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- Daddy. - Daddy, who is that woman?

- Daddy? - Sassenach witch!

- Laoghaire? - He's my husband now.

What does Laoghaire want?

She may be amenable to alimony.

Where do you intend to get the money to pay her?

There's a box full of ancient coins on Selkie island.

Can't swim anywhere. Not until that arm's healed.

I can swim that.

I'm just not sure if we belong together any more.

How can you say that?

It's been so much harder than I could ever have imagined.

You belong with me. We're mated for life, Sassenach.

Jamie.

Where's Ian?

- Ian! - Go back!

Ian!

Sing me a song

Of a lass that is gone

Say, could that lass

Be I?

Merry of soul

She sailed on a day

Over the sea

To Skye

Billow and breeze

islands and seas

Mountains of rain and sun

All that was good

All that was fair

All that was me

ls gone

Sing me a song

Of a lass that is gone

Say, could that lass

Be I?

Merry of soul

She sailed on a day

Over the sea

To Skye

It's all arranged, then.

You'll act as supercargo in charge of the freight.

Master Raines is glad not to have the responsibility.

- She's not much, but... - She'll do.

Boy, the weather is beginning to turn.

Even a brig of this size will be bobbin' like a cork.

But, at least you'll have a physician at hand

when ye begin retching yer innards.

I'll manage.

All that matters now is Young Ian.

Yes.

Well, the harbourmaster had record of only one three-masted frigate

sailing under the Portuguese flag, the Bruja.

Her home port is Jamaica.

She was riding very low in the water.

Hold must've been laden.

Then they would most likely be on their way home.

Dinna fash, a healthy male can be sold for upward of 30 pounds in Jamaica.

As long as he doesn't make trouble, Ian will be fine.

West Indies is our best chance, then.

Thank you, Jared.

You've been of great help.

Bon voyage.

God be with you.

And the lad.

'Twas ill luck

to use the money to pay Laoghaire

so I could be wi' you.

Maybe I'm being punished for wanting too much.

Jamie, no god worth his salt would

take your nephew away from you just because you wanted to be happy.

Will we be?

Happy?

I meant what I said.

You belong with me, but...

If ye truly want to go back, I'll take ye to the stones myself.

The most important thing right now is that we find Young Ian.

Captain Raines wants to cast off.

If we don't, we'll no catch the tide.

Maybe we should leave tomorrow on a fresh tide.

Fresh tide?

They're all the same, ye numbskull.

- He's full of nerves. - Aye, it's no "nerves."

Twice I've been in a ship.

Once when they took me from Scotland as an indentured slave,

another when I returned home.

If it wasna for Mac Dubh,

I would no be setting foot on that bucket of shite.

Well, if it's any consolation,

I'm not one for sea voyages either.

But, we're very glad of your help.

Has Willoughby arrived?

Aye. He's on deck now.

Then inform Captain Raines that we have sufficient crew aboard.

Just waiting on Fergus.

The wee frog's already on board, Mac Dubh. Fergus and...

And the baggage from... Lallybroch.

The lad's brought you some clothes and supplies.

Let's go.

Since Jenny and Ian think we're still headed to France...

They'll not yet be worried.

I've sent them a letter explaining everything.

Try and look at the horizon.

It might help alleviate the nausea.

I haven't noticed my stomach yet, Sassenach.

Watching Scotland fall away is causing pain enough.

I won't set foot on our shores again wi'out Young Ian.

We will find him.

Aye.

If this fair wind holds,

we should gain on the Bruja.

Good day.

Morning, sir.

Let's get settled in.

Right.

You should touch the horseshoe, Sassenach.

It's bad luck not to.

If it'll make you happy.

Day to you.

And you!

Am I invisible?

No. Women are bad luck on ships, Sassenach.

Redheads too.

- So you're bad luck. - Aye.

That's why they address me first before I speak to them.

It's the only way to avoid misfortune.

How has Scotland survived all these centuries?

It's not just the Scots, Sassenach.

The English, Spanish, Dutch, all have sea-fearing superstitions.

Ye dinna want to be caught with a banana

on a French frigate.

