|THE ADVENTURES OF SWISS FAMILY ROBINSON - BOOK 2|
SWISS FAMILY ROBINSON
BOOK 2 - THE ISLAND OF THE GODS
Original US Airdate: 4, 8 + 9, September 1998
(each 75 minute episode was divided into 3 parts)
Screenplay by Rio Fanning
Directed by Declan Eames
Api Taylor (The King), Eteuati Ete (Shaman),
Kirk Torrance (King's Brother)
According to my journal three weeks have passed since we were shipwrecked. Castaway on a tropical island somewhere in the uncharted waters of the Indian Ocean. Our lives are under constant threat from Parsons and his accomplice Ben. Who are also marooned and have taken refuge on an outer island. The wildlife we have so far encountered seems as curious and fearful of us as we are of them as we attempt to survive in a world far removed from that of Boston. The unpredictable and often inhospitable world of Mother Nature. Billy, the cabin boy, has befriended my youngest sister Christina who also delights in her other new found friends over which she has become protective and proprietary since they were found lost ashore. Bruno seems to find our new lifestyle idyllic as does my other sister Joanna. And at times even mother and father appear content despite our predicament. Though I'm sure they - like all of us - fear what the future holds in store.
The mysterious Emily Chen remains cold and aloof and is a constant source of irritation. Seemingly unable to accept that she no longer lives in a society with servants. Or that for however long we will remain as castaways she is now an equal and must therefore assist with our daily chores.
Emily's selfishness was to endanger not only her own life but indeed the entire family's. In an adventure which began quite unexpectedly when we first tested our home made raft.
Little did we realise at the time that Emily's selfishness and even the volcano would pale in comparison with the enormous danger that lay ahead.
We would soon discover that the statue, burial chamber and volcano were linked. But at the time the only question was - why?
Emily was taken hostage. But not by Parsons and Ben. Who also found themselves hostages when their plan unexpectedly backfired. As night fell the volcano maintained its ominous presence. As if it was somehow waiting and watching for some event to unfold. Back at the treehouse we were more concerned about the health and well-being of the native king. Mother had concocted a possible remedy as had the king's medicine man who clearly felt that there was very little time. And that the king's days were drawing to an end.
As dawn broke all we could do was wait and put our faith in the dear Lord that mother's remedy would work. And that our prayers would be answered for the king to make a full recovery. We were also extremely concerned about the whereabouts and fate of Emily.
Once again the goat had seemingly played a significant part in our adventure by leading us to Emily. Bruno meanwhile - ever dependable - was to play his own part.
Once again we had defeated Parsons and his reluctant accomplice Ben. With the assistance of the native king and the mountain goat, of course. To our relief Emily was returned safely to us and through the Grace of God our beloved Christina made a full recovery. The shaman played his part in the temple of his own gods. And I've often considered his dreamtime. Was it really a dream? Or did it exist? I leave that for you to decide. In any event, the threat of the volcano seemed to immediately subside, reinforcing my belief that we all co-exist with the forces of Mother Nature under God in whatever incarnation. As the native king prepared to return to his island home he invited us to accompany him. But we declined as we were from two such different worlds. The island - at least for the present time - was our home. And our fate lay solely in the hands of the dear Lord to whom we must turn for any hope of rescue and salvation. I am sure the family will never forget the native king. Or the shaman who played such an important part in our adventure. I personally couldn't help but notice the profound look of gratitude exchanged between the native king and my father. Signifying a bond of friendship. And I wonder if somehow our paths are destined to cross in another adventure one day.