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The news will broadcast from systems that don't quietly, which is written and directed by Willis Cooper, and which features an established couple.

Quietly is what tonight is called, the Hingese Highese.

Her name used to be the best here, but one is Majesty's Maybe Commissioner. They changed her name, of course.

I remember her very very well. I remember her as we weighed anchor lost thanks heavens at wintery afternoon today, before Christmas is stood down the channel.

I remember her in the howling geels north of the horn when the wind and the icy range fairs threatened to lift the sails off her.

I remember her in the flat calms of the southern ocean, too, with the sun starting to tie from her dexins and fortified men, officers and able seamen and cooks food, guiding her in awe, panting the breast between the two topics.

And I remember her burning, a broken and lucid wreck on the beach far below as a hundred and twenty-west launch to do the night of two twenty-five times.

And the hot back of the distance was a simple day when the voice began, a blanket of known, what lay ahead.

I'd have dumped over board I would, and that can test you a sea, and I'd have grunt back somehow to all items like I'm at it at ten.

Never seen any here, here for higher.

Or maybe I wouldn't have, maybe I'd have stopped the board anyway as I did.

I'd be here just as I am now.

The last man.

How'd I hide he told me about it, of course?

How would I know why we came to tidy and bother?

How'd I hide he let his wife come here all these long years on this lonely place?

It was the women's court.

They'd taken more than a fancy to the English sailors to sing to the lovely island with Captain Cook.

And they prayed for the wife and to come back.

They shouldn't have done it.

But they prayed to Vahini Taiti.

Vahini Taiti, the mother goddess, the secret protector of the women of Taiti.

The goddess who went away from Taiti, I mean.

Well, tell you about that.

Vahini Taiti, woman of Taiti, that's her name.

She has no other name.

Then since she went away, they don't remember her anymore.

They've forgotten Vahini Taiti.

They've forgotten the lovely woman that came with her.

Vahini Taiti, Paruvah, and Parahiti that was my wife.

Then, of course, they've forgotten us.

Vahini Taiti told me other women met and prayed,

and sang at the head of Mariah under the hillside.

The temple of volcanic rock commended and no about it.

She told me how Vahini Taiti did appear.

Now she did speak to her mother sister.

Come to your south sister.

For the men who come in the community with the white wings,

there's a journey of hardship and suffering.

I'm present with them.

You have claimed me to bring them.

I have promised.

They will come.

Even at this moment, the great canoes spread between

and the times of storms as if master looked

across the world of the waters.

You find me.

And sure it was.

For I went in the back of the Vahini Taiti spoke to the women.

And it was the 23rd of December 1787,

two days before Christmas.

And moreover, she spoke to the other great walkiners

that they had anchored and how they made solemn sounds

with their great guns.

And I remember how the other ships did salute us with cannons

as a little mighty protransport to the down of the wall

and channel away from them.

How the howdy told me how the goddess spoke of the tyranny

of the captain to his men.

And I remember, too, what I heard of my own two years

the captain bellowing the sun.

Well, you hear that the panel.

I have no complaints from you about the qualities

of the provision I have laid in.

And I have no complaints from all of the ten men of the crew here.

Or if I do, I don't have the men's stuff in front of me.

I hear Mr. Samuel.

And we'll see the color of his blood under the patch.

And that applies to you, Couser,

to giving Ali a full dogman so hard

and we will be biscuit for Salomon's life and they will like it.

And funny, the captain of the master and the master's maid

had met up this evening.

The island told you before.

Now, it was their wondrous long voyage.

We had him as a doubtty little cock or shell,

not much bigger than a man or a long boat.

I might seek another one night to McCoy

or discuss them from Captain Tillack as we stood

after watching false day off the Cape of Good Hope.

I said, McCoy, I've got a good mind at some shit.

Oh, OK.

Here's my sail, Smith.

Again, there was a chance I'd given a show

where it'd been bubbled up by the sharks.

And I believe if we pass the words,

it'd be more than I could try to beat you.

I thought I would bugle at nothing at all in the way of food, man.