Milord?

Fergus.

Marsali?

What the hell are you doing here?

Fergus and I are married.

What in the name of Holy God do you mean?

You hardly know each other.

We've been courting since last August,

and we were handfast this morning.

Handfast?

A custom that allows two people to be married

if they clasp hands in front of witnesses and declare themselves wed.

Not if...

Have you bedded her?

Not yet, Milord.

Then it is not yet binding.

Captain.

We need to make for shore.

If there's anything you need, we'll be putting in at St Ives

for final provisions.

Then Marsali will disembark there.

I'll send someone to see her home.

This voyage is too dangerous for a lass.

You're taking her.

Claire is no concern of yours.

You left my mother for this English whore,

making her a laughingstock, and ye say it's no my concern?

The hellish nerve ye ha', telling me what I shall do.

Marsali, you must not speak about Milady in such a way.

- Does your mother ken? - I sent her a letter.

And she'll have me killed. I am sending you home.

I'll tell everyone Fergus has already bedded me.

He hasn't, but I'll say it anyway.

So, you see, I shall either be married or ruined.

Fine.

You can sail to Jamaica.

Then, I am taking you home.

But Fergus does not touch you.

We have two cabins. Fergus will be with me.

Marsali will be with Claire.

- What? - What?

Let's go inside. You're going to be sick.

I feel fine.

No, you don't.

We've been apart for 20 years,

and you want me to room with her?

Marsali's under my care now, like it or not.

I'm obliged to protect her virtue.

Mine as well, it would seem.

Now I am gonna be sick.

You can't possibly be comfortable there.

You should try a hammock.

A swing is no helpful.

Here.

What in God's name are ye forcing me to drink?

Ginger tea.

Can't believe Fergus lied to me about Marsali.

Their courting since August.

Well, I don't think they've thought through what it means

to spend a lifetime together.

But neither did we when we were first married.

That's because our marriage was arranged.

What is that?

The happy couple brought some of our things from Lallybroch.

Our things?

These are my clothes from when we were in Paris.

You kept them!

- Why didn't you sell them all? - Sell them?

Memories of you?

Never.

That green cloak that Marsali was wearing.

I knew I recognised it from somewhere.

Yeah.

Couldna sell yer garments,

but... After I thought I'd never see ye again,

seemed all right if Marsali made use of them.

- Hope you dinna mind. - No.

Now, has she altered them all?

Not all.

Here.

Have some more tea.

With hope, it'll be calmer tomorrow.

I'll be dead by then.

See to it that I'm buried at Lallybroch.

Mistress Claire, you're needed.

We were both near the main mast.

One of the lines snapped and the deadeye hit him in the head.

What is your name?

Manzetti.

- And do you know where you are? - On a ship.

Well, where are you going?

The West Indies. Same as you, no?

I don't think you have a concussion.

What?

The cut's not deep.

You'll likely have a scar and a nasty headache.

I have some peppermint oil that will help with that.

How did this happen?

I don't know.

The main topsail sheet was suddenly upon me.

Did you not touch the horseshoe?

I did, Mr Warren. We all did.

Well, someone didn't.

A mishap as such while still in sight of land's an ill omen.

You know it as well as I.

Accidents do happen, Mr Warren.

I'm sure you believe that, madam, but when you've been at sea as long as we have,

well, "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio..."

"Than are dreamt of in your philosophy."

Shakespeare was a very wise man.

Indeed.

Madam, I wonder if you and your husband would care to dine with me this evening.

Well, of course.

Though I think my husband might find the idea of food

a little off-putting at the moment.

Thank you.

All right.

You hardly know her.

You didn't know Milady long at all before you were married.

That was different.

We were forced to marry.

Milord, you forget.

I know your story.

If you were forced to marry Milady, then I'm forced to breathe.

My heart, it is forced to beat.

You yourself have told me you wanted her more than life

from the moment you saw her.

You didn't need time.

Nor do I.

I thought you'd be happy for me,

at least I hoped as much, once you'd overcome your surprise.

Then why did you lie to me all this time?

The same reason you didn't tell Milady about Laoghaire.

