Freedom Page #4

Owned by Amos Clowe.

You still have your Bible

I see.

God has given you

very little, Ozias.

Mr. Amos taught me to speak

English with this book.

But God's words have taught me

so much more.

God's words?

Surely just

written by mere mortal men.

It wasn't God

who came in the night

And gave me food

and saved my life.

You were treated so very poorly

by Mr. Clowe.

I was flogged on board

his Majesty's man-of-war

Ozias, for desertion.

And now I'm in command

of a slave ship.

I'm the captain of a slave ship.

I've learned to expect

nothing from God.

I remember one night,

the slave factory.

I cried out in the dark

Your servant listens

A huge roar split the heavens,

I fell to my knees.

I saw the trees bow

in His honor

I heard the Lord speak my name

In the rustle

of the barb leaves.

God spoke to me.

Tell me this, then, Ozias.

Why does your just

and merciful God

Condemn good people

like you and me to slavery?

There are no good people,

John Newton.

We are all dogs, hunted,

shackled, enslaved.

That is why we need God.

Captain! Captain!

What's going on?

He was trying

to hang himself, captain.

What is he saying?

Ozias!

He wants to die.

Tell him we're taking him to

a better place, a new life.

He wants his freedom.

Some of them are starving

themselves too, captain.

This is valuable cargo,

Mr. Davey.

I can't have slaves

killing themselves.

Doctor?

This one is gravely ill.

Her son... I don't know.

What is it?

The flux, captain.

There's nothing to be done.

Your great

grandfather was on that ship, Samuel.

A boy struggling

to hold on to hope.

His survival tied to the fate

of captain Newton.

Woah.

I'll leave you here, Garrett.

McGee, you take care.

Look out for Plimpton.

Samuel.

Godspeed, y'all.

Y'all take good care, now.

You'll make it. Canaan's Land.

Here it is.

Woah, oh.

You, unhitch the horses, Samuel.

Who's inside?

It's a Quaker house.

See that lamp?

It's safe.

This is where

we'll hide you tonight.

- Here you go.

- Come on.

This way, Jim.

- Yes?

- Watchman...

What is left of the night?

Morning is coming,

but also the night.

Come in, Mr. Garrett.

- Thank you kindly.

- We've been expecting you.

Come on in.

Here you go.

This here is Samuel Woodward

and his family. William Giddens.

Come in.

You must be hungry.

Very.

There are too many of us.

These men are from Missouri.

Harriet Tubman brought them

across yesterday.

We cannot all hide here.

There's not enough space.

Harriet told

us that four more free black men

Were kidnapped yesterday.

Now, stay calm.

There you are.

Where're you from?

Ah, the Monroe place.

The biggest plantation

in the Norfolk area.

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