Outlander

- Previously... - All I found

was a empty box, save for one jewel.

Saved it, thinking it might be useful.

Would you look out for Willie,

serve as his father?

I'm grateful to you.

Archibald and Margaret Campbell.

- You're fortune tellers? - Aye.

Margaret's a seer. We are departing

for the West Indies. Sailors are

a superstitious lot. I canna risk them

pitchin' my sister overboard, no when we have

a wealthy client to administer to.

Mistress Fraser, I am duty bound to report

your husband's crimes to the authorities in Jamaica.

Can't you look the other way?

Kindly escort the doctor to the ship.

She seems to have lost her way.

There's a box full of ancient coins

- on Silkie Island. - Aye, I can swim that.

Jamie.

Christ...

Ian!

- Ian! - Jamie, no!

You canna take me away from my home!

Remain still,

- or I'll slit your throat. - What do you want with me?

Is that what the Bakra seeks?

Seems to be.

- Who is the boy? - He was holding the box.

What should we do with him? Feed him to the pigs,

fatten them for the journey?

Please, let me go! You have the box.

Keep him. The Bakra likes young boys.

You bastard! I'll gut you!

Be still, boy. You have a lengthy journey ahead.

Ugh!

Let the Bakra know I've arrived.

She'll be well pleased.

What's your name?

I'm Henry.

Ian.

Where are we?

Jamaica, I think.

That's where Robbie was from, and he'd not been on a ship,

he said. They took me in Barbuda.

That's not Robbie. That's Abeeku.

Robbie's gone.

Does he know where we are?

Abeeku?

He doesn't speak English. He was here when I arrived.

There were six of us then.

Where'd those Portuguese bastards get you?

Scotland.

It's far from here.

What do you mean there were six of you?

Abeeku and Robbie and three others were here

when I arrived.

One by one, they were taken to see the Bakra.

They never came back.

What's a Bakra?

Sit.

I am told you are Scottish.

So am I.

Are you the Bakra?

I am.

But you can call me Geillis.

Don't worry.

It's only goat's blood.

The protein and iron keeps ma skin young.

Whoo.

You must be starvin'.

Plum cake and pudding.

What do you do with the boys from the pit?

Eat first.

Then I'll answer questions.

After you.

Mmm...

Here.

'Tis better with sugar.

My men tell me you were on Silkie Island...

and were holding my treasure box

when they found you.

It's only... that box

once contained three sapphires.

And now there are only two.

My men don't have it. They would never betray me.

Did you take it?

I didn't have time to open the box

before yer ruffians grabbed me.

The cake is too dry.

Did you take my jewel, lad?

I told you already. No!

What is it?

What are ye thinking?

That maybe ma uncle took the jewel.

Why d'ye think that?

Because he's the only one

that Kent where the treasure was.

You didn't mean to share that with me, did you?

'Tis the tea you're drinking. It forces ye

to speak the truth no matter what.

A witch doctor makes it fer me.

So...

who's yer uncle?

James Fraser of Broch Tuarach.

Is he really?

What does he want with my treasure?

He needed it...

to pay a debt.

My sailors tell me someone was shoutin' fer you

from the hill when they took ye.

Would that have been

yer uncle Jamie Fraser, by chance?

Aye.

And he'll be comin' for me.

Oh, I'm counting on it, lad.

Perhaps he'll bring my jewel along with him.

What do you do wi' the boys?

Oh, I have my way with them.

Virgins have such power inside.

And after that, well...

I've no use for them, have I?

Come.

It's no such a bad way to go.

I'm no a virgin.

Good.

You'll know what to do, then.

Sing me a song

Of a lass that is gone

Say, could that lass

Be I?

Merry of soul

She sailed on a day

Over the sea

To Skye

Billow and breeze

Islands and seas

Mountains of rain and sun

All that was good

All that was fair

All that was me

Is gone

Sing me a song

Of a lass that is gone

Say, could that lass

Be I?

Merry of soul

She sailed on a day

Over the sea

To Skye

Jamaica, the jewel of the Caribbean.

I had seen pictures in travel brochures...

Rum drinks with little umbrellas in them.

This was a bit more primitive.

Still, after months at sea, the bustling port

could not have been a more welcome sight.

Our dearest hope was that Young Ian was close

and that Captain Leonard was not.

Fergus.

Now, once the casks are stowed, have Baxley take the ship

out of harbor to that wee cove we saw on the way in.

Canna risk being moored here if the Porpoise decides

- to show herself. - Aye, Milord.

Maybe the Porpoise has already come and gone.

No. No, Leonard wouldn't have time to refit,

find crew, and provision his ship

before departin'. We may still have a chance

to find Young Ian and slip away before he arrives.

Perhaps we should look separately.

I'll take some of the crew

and search the town, and you can ask

- about the Bruja. - I will not part, Sassenach.

I'm not losing you again. We'll search the town together.

Beggin' your pardon, but have you recently

disembarked the Artemis?

And you are?

My apologies. I'm Kenneth Maclver.

The Artemis is my employer's vessel.

James Fraser, your employer's cousin,

supercargo of the Artemis. My wife, Claire Fraser.

We brought ye French wine and brandy.

Jared's cousin?

Why, I wasn't expectin' to receive goods 'til summer,

though it is fortuitous timin', I must say.

I'm expected to bring four casks of wine

to the new governor's residence.

He's havin' a grand ball tonight.

You'd be welcome to join us.

My wife would be delighted to host Jared's kinsman.

Thank you for the invitation, but I'm afraid

we have a more pressing matter at hand.

I see. May I be of service in that matter?

Aye. Uh, maybe.

Show us where we might find lodging,

and I'll apprise you of our search along the way.

A frightening tale, to be sure.

I do hope you find yer nephew.

The ship that took him was the Bruja.

Do you know if she's been moored here?