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400 for the charter of a boat,
that's what we agreed.

That was before
the change in the weather.

Winter tides have set in.

Since yesterday.

Can't predict nature.

I like to think you can.

Very well. We shall call it...

600, and be done with it.

And the rest on arrival.

For such a price, I will expect
a premium carriage service, thank you.

Well, I have much to prepare.
I assume we sail at dawn.

I'll need quiet. I have a paper
to deliver on my research.

All the peace that
the ocean allows.

Oh, are there any restrictions
on luggage?

If it's not bigger than the ship,
it comes aboard.

Any bigger, it better float.

It doesn't.

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Something laid this,
and it'll be coming back for it.

You know the law on eggs.

You cannot move the species.

They'll have to
find Tyre Island first.

Tyre Island?
Never heard of such a place.

It's uninhabited,
lies to the east of the arboreal isles.

- Pull!
- I have done this before, you know.

It's a simple shipment job.
Can we all just relax?

Rope!

Just so you know, no one
pays a fortune for a simple shipment.

But you are a great bounty hunter.

I thought I made it clear my cargo
was to be stored in the hold.

I'm sorry. Have you seen
the size of our hold's hatch?

Most gently! I told you before,
minimum movement!

If I'm sleeping next to that,
I need to know it's not going to hatch.

So simplistic, the shape of an egg,
so you assume it's an egg.

I'm old-fashioned that way.

What is it then?

Private cargo.
Where are my quarters?

Anwar, will you
show the professor to her cabin?

- I'm not sharing with a stranger.
- I couldn't agree more.

That's why you're going to be
out here with us. Okay?

- Sinbad, all my books...
- Don't be rude.

I think you're on the wrong chart.
We're heading here.

I think with the wind
it'll be about two days and then...

And then I go north,
to the Tibal Plains.

Oh.

I thought you might
stay and help me.

You must've heard
stories of the Land of the Dead.

You think too much.

Have you ever
lost someone you loved?

Nope.

Oh. Lucky you.

I have, my brother,
and I want to find him.

I never had anyone to lose.

- I was raised by tigers.
- You only had to say no.

My father wanted a son.

He left me out on a rock to die,

and the tigers got there
before death did.

So, could you possibly...
I need some space. Can you move that?

Space? Thank you.

You prefer doodling to science,
I see.

No, no, I have great
admiration for the self-taught.

It shows real spirit.

I believe my spirit was one
of the qualities Dr. Masood

most admired at
Basra Imperial College.

And you're on the Providence
presumably to further your research?

- I have my ideas, yes.
- And are those ideas bold?

Are they going to
change the world?

I know that the shell of your cargo
isn't fibrous,

nor is it entirely calcified.

It's not an embryonic membrane.

It's not an egg at all.

It's a vessel, but for what?

Well...

It's paradise
and it's inside that shell.

That vessel, my life's work.
Diseases eradicated,

mutations gone.

You built life?

Our essence captured
in countless spores stored

inside that shell.

That's not possible.

- Think bigger.
- No.

Then see for yourself.

By the time you reach Tyre Island Island,
the release will be optimized.

A barren island transformed,

fertilized and filled with the
flora and fauna of Earth, a new Eden.

If you were an assassin,
that'd be the last sound you'd hear.

Ah! That's what I love about you,
your cool temperament.

Do you want some wine?
Or some milk?

Very few men I've known
have got past the tiger thing.

I like your den.

Did you come here to make big cat jokes
or was there something you wanted?

I just need to know,
is it because you can't help me

or because you won't help me
search for my brother?

Sinbad...

even if I knew how to get there,

- there are things the living shouldn't do.
- But this...

Places they can't go.

And the Land of the Dead is
one of them.

Anwar?
What are you doing down here?

- She took my room.
- And she wants a gourd of water all to herself.

Can you believe it? I've never met
anyone with so many demands.

- Even the Queen of Persia would expect less.
- The real issue is she's asked you to do it.

Oh yeah? And you've met someone
smarter than you and now your head hurts.

- Welcome to my world.
- She's a genius.

You think? Then how come she doesn't
know Tyre Island's inhabited?

What?

Professor?

This island we're sailing to,

there's been a mistake.

Sorry, what?

Tyre Island
isn't right for your experiment.

There are people,
people on Tyre.

- No...
- Yeah.

No, no, no.
No, no!

The egg is overheating!

It's in direct sunlight.

It needs to be in the hold,
away from the light!

It will be dark in a few hours.
The night will cool it.

It needs to be cooled now unless you
want to find yourself in breach of contract!

Why don't you try putting it
next to your heart?

That should do it.

Every two hours,
you will wash the egg with cold water.

Every two hours, day and night!

I am paying you for
a premium service on all levels.

No problem.

We'll draw up a rotor.

Now please, eat.

I've done autopsies on more
appetizing specimens.

