Van Diemen's Land Page #3

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take 200 lashes once.

After the first 100, you could see

his spine poking through.

So for the next 100

they had to whip his arse.

Blood gushing like a tap.

Never tried to escape after that.

There's no going back.

Not for any of us.

Hunger is a strange silence.

We have to go back.

Go back?

We wouldn't make it.

Hey, what are you doing,

you mad English bastard?

Shh!

An animal?

By Christ, lad, you're seeing things.

Would you shut your f***ing mouth?

You'll never catch it.

He'll never catch it.

Them imaginations are too fast.

F*** you! Aarggh!

- Hey. Hey.

- Do what you're f***ing told, old man!

Hey, you get your f***ing hands off!

Get your hands off!

Get your f***ing hands off.

Arggh!

Mathers:
Bodenham!

Stop it!

- Bodenham:
No-one touches me!

- Mathers:
Stay back. Bodenham!

Dalton:
Pearce! I will not fight.

Bodenham:
F*** you!

I will not fight!

Dalton:
Pearce?

Kennerly:
# It's oft-time

# When I slumber

# I have a pleasant dream

# With my pretty girl I be roving

# Down by a sparkling stream

# In Ireland I've been roving

# With her at my command

# But I wake up broken-hearted

# 'Pon Van Diemen's Land.

Dalton:
That was a beautiful song,

William Kennerly.

Aye.

Did you have a pretty one back home?

I hope not, for lonely she'll die.

Yourself?

A few.

My sister, my mother...

and old Grandmother.

If you have no scars,

the crows will eat your eyes.

Damn you.

Travers:
What about Pearce?

You have to do it.

You have to do it soon.

I'm hungry, Robert.

Greenhill:
Hmm. I know.

Dalton:
Cooee!

Greenhill:
It's the law of the sea.

I've seen the like done before.

It tastes like pork.

Mathers:
I couldn't.

Greenhill:
Don't be a fool.

Mathers:
I'll have no hand in it.

Greenhill:
I'll not hang for it.

I'll eat the first piece myself

but we all take part.

We agreed?

Travers:
Pearce?

What say you?

Aye.

Mathers:
Who then?

Dalton.

Mathers:
Dalton?!

What about Bodenham?

Greenhill:
Are we agreed?

Tell the others to get walking.

We need to keep moving.

Are you sure you didn't

know she was my mother?

We'll die out here Pearce.

Christ knows where

Greenhill's taking us.

We're sure to reach the settled

districts before long.

We'll never make it.

I'm going back.

We have to keep moving.

What about a song, William?

Fire in my belly.

I'm so hungry I could eat my own arse.

Sorry I am, William.

Rest yourself.

God be with you.

Bodenham:
F***! F***!

You f***...

Keep quiet!

Kennerly:
You animal!

You filthy English scum!

- Goddamn you to hell!

- Not one more f***ing word!

Travers:
We have to bleed him.

We can't eat him if we don't.

- Bodenham:
Eat him?

- Travers:
Pearce, come here.

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