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In Mr. Cobbes house.

Hit them, Morgan tane!

Hit them!

Stop! Everybody to your homes!

Lay off! Do you want

to kill him?

Wardens! Wardens!

Wardens! Wardens!

To your homes, all of you!

Before the fires of hell

devour you!

Go on inside.

The wrath of Jehovah

will strike you!

The island of Matareva

will sink into the sea.

You, Morgan, will live

to regret this night.

Come inside, you fool.

The wardens were sent

into exile for good.

Some said "waililatu",

good riddance.

Some said things I'm reluctant

to repeat.

But the wardens never came back.

To Mr. Cobbes astonishment, our

island didn't sink beneath the waves.

And when he attempted to scold us

for our new ways...

we smiled at him as if

he were a foolish child.

You're sinning!

Old games, brought to us by

an English missionary...

long before the Cobbetts' time,

were revived.

Watch this, I'm going to kill it!

Musve been that

three-cornered bat.

The ball was crooked.

The sun was in your eyes.

You catch fish

better than you play cricket.

It was hard for Mr. Cobbett to

believe. Here we were, at Church.

Not because we were made to go,

but because we wanted to.

Come again?

The sharks are biting again.

Last night, I dreamt I had

a sewing machine...

and I was making you

beautiful new pants.

I touched your hand to tell you,

but you were asleep.

If I stay in this position,

I won't need new pants.

Have you ever been to the island

north of here? I forget its name.

Tulati. Is a bad place,

Morgan tane...

filled with the spirits of the dead

who ate their enemies.

I hear there's good pearl beds. That

$170 I came with won't last forever.

What are the atolls like

to the west?

Not as pretty as Matareva.

Matareva, Matareva.

Don't you ever get sick of this place?

Never.

Don't you ever take a vacation?

Travel?

Yes. Next month when

the schooner comes...

my aunt will visit her brother

in Rarotonga.

But she will come back.

Everyone comes back.

Get me one of those drinking nuts.

Morgan tane, tell me about America.

Is it good there?

My aunt heard a story once.

They said that in America...

they have little cages which take

people up as high as the clouds.

That isn't true, is it?

Sure is true.

Are there tines of meat, taro

and coconuts for everybody?

Here, no one is hungry.

And the young girls, Morgan tane,

are they beautiful?

Beautiful? Every single one

of them...

with strings of pearls around their

arms all up to their necks.

Morgan tane, I will tell you

something strange.

Before I saw you, all white men

looked the same to me.

Thas what they say

about you people.

Did I look the same to you

as all other girls?

Maybe a little fatter,

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