The Mark 666 & the New World Order Page #5

People don't care about

the Indians no more.

What's all this?

Don't put yourself in danger.

You don't have to do anything else...

for us.

Why have you not come to me?

I know, my love.

Don't trust me.

You don't know who I am.

Remember.

Thank you. God be with you.

- God bless. May Almighty God bless you.

- May God be with you.

Thank you,thank you, thank you.

Thank you kindly.

Who are you

whom I love?

She...

brass touched her hair.

- Where are you going?

- Crabs in a bucket...

- Where you would not dare to follow.

- scuttling over each other.

Don't you think you should take more men?

They can come if they choose.

I will see if we can

trade with another tribe.

Sail, sail on.

Be careful, sir.

What else is life but living there?

Steal her love.

She lay in peace,

gazed at the sky...

motionless.

Afraid of what I most desire,

a fool I was.

Cannot walk two paths at once...

- Leave her free.

- ... ride two horses.

Can't deceive the God.

Cling to the God.

As long as you do, you have a claim on life.

She, unbound.

The source of all evil.

It excuses vulgarity,

makes wrong right,base noble.

There's something I

know when I'm with you

that I forget when I'm away.

Tell me, my love,

did you wish for me to come

back and live with you again?

True.

Shut your eyes.

Is this the man I loved...

- There.

- ... so long?

A ghost.

Come.

Where are you, my love?

Free.

What do I fear?

Can love lie?

You.

We can't go into the forest.

Could I show you England?

No, it is too far.

If I can be with you...

that is all.

The river leads back there.

It leads onward too.

Deeper.

Into the wild.

Start over.

Exchange this false life for a true one.

Give up the name of Smith.

What are you doing here?

I beg your pardon, sir. You were

gone longer than we expected.

Appears I've wandered off myself a bit.

Things go badly?

No ties.

Space enough at last

to break free.

Can I lead them off some other way?

What about the soil, Captain?

- Is it as good as we thought?

- Like her...

- Not really.

- ... always alone.

In fact, I've rarely seen such a pesthole.

Look about you. Everything's swamp,

with water standing in lakes and

pools, so the ground gives way

- beneath your feet.

- Let the dead bury the dead.

I suspect there's more puddles than dry land,

each producing more mosquitoes in their

slime than there are beads in a nunnery,

and each mosquito as hungry as a priest.

None but a savage could inhabit the place.

Or west of here,

towards the mountains, or south,

now that is something else.

- We can sail on...

- Come...

- seek a passage to the Indies.

- my love.

It flows.

- Where?

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