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a dream now assured because of your unquestioning assistance. And for this . .I am ashamed . .ashamed that you must now share such inadequate a reward. To the pharaohs . .their greatest secrets entrusted to their servants . .buried alive with them in sand-floored chambers. Sleep well, gentlemen. Our new, peaceful world will be indebted . .to your great sacrifice. Bubastis. Rorschach’s journal. Final entry. Veidt’s behind everything. Why? What’s his endgame? I cannot imagine a more dangerous opponent. Used to joke he was fast enough to catch a bullet. He could kill us both alone in the snow. That’s where we ‘re going now: Antarctica. Whether I’m alive or dead upon this reading . .I hope the world survives long enough for this journal to reach you. I live my life free of compromise . .and step into the shadow without complaint or regret. Rorschach, November st. Oh, God help us. -lt’s a little early for you, huh? -Yeah. I wanted to finish the story before school. Listen, now you just keep it, okay? -Huh? -It’s yours. I mean, life’s too short, right? Yeah. Uh Thanks, man. [MARINER SCREAMS] Why does death pass me by? Davidstown? Davidstown. l was only miles away. By now the town was overrun. The fiends imagined themselves safe from me. But now I was home. And revenge would be mine. [HORSE NEIGHS] No, not the brigands from the Black Freighter. The man I recognized, a money/ender from Davidstown. With Davidstown certainly captured . .why would this scoundrel and his wench be allowed free passage . .for this midnight tryst? Had he collaborated? Had he betrayed my people? -My family? WOMAN: Come and get it, babe. Here. [WOMAN MOANING] [GASPS AND SCREAMS] My heart grew cold. Was my wife comforted before her execution . . while this collaborator and his pirate masters sneered? My decision was hurried, but not difficult. MAN: Who are you? What? [YELLING] His head burst, as if pressurized by the guilt within. [GASPS] [CHOKING] A buccaneer’s whore deserves no pity. Two figures had ridden here. Two must ride back. A pirate sentry. I trotted unhurriedly to avoid suspicion. Their violation did not stop with the good people of Davidstown . .but had cut deeply, infecting my beloved homeland. My Davidstown was not as I last saw it. Already it was afflicted with the curse of the Black Freighter. Soon, I would venture amongst evil men, butchers who now reside in my home . .and make them fear me. Upon my return home, I found the streets conspicuously silent. I entered my former residence noiseless. Careful not to rouse the pirate butchers occupying it from their debauched slumber. Unaware that death was amongst them . .they would know its dark embrace without ever understanding why. One, however, was awake. Frantic. Lest he should raise alarms . .I set upon him as he entered the night-wrapped chamber. No pirates come, but something worse. [GIRL GASPS] Father? I look up into faces familiar, save for their terror. Through puffed and bloodied lips, she mouthed my name. My love, why? There came an understanding so large it left no room for sanity. So I ran. MAN : What’s happened to her? MAN : You. The knowledge of my damnation paced me, shouting, celebrating its awful victory. My deduction was flawless. The Black Freighter was heading to Davidstown. -It should have arrived. MAN : He went that way! LAURIE: Can’t you just tell me how this ends and save us the trouble? JON: It ends with you in tears. Tears? So you don’t come back to Earth. At some point, yes. The streets are filled with death. Jon, please. You have to stop this. Everyone will die. And the universe will not even notice. In my opinion, the existence of life . .is a highly overrated phenomenon. Just look around you. Mars gets along perfectly well without so much as a microorganism. Here, it’s a constantly changing topographical map . .flowing and shifting around the pole in ripples , years wide. So tell me . .how would all of this be greatly improved by an oil pipeline? By a shopping mall? So it’s too much to ask for a miracle? Miracles, by their definition, are meaningless.