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(bleating)
(whining)
(bleating)
(soft music)
- (whispering) Gentle stars, east and west...
watch over my children as they rest.
- Mom?
- Shh.
Morning is still hours away.
- Are you leaving already?
- The tide's coming in. We have to set sail.
- Take me with you!
- Let's not wake up Thaddeus.
- I've studied all your spell books.
I'm sure I could help you.
- There are things that can't be learned from any book.
We have to be able to feel them first.
With the mind...
- With the mind, with the heart.
That doesn't mean anything.
(sighs)
- When I get back home,
I'll show you and you'll understand.
- Promise?
- Promise.
- Mom?
I love you.
- I love you, too.
(folk music)
(wind blowing)
(mysterious music)
- With the mind, with the heart.
(inhales, exhales)
Alpha Arietis!
Testudo!
Scorpius!
(bleats)
Tut! Tut! Tut! Tut! Tut!
- Lydia!
- Uh-oh.
- Lydia!
- Hurry up, Onyx. We're not supposed to be here.
(bleats)
(grunts)
Whoa!
Ahh!
Thanks, big brother.
- Out on the shore again?
What would Granny say if she knew you were out there?
- She won't say anything if no one tells her.
- One of these days, I might tell her.
- You? Not a chance.
(whines)
- I know, Critter.
She's as stubborn as a mule.
(sighs)
(sheep bleating)
(flute playing)
(sheep bleating)
- Hurry! Hurry! Yup! Yup! Yup!
(flute playing)
Grandma!
- Hello, children.
- Hello, Granny!
- Hey, we're back.
(chuckles)
- Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup! - Yup, yup, yup!
(sheep bleating)
- Lydia. - Hello, Granny.
- Happy birthday!
- Happy birthday, you little rascal.
(gentle music)
(whines)
- No, no, no.
- Critter, that's not your birthday cake.
- You'll be able to start an apprenticeship now, Lydia.
Have you thought about what you'd like to become?
An apothecary, perhaps, or a carpenter.
The local blacksmith is always looking for new students.
Oh, I know! A cheesemaker apprentice.
Oh! Cheese! Mmmm...
- Actually...
I want to go to the Almaluz Observatorium
and become an astromancer.
Same as Mom.
- That's great, Lydia.
- Out of the question! - Granny!
To travel to Almaluz,
you'd have to cross the cursed Misty Sea
that took your parents from us.
- I'm ready to face the challenge.
- What about all the talk we've been hearing
over the past few weeks
about children disappearing into the sea?
- Those are nothing but rumors.
- And I'm not afraid.
- Foolish girl.
You should be terrified,
especially after what happened to your parents.
(sighs)
- That's the whole point.
If I become an astromancer,
maybe someday I can figure out what happened to them.
- Oh, my poor child.
There is nothing to figure out.
Your mother also believed
she could tame the sea with her magic.
But the Misty Sea has a spirit of its own...
and that spirit is diabolical.
I swore to myself
that I would protect the two of you,
so you can forget about magical studies
and ships and adventures.
You're staying safe in Celia, and that's final.
(sniffles)
Oh...
(whining)
(sighs)
(gentle folk music)
(sighs)
(flute playing)
- Granny Esther just needs a little time.
That's all.
She's never completely gotten over the shock
of Mom and Dad's shipwreck.
(sighs)
Do you remember what Mom used to say?
(whines)
- I don't remember anything.
- Well, maybe this gift will help you.
- A memory stone!
- She made me promise to give it to you
if you ever decided to become an Astromancer.
It was Mom's.
- No, I don't want it.
- It isn't easy, but...
But...
- But I can do this.
- Don't worry. I'll have a talk with Granny.
- Thank you, Thaddeus.
(overlapping chatter)
Cheese! Honey! Apple pies and sweet bread!
A treat for the soul! Who will buy my sweets?
- Oh, I will buy some for sure.
- Ah, Granny Esther. Same as usual today?
- Yes, please.
And why don't you add a bit of your special homemade cheese?
It's so delicious!
- Right away.
Oh, that girl sure is growing up fast.
- Yes.
- She looks like her father.
- But she takes after her mother.
My Eshara.
Lydia, you mustn't look at the Misty Sea.
It's bad luck.
Oh, my dear child.
I realize that I was too harsh with you last night.
I want you to know I'm sorry.
- It's all right, Granny.
You were just... sad.
I get sad too when I think about them.
About Mom and Dad.
- Oh, sweetheart.
You're all I have left in the world.
You and your brother.
(bell tolling)
(wind blowing)
- Fog storm!
There's a fog storm on the horizon!
Find shelter, everyone!
- Granny Esther! Lydia!
Looks like a bad one! - By all the seas!
- It's bound to go on for days! - For days?
- You two need to get home as fast as you can!
- Take cover now! - Hurry up! Hurry up!
- Forget the stands! Get inside!
- Mom! - The sea is furious!
- It's coming fast! - Mommy!
- Run!
- Lydia! - Granny!
- The storm is almost on us! - Let's get to the farm!