Ah, for 90 cents a month,

except for a bite of biscuit and a supper dreamish water.

Ah, he's stubborn.

Ah, he started a never-in-mind jack-a-bird.

The horse is a liason.

McCoy, step up here for a bit.

Yes.

What's up, sir?

Don't talk so loud.

Oh, he's absolutely.

Now, the master's on my quarter, that's too speedy.

Oh, yeah?

But why did they speak?

Man, so I will.

Right, right.

Have you heard the talks?

Ah, up here, nothing but talk.

As long as I've been a boy, that's okay.

Yeah?

Right.

What kind of talk?

Oh, I did hear that, please.

Even when I was a boy, then we were grumbling.

We had come to three times a day.

And this is passed on your grumbling stage.

What year?

Who do you know?

Have you heard of it?

Ah, eh.

Ah, eh.

And?

And then I like it.

Have you ever been starving and beaten?

Being at the mercy of her brough to the manor?

The catching in the moon?

Happiness less.

I've sat time and a morning a few captains of his magicies, indeed.

Not to admit some rare heart maids,

but this and, the audition that they were straight from here,

on one day.

Well, one day.

One demon has come and ascended back to the priest and he claimed it.

What is he here?

Absolute.

I thought that had someone left.

There's nobody on deck.

The point is back in the quarter.

I know it's Mr. Wasnick Raya.

Someone who was left.

I could have sworn it was a woman left.

It's there in the black darkness beyond us.

And on the island of Taiji at that very moment.

So it was five months almost of the day after we'd set sail from the island of light.

The women of Taiji gathered at the head of my eyes,

listening just like any Taiji last,

and felt the echoes laughing in the darkness of the forest.

Because with yourself, my city one, my anxious one,

you have asked in the nearly tiny grants your prayers.

They come, but it's a far journey and a wrong one.

Taiji will tell you when to get yourself a smile

and go down to the beach to listen.

Grace Taiji, Taiji you laugh.

Grace Taiji, have you offended?

Who's this?

It is I, Grace Taiji.

I know, Tai Raya you too.

No, you have not offended Parahaya you too.

Then why do you laugh by me, Taiji?

It is my humor to laugh my daughter.

At the shortcomings of those who serve me,

even as all who hold power,

have them seek with scorn for their servants.

But we can't grit, sail over our knees,

and ask you for this favor.

Not sans Grace Tai Raya you too.

Not sans Grace.

Stop them, Taiji.

You are bold, Parahaya you too.

For those who are over bold,

I have certain subtle feelings.

Place fair, Parahaya you too.

I serve the Grace Taiji you tired of.

You have promised.

You will not withhold.

I will not withhold.

No.

I will not withhold.

But you now.

I laughed my daughter.

As I looked across the ocean,

to see the men who come to you,

I laughed as I heard them flopping against their leader,

and for telling you the truth.

Yes.

You promised just to tell me.

And I will fulfill my promise.

But remember,

there is no use without payment.

We will play Grace Tai Raya.

Yes.

You will play.

You will play with exile.

And weeping.

And you and the men who come to you

in the place where canoe with white wings

will die in a far unknown place.

With their own hands say you slay them.

This.

Parahaya he told me long years after the prophecy had come to pass.

He told me how she's gone and eased,

and Florida got us to spread them.

He told how after a long silence,

the goddess laughed again at them.

And gave her word but one at least

that the women would be spared.

So there's forever.

She will not tell that woman's name.

So that they all grant for each other secretly,

hoping that each one see herself would be the one.

The fate of certain husband

was also set in the sea with the sea of Aini Taidi.

Parahaya, the sea, was good hope.

A little ninety-foot back away.

Thank her again and stood out to sea.

And of course set for the south sea.

Then on the 20th of August 1788,

a cold, early spring day,

we got back through an adventure bay in Vindemans land.

And we were leaving them tattered crew

the captain had given us hard and flagged us,

and held us to our course

to storm and calm under the whistless

of his voice for nine long months.

But I remember another night

actually put out some adventure bay

on the last leg of our voice to Taidi.