I make something out of nothing
and every day you savour every mouthful.

Today she gets fresh dugong
and she calls it an autopsy.

This is hard for an artist to hear.

It's probably too subtle
for her palate.

Eh...

You need to be more careful
when choosing your clients.

A ship is not
a good place for tension.

Let's just remember how much money
we're going to make on this job.

- A rotor between six of us is not that bad.
- Five. I don't do rotors.

I will show her.

These delicacies will whet the appetite
of even the stoniest heart. Ha!

Probably best if I take that through.

Just gently, please.

Don't worry.
I have very light fingers.

Some light refreshment?

Better. In my cabin.

Who else knows about Tyre?

Only Rina.

There's a penitentiary there.

It's quite well-known, apparently,
among certain circles.

Sometimes I wonder if there's
anywhere left that's out of reach.

Rina is correct,
but the Tyans are a private people.

It's a society almost completely
untouched by the modern world.

It's perfect for my experiment.
Please, sit.

Now, my agreement
with them is confidential

and I would like to
keep it that way,

but depending on
how the voyage goes, well...

I would be honoured
if you would bear witness to my work.

- Witness the egg?
- Mm.

But I must be assured of
your absolute discretion, Anwar,

as one scientist to another.

- Yeah.
- Good.

Your watch.

Goodnight, Anwar.

Don't forget to water your egg.

Perhaps it was always empty.

- Okay, all we have to do is...
- Try and find whatever was inside.

A perfect world
wrapped inside a protective shell.

And I destroyed it!

I fell asleep when
I should've washed the egg.

Spores, countless spores,
all containing the essence of life.

Have you quite finished?

We've got to find these spores...

I don't know what a spore sounds like,
but it doesn't sound friendly.

Rina, Tiger, go up
and keep the ship on course,

and before the professor wakes up,
you two, we're going down to the hold.

Fussy eaters
should not come to sea.

I realized the egg wasn't
entirely calcified, Sinbad.

She explained to me...

- Oh no.
- What?

It's eaten everything.

Look at this.

It doesn't make sense.

Gunnar, look.
Some kind of skin.

Give me the net.

Oh!

I hate it down here.

Gunnar!

Run! Go, go, go!

You fools!
You wretched fools!

It was you that
brought that thing onboard,

and now you're going to tell us
what it is and how to get it off.

What?
Put the lid back on the box?

- Un-break the egg?
- You told me it was spores.

- I gave you gold for passage, for delivery!
- For research and papers, not that!

- We can still deliver.
- In what? In a barrel?

You have no idea!

Because you won't let us know
what it is we are dealing with.

Professor,
that thing is a demon!

Were his eyes fully formed?

We really didn't get that intimate,
being so busy running for our lives.

It's of vital importance!
The skin, what colour?!

Pale. What does it matter?

Second stage incisors.
Already fully formed.

The growth will be quick.

What have you done?

I think it's nocturnal:
tough skin, those eyes.

- Then it's a creature of the dark.
- Good. Then we have till sunset to kill it.

And we use light against it.
We need pans, the shinier the better.

- Gunnar?
- I just need to get some air.

Sinbad.

Anwar, would you be so kind?

We need to work together
to protect the experiment.

You mean the monster?
I want nothing to do with this.

Tyre Island is overrun with
plague-infected rats.

More stories?

I created the serpent to destroy the plague.
That is its purpose.

And what about the people of Tyre?

- Look what it did to Gunnar.
- It's not harmful to humans,

not normally.
It sleeps by day, hunts only at night.

Now, it's unbalanced because it hatched prematurely,
and that is your oversight.

Now, it's dangerous because its blood
is overly concentrated.

Now, if we thin the blood,
we can calm it down.

But I cannot do it without you.

Can you live with yourself
if you don't help me?

I can still swing a sword
with either hand.

It should have exhausted itself.

We'll be quite safe.
Come on.

Okay. You take the bow,
I'll take the stern.

Once you're in position,
you open the vial, release the vapour.

Wait!

Light could rouse its fury.

We must move swiftly.
Go, go, go.

Professor?

Professor?

Please let me out!

Sinbad! Someone help!

Help me, someone!

Someone help!

Anwar? Anwar!

Oh no...

Ah!

Sinbad! Quickly! In the hatch!

- Someone help! Quickly!
- Anwar! Anwar!

Close the hatch!

- Are you okay?
- Where is she?

Who?

Anwar, wait, I can explain!

Everybody get back!

- Professor!
- I mean it! Back off, Sinbad!

Gunnar!

You, fatso, open the hatch!
Do it!

Professor, calm down.

Sorry, Anwar.
It needs to feed.

Help me!

Pull!

We should have let it eat her.

Tempting.

But she's the only one who knows
what this creature is.

So, if we're going to stand
any chance against it,

we're going to need her help.