- Grab my hand!
(dramatic music)
(breathing heavily)
Hold on. Let me catch my breath.
- The village has almost completely disappeared.
(bleating)
Onyx!
Where are the others?
- Oh, no! Where's your brother?
- He's still in the pasture!
- Almighty sea!
In this storm, he could easily get lost!
- I'll go find him!
- No! Lydia!
Let the sheep fend for themselves!
Run straight home!
And stay away from the cliffs!
(suspenseful music)
- Thaddeus!
(sheep bleating)
Thaddeus!
(whining)
Critter. You're safe now.
Where's Thaddeus?
(eerie vocalizing)
Thaddeus!
Come back!
(yelps)
No!
- Lydia!
- Thaddeus is being carried away!
- Oh, by all the seas! The boy is lost!
We need to take shelter!
- No!
I'll bring him back!
- Lydia! No!
- I promise!
- Lydia!
(bleats)
- Thaddeus!
(screams)
(screaming)
We're floating!
Ah!
Where...
What's this?
Oh...
Critter! Come here.
(yelps)
(screaming)
No, no, no, no, no!
Oh.
(mysterious music)
Thaddeus?
(whines)
Huh.
(whale singing)
(growling)
(Critter whining)
(eerie whispering)
- Lydia...
- Who's there?
(eerie whispering)
(magical tinkle)
Mom? Are you really...
No. No, this isn't real.
- My poor child.
- Granny?
- You'll have to be strong.
- It's only a memory.
- There's been a shipwreck. - No!
- The only one they found was Mom.
- I don't want to remember this!
I need to get out of here!
- She's extremely weak. Come and see her one last time.
- When I get back home, I'll show you. Promise.
- Poor children.
(screams)
(whining)
(mystical music)
(groans)
Oh?
(grunts)
(yelps)
(coughs)
- Trim the topgallant!
Haul in the mizzen sheets!
- The wind is strong ♪
♪ Let's rin a song ♪ices
♪ CNo time to play ♪
♪ We'll another day ♪s
♪ CNo time to play ♪
♪ We'll another day ♪s
♪ We'll rest our bones ♪
♪ Another day ♪
♪ The captain gave us work to do ♪
♪ Careful now He's watching you ♪
♪ We'll pull her through ♪
(epic music)
- Argo Navis!
(grunting)
- Aaah!
Watch out! What are you...
- Oh, um, I'm... I was... I... I'm sorry.
- A lost kid.
Captain! Captain!
- Well done, sailors. We're safe now.
- Dad! We found a child.
- Huh? - (Lucas) We found a girl.
- A child? - A child on board?
- Who is it? - Is it one of the lost kids?
- Calm down. Calm down.
- No! Please don't hurt me.
- Let me get a look. - It's a little girl.
- I can't see. - Let me through.
Back up, all of you.
Can't you see you're terrifying the poor girl?
- Back up, everybody.
- Don't be afraid, child. - Uh...
- What's your name?
- Lydia. My name's Lydia.
- Where are you from, Lydia?
- I'm from Celia.
- Her name is Lydia, and she's from Celia.
(whispering)
- My brother!
Thaddeus! Did you find him too?
- Um...
- I'm sorry.
We haven't located anyone else.
(sad music)
Any dizziness?
Difficulty breathing?
- Hu-huh...
- Do you hear voices or murmuring sounds?
- No.
- It's a lucky thing one of our models found you.
They're the little life rafts
that we send out to those who are lost at sea.
I'm Captain Chadio,
and this is Mistress Ambrosia, our ship's astromancer.
You're aboard the Dolphin.
- A mist-rider. - (Chadio) That's right.
You know something about ships?
- My father... he was a captain.
- Oh, really? On which mist-rider?
- The Albatross.
So he's...
(sighs)
How did you come to be in the Misty Sea?
- A fog storm blew up suddenly.
And my brother Thaddeus...
There was someone beckoning...
drawing him into the sea.
- We call him the Spellbinder.
- The Spellbinder?
- We've been chasing him for some time now,
because he's kidnapped numerous children.
But he has the ability to hide in the mist.
- Why is he kidnapping children?
- Mmm. You have nothing to be afraid of.
The storm has blown us far from Celia,
but we're going to take you home.
- I want to stay with you and find Thaddeus.
Let me help you.
I know how to perform astromagic.
- Uh... I don't take apprentices anymore.
(sighs)
- Don't worry.
We'll do whatever it takes to find your brother.
All right? - All right.
- In the meantime, you can share a cabin with my son, Lucas.
Lucas? (knocking on door)
Oh, Lucas, come on.
Open up.
Yes, yes! Just a minute!
(sighs, laughs)
- It shouldn't be long.
(chuckles)
Hmm...
Hmm!
(sighs)
(racket)
- Aah! Ouch!
(groans)
- You all right?
- Yeah. Yeah.
My name's Lucas.
- I'm Lydia.
(whines)
- Oh, what a cute little critter!
Ah!
- Easy now.
You'll have to excuse Critter.
- Critter?