I'm a choir and I stood again up

and we were only the tiny lights

and the identical flickering before us.

Whistled together again.

He's a little nice.

Mr. Abis.

He's the type like a beast.

I take care of that.

I take care of that.

I take care of that.

I take care of that.

I take care of that.

I take care of that.

I take care of that.

I take care of that.

I take care of that.

I take care of that.

Of course, nobody is saying

it's been his honest words,

and it's been his honest words?

And it's been his honest words?

And it's been his honest as well.

What's the cost, man?

Issues, Kaspurti.

by night.

Oh, is that so?

Yes sir.

By the McCoy?

This is 30 no sir.

You do know?

Yes.

It's a paradise McCoy.

How does women beautiful sir?

Oh, the most beautiful in the whole rail.

And the most beautiful in the whole rail.

And the most beautiful in the whole rail.

And the most beautiful in the whole rail.

And the hills and jungles too sir.

Oh yes.

And where a man might never be found

if the movie people were to, uh,

let's see if I like her to him.

Uh, well, very friendly people McCoy.

A man who would jump ship,

might be able to elude capture.

Oh, I didn't say there was a big jump in ship sir.

But I think a good idea to murder the captain

of one of his magic ships.

Sir?

I was just thinking a lot of McCoy.

Sir, McCoy didn't mean that really.

He was just thinking about it.

I don't know what they're talking about.

Yes.

Yeah.

You're men, I'm great.

Oh, thank you sir.

It's like you're a person.

My team won.

Yes.

You have never passed.

Uh, have a guy.

Well, just be careful man.

Well sir, it's 7 bills.

Start it.

I like that.

And remember,

you never,

you never see him again.

What answer?

Carcantara.

Arbaigargo.

I'm from Kumbhalon sir.

I wonder if there's a way to Maryland here again.

Then through the warm traffic seas again,

I got to the starry night with a sudden cross over the port quarters.

And they have to blazing day amenities to the coast of the society islands.

They are the Taiji.

Shadrashans in the hemisphere are monsters.

Now we can clear through the cat and nine fields of the gangway.

And start in size of the British human world.

Shadrashans in the hemisphere are monsters.

And the weakest case of the cat and nine fields of the gangway.

Start in size of the British human world.

Are they ________?

Remember your smile on the far horizon,

and I mean you are long boy.

You're nearly all right.

I used to give laugh with the feet.

You of what I was using the towering high in a distance.

The mustache screamed the square above the eye size.

And we got that sir.

out of my harbor tired in the rain.

After the voyage, the moving 27,000 miles

in almost two years, and the season told

it was a fair island, and the women were here to see it.

Let me talk over the labors with a fond of tired

he bringing aboard the Bradford trees.

We've set out for the festival to West Indies.

Let me pass over the indignities we suffered at the captain's hands

with the hands of this one loyal aide, the Clark Samuel.

But downright savory of the two of them taking from us

that the gifts of food we received from our friends

in the island, the appropriation of the pearls

and the cobwebs they freehanded the givers.

And McCoy did jump ship and was caught.

He got free, doesn't luscious for it.

And I had met part of Haiti.

And it lasted my time, I must say so well.

Look, that's nice.

You like to stay.

Well, come back one day, part of Haiti.

There's nothing to do now, but call.

No.

And I say I'll be fine, because McCoy was fine.

He's a flightman, takes me away anyway.

No.

And I will come back, part of Haiti.

I'll come back.

Those who love miss miss miss.

I love you, part of Haiti.

More than I thought I could love more for women.

No.

I did not.

He promised it would stay.

Who promised?

We're dying without you.

Part of your friends are killed.

Falling without you, you have lied to us in the streets of us.

We're dying without you, falling without you.

And we're going to die, and we'll hold you to your comets.

Give us our men, the men from the arms.

Then there was a gift, like a thunder, then there was a tear.

And we died in the midst of it.

And if it was all of us, it wouldn't point to the string's language.

And again, the voice of part of Haiti, if it turns to be a misguided darkness,

and stop again.

Go.

Go, my husband, and come back to me.

By any time you see us, promise.

