Escape - Misfortune's Isle (national broadcast)
Oct 10, 2026 · 28 min · 10 segments
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Oct 10, 2026 · 28 min · 10 segments
And that's exactly what I felt like doing.
I'd been away from Salem for three years now, three years of sailing a trader brig through the China Seas and south into the Spice Islands.
Hmm.
All for what? The whole thing had grown stale suddenly, and I was plainly and simply bored.
[instrumental music] Yang Po stood beside me there at the taffrail and tried to console me with philosophy.
He'd anchored his sailing junk alongside earlier in the day and come aboard to renew a friendship that started two years before at Tiensein, when I hauled him out from under an executioner's ax.
He was under it because he just sold me six fine, fat pigs without remembering they happened to be the sacred property of the Tiensein temple.
[laughs] Oh, Yang Po was a real philosopher, all right.
Uh, anyway, my friend, I reserve my sympathies for the poor.
You have gained much wealth in trade.
Aye, and a few measly gold pieces, but the trouble is out here a man can't go it on his own.
He needs backing.
What more backing could a rash man desire than those eight brass cannon at the rail?
Aye, they're fair guns, all right, but it's a flag I'm speaking of.
Do these unworthy eyes not see a pennant there at the masthead?
The Bunning of Salem swings no weight out here.
In the south, it's the Dutch who call the terms.
Ah, man ha- Yang Po, there she comes now in the second carriage there.
That's the fourth time since high noon she's come past.
Ah, four fine horses and two footmen.
She rides in style.
Watch, watch.
She'll look up at the ship.
She has every time today.
And that's exactly what I felt like doing.
I'd been away from Salem for three years now, three years of sailing a trader brig through the China Seas and south into the Spice Islands.
Hmm.
All for what? The whole thing had grown stale suddenly, and I was plainly and simply bored.
[instrumental music] Yang Po stood beside me there at the taffrail and tried to console me with philosophy.
He'd anchored his sailing junk alongside earlier in the day and come aboard to renew a friendship that started two years before at Tiensein, when I hauled him out from under an executioner's ax.
He was under it because he just sold me six fine, fat pigs without remembering they happened to be the sacred property of the Tiensein temple.
[laughs] Oh, Yang Po was a real philosopher, all right.
Uh, anyway, my friend, I reserve my sympathies for the poor.
You have gained much wealth in trade.
Aye, and a few measly gold pieces, but the trouble is out here a man can't go it on his own.
He needs backing.
What more backing could a rash man desire than those eight brass cannon at the rail?
Aye, they're fair guns, all right, but it's a flag I'm speaking of.
Do these unworthy eyes not see a pennant there at the masthead?
The Bunning of Salem swings no weight out here.
In the south, it's the Dutch who call the terms.
Ah, man ha- Yang Po, there she comes now in the second carriage there.
That's the fourth time since high noon she's come past.
Ah, four fine horses and two footmen.
She rides in style.
Watch, watch.
She'll look up at the ship.
She has every time today.
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