That's her actual name?
- She belongs to my brother.
After everything that's happened,
she's a little upset.
- Yes, about that.
The crew members are saying you walked on the sea floor.
You could have drowned in the mist.
- My grandmother was right.
There's something evil lurking down there.
- Did you see monsters or ghosts?
- No, it was more like...
like the mist took on the shape of awful memories...
that come back to haunt you.
- Huh.
In any case,
you're lucky to have ended up aboard this ship.
Our crew is the best there is.
If your brother has disappeared into the Misty Sea,
you could be sure we'll find him in no time.
- Have you found many other kids who are lost so far?
- Uh, apart from you?
No, not really.
- That's hardly reassuring.
- We're doing our best.
- And I can help.
You should convince your father to let me stay
aboard your mist-rider.
- Oh, no, no, no, no.
It's against the rules to argue with a ship's captain.
- And you always follow the rules, do you?
- You're a little troublemaker, aren't you?
So listen up.
You're not allowed to touch my stuff or to snoop around.
You're not allowed to climb up the rigging
and you're not allowed to touch the ship's wheel.
- How about breathing?
Am I allowed to do that, at least?
- Hm!
And that goes for you too, Critter.
(whines)
Aw, why does she have to be such a cute little thing?
(whines)
All right. Time to turn in.
We need to get up in a few hours.
(grunts)
- I hope Granny Esther is doing all right.
(gentle folk music)
- Miss Billie, time to set sail. All hands on deck.
- Aye, Captain.
All hands on deck.
- Weigh anchor. - Weigh anchor.
- All hands on deck! - All hands on deck!
- Ready to set sail!
- ♪ Hey-ya, hey-ho ♪
♪ Hey-ya Hey-ho ♪
♪ All hands on deck No pause, no lag ♪
♪ The sea is wide There's much to do ♪
♪ and raise the flag ♪
♪ But we're a brave and happy crew ♪
- Anchors away!
- ♪ Our voyage has begun today ♪
♪ All hands on deck We're on our way ♪
- Watch out!
- The tide is with us, so make haste!
Let's get her out to sea!
- All hands to the sails!
- To the sails!
- To the sails! To the rigging!
- Unfurl the sails. - Unfurl the sails!
- Keep an eye on the rigging!
- Let's catch the wind!
- Haste that line!
- Trim those sails proper!
- ♪ Hey-ya Hey-ho ♪
♪ Hey-ya, hey-ho ♪
- Don't just stand there, help out!
- ♪ Bring on the mist The howling gale ♪
♪ The sea is wide There's much to do ♪
- Come on, push!
- I thought I wasn't allowed to touch anything.
- Oh, you think you're pretty funny, huh?
- ♪ Our voyage has begun today ♪
♪ All hands on deck We're on our way ♪
- Hoist the shrouds!
- All sails out!
- Now set the topsail!
- Right away, Captain! - Aye, aye, Captain!
- Right away, Captain!
- Let her ride the mist!
- Ambrosia! We're heading south by southwest.
Give us some wind.
- Yes, Captain.
Argo Navis!
Aquila!
Pegasus!
(laughs)
- ♪ Hey-ya Hey-ho ♪
♪ Hey-ya, hey-ho ♪
♪ Hey ♪
(whale singing)
(whines)
- Argo Navis...
Delphinus...
Aquila, Pegasus!
- I hope you know better than to call that magic.
- Ahh, go back to your mopping.
- Why don't you make yourself useful
and help sweep the deck instead?
(both sighing)
(whale growls)
- Argo Navis, Delphinus...
- You're doing the Argo Navis wrong.
- What?
- You must always start with the ship's hull.
- The ship's hull?
- Next comes the stern.
- The stern.
- And finally, the sails.
- The sails.
(chuckles)
- Aaah!
- Wait! Please!
Would you show me again?
I want to learn.
- Listen, Lisa.
- It's Lydia.
- Yes, right.
Now, why don't you go play with Lucas?
- What? I'm not playing!
(sighs)
Nobody respects my hard work as a deck hand.
- Please.
If you don't want to take me on as an apprentice,
then maybe...
maybe I could borrow one or two of your books?
- That memory stone.
- It belonged to my mother.
- Your mother?
Did she initiate you into the Vault?
- Um... What's the Vault?
(tinkling)
- Your memory stone is like a ship's anchor.
To do astromagic,
you must anchor yourself to your memories.
- I understand. I'm ready.
Um?
Mistress Ambrosia?
(gasps)
Whoa.
(majestic music)
- Welcome to the Vault.
- They look like fireflies.
- Those are the memories of astromancers.
Every time astromancers perform their magic,
they must share a memory with the Vault.
And the Vault, in return, shares its magic with us.
(gentle music)
- Lydia, try.
- It's too hard. I'll never get the hang of it.
- You're right. It isn't easy.
But...
- But I can do this.
Mmm.
- Lydia!
(gasps)
(coughs)
- That's it. Breathe.
Yes.
Just like the Misty Sea,
the Vault is filled with memories.
It's easy to drown in them.
