Never good when you start an episode with “and I was dead”
Of course this love struck puppy in the governors wig was never going to let Jamie’s arrest stand. He will bludgeon this stupid teenage ship’s captain with bureaucracy. Where are my forms, my affidavits, my warrants with every line filled in, black quill ink, not blue??? Bring me the papers when you have filled them out properly.
“What, Jamie, leaving so soon! I just saved your life. At least let me look deep into your eyes for 10 minutes or so.”
I know it’s out of character, but Jamie can’t you just give the boy a little smooch on the cheek in appreciation. He’s done so well by you!
Geillis is so very crazy. Better try to save Ian before he gets sacrificed.
It’s a good thing ritual murder always takes so long to reach its crescendo. It really gives the saboteurs a chance to catch up. Oh wait, they are just sacrificing a chicken and not Ian. But ho! They get a bonus sacrifice of exploitative brother figure.
Wearing the fresh, meaty flesh of an alligator head as a hat seems right unpleasant even if it looks badass
Druid magic and voodoo magic is the same, according to the show.
Willoughby wants to get married or some such. And to Margaret “soft in the head since she was a bairn.” I’m not sure how that squares with my modern notions of consent, but Margaret seems pretty lucid in this moment.... that is until it’s time for PROPHECY. Ok, Margaret has some skills
“Please stop this ritual frenzy, we need you to give us directions to the cave.”
Why does abandawe have to look like a jungle Craig na duhn? Why can’t it be its own thing, working with its own magic?
They are really not in a rush to stop young Ian’s murder. My point about ritual sacrifice stands. It takes a long time to draw your rune symbols in salt and scatter your gems just so.
Jesus, Claire, pick up the pistol laying on the ground at least.
At least Claire thought to pick up the sword and with one limp wristed, one armed slash turns Geillis into a sack of potatoes. And Geillis gets to be Joe Abernathy’s anthropological curiosity. Everybody wins.
A Moratorium on fornication at sea?
Jamie: I have in mind a plan for a special type of fornication that can only be done on a field of heather, which I will expound at length.
Superhuman breath holding ability. Not even death can keep me down for long!
“Can you stop this eye fucking please, we are trying to introduce ourselves and also to save you!”