[Sickbay]

JANEWAY: Ow! I thought physical therapy was supposed to be therapeutic.
EMH: Well, do you like having a shoulder, hmm?
TYSESS: Sorry to interrupt.
JANEWAY: It's all right. I could use a break from the punishment. Any news?
TYSESS: Long-range sensors found no sign of the Proto Star's warp signature, and still no subspace transmissions from Chakotay or our missing crew.
JANEWAYY: The longer this goes on, the more I doubt if I made the right call.
NOUM: But what choice did you have?
JANEWAY: I allowed them to venture into the unknown on nothing but the word of a Starfleet expat. But how much do we really know about Mister Crusher?
NOUM: About that. I think there's someone you should talk to.

[Briefing room]

NOUM: I twisted some arms at Starfleet Medical. She's surprisingly hard to track down these days.
JANEWAY: Doctor Crusher. Been a while since the Shinzon incident. How is Jean-Luc?
CRUSHER [on screen]: Oh, it's been a while. Last I heard, he was busy with the Romulan evacuation. I've been told that's his priority. But I hear you've seen my son.
JANEWAY: Yes. We recently had an... encounter.
CRUSHER [on screen]: With Wesley? Has something happened? How is he?
JANEWAY: He saved our lives, but seemed erratic. And he persuaded some of my cadets to embark on a mission they've yet to return from.
CRUSHER [on screen]: I wish I could offer some insight, but I haven't seen him in years. For a time traveller. I wish he had more time to spend with his mother. But he's a good son, with a good heart. I have to believe he knows what he's doing.
JANEWAY: I wish I had a mother's faith like yours. But all I have is my crew, and I admit, I'm worried for them.
CRUSHER [on screen]: You're more like a mother than you realise. All we can do is be there for them when they find their way home.

[Outside Protostar]

ZERO: That's the last of the solar collectors.
GWYN: Good. They can double as sails.
CHAKOTAY: Dal, hurry up and drop the lumber over there and get started on the rigging. For a guy who likes to go fast, you sure take your time.
DAL: Ha! Good one, Captain. Quite a turnaround for this guy. Yesterday he's a beach bum, today he's bossing us around.
GWYN: We've all got to play our part if we want to turn this ship into a boat and get it off planet.
MAJ'EL: Whatever our parts may be.
POG: It'd be way easier if we had fuel. Getting this old bird to fly is going to be impossible.
HOLO-JANEWAY: Difficult, but not impossible. Perhaps we should review the plan once more before launch.
CHAKOTAY: Good idea. We've got an ocean of troubles ahead of us, and I don't want to leave anything to chance.

[Protostar]

CHAKOTAY: The warp core may be offline and without fuel, but thanks to Adreek, we still have one last hope. Adreek had a backup plan. To get our warp drive working, we need matter and antimatter to create a reaction.
JANEWAY: If we mix them together, the results are rather explosive and perfect for powering a starship.
CHAKOTAY: Adreek already managed to collect some compressed antimatter for us from the planet's lightning storms.
DAL: So... what's the matter?
CHAKOTAY: Deuterium gas. Janeway detected a massive swirling suspension in the eye of a storm on the other side of Ysida's dangerous high density vapour ocean.
ROK: So we're headed to a big gas cloud?
POG: You're telling Jankum that our ship is going to float on that swirly mess?
HOLO-JANEWAY: As long as we've got forward momentum, we should maintain buoyancy.
CHAKOTAY: Janeway can guide us there as we sail across. Once we reach the deuterium, we'll gather all the gas we need with the ship's ramscoops. Then we engage the warp core, and it's a straight shot to the stars.

[Outside Protostar]

DAL: Well, I'd say my starship makes a pretty good ship-ship.
CHAKOTAY: Your ship? It was mine first. Now, we just have to get her off the beach and onto the vapour ocean. Okay, Mister Pog, take us out.
POG: Aye, sir. Here goes nothing.
(Protostar tilts forward then stops.)
POG: Ah, she's stuck on a rock.
DAL: Don't worry. I know exactly what to do.
(Later, revving the Runaway's engine like crazy.)
DAL: Come on. Just a few more metres.
MAJ'EL: Dal, this approach is illogical. The thrust is clearly inadequate.
GWYN: He doesn't give up easily.
CHAKOTAY: Sounds like someone never studied their Archimedes. Give me a lever and a place to stand, and I can move the world!
(They lever the offending rock out and it rolls past the Runaway.)
CHAKOTAY: All aboard the HMS Protostar!
(Dal gets on board just as Protostar starts sliding downhill.)

[Protostar hull]