- I saw my mother.
- You have her memory stone.
Think about her.
Let her guide you in your magic.
Let's try it.
- Testudo!
(groans)
- Almost. Try again.
- Testudo!
- Sagitta!
(grunts)
- That was painful!
- The pain is only an illusion.
Have you forgotten that your body isn't in the Vault,
but sitting in my cabin?
- Oh!
- Now try again.
Sagitta!
- Test... Ah!
(grunts)
Testu... Ah!
Testudo! Ah!
(grunts)
(breathing heavily)
- Are you latching onto the memory of your mother?
- I don't want to!
- The signs aren't enough.
If you want to perform astromagic,
you must connect yourself to the Vault
through your memory stone.
- But... how?
- With the mind.
With the heart.
(sighs)
- That doesn't mean anything.
- Suit yourself.
On guard!
You're wasting my time.
If you fail, it's because your willpower is weak.
- (male voice) I'm sorry.
- What?
- I said I was sorry.
- No.
I'm the one who's sorry.
(gasps)
Bringing you to the Vault was a mistake.
You cannot be my apprentice.
- No, wait!
Please, let me start over.
I'll connect myself to the stone.
I'll put more willpower into it.
- It's time for you to go home to Celia.
- What about my brother?
- We'll find him.
And we'll find the others.
(whistling)
- Come on, push harder. - I'm pushing harder.
- You're lagging as usual. - I'm not lagging.
- Oh, hello, little beast. - Careful, Critter.
- You're talking too much. Come on, push.
- Hey, Critter.
- So much for making yourself useful with astromagic.
Know what we do with slackers?
We toss them overboard.
So if you want to stick around, start sweeping.
- If I want to stick around?
Huh. Let's get to work.
(folk music)
- Hey! Young Lydia!
- Aye, aye, mate! - Hello, little miss!
- Hello!
(laughs)
- You better watch out, Lucas.
If this keeps up, you'll be the one we drop off in Celia,
and she'll be the one staying on as a deckhand.
- Hmm. Huh.
(laughing) - Oh!
(chuckles)
(both grunting)
- Get ready, kids! And go!
- C'mon, Lucas! She's gaining on you!
- Go on, kids! - Pick up the pace!
- Come on! - Go on, kids!
- Don't look down! - You can do better than that!
- Faster! Faster!
Pick up the pace!
Oi! That's how you do it!
- Haha! I'm the best deckhand!
- You two are the best!
(both laughing)
- You're getting tired! - No, I'm not!
Huh? I'll do it. Give it to me.
- Wait. No. It's mine.
Give it back!
- I'm thirsty.
Water? Thanks anyway.
(sighs)
(upbeat folk music)
- Captain Chadio?
- Yes, young Lydia?
- With your permission, sir,
I'd like to be taken on
as a second deckhand aboard the ship.
- I'll admit, we could use another deckhand
to help with the ship's chores.
I've never seen the Dolphin looking so clean and tidy.
Haha! But Mistress Ambrosia has made up her mind.
You're going home.
- Ugh! Ambrosia.
She can't stand me.
- On the contrary.
She wants you to be safe in Celia.
- She doesn't care at all about my brother.
- Hmm. Lucas?
- I'm right here.
- Take the ship's wheel, my boy.
- Oh! Who's the captain now?
I'm the captain!
(folk music stops)
- Yes.
(laughs)
- You know, the mist took Ambrosia's son too.
- What?
- When children started disappearing,
she was the one who put this expedition together.
I have absolute confidence in Ambrosia.
We'll do everything we can to find those lost children...
including your brother.
You have my word.
Right, Lucas?
- Right, Captain.
♪ Who can sail without the wind? ♪
♪ Who can row without oars? ♪
♪ Without oars? ♪
♪ Who can leave a parting friend ♪
♪ Without shedding tears? ♪
- ♪ I can sail without ♪
♪ Without the wind ♪
♪ I can row without oars ♪
♪ But I can't leave ♪
♪ A parting friend ♪
♪ Not without shedding tears
♪ I can't leave a friend ♪
♪ Without shedding tears ♪
- Ah, so this is where you're hiding.
You all right?
(sniffles)
- It's nothing.
- I caught a glimpse of him once, you know.
The Spellbinder.
We were smack in the middle of a fog storm,
but he looked like it didn't bother him at all.
- Why is he kidnapping children?
What does he want?
You know something.
- I heard my father and Ambrosia talking about it.
I wasn't spying, just passing by.
I stopped to listen,
and I heard Ambrosia say
that the Spellbinder takes away children's memories.
He needs their memories
so he can perform some kind of mist magic.
- No. Thaddeus!
He'll forget me!
I've got to do something!
- Hey!
Where are you going?
- Thaddeus.
I will find you.
Come on, Critter.
Mom used to say the answer to every problem lies in books.
There must be something in there we could use.
Hmm...
Critter, give me that one over there.
(whines)
Ambrosia's son.
(footsteps approaching)
(screaming)
Lucas, what are you doing here?
- What are you doing here?
