Pitcairn Island is the least populous territory on Earth, a rock of basalt cliffs five kilometres across in the South Pacific, halfway between New Zealand and Peru, home to about 35 people, most of them descended from the mutineers of HMS Bounty, who burned their ship in the bay below the village in 1790, and it is reached by a supply ship from Mangareva four times a year, with every arrival met by the whole community at the jetty. Bounty Bay is the only place a boat can land on an island with no harbour, and the aluminium longboats come out through the surf to take passengers off the ship; the village of Adamstown stands on the slope above with its church, its museum holding the Bounty's anchor and its store, and the paths climb from it through banyan, breadfruit and rose apple to the ridgeline at 347 metres, where the whole island lies below and there is nothing beyond it but ocean. Every 23 January the islanders build a model of the Bounty, tow it out and set it alight off the landing, a public holiday re-enacting the night that stranded their ancestors, and they speak Pitkern, a creole grown from eighteenth-century sailors' English and Tahitian.
St Paul's Pool is the swim, a tidal basin walled in by basalt spires on the eastern coast, filled by the swell coming over the rocks, and the longboats circle the island under cliffs and sea stacks that take the open-ocean swell with no reef to soften it. Down Rope, the only sandy beach, lies at the foot of a cliff on the southeast coast, and the rock above it carries petroglyphs cut by the Polynesians who lived here centuries before the Bounty and left. Through the austral winter humpbacks gather in the water below the island to breed, seen from the clifftop above Bounty Bay, and the whole island group is a dark-sky sanctuary with no settlement glowing within 600 kilometres. Pitcairn is a rock where a mutiny ended, and the mutineers' great-grandchildren still meet the boat.