[ERROL] Steady boys.
He might be small, but these beasts can bite.
He’s no match for my har-ploon.
No! Don’t hurt him!
[ERROL] Nia, get back!
It's not safe.
Outta the way, birdman!
[snarling]
Kimeran steel will teach him a lesson or two--
Hold on, now!
That’s no Fang.
That’s my grandson!
Grandson?
That’s a monster!!
Out of the way, you old seadog!!
You lay a hand on him, I’m layin’ TWO on you!
That goes for me, too.
I don’t know what’s happened to him, but that is my son.
[growl]
[scared gasping]
Son. It’s me.
It’s your Mama.
[growl]
[angry growl]
Don’t come any closer!
Now, lad, I know you’re confused--
Where am I?
[growl]
TAKE HIM!
NO!
[LEELI] Please, you’re scaring him.
Can’t you see that?
He’s afraid!
Do you know your name, little one?
[KALMAR] No. I don’t know my name.
Shall I tell you?
You might not like it.
[angry growl] Tell me.
Your true name is Kalmar Wingfeather.
High King of Anniera.
[howling]
[scream]
Kal!
No!
[grunting]
[grunts]
[growling]
I won’t hurt you.
Leave me alone!!
[gasp]
I should’ve been there for you.
I should have stayed with you and I didn’t.
I’m sorry, Tink.
You have to come down.
We can figure this out.
We can help you.
GO AWAY!!!
I don’t want your help!
I’m not going anywhere without you, ever again.
[growl]
Kal, no!
[yells]
[gasping]
[muffled yelling]
[painful groans from Janner]
How many more knives can we grab next shift?
Five. Six if we’re lucky.
And swords?
Two or three more.
What about forks?
Maybe ten?
Good.
With what we’ve already gathered, that’ll be enough.
But what if the plan don’t work?
We could get took by the Black Carriage!
Or even worser.
Locked in a box!
[scared groans]
Okay, I know you’re scared.
We all are.
But we’re ready.
The time is now.
We need to fight back.
What if we lose?
We’ve come too far to stop now.
We remember our names!
And we won’t forget them again.
We’ll fight our way out.
Just like Janner!
[bell jangling]
What are you all doing out of bed?
Nothing.
I’m... we’re...
I mean... I’m just--
[bell jangling]
Look what I found.
What’s this then?
I know what you’re up to.
You’re planning a rebellion!
[gasp] No!
You think you can escape!
But if you want to do that, you’ll need my help.
And his.
Welcome to the rebellion.
Keep watch and wait for my signal.
Oy! What about me?
[sigh] Promise not to ring that bell
in any of our ears ever again, and I’ll think about it.
Deal.
[painful groan]
[whimpering] [snoring]
[sigh]
[grunts]
That’s better--
Janner.
[painful groan]
You have wings.
[ARTHAM] I know. [chuckle]
[angry growl]
What happened?
[sigh]
Your brother was singing the song of stones,
old magic Gnag used to make Fangs.
All I could think to do was sing along.
[growl]
So you’re a Fang too?
[chuckle] I don’t think so.
Then what are you?
Something... else.
Something new.
But you remember who you are.
I do now.
So why doesn’t Kal remember who he is?
I couldn’t remember my own name sometimes.
[sigh]
Other times, I didn’t want to.
But your family--our family-- brought me back.
When I sang this time, I sang only for love.
[Kal yells]
Why am I chained up?
Let me GO!
Do you remember your name?
[snarl]
GET OUT!!!
[growl]
Fight for the High King, Janner.
That’s what a Throne Warden does.
Help him remember who he is.
[growling]
Five degrees to the south.
[gasp] Great jibs and spinnaker!
[gleeful sigh]
[grunts]
[sigh]
[low growl]
What’s your name?
I have no name.
Stop asking me.
Stop it!
[chatter]
[giggles]
[grunts]
[Oskar groans]
[grunts]
‘Atta girl!
[both chuckle]
[ocean sounds]
[painful groan from Oskar]
[painful groan]
[Leeli plays whistleharp]
[snarl]
Stop playing that song!
[gasp]
[low growling from Kal]
Leeli, honey.
Maybe it’s time for a break.
Let me out of these chains, lady.
Her music just makes him angry.
I know, son.
[grunting]
Maybe it’s time to feed him.
Feed? [howl]
I’m sure you could both use some dinner.
I brought you something.
As for Kalmar, well...
[PODO] Who’s hungry!?
[growl]
Careful, he seems a little... hungrier than usual today.
Give me some of that food, old man,
or I’ll rip it out of your hands.
Aye.
Fanged or not, he’s still a growing boy.
Sea air doesn’t just make old sailors feel young again.
Brings out the flavor of a nice diggle haunch, too.
[grunts]
[painful groan]
Oh.
I’m yer old Podo for land’s sake!
Just give me my food!
[angry groan]
I don’t think he even knows what he’s doing.
[PODO] Still, I prefer my bite-able parts stay unbitten.
So I reckon there’s only one way to do this.
[grunts]
[growling]
[PODO] I’m sorry, lad.
It’ll get better... Surely it will.
Just need enough time, that’s all.
Sleep while ye can, son.
What are you looking at?
♪ But oh! the sorrow a sailor knows ♪
♪ Whenever he meets your father ♪
[laughing]
♪ He reeks of the sweat between his toes ♪
♪ The roaches gather wherever he goes ♪
♪ And never a man will ever propose ♪
♪ To marry his only daughter ♪
[laughing]
Oh la di da la di da dum
Oh la di da la di da di dum
[laughing]
Here.
Mama?
What if Kalmar never gets better?
I’ve played my harp every day ‘til my fingers hurt.