- Quick, take this!
- What? Why?
- Come on, Critter!
(grunts)
- Ha! Hurry up, Lucas.
We're not supposed to be here. Bring the book.
- "Bring the book, bring the book."
Do you want a cup of tea with that?
Lydia! Lydia!
(panting)
If I don't return this,
Ambrosia will turn us into stardust.
(footsteps approaching)
(moans)
Oh, too late!
- Lucas?
(gasps)
- Yes?
- Have a good night, son.
- Good night, Dad.
Captain?
Captain Dad?
Woah! What's that?
- Quick, shut the door!
- What do you think you're doing?
- I'm going to find my brother.
I have no intention of waiting around in Celia
while the Spellbinder robs Thaddeus of his memories.
- So what are you planning to do?
Cast spells? This ain't magic.
It's a recipe for disaster!
It'll turn you into a frog or something.
- You know nothing about astromagic.
- Neither do you. You're not even an apprentice.
- But I still need to try!
- You really think you have what it takes to do magic?
It doesn't look easy at all.
- I know it's not easy!
But I can do this.
(yawns)
- Morning watch!
(yawns)
- Wake up, you old sea dog!
- Good morning, ladies.
Any eggs for me?
(yawns)
- "In the dance of shadows,
"hunting dogs silently creep,
"seeking a lost one in memories deep.
"Through the mystic veil, whispers persist,
chasing a painful memory veiled in the mist."
Hmm.
With the mind.
With the heart.
Pyxis Nautica.
Circinus.
Crux.
Sextans.
Telescopium.
Reticulum.
(gasps)
- Canes Venatici.
Ex tenebris surgite!
(sighs)
Maybe I forgot something.
- Phew. Disaster avoided.
Aah!
(gasps)
- I did it!
It's working!
- What's this?
- The Hunting Dogs constellation.
- What are they doing? What do they want?
Why are they in my cabin?
- They're looking for a trail.
- Captain!
- The Spellbinder!
Battle stations!
- The Spellbinder! Battle stations!
- This is different.
- I need to offer them something that belonged to Thaddeus.
- Hmm!
Ah! No! I didn't mean to!
Ah! Stop!
Quit biting! Ow! Ow!
(mysterious music)
- Canes Venatici.
Emito vos persequi illum.
Nomine Thaddeus!
(dogs barking)
Yes! - No!
(whines)
- Go find Thaddeus!
(dogs barking)
We need to follow the dogs... Aah!
- (screaming) What have you done?
- We're sinking!
- Help!
We're sinking! - Hold on to something!
- We'll be smashed on the bottom!
- Get us back to level!
- Rocks dead ahead!
- We're going down! Grab on to something!
(pants)
- Hang on for dear life!
- I knew it! I knew something bad would happen!
- The hull is creaking! - Hold on tight!
- Libra!
- Set the mainsail!
- (Billie) Set the mainsail! Set the mainsail!
- Secure the rigging!
- This is all your fault!
(dramatic music)
(screams)
- Lucas!
- The mast is cracking! We're done for!
- Lucas has fallen overboard!
- Abandon ship! Abandon ship!
- We won't hold much longer!
- Brace for impact!
- What are you doing?
Lydia! No!
(screaming)
- Lucas!
Lucas!
- Help me!
- Grab hold of my hand!
- I can't!
You're too far!
- Swim!
Swim!
(dramatic music)
(grunting)
- Gotcha!
(screaming)
(breathing heavily)
- Get the rope!
(grunts)
(dogs barking)
The hunting dogs!
- What now?
- They've picked up a trail!
Thaddeus?
The Spellbinder!
Ambrosia's son!
(screaming)
- Keep pulling, sailors!
(grunting)
Harder!
- Help! Help!
- What's that monster?
- An abyssal shark!
Swim!
(screaming)
(growls)
- Come on!
- Faster, faster, faster!
- It's almost on us!
- Ambrosia!
The model!
(screaming)
- Dorado!
(screaming)
(grunting)
- Lucas!
Lucas!
No!
Lucas!
- (coughing) Dad!
(coughing)
- Lucas?
Still in one piece?
(coughs) - I'm fine, Dad.
- And you?
(sighs)
(grunts)
- What on earth was all that about?
Look at those sails!
And the mizzenmast!
Would someone please tell me where we are?
- Right away, Captain.
- Show me the map.
- It looks like we've been blown far from Celia.
- Ambrosia!
(sighs)
(gulps)
- You little fool.
Your recklessness put the whole crew in danger.
(Captain grunts)
- The Dolphin can't sail on in its present condition.
We have no choice but to go back to Almaluz.
- Almaluz? The Observatorium?
- You can put any silly ideas out of your head right now.
The Observatorium only takes sensible,
hard-working apprentices
who know how to control themselves.
- I was only trying to find my brother!
- With forbidden magic? Ha!
Mist magic consumes all the memories
of those who use it.
Every one of the astromancers
who resorted to such magic has gone insane.
The mist is made up of bad memories,
of traumatic experiences and suffering.