I was a coward.

Did you lie to Marsali too?

Marsali and I do not have secrets.

She kens about your past, does she?

That I grew up in a brothel? Yes.

And I was a pickpocket.

And what about all yer other lasses?

No, but...

In Spring, it was Aileen

and in summer it was...

- Rhona. - Rhona.

And then you bedded Cairstine and...

I understand, Milord.

But I have not lain with Marsali.

Or with any other woman since we began our courtship.

I've waited.

Does that not mean something?

Not if you can't be honest with her.

I'm sorry your husband is too unwell to join us.

But it's me you wanted at your table, wasn't it?

I questioned your authority in regards to the horseshoe.

I merely wish to help you, Mistress Fraser,

to understand the rigours of sea and gain the crew's respect

as ship's surgeon.

You must put yourself in their shoes.

After all, on this ship, your very presence is ill luck.

So my husband has informed me.

By rights, you and Mistress MacKimmie should, at this moment, be bare-breasted.

I'm sorry?

A woman's bare breasts calm an angry sea.

But then on, the figurehead at the bow, she bares her breasts for you,

and prevents us from being subject to any curses.

Well, how kind of her.

The horseshoe is more complicated.

There's no substitute.

Surely you don't believe by touching a piece of iron,

it'll bring us better luck.

I've sailed on many ships, madam,

and on each one the sailors have their superstitions.

Anything that provides them with a sense of assurance

is, in my view, to be encouraged.

The disadvantage being, that men can also lose faith

when the portents signify disaster.

Even then, I would rather have them make their luck

than give up all hope.

It matters not whether I believe touching a piece of iron will bring good luck.

The men believe it.

And they believe someone has not.

Believing something doesn't make it real.

On this ship, it does.

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

How long will you continue this farce?

I must allow time for my wife's tea to do its work.

This retching.

It can eat your stomach,

tear your muscles, and your testicles,

they can get twisted, most painful.

The only cure is removal.

But if you want to wait,

that is your choice.

That looks bigger.

Ye won't bump your head when ye get up.

Marsali, you don't have to try and get in my good graces

just so I'll put in a good word with Jamie.

It's really none of my business.

So, you drop out of the clear blue sky,

sticking your nose where it doesn't belong,

ruining my family,

and now, you're minding your own business.

Well, Daddy may think you're a wise woman, but I still think you're a whore.

All right. Well, the whore should have the bigger bed then, shouldn't she?

A very pleasant day, is it not, Sassenach?

Yes, it is.

Well, you're certainly feeling better.

Fergus told me everything.

I'm not so naive to think he hasn't been with lassies.

And now we only want to be with each other.

We're hoping you'll bless our union.

Perhaps you should give them a chance.

I'm trying to help you.

If you let them continue their infatuation,

it might just fizzle out.

I don't know what a "fizzle" is, but... I ken your meaning well enough.

And "fizzle out" is what I'm afraid of.

I'm sorry.

I can't allow it.

What is that?

It is a poem.

Is that more poetry?

No.

I've been scribing the story of my life in China so that it will not be forgotten.

A story told is a life lived.

- Would you tell it to me? - Not yet.

Once I tell it, I have to let it go.

The days started blending together.

For me, this meant tending to minor injuries.

And making medicines.

Being on the ship at sea with endless horizons appealed to me.

It reminded me of a simpler time.

Took the lobster home

And I couldn't find a dish So it was put it in the pot

Where the mistress has a piss

Singing aye tiddly aye

Aye tiddly O

Aye tiddly aye tiddly aye tiddly O

Early the next morning The old woman arose

She leapt around the room With the lobster on her cunt

Singing Aye tiddly aye

Aye tiddly O

Aye tiddly aye tiddly aye tiddly O

Husband, husband She cried out to me

Jamie, you should hear the...

Claire.

My apology.

He did not want to, but I insisted.

Didn't want to what?

Zam gau...

For the vomiting.

Acupuncture.

It is my fault, I should never have...

It's all right, Willoughby.

You can go.

So this is what's cured your seasickness.

And not the tea that I've been making twice a day for three weeks?

