Lost Colony AKA Wraiths of Roanoke Page #2

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I'm sorry.

I'm just so tired.

It's been a long day.

Yes, of course it has, Darling.

Forgive me, you should rest.

Oh, no please,

keep the lights on.

- Of course.

- Thank you.

Ananias...

My baby!

Where is my baby?

Please.

Somebody.

Where is everybody?

Please... somebody.

She now belongs to us.

Give me back my baby.

No.

What happened?

Calm yourself, Sweetheart,

calm yourself, it wasn't real.

It's okay, what're you doing?

Oh, the baby, the baby.

I have to make sure.

Make sure of what?

I had to make sure, that

she's still in there.

Don't look at me like that,

I'm not insane.

No, no, I know you're not...

It's just, you said, she.

- Did I?

- Yes.

You did.

It was... it was just a figment,

I suppose.

You'll be alright.

OH... oh my God.

Ananias, something is wrong,

something is wrong.

Wait, wait, I... I'll be back.

Oh, my God.

Emmy!... Emmy!

Emmy, Emmy, somebody go

find us a Midwife.

Emmy! Emmy!

What is talking so long they?

Not you!

Get back.

Are there complications?

It's very strange.

It's if someone's trying to induce

the birth before it's time.

Keep breathing Eleanor,

you're doing fine.

It's alright my love,

it's almost over.

Put for, put, push!

That's it...

Oh my, it's a beautiful baby.

Well, it's not in there.

This girl belongs to us.

Stop her!

It's a girl.

Emmy, Emmy, you've done it.

I guess you were right.

It's a girl?

She is.

She's beautiful.

It's your father.

Emmy, what can I tell her Majesty,

is the name of this beautiful child?

It's true Virginia,

wouldn't you say, Sir.

Virginia Eleanor Dare.

- Hip, Hip, Hurray.

- Congratulations, Dare.

- Well done, my friend.

- Well done!

- Congratulations.

- Thank you, Sir, thank you.

As of today, Ananias will be

your acting Governor.

You're taking your leave,

from us then, Sir?

If I don't leave soon, I'll

be hanged for choosing...

against the queen, then we'll

never get our supplies.

Well, you could always blame

it on the weather, Sir.

So, I shall.

Ah, Thomas returns.

From another unsuccessful

hunt, by the looks of it.

Any luck today?

More of the same, I'm afraid.

That forest is the void of life.

No birds, or nothing.

It's down right un-natural.

What's un-natural is your lack

of skill, with that cross-bow.

You know, I have yet to face, of

anything you've caught either...

my friend.

Ananias, I need a word with you.

Yes, Sir.

Don't let this Governor-sh*t

go to your head, would you.

Mm'mm.

Yes, Sir.

Now Ananias, this is important.

If you should run in to trouble,

and you're forced to leave.

Markup on a tree,

with your destination.

Along with the Maltese-cross.

You should do so,

under severe duress.

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