Is that the kind of astromancer you're hoping to become?
- I had to try!
And I almost succeeded, didn't I?
I saw the Spellbinder.
Or should I say, your son!
- What? - That's enough.
Lydia, there are things you don't understand.
- Oh, I understand plenty!
He's the one who's kidnapping children!
How long have you known it was him?
- These are matters that don't concern you.
- They do concern me!
He's the reason my brother disappeared!
Where is your son hiding?
You know, but you don't want to say, is that it?
- All of us here want the same thing.
To find your brother and the other youngsters.
Go back to your cabin now.
We've had enough foolishness for one day.
(sighs)
(whines)
- Oh, Critter.
Come here.
It's over now.
I'm sorry.
(gentle flute)
(sighs)
(choir singing)
- Almaluz, straight ahead!
- Prepare to dock the vessel!
- Home again!
- We've made it safe and sound!
- ♪ We'rto Almaluz ♪
- Prepare to dock the vessel!
- Hey! Come on!
- ♪ A haweary crews ♪s
♪ Where can be found ♪ty
♪ With astromancers all around ♪
- Ha-ha! Almaluz in sight!
(majestic music)
- ♪ They'll mend our sails They'll fix our spars ♪
- Woah!
- ♪ They'll wield the magic of the stars ♪
♪ We'll lend a helping hand... ♪
- Mist-rider approaching! It's the Dolphin!
They've come back! - Oh, my! The ship's damaged!
- ♪ The Dolphin will be strong again ♪
- We're about to make port! - Lower the sails!
- Lucas! - Captain?
- Make yourself useful, and help secure the line!
- Right away, Captain!
- All tied up!
- I recall that I was struck by the Observatorium's beauty too,
the first time I saw it.
- Mistress Ambrosia?
I apologize for the way I spoke yesterday.
- An apology?
Well, that's an improvement.
- I know I don't deserve a second chance.
But if you don't mind,
would you please not say anything
about my little mistakes
to the Dean of the Observatorium?
The only thing in the world I want to be is an astromancer.
- Unfortunately, the Dean already knows.
- What!?
- Welcome back, Madam Dean.
How long will you be staying with us?
- Not very long.
Our plan is to set sail as soon as the ship is repaired.
You heard the Dean! - Yes, sir!
- Everyone get to work on those repairs!
- You're the Dn of Almaluz?
- I am.
(sighs)
You have a gift for getting into trouble, don't you?
Your mother was the same at your age.
- You knew my mother?
- Come with me.
(overlapping chatter)
- Careful with that!
- Woah!
(soft music)
- Eshara's magic was pure.
Uncompromising.
She was a truly exceptional astromancer.
I sense in you the same willpower that your mother had.
Whatever happens, Lydia,
promise to never attempt mist magic again.
- Promise.
(majestic music)
- Dean Ambrosia.
- Master Kidjano.
- And who might this young girl be?
- Her name is Lydia.
She is perhaps a new apprentice.
- New apprentice?
- I said "perhaps".
She is Eshara's daughter.
- Ah, Eshara.
- You remember my mother?
- I'm not likely to forget her.
With all the foolish scrapes she got into,
she must have mopped this floor a thousand times.
Why the hesitation, Madam Dean?
- Lydia's willpower is shaky.
She hasn't been able to connect herself to her memory stone.
- Hmm.
I recall another young apprentice
who had trouble connecting herself to her stone.
- Uh...
- At the time, I followed my intuition
and gave her a second chance.
And I'm glad I did,
because that apprentice grew up to be my successor
as Dean of the Observatorium.
(laughs)
(chuckles)
- Latch on to your memory.
(whoosh)
Yes.
- Lydia?
You're right.
It isn't easy.
But...
- But I can do this.
(whoosh)
- Childhood memories are pure.
Of all our memories, they are the most powerful.
As we get older,
we manage to keep some of these childhood memories,
but so few.
So very few.
- Is that why the Spellbinder steals children's memories?
- Mist magic drives insane.
By using children's memories
filled with innocence and purity,
my son believes he can resist the madness.
But he's bound to it anyway.
- Can you feel that?
- Something's wrong with the Vault.
(eerie whispers)
- Someone's there.
- Get behind me.
(eerie whispers)
- Mother.
- Mael!
- The mist brought me this.
- Thaddeus's flute!
Tell me where my brother is!
- Your brother?
I can take you with me if you like.
You'll be reunited with him and the others.
- No!
Tell me where you've brought the children.
We can discuss this.
- You are not welcome there.
What is this girl to you?
- She's the daughter of an old friend.
- But she's more than that, isn't she?
She's also...
my apprentice.
(screams)
- Testudo!
(grunts)
- I can sense the evil that lives within you, my son.
But all I hear is the anguished cry
of a terrified child.
- Ha! A terrified child?
I've forgotten what fear even feels like.
I've forgotten sadness and joy.
Even love.
I've abandoned those memories.
- Can't you see that you're sinking deeper
into the mist each day?
(growl)
I beg of you, tell me where the children are.