And the learnings of sheltered men calling to me to hurry left in this,

but I have to go to the home of my son, shit.

There were a few of boys who thought that now he'd said,

that course to England, the captain would be in a merry mood.

He was not.

He kept the choice, locked out here alone,

could navigate us to England half a world away.

We thought our life would be hell in the open,

or as I said to you, that was a pleasant, lightened gay excursion

compared to what we suffered when we held it away from Haiti.

I am not described as that kind of stomach.

And that any 3D left again from the heights of order,

you know?

And in the early morning, quite like you spoke to your daughter again.

You accused my little one.

I had pisses your face, and you had the least.

And now the postponement for the men of the white wing collude

arrived now, and then turned their weapons against the one who had pissed them all in front of you.

And on the ship, I awoke to the sound of voices shouting, and I ran on death.

The captain still without the men,

and as his hands were tied, he would unlock the frightened man.

And before him stood the master's mates, and behind him,

the men of the crew on the murder.

I heard the captain's voice again.

Mr. Christian had the meaning of this party.

This is you, can I catch and fly?

I am in command of the bunkers.

I heard the captain by his lead for his life.

Mr. Christian, let us compose our difficulties.

Who does not mind him even to Christian?

And I heard Mr. Christian answer him, sir.

That's ten lies.

You're supposed to die for thousands of times over.

And I saw at last the ship's launch hoisted over the sides.

I saw Captain Blight boarded with certain men who had neither the honor and the hardy

heard, the father of the leadership of Mr. Christian.

And what became of Captain Blight and the others were the party with him, I know not.

But we never saw him again.

We cannot remain here, then.

Of course, this is a good reason for such all his majesty's murder about all of us,

with a system for the end of time.

They have never seen a system as high a swing from his eye down in a civil war.

Then there was one last, the promise of our young tidy was fulfilled.

He had told us, come on, he goes lands to the island of tidy new age.

And other women who had won us as their prizes had failed.

Never the people don't island again as long as it is.

Nine men from about his six men from tidy for seven, nine women of tidy.

And we failed away to pick the entire island.

So time has passed through in the memory of the ring these stripes of the figure have almost faded.

For fifty men, nine women, a fatal number.

Long, jealousy hatred, murder of those.

First the Tahitian women, first the Tahitian men, and one by one of Bounty's men.

That's a Christian the master's name.

Nils, the gunners, and they sent a William down the garden that was not in the fourth day of the season.

McCoy and Cimperon, William's and Martin, are the female.

High alone with that of the Bounty's crew.

And the last part of how you told me about the English prophecy.

But we should all come to death at the hands of the Winson Tahitian.

How long the women crew should die for one man.

And I listened in silence.

But I was alone with only the three women.

The few children, once they came to Ireland.

And so the prophecy was merely for Christmas as I have told you.

So that we know not who is the one with the women to leave forever as our union Tahitian promise.

And as she spoke, then fell silence.

I saw a change come over this woman.

This part of how you told me.

My wife.

I saw the camp.

She was terrible on the edge of the cliff, high above the burned wreckage of the Bounty.

I could just speak again.

And in a new voice.

Well, well, Englishmen.

The garden is kept.

Now I trust the daughter of this part of how you see from her own.

And she saw this forever.

And wracked with my eyes over the suns and the daughters of those I brought to wed with my own.

The title of tonight's quiet place story was that any title was written in the rest of the Bible of Cooper.

And Alexander Smith, the man who spoke to you, was then a couple.

And Joseph had a mother's name as well.

And while he was living with such a Christian and self-temmin, Alexander lies.

A lot of hideous words to read about.

And by even hideous words, it was how he asleep.

The music's required, please, it's played by Albert Smith.

Now, the word about next week, you as our writer, director, Willis Cooper.

The characters in tonight's story really live, as you well know.

The events in the story might have happened, or they might not.

Alexander Smith actually was the last survivor of the story,

but he told many conflicting stories about what it actually happened.

Next week, a quiet place story tells as long as Alexander.

And so, into the next week at the same time, I am quietly yours, Ernest Trepple.

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