With this fever,
she won't be helping anyone.

Anwar.

- My God.
- What?

She's working with Caius Aponicus.

He was a professor of the Creed,
a radical.

He believed that humanity was fundamentally
flawed because of its compassion.

He subscribed to a dark belief that

a serpent would return and consume
the weak of every species.

The Imperial College expelled him,
forbade him to teach again.

This is only the beginning.
It's going to keep growing.

It's going to destroy the ship.

Then we need to get off it.

- Come on, we have to leave.
- I can't leave.

This isn't up for discussion.

As old as time,
no end, no beginning,

- born of dust and fire.
- Cook!

We don't have time for this.

You need to pull your head out of
your musings and wake up to the fact

that if you stay you're going to
drown with the ship.

Then it is as it was written.

You long to go to the Land of the Dead,
Sinbad.

We all have our destinies.

- You cannot change that.
- No, this isn't destiny.

This is a crazy scientist
with a giant snake.

I'm not going to leave you here.

Come.

This isn't
how you're meant to go.

Now is not your time to die.

Cook's refusing to abandon ship,

- and I can't leave him behind.
- Then I'm not leaving either.

Then we must stay.

If we are staying,
then does anyone actually have a plan?

Gunnar?

Try and surivive till sunrise,
and then bring it down.

We have secured the hold.

Now let's batten down
the main hatch.

Hammer them in place!

Anwar, guide her in.

It sounds like it's breaking
through the hold

To night feed.
It's hunting.

- One more set of hatches.
- Then we are the next course.

How about we give it
a feast to remember?

Us. Human bait.

We can use the cage.

Yes, then it goes for the bait,
we hoist it up.

Then we take its head off.

Wait. We should do this at dawn.
It hates the light.

- There won't be anything left by dawn.
- Okay.

Professor?

Professor, don't!

- Her work consumed her.
- Maybe she found a conscience after all.

She wasn't the conscience type.

- It's eaten. Should buy us some time.
- No, we have less time.

The more it eats,
the more dangerous it becomes.

We need to do this now.

Once more.

Everyone clear, open up the hatch as
quickly as you can, lower me down slowly,

- then close it back up, okay?
- Alright.

You only get one chance.
Okay.

- What are you doing?
- The plan.

Out. I go inside.

That thing could tear this cage
clean off the rope.

And if it doesn't,

you're going to need someone
who's good with animals.

I think I have that covered.

Pull it!

Okay, fine.

- Now bring it round.
- Move that plank.

Whatever you do,
don't get out of the cage.

Board her up, quick.

As soon as the serpent grabs the cage,
we hoist it up.

Keep listening.

Up!

Up!

Bring her up, lift her up,
lift her up!

Tiger!

Bring her down.

I swear I saw it.

- She's inside the creature.
- Tiger, it's very dark down there.

- Maybe you...
- I know what I saw.

Dear God.

This was her breakthrough.

She wasn't just creating life,
she was merging it with herself.

So, before it had strength,
and now it has strength and intelligence?

Yes. Her intelligence.

Or the Professor in in the serpent.
The serpent is in her,

shared life force,
shared intelligence.

Perhaps, if the spirits are willing,
shared weakness.

What? No sense of humour?

She's trying to sink us!

She didn't like my nuts.

Anything with almonds, pistachios,
walnuts, she did not touch.

I once saw a man die
from eating nuts.

His throat swelled up
and he choked on his own tongue.

- You're planning to kill a serpent with nuts?
- Yeah.

Someone needs to
make a decision.

If it keeps on smashing
a hole in the hull like that,

we'll be up to our necks in water.

- The lower deck's beginning to flood.
- If we just hang on till dawn...

- With nuts, really?
- At least then we'll have the sun on our side.

Whatever we decide,
we need to do it quickly.

Fine.

And we're going to need fire.

Every living thing is a-feared of fire.

- Afraid.
- That's what I said, a-feared!

More nuts!

Gunnar, try and hold on.

My dying breath will be to
curse that creature as it dies.

Only three arrows?

Sinbad!

- Cook, arrow.
- Here.

- Where did it go?
- Hold still.

I can't see it.

- Anwar!
- Anwar!

Anwar!

Stay back, everyone.

- Last arrow.
- No pressure then.

Drive it up
and out of the water!

- At last! Dawn!
- Quick, Cook, the pans!

Really, Cook? Eggs?

It was the only thing it didn't eat,
drew the line at cannibalism.

Remind me to teach you
how to use a crossbow.

You could just say it,
that you want me to stay.

I know a place.

A monastery on
the island of Malta

houses an ancient collection of maps,
strange fantastical maps.

They say they chart the island
of the sirens and of the rooks.

- Nonsense, of course.
- I wouldn't be so sure.

If I was looking for a map to
the Land of the Dead,

that's where I'd look.

If.