- Forget about them.
- No!
Mistress Ambrosia!
(whimpers)
- You're wasting my time.
If you fail, it's because your willpower is weak.
- What?
A memory.
(gasps)
- I'm sorry, Mother.
I'll find a way to do better.
- It's time to face the truth, Mael.
Perhaps you simply don't have what it takes
to become an astromancer.
- You shouldn't be here!
(screams)
- Mist magic?
- This power is so great.
You'll never be disappointed in me again, Mother.
- It will corrupt your mind and poison your heart.
The same thing has happened
to everyone who tried to do this before you.
- If they failed...
it was because their willpower was weak.
- No! Let me out!
- How dare you! Get out of my memories!
- You are unworthy to be an astromancer.
I will make sure you never perform astromagic again!
- No!
- Your memory stone.
I'm sorry it got like this.
- I don't care anymore.
These memories, they mean nothing to me.
- They're painful, but they're a part of you.
Please.
I only want to find my brother and the other children.
We can still figure out a way to fix this.
Your mother... she still loves you.
(sighs)
- And yet, she replaced me...
with you.
- No! Wait!
- Arrrrh!
(ominous music)
(gasps)
- Lydia! Are you alright?
- I... I was so scared!
- I'm sorry.
All of this is my fault.
(gentle music)
- No... Stop...
- (whispering) Lydia... - Lydia...
(gasps)
(flute playing)
(thump)
- (whispering) Lydia...
(whines)
- Critter, what do you want?
Do you hear that?
Lydia?
Oh, no.
(flute playing)
Lydia!
The Spellbinder!
Critter, stay there!
(breathing heavily)
Oh, no, no, no, no, no!
Lydia!
Grab hold of the model! Come back!
Argh! She's not taking it!
How does this keep happening to me?
(grunts)
I swear, trouble is that girl's middle name!
Ow! Aaah!
Woah!
Lydia!
Don't go in there!
It's a trap!
Lydia! Wake up!
- What's happening? - We need to go back!
- Thaddeus? - It's not him!
Grab the model!
(screaming)
(grunts)
Lydia, are you all right?
You're not hurt, are you? Oh, no.
You've forgotten everything.
It's me, Lucas. Do you remember me?
- Huh? - Lucas! Can you recall my name?
- How could I forget?
You keep repeating it.
What just happened?
- You were spellbound by the Spellbinder!
- Where are we?
(mysterious music)
- There, the model.
We need to reach it.
From there, the model will take us back to the Dolphin.
(laughter echoing)
- The children!
- Hey!
The model's the other way.
(breathing heavily)
Great. Here comes trouble again.
(children laughing)
(laughter)
- Hey. Wait.
- You want to play with us?
- Can you tell me where Thaddeus is?
- I don't know any Thaddeus.
- And the Spellbinder? Where is he?
- No idea.
- And what's your name?
- Uh, I don't know.
Come and play!
(children laughing)
- They look so happy.
Too happy.
- They've all lost their memories.
(whines)
- Critter.
Thaddeus.
- Wait for me!
- Thaddeus!
(panting)
Thaddeus?
- Have you come to play with us?
- It's me, Lydia.
Please try to remember.
Celia, Granny Esther,
Mom and Dad and Critter.
We need to get away from this place.
We need to go home!
- But... this is my home.
(yelps)
- Throw a spell at him and let's get out of here!
- I'm not leaving without my brother and the other children!
- Why would you want to leave?
This is our kingdom.
There are no adults to please here.
No orders to obey.
We can do whatever we want.
And anyone who tries to prevent us
will end up drowning in the mist.
Look at them.
(children laughing)
Every day is new and wonderful.
- You've stolen all their memories!
- I've set them free!
I've set them free from fear, and from worry,
from sadness.
What's the point of remembering things that have hurt us?
I can show you how to free yourself
from all this pain.
You only need...
to forget.
(whines)
(screams)
(grunts)
- No!
(whines)
Scorpius!
(children laughing)
- Watch out!
What do we do now?
- Run toward the mist. Go get Ambrosia.
- I'm not leaving you to face him all by yourself.
- I'll hold him off.
Now! Run!
(grunts)
- Testudo!
- Critter! Nothing broken?
Let's get out of here.
(panting)
Woah!
- Will you play with us?
- Uh... I...
Maybe later.
- Come and play now!
- Play with us! - We wanna play!
(whimpers)
- Come and play!
Come and play! Come and play!
- Get out of my way!
- Play! Play! Play with us!
Play! Play! Play with us!
- All right! Let's play hide-and-seek.
All of you go hide and wait for me to find you.
- Yay!
- The model! Hold on tight, Critter!
(screams)
Woah!
- Lucas! What happened?
- Lydia's in danger. The children too.
It's the Spellbinder!
- Take me to Lydia.
Pixys Nautica!
We need to follow.
- All hands on deck!
- Aye, aye. All hands on deck.
- Let's hope these repairs can take the strain.
(breathing heavily)
- With the mind, with the heart.
Sagitta!
No...
Sagitta!
