.

I miss her sound.

Don't you?

Helen!

No, no, no, no! Helen, up! Above you!

Gregor!

Smart thinking to burn your boat!

Without the smoke, I never would have found you.

Who's that with you? Ichthys 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.

Grab your things quickly. Quickly.

Come.

You see? Right down there.

There's several other survivors. We'll just start over again.

You can't ask us to go and get her.

Enola's the reason we're in all this trouble. Forget it!

They need to find Dryland just like we do.

Of course.

If the Mariner's willing to go after her, then why not us?

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.

- There are numbers. - You're as crazy as she is!

We're wasting valuable time. More Smokers will come. We need to be moving now.

- We need this child to find Dryland! - I'm not going.

- Nobody is. - They're 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 mapping the cities below.

The world wasn't created in a deluge. It was covered by it.

- That's blasphemy! - No, it's true.

I've seen it with my own eyes. There's land.

- Right under our keel. None of it's dry. - Some is.

Enola's been there. I know that now.

- I saw what she drew. - That's why he's going after Enola!

- To find Dryland. - I don't care about Dryland.

This is ridiculous. Going after the Smokers?

- I say let him go. - We're better off without them!

If she's alive, I'll bring her back to you.

Forget about the Muto, Helen! If he brings her back, they'll kill us!

We've got to go help him. I can't ask him to do this alone.

Don't worry, my dear. You're not going to have to.

- You got that tattoo figured out yet? - It'd be easier if it was flat.

Big and flat. It needs to be flat.

- What have you got in mind? - Well, you cut it off her back,

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.

- They're getting ugly. - Don't I know it.

Announce me, cousin.

Hey, here he is.

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 'Dez!

Children,

children of the provider,

citizens of the good ship, please now, hear me speak.

- I've had a vision. - We're tired of your visions!

What about the land you promised us?

- Yeah! - Oh, ye of little faith.

I've had a vision so great,

that as it came to me, I wept.

- And in this splenditudinous... - Is that Bone's vehicle?

I saw - and you know what it is that I saw.

I saw...

the land.

Horse, is that you?

Look, just bring it in slow, OK? I don't have all day.

Horse!

Just bring it up slow.

I said slow!

You shouldn't be doing that. You're going to get in trouble.

Huh! That's right.

You're not afraid. You've got your pet freak coming to rescue you.

He's not a freak and he can take you any time!

He's killed dozens of people. 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!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

- Come on. - Getting nervous, aren't you?

I don't get nervous.

And if there's a river, we'll dam it!

And if there's a tree, we'll ram it!

Cos I'm talkin' progress here!

Yes, sir!

- I'm talkin' development! - Yeah!

We shall suck and savor the sweet flavor

of Dryland.

Your face is all red.

Helen said anybody that has a face that red has either had too much sun

- or too much to drink. - All right, that's it.

- I'm gonna burn your face! - All right.

- What's up? - We're just talking about her friend.

- What's his name? - He doesn't have a name.

So Death can't find him.

He 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 100 miles and see 100 miles underwater.

He can hide in the shadow of a noon sun.

He could be right behind you and you won't even know it till you're dead!

Give it a rest.

- He'll come for me. He will. - Yeah?

Well, I hope he does.

Remember you said that.

Look at us.

Look at us here today.

Dryland is not just our destination,

but it is our destiny!

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!

Our guide in the wild!

Our beacon in the darkness!

Turn her around, Nord.

She has shown me the path!

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.

Stroke!

Stroke!

Stroke!

Stroke!

Stroke!

- So which way are we rowing? - I don't have a goddamn clue!

Don't worry. They'll row for a month before they figure out I'm faking it.

- But, um... Why? - Oh, you want details?

Well, I'm not telling these savages we haven't solved the map yet.

I promised 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 rowing?

- It's him! - It is him.

You guys are in so much trouble.

Well, I'll be damned. It's the gentleman guppy.

He's like a turd that won't flush.

I want the girl.

You know, I thought you were stupid, friend.

But I underestimated you.

You are a total, freakin' retard!

I want the girl. That's all.

What on this screwed-up earth makes you think you're going to get her?

You know what this is?

I drop it, you burn.

We all burn.

No, wait, wait, wait.

Let's not do anything rash here.

I mean, are you sure she's worth all this?

She never does stop talking. 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.

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!

You know, I don't think you're going to drop that torch, my friend.

- Why not? - Because you're not crazy.

No!

Oh, thank God.

Aargh!

Look out!

Get him!

Let's go, goddamn it!

Don't just stand there - kill something!

Was this your big vision?

Aaargh!

Ah!

I've always wanted to drive this monster!

There he is! There he is!

That's him there!

Aargh!

Aaaargh!

Let me go!

Let go!

Let me go!

Let me go! Let go!

Let me go!

Let go! Let go!

You should have stayed on the water.

You know how to fly an airplane? You're lucky I do.

Ow! Now you stop it! You behave yourself now!

Up!

It's going down. It's sinking!

- Gregor, bring us right down on top. - Hurry, Gregor!

- Don't worry! - Hurry.

Enola! Up here! Grab on!

Are they on yet?

- What is it? - I don't know!

No!

Gotcha! I'm gonna rip your cute little lungs out!

Aaaah!

Aaargh!

Pull! Almost!

No!

- Aaaaargh! - No! Enola!

Saint Joe! Hole in one.

- Helen! - Enola!

- Helen! - Hey!

Hey!

Oh... Oh, no, quick! What are we going to do?

Tie this off!

Hurry! Tie it!

- Got it! - Ah!

Aaaargh!

Get them up now!

Of course! North is south, south is north!

- I was swimming. - I saw.

My friends, my friends, look!

If I take a bearing from the sun and reverse the co-ordinates on Enola's back,

then Dryland is that way!

It's fresh! All of this!

It's fresh!

Come on!

Woo!

I've found something!

Maybe we should put them under the dirt.

I think it was their way.

They must have known they were dying.

I'm home.

- Where's the Mariner? - He was outside.

Wait! Wait, I want to show you this.

First time in your life you got nothing 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 landsickness.

We're all feeling it. It'll go away soon.

It's more than that.