Heaven Knows, Mr. Allison
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:22:01
Well, they don't seem to beat their gums
on very hopeful poop...

:22:04
do they, Mr. Allison?
:22:06
No, ma'am, they don't.
:22:13
How far do you figure
it is to Fiji, ma'am?

:22:15
About 300 miles,
Father Phillips said.

:22:19
Lots of water.
:22:21
Due south,
ain't they?

:22:23
I believe so.
:22:29
That's the way
the wind's blowing.

:22:33
Why, Mr. Allison?
:22:37
Why, Mr. Allison?
:22:41
Well, I was thinking...
:22:46
But no, ma'am, that would be
just plain crazy.

:22:48
What would?
:22:50
Trying to sail
down there in a raft.

:22:54
Everything would be against
our making it, everything...

:22:57
even if there weren't
Japs all around...

:22:59
and we could
sneak through them.

:23:00
What I mean is that nobody
in their right minds...

:23:02
would want to
leave this place...

:23:04
where's there's plenty
to eat and good water...

:23:06
and go sailing off
to hell and gone...

:23:08
Begging your pardon,
ma'am...

:23:09
In a 2 by 4 rubber raft, and maybe
starve to death or die of thirst...

:23:13
even if they didn't get drowned.
:23:14
But you'd like to try,
is that it, Mr. Allison?

:23:19
Well, ma'am...
:23:21
Of course you would.
:23:23
No, if it was just me, okay...
:23:26
but, uh, I couldn't ask you to go...
:23:28
and I wouldn't leave you here,
so, uh, let's forget all about it.

:23:34
What if I myself would like to try,
Mr. Allison?

:23:40
I'd say you was crazy
too, ma'am.

:23:43
Thank you, Mr. Allison.
:23:47
The raft would have to have a rudder.
:23:49
I'll figure out some way to fix it.
:23:51
Could the sail be of palm?
I know how to thatch.

:23:53
Good.

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