Lost Colony AKA Wraiths of Roanoke

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Inspired by actual events.

Gaius! Gaius!

Gaius!

- Forgive me.

- Gaius!

Sorry, Lee.

God in heaven, save our souls.

LOST COLONY:

Jul 221587, Roanoke Island, Virginia

Six Months Later.

Elenore...

Lend me your hand.

I think I am perfectly capable.

Yes, I know are.

Thank you.

No, thank you, for at least allowing

me the illusion of being useful.

What is it?

It's nothing.

It's perfectly normal,

to feel out of sorts.

After all, it will take some time.

I reacted selfishly.

Our child...

will see prosperity here,

that you or I have never known.

There's nothing selfish in that.

Do you believe in me?

Look!

Of course I do.

It's beautiful.

Come.

What do you mean, there's

no sign of Raleighs men?

You best come with me.

All I know, you'll be

happy here, my love.

to guard the Fort...

only this remains, Sir.

For a body to decompose,

to such an advanced state.

This man died some time ago...

as much as 6 or 7 months.

Another thing is, he was alone,

when he opt himself in here.

Why they dig a ditch,

around the entire Fort?

The other question is...

where did they all go?

The only thing we know for sure, this

poor bastard was the only one alive.

And he chose hanging...

instead facing whatever it was,

on the other side of that wall.

How can you possibly know that?

The gate and the door, were

locked from the inside...

and there was no one

else here, Governor.

And what about that?

He wrote:

People you are warned...

you see for yourself now...

this story is not so uncertain.

This is more than likely,

some old Spanish phrase...

simply meant to frighten

us off and nothing more.

We'll then use strength in

our resolve, gentlemen.

In any in case, they're gonna

have to do better then...

nonsensical writings on a rock.

It's old Norse.

The language of the Vikings.

What's it says?

Save your soul...

before they'll take it from you.

It's the writings of a

Mad-man and nothing more.

It wont do them any good, at that.

Somebody clean that, will you.

George...

Leave it be.

You knew this man?

Yes, I did.

I'm sorry, Ananias.

If you do not leave, beware

of the winter nights...

they're the most dangerous.

And never...

go into the heart of the forest.

The sun will set soon.

I must go, my friend.

I see.

Their you are, ladies.

- Good evening, Elizabeth.

- Good evening, Ananias.

So, tell us sister, what were

you two cackling about?

Oh, we... we were

talking about...

Actually, we heard the

most distrusting rumor.

Oh really? What's that?

That there was no sign,

of the soldiers...

left behind, to guard the Fort.

- And they'd all been murdered.

- Or worse.

Well, I wouldn't, huh... alarm

yourselves, ladies, it's true...

they weren't here, I can assure

you, they weren't murdered.

They simply left with Captain

Granville, when he passed by...

- several weeks ago.

- But, how can you be sure?

Captains journal, in the Out-post.

If I know my father, he's having

them shot, for abandoning their post.

Yes, probably.

Listen, plans change all the

time, if they hadn't left...

when they did, they could have

been stuck here for months.

Is everything

in order, Christopher?

What'd you think,

my father up to now?

I believe your father,

is about to make an address.

- Here you are, Emmy.

- Thank you.

I just wanted to see,

how you were faring it.

It couldn't be better.

- I'll be close by, if you need me.

- Okay.

The old man's been looking

for you, Ananias.

Why?

What did you do now?

Governor White, like to request the

attention, of all persons present.

Brave English Journey-men.

I stand with you tonight...

a humble servant of her

Majesty Queen Elizabeth.

Although you have traveled

far and long...

the road ahead,

shall be even longer yet.

Tomorrow your real

journey will begin.

But tonight we're

going to celebrate.

We're going to celebrate

our arrival...

on this island, which we

will come to know as our own.

God bless this Isle of Roanoke.

And long live the Queen.

- Long live the Queen.

- Long live the Queen.

Your old man certainly has

a way about him, right?

- Oh yes, yes he does.

- He's not that bad.

Try being me for a day.

So, we're trading'm then,

are we?

Hm'mm...

What'd you think, hm'mm?

Are you going to tell me or not?

No.

Fair enough, you win.

After the baby's born,

now your father.

While you're at it...

- find George Howe, for my sister.

- Ambrose...

Oh God... oh...

- OMalley!

- Aye, Sir.

Is it normal?

Can't see with this much fog,

beyond of those walls.

Nothing's worse than Cardiff.

Carry on.

Ananias?

It's become obvious.

We are in desperate

need of supplies.

So, I'll be leaving here, in

a few short weeks, and I shall...

deploying you, as acting

Governor, until my return.

Really, Sir?

What about George Howe?

He's a top soldier,

one of our the best!

Let me make this clear to you.

I charge in you, looking after

the 2 people on this island...

meaning more to me, than

anything in the world.

Eleanor and my future grand-child.

And I suspect, you'll be

best suited for that task...

as Governor, wouldn't you agree?

Yes, Sir, I would.

- You can rely on me.

- Good

What the hell?

I'll be acting Governor.

when your father is away.

That's wonderful.

Well deserved.

Deserved?

It's a little more than that.

It's everything we hoped for,

everything we dreamed of.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

I'm just so tired.

It's been a long day.

Yes, of course it has, Darling.

Forgive me, you should rest.

Oh, no please,

keep the lights on.

- Of course.

- Thank you.

Ananias...

My baby!

Where is my baby?

Please.

Somebody.

Where is everybody?

Please... somebody.

She now belongs to us.

Give me back my baby.

No.

What happened?

Calm yourself, Sweetheart,

calm yourself, it wasn't real.

It's okay, what're you doing?

Oh, the baby, the baby.

I have to make sure.

Make sure of what?

I had to make sure, that

she's still in there.

Don't look at me like that,

I'm not insane.

No, no, I know you're not...

It's just, you said, she.

- Did I?

- Yes.

You did.

It was... it was just a figment,

I suppose.

You'll be alright.

OH... oh my God.

Ananias, something is wrong,

something is wrong.

Wait, wait, I... I'll be back.

Oh, my God.

Emmy!... Emmy!

Emmy, Emmy, somebody go

find us a Midwife.

Emmy! Emmy!

What is talking so long they?

Not you!

Get back.

Are there complications?

It's very strange.

It's if someone's trying to induce

the birth before it's time.

Keep breathing Eleanor,

you're doing fine.

It's alright my love,

it's almost over.

Put for, put, push!

That's it...

Oh my, it's a beautiful baby.

Well, it's not in there.

This girl belongs to us.

Stop her!

It's a girl.

Emmy, Emmy, you've done it.

I guess you were right.

It's a girl?

She is.

She's beautiful.

It's your father.

Emmy, what can I tell her Majesty,

is the name of this beautiful child?

It's true Virginia,

wouldn't you say, Sir.

Virginia Eleanor Dare.

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