Outlander

- Previously... - Daddy!

Daddy, who is that woman?

- Daddy? - Sassenach witch!

- Laoghaire? - He's my husband now.

What does Laoghaire want?

She may be amenable to alimony.

Where do you intend to get the money to pay her?

There's a box...

full of ancient coins on Selkie Island.

Can't swim anywhere... not until that arm's healed.

- I can swim that. - I'm just not sure

if we belong together anymore.

How can you say that?

It's been so much harder than I could ever have imagined.

You belong with me. We're mated for life, Sassenach.

Jamie...

- Uh, where's Ian? - Ian!

Go back!

Ian!

It's all arranged, then.

You'll act as supercargo in charge of the freight.

Master Raines is glad not to have the responsibility.

- She's not much, but... - She'll do.

Oh, the weather is beginning to turn.

Even a brig of this size will be bobbin' like a cork.

Uh... but at least you'll have a physician at hand

when ye begin retching yer innards.

I'll manage.

All that matters now is Young Ian.

Yes.

Well, the harbor master had record

of only one three-masted frigate

sailing under a Portuguese flag:

the Bruja. Her home port is Jamaica.

And she was riding very low in the water.

Hold musta been laden.

Then they would most likely be on their way home.

Dinna fash, a healthy male can be sold

for upward of 30 pounds in Jamaica.

As long as he doesn't make trouble,

Ian will be fine.

West Indies is our best chance, then.

Thank ye, Jared. Ye've been a great help.

Bon voyage. God be with you...

and the lad.

'Twas ill luck to use the money

to pay Laoghaire so I could be wi' you.

Maybe I'm being punished for wanting too much.

Jamie, no god worth his salt

would take your nephew away from you

just because you wanted to be happy.

Will we be?

Happy?

I meant what I said.

You belong wi' me.

If ye truly want to go back,

I'll take ye to the stones myself.

Most important thing right now

is that we find Young Ian.

Captain, uh, Raines wants to cast off.

If we don't, we'll no catch the tide.

Maybe we should leave tomorrow on a fresh tide.

"Fresh tide"?

They're all the same, ye numbskull.

- He's full of nerves. - Aye, it's no "nerves."

Twice I've been on a ship...

once when they took me from Scotland

as an indentured slave, another when I returned home.

If it wasna for Mac Dubh, I would no be setting foot

on that bucket of shite.

Well, if it's any consolation,

I'm not one for sea voyages either.

But we're very glad of your help.

- Has Willoughby arrived? - Aye, he's on deck now.

Then inform Captain Raines

that we have sufficient crew aboard.

- Just waiting on Fergus. - The wee frog's already

on board, Mac Dubh. Fergus and...

And the baggage from...

Lallybroch.

The lad's brought ye some clothes and supplies.

Let's go.

Since Jenny and Ian think we're still headed

- to France, then... - They'll not yet be worried.

I've sent them a letter explaining everything.

Try and look at the horizon.

Might help alleviate nausea.

I haven't noticed my stomach yet, Sassenach.

Watching Scotland fall away is causing pain enough.

I won't set foot on our shores again

wi'out Young Ian.

We will find him.

Aye.

If this fair wind holds,

we should gain on the Bruja.

Good day.

Morning, sir.

- Let's get settled in. - Aye.

You, uh, should touch the horseshoe, Sassenach.

It's bad luck not to.

Well, if it'll make you happy.

Day to you.

And you!

- Am I invisible? - Ah...

You know, women are bad luck on ships, Sassenach.

Redheads, too.

- So, you're bad luck? - Aye.

That's why they address me first before I speak to them.

'Tis the only way to avoid misfortune.

How has Scotland survived all these centuries?

It's not just the Scots, Sassenach.

The English, Spanish, Dutch...

all have seafaring superstitions.

Dinna want to be caught wi a banana

on a French frigate.

- Milord. - Fergus.

Marsali?

What the hell are ye doing here?

Fergus and I are married.

What in the name of holy God d'ye mean?

Ye hardly know each other.

We've been courting since last August,

and we were handfast this morning.

- Handfast? - Ah, a custom...

it allows two people to be married if they...

clasp hands in front of witnesses

and declare themselves wed, but...

not if...

- Have you bedded her? - Not yet, Milord.

Ah...

Then it's not yet binding.

Captain!

We need to make for shore.

If there's anything you need, we'll be putting in at St. Ives

for final provisions.

Then Marsali will disembark there.

I'll send someone to see her home.

This voyage is too dangerous for the lass.

You're taking her.

Claire is no concern of yours.

You left my mother for this English whore,

making her a laughingstock, and ye say it's no my concern?

The hellish nerve ye ha',

telling me what I shall do.

Marsali, cherie, you must not

speak about Milady in such a way.

- Does your mother ken? - I sent her a letter.

Then she'll have me killed. I am sending you home.

I'll tell everyone Fergus has already bedded me.

He hasn't, but I'll say it anyway.

So, you see,

I shall either be married or ruined.

Fine.

You can sail to Jamaica.

Then I am taking you home.

Uh, but Fergus doesna touch ye.

We have two cabins. Fergus'll be wi' me.

Marsali will be wi' Claire.

- What? - What?

Let's go inside. You're going to be sick.

I... I feel fine.

No, you don't.

We've been apart for 20 years,

and you want me to room with her?

Marsali is under my care now, like it or not.

I am obliged to protect her virtue.

Mine as well, it would seem.

Now I am gonna be sick.

Can't possibly be comfortable there.

You should try a hammock.

Oh... swinging's no helpful.

Here.

What in God's name are ye forcing me to drink?

Ginger tea.

Oh...

Can't believe Fergus lied to me about Marsali.

Courting... since August.

Well... I don't think

they've thought through what it means

to spend a lifetime together.

Neither did we, when we were first married.

That's because our marriage was arranged.

What is that?

The happy couple brought some of

our things from Lallybroch.

"Our things"?

These are my clothes from when we were in Paris.

Well, you kept them!

- Why didn't you sell them, or... - Sell them?

Memories of you?

Never.

Ah, that green cloak that Marsali was wearing...

I knew I recognized it from somewhere.

Uh, couldna sell yer garments, but...

after I thought I'd never see you again, it

Seemed all right if Marsali made use of them.

Hope you dinna mind.

No.

Now, has she altered them all?

Not all.