I thought...
I thought it would bring him back.
But it hasn’t.
What if we don’t ever get him back?
What if he’s always like this?
What if he’s always a wolf?
The burden to save your brother
doesn’t rest on your shoulders, Leeli.
Sometimes the long work of love
is simply to sit in the broken places and to weep and hope,
and no matter what--
no matter how much it hurts-- to never stop loving.
Just the naming of our sorrows becomes a healing balm for many.
[whistleharp music]
[metal tools clanging]
Hey, tools!
Get back to work!
We are NOT Tools!!
[battle cries]
Yeah, let's go.
[battle cries]
Why’d they stop working?
Oy! What’s going on?
You heard her.
[grunts]
No turning back now, I guess.
[whistle]
[grunts]
[fighting sounds]
[scared groans]
[cheers]
[fighting sounds]
Hey! Let me down!
[cheers]
[gasp]
[low growl from Fangs]
[OVERSEER] Fools.
You think you can escape this place?
There’s nowhere for you to go.
No one out there who loves you.
No homes to return to.
You are no longer children, you are Tools.
Very naughty Tools.
And you will learn to respect m--
[scream]
[angry groan]
We are NOT tools!
Oh, you again.
My, my, how you must love that coffin-box.
Hmm.
Looking for this?
[groan]
Stop them!!
NOW!!
[battle cries]
[groaning]
[scared groan]
[WALLIS] Hey! Up here!
[Fang grunts]
Ha!
[grunts]
[groan]
[panting]
[Fang growls]
[pretend gagging]
Huh?
[grunts]
[groans]
Stop him!
[panting]
[groans]
[cheers]
[cheers abruptly halt]
[low growl from Fangs]
Uh, Queen Sara?
I’m sorry, Borley.
There are so many.
Avast, ye filthified Fangs!
Be ye warned:
the Florid Sword shall smite thee, storm-like!!
And Shadowblade shall...
slash thy...
stinky tails!
Stinky tails?
I wasn’t ready!
I didn’t know we had to make speeches.
Oh, just...
Come on!
[laughing]
[fighting sounds]
[Fang grunts]
[fighting sounds]
Ha, ha!
[cheers]
[Sara groans]
[groans]
[Overseer grunting]
You’re rotten as Flavogle!
So I’ll let you rot.
Even if a few of the others escape,
we’ll keep you safely locked away.
[evil chuckle]
Tsk tsk tsk.
Such a disappointing end to your grand little plans.
[evil chuckle]
Into the darkness where you’ll simply forget and be forgotten!
[evil chuckle]
[grunts]
I remember!
I remember my parents.
I remember my friends.
I remember every good thing you tried to take from me.
[grunts]
I remember my NAME!
You think I took everything from you?
[grunts]
I’ve only just begun, tool.
[grunting]
In you go--
[grunting]
You’re only in charge because no one fought back.
[grunts]
[groans]
[grunts]
[gasp]
[MARALY/SHADOWBLADE] Hey, fazzle-breath.
Now ain’t you just about the oiliest digtoad
I ever laid eyes on.
Leave that girl alone.
Insolent, insolent children.
Didn’t your parents ever give you a proper thrashing?
[grunts]
[groans]
[grunts]
[groans]
[grunts]
[FLORID SWORD] Riseth not, foul scarecrow!!
Thy blighted reign is quashed.
Hie thee to the shadows!!
[grunts]
[groans]
Ever lay a hand on another child,
and you will lose that hand.
[panting]
You all right?
Oh, I- I am now.
[muffled groans]
...and I did then kicketh him
most decidedly in his hinder portions,
hurtling him headlong into blackest darkness!
[cheers]
Thanks for stepping in and saving me.
Way I saw it, you was already savin’ yourself.
Just needed a push to tip the balance.
[sigh] I wouldn’t have even tried
if someone else hadn’t made me believe it could be done.
A boy?
Goes by Janner Igiby?
[gasp]
You’re Sara Cobbler then.
Janner sent us to find you.
[gasp] He’s alive?
[gasp] Is he here?
[FLORID SWORD] No.
He’s probably somewhere out on the Dark Sea of Darkness.
Where’s he going?
The Phoobs.
An’ if they survive that, maybe Anniera...
Anniera?
Why would he go there?
Cuz he’s a son of the High King now, ain’t he?
Yep. He an’ his brother and sis.
All heirs of the Shining Isle.
You feel alright?
[SARA] Um... yeah.
Good, because...
...they’ve been asking for you.
[continuous thank-you's]
Long live Queen Sara!!
[cheers]
Hey Kal, do you remember home?
Home was where the sea winds came up from the cliffs.
And the tall grass would lay flat in the sun.
There was that huge glipwood oak in the field
out past the barn.
We used to climb it after chores, remember?
In our bedroom sometimes
we could hear the sound of the sea at night.
Do you remember Peet’s Castle?
Up in the trees?
You said you wanted to build a tree house just like it
when we got back to Glipwood.
I went back to the Strander burrow.
And I even went back to their camp.
I snuck in at night, and found the cage.
For a second I thought I’d found you,
but you were gone.
I failed.
No matter how angry I got at you for leaving,
or at myself for letting you go,
the only thing I cared about...
the only thing I could think about was that...
I missed my little brother.
[growl lessens to a whimper]
[sniffles]
[PODO] Morning, boys.
How’d ya sleep?
[groggy groans]
[grunts and yawns]
Good morning, son.
What’s your name? Huh?
Do you remember?
My name...
My name is Kalmar.
My father was Esben Wingfeather
and I am his son, the High King of Anniera.
And you’re my mama.
Oh Kalmar!
Oh!
Tink!
[PODO] Oh, me boy!