205- The Bird of Paradise

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Or on an island in the South Pacific, a fortune within your reach, yet standing between you and freedom, keeping you a captive and a slave, is a giant of a man, and the most beautiful woman you've ever seen.

Listen now, as escape brings you John Russell's great story, the bird of paradise. his heart full of greed and a hundred pounds in his pocket. Andrew Harb These were the skins of the birds of paradise, the shyest and rarest of all creatures.

Dutchmen, which is the prize bird of this lot? Ah, all are very scarce. I didn't ask that, I asked which is the scarceest. I will make you a bargain on any of them. And I'll make you a bargain.

It will not understand. It is not your price to sell, I want. But to buy, you have birds for me to buy. Not yet, but I will have. Where do these skins come from? Who knows? From island tribes to the east somewhere.

Sea gypsies trade them from coast to coast until they finally arrive near and up to Ternate for me to buy. There be no middlemen with me. I'll go direct to the islands. Sure. Maybe you might kill five, six natives before they cut off your head.

Nonsense. Also, the sun is very hot today. Oh, you sure? Now, look here, you stupid, rich man. I meant no, insert, please. And watch your tongue before I twisted out your fat mouth. Alright. It's your life, your risk.