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The Pitcairn Islands are a group of four volcanic islands in the southern Pacific Ocean that form a British Overseas Territory. The four islands – Pitcairn, Henderson, Ducie, and Oeno – are spread over several hundred miles of ocean. Only Pitcairn, the second largest and measuring about 3.6 kilometers (2.2 mi) from east to west, is inhabited.

Pitcairn Island

It’s the year 1790 and a British ship is sailing from the coast of Pitcairn Island. The ship’s name is the “Bounty”. It's still the year 1790 and a British ship is burning off the coast of Pitcairn Island. The ship’s name is the “Bounty”. Nine mutineers make their way to the shore along with seventeen native Polynesian men and women and one baby. They settle on the island paradise, exchanging toasts of a mutiny well done and a hearty “huzzah” to their new island lives. No more commanding officers, no more taxes, and as they would soon find out, no more meat, booze, or running water.


Despite the difficulties they faced, the mutineers soon created a home on the remote island and they enjoyed all of the luxuries of island life. They ate the rare tropical fish, farmed and cultivated the land, and even found time for romance. There were only eleven women and fifteen men so this last island luxury obviously led to some problems. Still, it was hard not to love life on this tropical paradise.

The small city they founded is still there today. Pitcairn Island is home to around fifty year round inhabitants with that number swelling to nearly sixty in the busy summer months. Pitcairn Island is one of the least populated jurisdictions in the world and almost everyone on the island is related to those original nine mutineers and thankfully most of them aren’t mating. For years the only way the population could grow was if another mutiny happened within swimming distance or by some stroke of luck there was a shipwreck near by.

With the only chance of growing the population coming from mutiny or ship wreck I imagine those original inhabitants were the only people actively praying for some kind of insurrection or natural disaster. In particular I imagine the prayers of those nine male mutineers. I imagine they would have gone like this:

Dear God,
Thank-you for this tropical paradise. As I am sure you have noticed we managed to save your good book from the wreckage. We have kept it dry and clean and we read from it everyday. We also thank you for the storm you recently sent us: we were able to fill some barrels and buckets with fresh water. Maybe next time you could send a little rum. Not a thunder storm or anything but a light sprinkling would be appreciated. I also ask that you look after my family back home and tell my Mum and Da that I love em. Amen………..also God, if you could see fit to ship wreck a vessel, maybe one full of tobacco and loose women we’d really appreciate that too. Amen.

I imagine the eleven women that were on the island prayed daily as well. Most likely for better men than the nine mutineers and the six Polynesia men dumb enough to follow them. I’m sure they sent a daily call to the heavens pleading for some ship full of brave Navy men to end up marooned on the island. In fact I can guarantee that two hundred and twenty three years later the women of Pitcairn Island are praying that some fortuitous circumstance will force some foreign seamen to be left behind.