RICHARD: How do you catch fish with that spear?
QUINLAN: It‘s not a spear, mate.
RICHARD: What is it?
QUINLAN: It’s a rifle. Blow a man’s head right of his shoulders.
[[[One of the native sailors helps the captains daughter, Sylvia, onto land.
She‘s beautiful, with brown hair and pale skin, well-done make-up, and a nice
SYLVIA: Castaways! How exciting!
CAPTAIN: They seem to be an odd mixture of knowledge and ignorance.
Oh, and uh, their attire is a little bit- well it’s quite. . . sparse.
[[[They approach. Lilli a bit and stares at ribbons around Sylvia’s waist.
She looks at them both curiously.]]]
SYLVIA: Is anything wrong?
LILLI: The color! It’s the same as the sky!
SYLVIA: Pure silk.
[[[She takes two of the ribbons from the bundle around her waist and
hands them to Richard and Lilli.]]]
SYLVIA: With my compliments. And one for your brother.
LILLI: Oh, he’s not my brother. He’s my husband.
SYLVIA: Your husband?!
[[[Lilli and Richard are absorbed in the ribbons. Sylvia looks at her father, who raises his eyebrows skeptically.]]]
[[[They all stand on the hilltop by Sarah’s grave. Lilli holds flowers.]]]
LILLI: Mother died six years ago.
CAPTAIN: How do you follow the years?
[[[As Richard speaks, Sylvia stares at him with a calculating smirk on her face.]]]
RICHARD: She taught us. We count the moons, we know
that twelve full moons are one year.
LILLI: We have Christmas and Thanksgiving, and Easter, although
we’re not exactly sure we celebrate them on the right days.
[[[Quinlan stares at her, admiring her beauty, with a look just as plotting
CAPTAIN: It’s utterly amazing, the two of you all these years in this remote,
LILLI: Not God-forsaken, Captain Hilliard. Not God-forsaken at all.