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island lore, Silly.

Nothing for you

to worry about now.

Curse...

What kind of a ridiculous

story is this?

You expect people

to believe in curses?

You want me to stop?

Fine with me...

No.

The fish were gone,

and the villagers held

a secret meeting in the church.

Something had to be done.

It's the only way

to get the fish back, Stone.

You know that!

Three founding

families, Stone.

That's the way

it's has always been.

That's right!

If we don't do something soon,

they'll be gone forever!

There are other ways

for this island to survive.

You must leave Silly alone.

Jesus!

Till now, Silly had been

respectful of her mother's wish

to stay out of the water.

But now,

it was her 16th birthday,

she was old enough

to do what she wanted.

She had to find out

what was out there...

- Franny?

- Dr. Stone...

Silly stole your boat.

She's got her on the beach.

I saw her put it in the water.

She's over there!

Go on!

Come back here.

No! Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

No!

Come on!

Let me go!

Silly!

Come on!

Come now, Silly.

The boat drifted out

into the bay, Porter.

Nothing but splinters

when it hits the rocks.

I'll be expecting her

to be making it up.

She'll do

what you say, Doc.

Nothing like this

will be happening again...

You have my word.

The clue...

was right under

Silly's nose all the time.

It was the tale performed in

a pageant by the children each year

about the first

European settlers.

- The French?

- No, before that.

A Viking ship was said

to have sailed the island's bay

hundreds of years ago,

looking for land...

and a safe place

to begin a new life.

They came upon

a beautiful bay,

its waters thick with

all the fish in the sea.

They felt

they entered Heaven itself.

But...

as the ship drew

close to the island,

a great storm came up.

And the rough

seas crashed it...

until finally it began

to sink into the freezing bay.

On board, there was a man

and his beloved new bride,

pregnant with

their first child.

They had fought

to get to this new land,

and not even the cruel, brutal

sea would keep them apart.

And as the ship went down,

they cried out to each other.

And for a brief moment,

all the powers of Nature,

the mighty seas themselves,

heard their plea and rose up

to grant the lovers a last wish.

The lovers wished

a curse on the island

that every 50 years,

the fish would dry up.

And all the settlers

in the future, would go hungry.

Payment for

the lives of the sailors

and the unborn child

lost that day.

If the fish disappeared

every 50 years,

then... there had to be

some way of getting them back.

Uh-hu.

That's exactly

what Silly said.

It's happening again.

I don't know.

A couple of weeks.

Well, I just couldn't

leave her in Berlin

staring at the ceiling,

could I?

No.

I don't know. I don't think

she can remember anything.

Well, she's your kid too,

right Max?

Hello?

Hello?

Sh*t!

I didn't

hear you come in.

Your father said

the school called.

They wanna know whether

to hold your room at the dorm.

I remember my first place

in the city, woo!

My God, we used

to get in trouble.

Excuse me

for chatting but...

Uncle Peat isn't exactly

the talkative type,

and I've had this wretched

song in my head all day.

A friggin' jig,

for Pete's sakes!

I know this is hard.

I've loved too, Claire.

I had noticed.

You can barely keep

their names straight.

One of us is going to have

to stop feeling sorry for herself.

Mind the steps, Silly.

Don't be missing spots.

Mmm-hmm...

"Don't be missing spots. "

Finally.

Silly!

Show my guest upstairs.

I hope that the room's

done up as I asked.

I hope it'll do.

After that boat, this is heaven.

I assure you.

Wait 'til you see

the crapper out back.

Top of the stairs,

Mrs. Griggs, is your room...

and the lavatory.

I trust

you'll be comfortable.

Thank you.

- I'll have your things brought up.

- Good, good.

James!

Insisting

on carrying his own.

Stubborn as

the Germans, that boy.

Ha, ha, ha.

Silly... go!

"After that boat,

this is heaven, I assure you. "

...plant's ripe

for being torn down

to make room

for docks, barracks.

With a view

of the sea, darling.

View of the sea?

- Yes.

Does it always

smell like this?

A storm brought in more

kelp than usual this year.

...How fascinating.

Not one nail.

I trust your base will leave

space for local boats, Father.

Let's move along, shall we?

Good Lord!

That child

has my emeralds!

Steven!

- Steven come here.

Silly!

Silly come here!

Silly!

She's got nerve.

- She's a criminal.

Silly!

Silly?

Silly.

I'm told you've been...

You've been bothering

the admiral and his family.

Filthy liars!

Stone is trying to make

something off this place.

It's a chance

for all of us.

Even you!

We won't be needing a base

when the fish come back!

Silly,

it's just a story.

You're 16 years old,

for God's sake.

A grown woman!

Haven't you caused yourself

enough heartache?

Haven't you?

Ever since

the plant shut down,

you sit in that chair all day

praying the dead will come back.

She's gone!

She's dead and gone.

And now

you can't even fish.

There ain't no one

on this island

who's gonna put up

with you anymore.

No one.

Ahem.

You've been spying on me?

I got better to do

than spy on anyone.

- Let alone you.

- Not what I heard.

And it's true what they say!

Every friggin' word...

Watch out,

I'll get you!

Doctor's house ain't

fine enough for you?

Biggest one

on the island.

The sound of the water

helps me sleep.

We...

A storm's coming up.

Your tent won't

last one blow.

I'll take my chances,

thanks.

Here!

One more!

Come on!

I feel like one

of Melville's heroes...

Ahab or Ishmael in the belly

of the whale and all that.

They're city friends

of yours?

No...

It's Moby Dick.

It's a story about

a great white whale,

and a man obsessed

with conquering it...

and the sea.

The most valiant

battle there is.

They win the battle,

your heroes?

Mm... yes.

In a sense, yes.

So...

How did you know

the storm was coming?

The way you know

about ideas and books.

I know about the sea.

Nlmmm.

Rhubarb wine?

Thank you.

You don't get boiled beef

and potatoes on the mainland?

Might be needing salt.

Thank you.

James!

You know

that's bad for you.

Silly, serve the food.

Well,

all goes as planed.

Construction can

begin right away.

I can't see how you'll be able

to build on that wharf.

I have it

on good authority

that the rocks go out

a hundred feet.

Landfill.

It'll give us an extra

quarter of a mile.

What about

the fishing boats?

Silly, you know as well as I do

that there are no fish here.

The water is barren.

It ain't barren...

it's cursed.

I'd heard about

these local stories.

How quaint.

What makes you so sure

they're just stories?

I think you're forgetting

we're guests here, James.

Invited to destroy

a way of life.

The base will bring jobs.

The base will bring

this rock out of the dark ages.

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