Lost Colony AKA Wraiths of Roanoke Page #2

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- Hip, Hip, Hurray.

- Congratulations, Dare.

- Well done, my friend.

- Well done!

- Congratulations.

- Thank you, Sir, thank you.

As of today, Ananias will be

your acting Governor.

You're taking your leave,

from us then, Sir?

If I don't leave soon, I'll

be hanged for choosing...

against the queen, then we'll

never get our supplies.

Well, you could always blame

it on the weather, Sir.

So, I shall.

Ah, Thomas returns.

From another unsuccessful

hunt, by the looks of it.

Any luck today?

More of the same, I'm afraid.

That forest is the void of life.

No birds, or nothing.

It's down right un-natural.

What's un-natural is your lack

of skill, with that cross-bow.

You know, I have yet to face, of

anything you've caught either...

my friend.

Ananias, I need a word with you.

Yes, Sir.

Don't let this Governor-sh*t

go to your head, would you.

Mm'mm.

Yes, Sir.

Now Ananias, this is important.

If you should run in to trouble,

and you're forced to leave.

Markup on a tree,

with your destination.

Along with the Maltese-cross.

You should do so,

under severe duress.

Understood, Sir.

I doubt that'll be necessary.

You do all of this, Ananias and

your reputation in this station...

will be guaranteed.

Thank you, Sir.

Any use to have some thing.

- Hungry?

- Not yet, no, thank you.

Your father will be

on that boat tomorrow.

Yeah, I know.

Long journey.

- What's the matter, my love?

- Nothing.

- The pain still bad?

- No.

Then what it is?

I don't want us, to stay

here, in Roanoke.

Let's go back to England,

with my father.

Back to England?

Where did this come from?

I just don't feel, this is a

proper place to raise the child.

We've been over this,

a hundred times, Eleanor.

You know our chances here, are

better then we ever see in England.

She should be raised, the

daughter of some one important.

Not yet.

I have been entrusted with

a responsibility here.

If I go back to England now,

I'll be branded a coward.

Quiet!... There is something

wrong with this island.

It's simply as easy.

Womans intuition, if you will.

The future of this family is here.

I made your father a promise.

Don't think it's worth it.

September 22, 1587- Autumnal Equinox

Who's there?

Who's there?

Go on, Ananias,

you're not even trying.

Just as long as you

can catch your breath.

It's a perfect big

waste of energy.

I'll be hearing all

about it later.

Oh, calm down, it's just some

hardworking boys, having some fun.

Look, it's your wife.

That was a trick.

That's distraction.

You underestimated, Dare.

- He tricked him.

- Sure did.

- Thomas.

- Ananias.

It's Ambrose, I think he

may be in trouble.

- Ambrose?

- He went out to the forest to check his traps.

And then I heard a gun-shot.

Thomas, get the women and

children inside the fort.

Joseph, we're going after Ambrose.

Okay now, inside, inside.

Who you think did that?

The girl.

George?

Order the men back.

Order them back now.

Fall back, to the Fort.

Fall back.

We've two problems,

and a single remedy for both.

What's that?

The neighboring tribes

out-number us.

The last thing we need to do,

is go to the Mainland...

where the could quite easily

ambush us, at any time.

Ananias, is right...

to take natives on,

just be suicide.

Besides, I'm not even sure, if

they done us anything wrong.

At first light, I'm crossing the bay,

to tell Manteyo about these events.

And while I'm gone,

Joseph is in charge.

Manteyo.

I need to see Manteyo.

Manteyo!

You should not have come here.

Leave at once.

I need to speak with you.

About the island.

They were going to kill me.

I like you Ananias, and

I like John White.

The relations with your

people, were not being good.

This was before,

you stole from us.

And killed one of us.

Manteyo, I'm deeply sorry,

but those were not my people.

I understand.

But my people, do not.

I need to know more,

about that island.

As I told you before, ancient

evil runs that forest.

Do you believe that?

Yes.

I know you realize

truth in my warning.

I tell you Monteyo, in my world

there are many superstitions.

They come from Myth or Legends.

Something terrible

happened their ones.

How you can be certain?

I feel it.

Your own people will suffer,

if you do not leave.

Well, we have no where to go.

The ships won't return until spring.

I am truly sorry.

But I can do nothing.

Here.

It will protect the wearer,

give it to your wife.

Or child.

I'm not blind.

Your wife was many months with

child, when last I saw her.

I only wish, I could give more.

Thank you.

Maybe my life.

Ananias! You should not

come back, my friend.

Another nightmare?

Something horrific,

as that.

- Surely it's just a dream.

- They're not dreams, they're visions.

It's alright

Find something to keep her in line.

So, gentlemen,

what is all the fuss?

Something wrong with the crops.

Maybe we missed the season,

ever since the temperature...

began to drop last month,

nothing seems to grow.

Over a dozen died already,

from sickness and hunger.

I'm beginning to wonder,

how many of us will be left...

by the time the ships come back.

We have to cut rations another 20%.

Another 20%? I've barely enough

to feed my family, as it is.

What'd you say, in trading

with the Natives?

Raleighs men, already

cost us that option.

They will no longer have

anything to do with us.

Then we take what we need.

Careful, Edward.

Maybe we should reconsider,

moving back to the Mainland.

No, we already gone over that.

This island is our only

defensible position.

We're to vulnerable for attack.

Besides, it might as well be

sooner, to see us starve.

It's to late in the season

to plant any crops.

- Right, Sam?

- Yes, Sir.

The task I was given, gentlemen.

It is to maintain this island,

in case we go to war with Spain.

And that is exactly,

what we are going to do.

Until, we can do,

something longer?

Yeah... Tonight is old Halloween.

We got to celebrate.

It's good for morale.

- Good evening, Governor.

- Good evening, Thomas.

Festivities going well?

Not really, I didn't have a drop.

Really?

I thought Williams was

supposed to be on duty.

He was, I relieved him.

Yeah... well, I'm here now.

You should be with

your wife and daughter.

Yes, I should.

- Stay well, Thomas.

- Good night.

- She is beautiful.

- Thank you.

Ladies, how are the festivities?

Could go a bid better,

then it looks.

I will leave you two, at alone,

I'm going off to bed.

Do you think there's a chance,

Ambrose is still out there somewhere?

Why don't you go with Virginia

inside, it's getting cold.

That's impossible.

Miss!

Miss!

Miss!

Miss, are you alright?

You shouldn't be

out here on your own.

I'm so lonely.

So very lonely/

Well, you're not alone anymore.

No, not anymore.

You will die!

You will die.

Stop...

You will die here.

We have trouble!

Thomas is missing.

Summon the men.

- Well?

- There's no sign of him.

Who is the last one to see him?

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