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want to hurt your feelings.

You'd honestly think that I'd want you to suffer to save my pride?

We aren't on the most stable ground, are we, Sassenach?

I didna want ye to see it as more proof

ye dinna belong here.

Jamie...

My return has been confusing and frustrating.

But it's never been a question of whether I love you.

I should've told you outright.

You look like a pincushion.

Yeah. I feel like a damn pincushion.

But I haven't vomited for weeks.

What is it?

We're not moving.

I can't explain it, Captain. We're on course.

Captain.

What's wrong?

Why aren't we moving?

We've lost the wind, Mr Fraser.

What have you in your face?

It is Chinese treatment for seasickness.

Very healthy.

Is it common to lose the wind in these latitudes?

No, it's bad luck.

Someone's brought this on us with their neglect.

It's a bit unusual for this season, but there's no cause for concern.

I'd say it's the Chinaman.

It's not him. I saw the Chinese touch the horseshoe.

Well, why don't we all just line up and touch the horseshoe now?

And that way, we can make sure that everyone

has complied with the rules of the ship.

Aye. Good idea.

It's too late for that. It must be done at the beginning of a voyage.

Fear not. The wind will return.

We must endeavour to be ready when it does.

Is it really just you and me?

You and me.

And the man in the moon.

You know,

before I left Boston,

men had just flown to the moon.

I wonder what it looks like.

Up there.

I saw pictures.

Photographs.

It was rocky and barren, and there was no life at all.

It was beautiful.

You can see the craters from here.

The dark spots.

Yeah, that's his face.

He seems close enough, you can speak to him.

"Goodnight, moon.

"Goodnight, cow jumping over the moon.

"Goodnight, light.

"And the red balloon."

It's from a book

I used to read Brianna when she was little.

She could recite the whole thing before she could even read.

She used to say it to her favourite toy bunny.

She loved rabbits.

You miss her?

Terribly.

The days turned into weeks.

And the wind did not return.

We were becalmed in the middle of a vast ocean.

Hundreds of miles from the nearest shore.

Even the most experienced sailors were growing anxious

and beginning to fear the worst.

Damn, blazing Hades!

Filth-eating son of a pig fart.

The water's gone bad.

Every one are foul and stinkin'.

Bilge water's got into it.

Don't! It will be filled with disease.

Christ.

Salvage what you can. The top row may be unspoiled. Boil the rest.

And go to half-rations for every man.

Pray for rain.

I have another suggestion.

We find the Jonah who's brought us ill luck,

and we throw him overboard.

Aye.

Aye.

Five unspoiled barrels wouldn't be enough.

Losing the wind happens, of course.

We can wait for it to return but not without water or ale.

So who should we blame?

The bilge water spoiled the barrels.

It's no one's fault.

I said nothing of fault, madam. I asked who we shall blame.

We've been weeks without wind.

What's your meaning, sir?

The men are calling for a Jonah.

The men want to throw someone overboard?

- And you are going to let them. - I may not be able to stop them.

That's insanity.

I've only so much at my disposal to keep order.

This is not a royal Navy vessel, madam.

I can't flog the men if they disregard my authority.

They must believe

that I'm doing all I can on their behalf, or we shall have a mutiny.

You will not be throwing any of my men overboard, Captain.

I saw the frog's lassie touch the horseshoe.

As did I.

The frog did as well.

I saw all those accompanying the supercargo touch it too.

Save one.

- Jonah? - Leave us be.

You need not worry.

It's your friend who should be afeared.

I'm not worried.

I don't fear the likes of you.

You're not long for this world, Jonah.

I dinna think I touched it.

Jump, you snivelling dog-faced scum!

- Over the side with him. - Rid us of this curse!

Leave me be, you bastards!

Go on! Jump!

He's clear up there, Mac Dubh.

Get back!

If I'm gonna die, I'll be doing it by my own hand.

He's drunk. The crew marked him as the Jonah.

They say he didn't touch the horseshoe.

And he can't even remember if he did or not.

They intend to throw him overboard.

He scurried up there trying to get away from them all.

And now he's thinking they might be right.