- Your willpower is so weak.
How could my mother have made you her apprentice?
I'll have your memories, whether you like it or not.
- Fog storm dead ahead!
- The children are on the other side of that storm!
- Brace yourselves, sailors! We're going in!
Ambrosia! Let's ride the tempest!
- Delphinus!
- Mom...
- Lydia.
Come closer.
(grunting)
- Mom, it's too hard for me.
- Oh. You're right.
It won't be easy.
But...
- I don't think I can do this.
Not without you.
- Lydia.
I'm here.
- Your memory stone.
I'm trying, but my magic is too weak.
- No.
I'm here.
- With the mind, with the heart.
- Oh?
(gasps)
- Aries!
(screams)
- That can't be!
- Sagitta!
(Spellbinder grunting)
Alpha Arietis!
- It's impossible!
- Captain! The storm is too powerful!
- Lower the sails and secure the rigging!
We've got to hang on!
(screaming)
(grunting)
- Scorpius!
(grunts)
- Who is that powerful memory?
- My mother.
- Taurus!
- Land? Land, straight ahead!
- That's land, mates!
- There! That's where they are! - Hang on!
(grunts)
- Oh!
(gasps)
(children gasping)
- What happened?
- My head...
- What's going on?
(Spellbinder growls) - Help!
- Ah!
- Lydia...
- Thaddeus! It's you!
You came back!
- Oh!
Mom?
- It's her memory.
- You did it.
You're a true astromancer.
(chuckles)
- You've ruined everything!
I will drown you in the mist!
- (child 1) The storm is coming! - (child 2) It's the Misty Sea!
- (child 3) It's so strong! - (child 4) We're gonna drown!
- Help! - Help!
- We're gonna drown! Help!
- Stop it!
(menacing growl)
- Mist magic all over the land!
- Now, Lucas! Now!
Come on!
- The models! Catch them, everyone!
- They're over here! - Grab hold of them!
- Come on! - They're over here!
- There they are! - We found them!
Hurray! They're safe!
I can't believe it! Hurray! Woohoo!
- Dad! Lydia isn't here!
- The ship can't take much more of this!
We need to go back to the surface!
- Children.
(sighs)
I love you.
- Oh no!
- Run!
(gasps)
- Lydia!
- Lucas!
- Hey, Critter!
(Lucas chuckling)
(dramatic music)
- (Captain) Ambrosia!
I'm sorry! We have to go!
(majestic music)
(sheep bleating)
- Granny! Granny Esther!
(bleats)
- Oh, just the sea
playing its nasty tricks again, Onyx.
- Granny! Granny Esther! - Oh!
By all the seas, you're safe and sound!
- Granny, we're back!
- Hi, Granny. - Thaddeus.
- I missed you so much.
- I knew deep down you were alive.
(gentle music)
- Do you remember anything?
- I remember that I wasn't afraid.
That I felt terribly alone.
As if something very important was missing.
That boy.
The Spellbinder.
- Mael.
He must have felt very alone, too.
- Thaddeus...
- I already know what you're gonna say.
I'll miss you.
(chuckles)
It won't be easy.
- But I can do this.
(overlapping chatter)
- Sorry, Onyx.
(bleats)
I can't fit you in my pocket.
Granny.
- With the mind...
- With the heart.
- Take good care of Critter.
(whines)
- Goodbye! - Fair winds!
- I'll miss you every day!
- Take care out there!
- All sails out! - All sails out!
- I love you!
- So, on your way to Almaluz, huh?
- Mm-hmm. - Whew!
With you away at school, I'll get a break.
Aww, Critter.
How do you always manage to look so cute?
May I?
(chuckling)
- I'm sorry about your son.
I hope you see him again someday.
- Thank you, Lydia.
- Do you think he might kidnap other children?
- No.
His memory stone was defeated, and his willpower too.
I only hope I'll have a chance to see him again
before nothing remains of my boy.
But you don't need to concern yourself
with any of that anymore.
What you should be thinking about now
is your apprenticeship.
It's not considered good form for an astromancer
to enter Almaluz without a memory stone.
- Oh!
Thank you.
(Ambrosia sighing)
(uplifting music)
- Argo Navis!
Delphinus!
(majestic music)
Closed captioning: SETTE Inc.
- ♪ Who can sail without the wind? ♪
♪ Who can roam without oars Without oars? ♪
♪ Who can leave a parting friend ♪
♪ Without shedding tears? ♪
- ♪ I can sail without ♪
♪ Without the wind ♪
♪ I can row without oars ♪
♪ But I can't leave ♪
♪ A parting friend ♪
♪ Not without shedding tears
♪ I can't leave a friend ♪
♪ Without shedding tears ♪
- ♪ Who can watch the glow of dawn ♪
- ♪ I can watch the glow of dawn ♪
- ♪ And not see evening's veil of dark? ♪
- ♪ And not see a veil of dark ♪
- ♪ And who can feel sleep coming on ♪
- ♪ But never does sleept come to ease ♪
♪ To ease the sorrow of my heart ♪