CHAKOTAY: You three, keep the rigging taut. You and you, rudder and lookout. Dal, take the jib.
DAL: Urgh, totally. Way ahead of you.
CHAKOTAY: Dal, it's on the other end.
DAL: Yep, sure. Got it.
POG: Hoo-hoo-hoo!
(Later...)
CHAKOTAY: The wind stream's pulling us toward the reef. Slack the sails, hard to port.
MAJ'EL: Adjusting our bearing.
ZERO: Right away.
GWYN: Aye, aye, sir.
DAL: One sec.
HOLO-JANEWAY: What's going on up there? We're on a collision course.
POG: Wrecking before we barely leave shore? That's gotta be a record.
(Gwyn and Chakotay correct the angle of the jib, and scrape between two rocks.)
CHAKOTAY: I don't know what that was, but let's not do it again, okay? Gwyn, you're on the jib from now on. Dal, how about you... coil the ropes? It should be smooth sailing from here on out.
ROK: Kinda crazy traveling like this. No replicators, no warp engines.
POG: And all that's between us and sinking to the bottomless abyss is this rickety raft! Ha!
ROK: Er... I'm gonna go below deck and not think about that any more.
POG: Good luck. You may be down there, but you're still on this raft.
ZERO: Do you need assistance? Happy to lend a hand.
MAJ'EL: No. This is my responsibility.
CHAKOTAY: Dal, it may be none of my business, but if something's wrong, I'm here to listen.
DAL: Right. Because that's what a good captain does.
CHAKOTAY: Sorry if you have a problem with command. But if you want to be in Starfleet, better get used to it.
DAL: All I wanted was a chance.
CHAKOTAY: A chance for what?
DAL: I saw a glimpse of my future. Something I wasn't supposed to see. As bad as I want it, I don't think I'll ever be captain. I know. Big shocker. I know how to put on a brave face. Usually just long enough to get by. But if I'm not good enough to lead, what good am I to them?
CHAKOTAY: When I was your age, I was lost too. Lost my father, my heritage, my purpose. I thought I'd find it rebelling with a group called the Maquis. But I never truly belonged until I became Janeway's number one. I wasn't a captain, but we shared something greater. A cause I believed in. Point is, maybe you'll be captain, maybe not, but whenever you're feeling lost, it's best to find where you're needed most. And right now, that's rope duty. Murf, what is it?
GWYN: Why is he waving at us like that?
HOLO-JANEWAY: Because he's seeing what I see. Our destination.
(Into bad weather.)
CHAKOTAY: Maintain our heading! The deuterium is at the eye of this storm. Keep her steady!

[Protostar]

POG: Steady? Jankom's just trying to keep her in one piece.
ROK: I don't like the sound of that.
HOLO-JANEWAY: Hull integrity 40 percent. Status report.

[Hull]

CHAKOTAY: We're getting hammered, but we knew this was going to be a bumpy ride.
ZERO: Oh dear. My insides feel like they don't want to be inside any more.
CHAKOTAY: The swells are worsening. We need feet on ground and hands on ropes.
DAL: We've got eels incoming! That doesn't seem like a good sign.
CHAKOTAY: They're spooked by the maelstrom, and they're not the only ones. Janeway, can you steer us through?
HOLO-JANEWAY: Hard to starboard 20 degrees. On my mark, now!
(They circle the eye. The sail rips then gets blasted off.)
DAL: No, no, no, no, no!
CHAKOTAY: Everyone below deck! Now!

[Protostar bridge]

HOLO-JANEWAY: We can't evade this one.
GWYN: Take your positions and hold on to something.
(Dal takes the captain's chair and Murf holds onto him.)
CHAKOTAY: Is everyone okay?
DAL: Besides everything being upside down?
ROK: Something's wrong with Janeway.
HOLO-JANEWAY: The solar collectors are offline. I'm losing emergency power. Without the rudder, we're circling the deuterium eye.
CHAKOTAY: We're at the mercy of the storm.
MAJ'EL: There must be a logical solution. We need to get to that eye, but the rudder is jammed.
GWYN: Give me a lever, and I can move the world. We could do it manually. If we go outside and angle the rudder, we could guide the ship just enough to collect the gas we came here for.
HOLO-JANEWAY: She's right. I can use the rest of my reserves to charge the Bussard collectors so that it might give you a fighting chance.
CHAKOTAY: We'll see you on the other side.
COMPUTER: Automated systems offline.
CHAKOTAY: Jankom and Zero, open the deuterium tanks. The rest, let's get up top. This is our last and only shot.
ROK: All of us?
DAL: We could use a strong arm for those ropes.

[Hull]

DAL: The debris lodged deep.
GWYN: Everyone!
CHAKOTAY: On the count of three, we're going to pull the rudder straight. Ready?
GWYN: One, two, three! It's working!
CHAKOTAY: The eye. This is what we're here for. Open the ramscoops. We only need to be in the riptide long enough to get the deuterium. Then impulse and warp will come online.

[Engineering]

JANKOM: Deuterium tanks at one percent. Ah, two percent! Jankom's never been so happy to have gas!

[Hull]

CHAKOTAY: You hear those Bussard collectors hum? That's the sound of freedom! We may get off this rock after all.
(A rope snaps, knocking Chakotay off the hull. Dal goes after him with a rope tied around his waist.)
GWYN: Dal. Dal! Everyone, pull!

[Engineering]

ZERO: We've got crew overboard!

[Hull]

(Dal 'swims' for Chakotay.)
GWYN: Hang on, or we lose them both!
(Dal unties the rope so he can reach Chakotay.)
GWYN: No. No!

[Engineering]

ZERO: I... I no longer sense Dal or Chakotay.

[Hull]

(Dal has grabbed Chakotay, and hitches a ride on an eel back up to the surface.)
GWYN: Dal!
ROK: Dal!
GWYN: Dal!
ROK: Over there!
(They pull them both aboard.)
ROK: What happened down there?
DAL: I took the long way around.

[Protostar]

(The engines start, and Protostar heads for the... stars.)
POG: Ah ha!
ZERO: Hoo-hoo!
CHAKOTAY: Would you look at that? Adreek was right. She can still fly!
POG: We've got impulse and warp.
ROK: And Janeway.
HOLO-JANEWAY: Glad to see my faith was well placed. Great work, everyone. Clearly, I missed some action.
ROK: Things could have gone really bad. But someone showed us the ropes.
CHAKOTAY: Let's just say they know how to run their own ship.
DAL: Our ship. And we just went where we were needed most.
HOLO-JANEWAY: Communications are spotty, but I've detected Voyager's position 3,000 lightyears away.
POG: That'll take forever.
MAJ'EL: The Proto-drive is powered by a miniature star of exotic matter, which we do not have.
DAL: I'm not worried. We just rebuilt a starship. So let's go build a star.