Apostle

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My dearest father...

I pray that you have not been consumed with worry

in the time that has passed since I was taken.

I write to you in the hope that you will put an end to my suffering

on this wretched island.

My captors inform me that if I am to survive,

you must travel here alone with the means to purchase my freedom.

That should a man of law be sent in your stead, it would seal my fate.

Father, I grow weary.

"I fear our Lord no longer hears my prayer.

Yet still, I pray for your presence...

for my savior.

Please bring me home.

Your beloved daughter...

Jennifer."

The world thinks you're dead.

And then, till I found you, I thought the same.

That ransom letter...

it was addressed to him.

Look at him.

He's broken.

He lost.

Doesn't even know you're here... let alone that she's gone.

Whatever ill there is that stands...

stands between you and him, not your sister.

She needs you, Thomas.

Now more than ever.

And what of the ransom?

They won't be expecting you.

Stay hidden among his flock.

But do not pay the ransom they seek...

until you see her.

Alive.

These people...

they're blasphemers...

a cult, a disease.

Be careful. Be smart.

Bring her home.

Have your tickets ready, please.

All printed materials, corrupting images, ornaments, decorations from the mainland

are strictly forbidden.

Clothing... and heirlooms only.

Welcome, brother.

Welcome, brother.

Welcome, brother.

Welcome, sister.

Welcome, brother.

Welcome, brother.

Welcome, sister.

- May I help you, brother? - Much thanks, sir.

Welcome, brother.

Welcome, brother.

Welcome, sister.

Thank you, sir.

Welcome, brother.

Welcome, brother.

Welcome, sister.

Welcome, brother.

Full ahead!

- Brother... - Sister.

Forgive me, it's just...

I don't recall having seen you at any prayer meetings.

Nor I you.

Some happenstance?

Quite. Only...

Only we meet now.

We do.

It was as intended.

Only She decides whether to give or take.

We do not intervene.

(CHANTING) Amen.

Let me, sir.

Welcome to Erisden, sir.

- Should you need anything... - I don't need anything, boy.

Ffion.

- Prepare the table. - Aye, Father.

All new citizens, please line up.

Oh, my!

Open your mouth, please. Put your tongue out.

Okay, thank you.

- Name? - Elaine Williams.

- Age? - Thirty-eight.

- Hello. Let's look here. Skill or trade?

Seamstress. - Okay.

Tell of your donation. I offer my undying devotion...

Open your mouth and put your tongue out, please.

...drop of my blood to Our Lady. As we should.

Criminal record?

Vagrancy.

Worry not, Elaine. You'll want for nothing here.

Please take your receptacle.

Welcome to Erisden, Elaine.

That's good.

Name?

Thomas Richardson.

How long ago did he begin?

I have no idea.

At least I'm not the last to arrive. He hates that.

You've got, uh... something on your...

Don't tell.

(SHOUTING) Radicalist!

Conspirator.

Traitor!

Enemy of the King.

Those are the words they attributed to me...

as they shackled my hands and the hands of my brothers...

before they imprisoned us on the charge of treason.

Sentenced to death.

But for what?

My only crime was to dare to dream of a world

in which each waking day we rise equal.

Compassion is no crime.

But my fate was not to be found in death, my friends.

No, no.

Three brothers we became...

bonded by our escape.

Stowaways, cast into the rough seas.

Oh, the taste of the ocean beating down my throat, I shall never forget.

But...

nor will I...

the sweet, sweet sound...

of her voice...

as she beckoned us out of the storm.

She...

the goddess of this island,

who saved us...

and who chose my...

chose my tongue... through which to speak.

A man who once walked godless,

she gifted me her wisdom,

entrusted me that I may enrich... your minds.

I ask you all... where is the land which has no call for wars?

Hmm?

Arms? Money? Nor taxes?

Well, that land is here.

No tax-gatherer's bill shall ever threaten our church door!

We, I tell thee, we...

we are free men.

Come on! Let's play!

Wait for me!

What's this?

He wouldn't tell us where the money is.

Well, now you've so broken the man, he can't tell us...

even if he wanted to!

- You've brought the wrong man. - It's him.

Of course it's him. He's the one that gave me this.

It has the mark.

My brother.

I have promised you a life of riches without the icy sting of suffering,

greed, and injustice.

And yet here you are...

and there you suffer.

- (GROANING) - Ssh, ssh.

We have an intruder on our land.

He's out there... somewhere. He knows to remain hidden.

We have to find him.

Did you miss me?

You were only away for two sunsets.

Aye, and two sunrises.

One day, I promise, we won't have to hide like this.

We'll have our own house, with our own name.

We can take this boat and use the wood.

You'll....

You're going to build me a house using this now, are you?

No, you're right. It's a stupid... stupid idea.

No.

I'm sorry.

It's beautiful.

And look, we have enough to make a front door,

enough to carve the name of our home onto it,

and we can hang it up in the rafters.

And everyone who knows us, they'll see... and they'll know it's ours.

No one will ever stop me taking care of you.

I love you, Jeremy.

Ffion, we shouldn't.

It's all right.