Christ! Hayes!

Ye havena cursed us, Hayes.

Even so, we're going to run out of water and die.

We won't!

I promise.

Leave him be.

Have I not always told you the truth?

Jump, Jonah!

Dinna waste the climb, Mac Dubh!

- It's you... - Throw yourself over!

Or all of us.

Jump!

You have to stop this!

I don't, if it staves off a mutiny.

- Jump! - Jump, Jonah!

You remember Ardsmuir...

It was us against them.

It is the same now.

We'll have you bouncing off the decks!

Let him jump!

Don't listen to them.

Listen to me.

Jump, man. Jump.

Throw yourself over!

Let him go!

Hayes.

Just let him go!

They wanna throw you overboard, they'll have to throw me first.

And Lesley.

Fergus.

Even Willoughby.

Get back. I have to do it.

Anyway, if you do jump...

Well...

I would have to go in after you.

If you make me do that, then,

ye ken, my wife will kill the both of us.

I'll not let harm befall you.

Come.

You have my word.

There he goes.

Aye.

- Hold on! - Mac Dubh!

To hell with it.

Good lad, Hayes.

Jonah!

- Give him to the sea! - Throw him in!

You will do no such thing!

He's the Jonah. Over the side with him!

- Jonah! Jonah! - Jonah! Jonah!

- Jonah! Jonah! - Jonah! Jonah!

There is no Jonah!

Stand aside! I'll take some of you with me.

Spare us, Chinaman.

I was born Yi Tien Cho in Guangzhou,

the City of Rams.

I was found early

to have skill in composition

to make the images of my brush

resemble the ideas that dance like cranes within my mind.

I became known as the fung-wong,

a bird of fire.

What's he on about?

My poetry came before the eyes of Wan-Mei,

the emperor's second wife.

She asked that I join her household in Pekin,

the Imperial city.

Mr Willoughby, stand down.

Let the man speak.

Captain.

It was a great honour,

my name inscribed in the book of merit.

But there is a condition.

All servants of the royal wives

must be eunuchs.

- What's a eunuch? - I'll tell you later.

It was most dishonourable to refuse the Emperor's gift.

It was a death sentence.

And yet,

I had fallen in love

with

woman.

- The emperor's wife? - Not a woman.

All women.

Their beauty blooming like lotus flowers,

the taste of their breasts like apricots,

the scent of a navel in the winter,

the warmth of a mound that fills your hand like ripe peach...

I fled

on the night of the lanterns.

As the fireworks shot from the palace roof,

I left my house

and came to a place where the golden words of my poems

are taken as the clucking of hens,

and my brush strokes for their scratchings.

For the love of woman, I am come to a place

where no woman is worthy of love.

To a place where women are coarse and rank as bears,

creatures of no grace, and these women disdain me as a yellow worm

so that even the lowest of whores will not lie with me?

By not surrendering my manhood,

I have lost all else.

Honour, livelihood, country.

Sometimes,

I think,

"Not worth it."

We have wind!

Man the sheets, lads!

Aloft, topmen!

Lay out and loose the fore tops'l!

Man halyards and sheets.

Hold the wind!

All of the wind!

Mr Warren!

Your story, it was...

Well, I've heard worse.

How did you know?

When the seon tin jung

fly high, it mean that air light.

Dry, no rain.

When they fly low, it means...

The air is heavy.

Rain is coming.

Yi Tien Cho.

Thank you.

Make haste! All hands quicker!

All hands aboard!

- Hurry up. - Aye.

God, it's so hot in here, I'm melting.

I'm melting wi' ye.

Someone is going to hear us.

Let them.

I like the grey.

The way the light hits it.

Like a piece of silver moonlight.

How could I not love a man who says such things?

If you were to say that in the 20th century,

you'd be the king of all men.

You know, when I thought about coming back here...

I knew we'd have to get used to each other again.

No matter what troubles happen around us, Sassenach,

this,

what it is between us,

never changes.

It doesn't.

Captain. What is it?

British Man-of-War.

Been on our stern for more than five hours.

And closing.

They're firing at us.

No, signalling.

