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had an accident.

Fell on some coral.

To your homes!

To your homes, everybody!

We were still in chains...

only Mr. Morgan had won

the right to live as he pleased.

To our surprise, it pleased him

to live alone.

It may seem strange to people

not of our island...

but we could not

understand this.

My mother was commissioned

to look into the matter.

Hello, Morgan tane.

Hello, Povana.

The way you cook that fish,

it will be dry as a coconut husk.

I like it dry,

it brings out the flavour.

It is a man's place to catch fish,

not to cook it.

I have a big question to ask you.

Do you not find the women of

Matareva pleasant to look on?

They're all right.

Do you not find them desirable?

What are you driving at?

A man needs a woman, to make

his meals, to sweep his floor...

to mend his clothes, to light

his lamp when night comes...

and blow it out when

is time for bed.

Not this man.

Listen pretty...

Listen pretty yourself.

I've been all through that.

They start as your cook

and feel they own you...

use you for what they can get.

I'm fine the way I am.

You offend the people

of Matareva.

Thas tough.

You are empty and sour

like Mr. Cobbett.

Worse.

I leave you to your fish. Ill taste

like seaweed rotting in the sun.

But my mother was stubborn.

She was not easily put off.

Hello, Maeva.

What brings you here, Povana?

Morgan tane needs a wife.

You must go to him.

When I look in the mirror,

I am ashamed.

The warden beat

my beauty away.

He will look at the hurt

you received for him...

and Morgan tane

will welcome you.

Hello. When did you get here?

Not so long ago.

Your meal will soon be ready,

Mr. Morgan tane.

That wasn't bad.

Some day, I'll cook pololo

for you.

I'll take you in my canoe when is

dark, and teach you to catch them.

Look, don't you have a sweetheart?

Somebody you like?

The young men of our island

are without courage.

You mean you've never

had a boyfriend?

In the old days, every girl knew

love from the age of fifteen.

When they married they no longer

desired other men.

A girl can get into trouble

that way.

Our girls had babies first,

to show they'd make good wives.

Well, thas something

Cobbett stopped.

Some things, even Mr. Cobbett

cannot stop.

Is getting late.

Your shirt is torn.

You better go home.

I'll mend it.

I said go home.

Mr. Morgan, it is no good for you

to live alone.

See. I've brought my things.

Please. Not till after dark.

The village will laugh

at me.

OK. Only till the lights go out.

Hear?

Only till the lights go out.

Morgan tane! Morgan tane!

Did you hear?

Whas up?

Maeva, the wardens took her

to the jail.

Where is the key?

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