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She's keeping them alive but she doesn't know how to heal them.
People stared at it for centuries and never knew.
If we get out of this, I'll take him back to England.
The Captain's gone soft. It's time for us to leave.
You are not my mother.
You won't.
- I give the orders. -Ah.
- I have to touch her. Let me touch her! -Sorry, but he is spoken for.
Alien bogies.
Please, please, please wake up.
If we ever want to see them again, we have to let the siren take us.
Amy, stop. Don't interfere. Don't touch him.
Show her your ring.
Good. 'Cause it's not like that at all, but if that helps.
That's great. You should dress as a pirate more often, huh?
- What? -The creature.
Not much of a Captain without a ship, are you?
- Take the doxy below, to the galley. -Hey.
- What kind of rubbish pirates are you? -One drop. That's all it takes.
You are so beautiful.
Goodnight, Doctor.
- You can have first go.
You miss her a lot?
We're not staying here to mollycoddle the boy.
The water's dangerous. That's how she gets through.
- Nobody touch anything sharp! - Come on, Rory.
Last winter.
"An honourable man," she said.
- So... You mean? -Yes. Not water.
Mutual.
Your ship is much bigger than mine.