the island rises abruptly like a huge black castle from the ocean that sal charles darwin once described. cliffs everywhere it's only safe to land in a few spots. i was thinking when napoleon got here. must have felt well and truly exiled because it's taken us quite a while to get here it was a bit slower a nice day. you just can't. really comprehend. sounds the ships arrival it's one of the last henry will perform on board. and new job awaits on the island the royal mail ship may not be making the journey much longer. after seventeen years i'm told she's going ashore good to. me and is trading the wide open sea for the solitude of the island. jaynestown the capital and a new pool. much here is reminiscent of the former colonial power and not just the bobbies strolling the streets. the same telenor an isolated village in the middle of the atlantic is home to just four thousand five hundred people most are descendants of seafarers castaways and slaves from all over the world. at some point they were stranded on this rugged terrain in the middle of nowhere washed up by the weights of fate.