The Mark 666 & the New World Order

Come, spirit.

Help us sing the story of our land.

You are our mother...

we, your field of corn.

We rise...

from out of the soul of you.

Dear mother...

you fill the land with your beauty.

You reach to the end of the world.

How shall I seek you?

Show me your face...

you, the great river

that never runs dry.

Let him go.

You said to hang him, sir.

Now remember, Smith,

you've cometo these shores in chains.

You're under a cloud

which will darken considerably if I hear

anymore of your mutinous remarks.

Is that understood?

Captain Newport, sir,

we found oysters.

They're as thick as my hands.

They're the size of stones, sir,

and there's fish everywhere.

They're flapping against your legs.

- We're gonna live like kings.

- All these months at sea...

I'm weary of looking further.

This place will serve.

We have deep water to the shore,

we can see up and down the river.

Our enemies will have

no advantage of surprise.

Bring the anchors and midsails to shore,

in case some homesick person

decides to slip away with them.

We must be careful not

to offend the naturals.

If our crops fail,

we shall be obliged to trade with them.

Once we're established here,

we may go up the river

and seek a route

to the other sea.

The savages often visit us kindly...

timid, like a herd of curious deer.

Tonight we shall sleep aboard our ships,

everyone in full armor. In the morning,

we will chop down every tree

within half a mile of the moorage

and use the straightest limbs

to erect a line of watchtowers

and to build our fort.

When we have done that,

we set our wheat and barley,

put up houses and lay in firewood.

Slackers will be whipped at

the site of their transgression.

- Sir.

- Yes, Emery?

When might we, uh,be going out to...

poke about, sir?

We are not here to pillage and raid.

We are here to establish a colony.

How many lands behind me?

Gold will do you no good.

Not six months from now, when

the snow has begun to fly.

How many seas?

What blows and dangers?

Fortune ever my friend.

Five kegs is gone since we

landed. Somebody stole 'em.

Rain's gotten to this,and worms here.

- Brand him.

- And here.

Cut off his ears.

Captured these two, sir,

talking to the men,

spying.

Hey, you!

He stole me hatchet!

We've lost the favor of the naturals.

Had we not sighted land the day we did,

I would have turned back.

We have eaten the majority of our stores,

our best men are sick with fever,

the rest will soon breed mutiny.

We might as well be shipwrecked!

Now...

the naturals tell me, uh,

of a city up the river

and of a mighty king who lives there.

I propose we send an envoy to this king

to see whether he can be persuaded

to trade with us.

Meanwhile, I shall,uh, return to England

for fresh supplies.

I'll not be back until spring.

Radcliffe here will be in command.

As to who will approach

the savage king, I needn't tell you

it will be a hazardous mission.

Captain Smith is the only

professional soldier among us.

Smith, sir? What are... what are...

what are his qualifications?

Those you lack.

I should very dearly like to know one thing.

What is to prevent this friend of the hangman

from making league with the

naturals and turning upon us...

only under the extremity of

torture, I should like to assume...

or indeed instructing

them in the conduct of war

and English strategies,

if I may make so bold?

His-his-his right to the title of captaincy

is dubious at best. The

low-born son of a farmer

cannot be expected

to behave with a gentleman's

sense of propriety.

Perhaps you'd like to go, Wingfield.

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