They want us to heave to. They need to board us.

Damn!

You can see from her rigging, they're shorthanded.

They may need men.

Return the salute and heave to.

Aye, Captain. Return the salute.

Heave tip to windward!

What does he mean, "need men"?

By law, they can press any British subjects into service.

That's over half the crew...

Including you.

Aye.

If they do take me,

you must continue on to Jamaica and find Young Ian.

Right. You have my word.

I am Captain Thomas Leonard, of his Majesty's ship, the Porpoise.

You're the captain?

Acting captain. Formerly third lieutenant.

For the love of God, have you a surgeon on board?

We suffered an outbreak of infectious plague.

Ship's fever.

I'm the Artemis' surgeon.

It's imperative that you do not touch anyone while on board.

You should not have come here.

I had no choice, madam.

The captain and the two senior lieutenants died.

As well as the surgeon and the surgeon's mate.

Of our 400-man crew, 100 have fallen ill, and 80 have departed this Earth.

Are you experiencing any symptoms yourself?

- Thankfully, no. - Are you here to press men, sir?

The last thing I need is more mouths to feed.

But if you can provide any medical assistance...

Yes.

What symptoms are the men experiencing?

It starts with griping pains in the belly and terrible vomiting.

The afflicted complain of fever.

Do they also have a rash on their stomachs?

Yes.

And most of them have the blazing shits.

I beg your pardon, madam.

I know what it might be, but I'll need to examine them first to be certain.

Might you come over, then?

- Yes, of course. - No.

Excuse us, gentlemen.

Are you mad?

You can't set foot on a ship with the plague.

It's typhoid fever.

You mean, typhus?

No, well, not what you mean by it anyway.

It's something you don't know about yet.

They won't know how to stop it, but I can show them what to do.

I can't catch it. I've been inoculated.

Jamie, I have an obligation to help.

I swore an oath when I became a doctor.

I've taken an oath now and then, myself.

And none of them lightly.

There's no talking you out of this, is there, Sassenach?

It seems you are both older and wiser.

Yeah.

I won't take my eyes off that ship until you return.

All hands are aft!

The sick are down below.

Ma'am.

Put your light over there.

May I look at your stomach?

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

It's called typhoid.

Our surgeon said it was ship's fever.

It's similar,

but how you contain it is different.

And you know how to do that? How to contain it.

Yes.

The sick men need to be washed and laid somewhere they can breathe fresh air.

And they'll need a liquid diet.

Lots of boiled water.

And you'll need to reach land as quickly as possible.

You're likely to run out of drinking water.

Most of the sick will die.

A lucky few won't.

The hope is that you contain the spread.

You need to prepare yourself.

It's going to get a lot worse before it gets better.

If you want, I'd be willing to stay for a short while.

To help you organise yourselves.

I shall be eternally grateful for any assistance you can render us.

I'll need a dozen of your healthiest crewmen.

Mr Pound.

You can start with Mr Pound.

Hello. I'm Claire Fraser.

Mistress Fraser is a surgeon.

She's acting under my personal authority. See she gets whatever she needs.

Yes, sir.

The main deck will need to be cleared so we can bring the sick men above.

- Can you see to it? - Of course, madam.

I will work fast.

Captain Raines will be anxious to get on his way, as will my husband.

I shall alert them you'll be a little while longer.

Which way to the galley?

Mr Brisker will escort you.

I'll need boiled water. Lots of it.

I'm in the middle of preparing the Captain's meal.

This is on the Captain's orders.

Why are we moving?

Lay aloft and set the fall across!

Haul where the stakes will have it.

Let go clew garnets!

What are you doing?

I'm in urgent need of your services.

Turn back at once.

You said yourself, we must make haste.

Well, you can't just kidnap me like this.

The truth is, I am desperate.

You may be our only chance. I must take it.

Both our ships are sailing to Jamaica.

I've had a message conveyed to Captain Raines and promised him

that His Majesty's navy will provide accommodation for you

until you are able to rejoin the Artemis.

Let go. Get the tack on board.

Haul out the sheet.

Aye aye, sir!

Madam, we're ready to move the men.