Chapter 4 boat of rage

Few books have as much substance as the Navigator's Guide - published by the Bureau of Seaways at the behest of the Naval Board.This book is beautifully bound, each volume has a different cover color, and the most valuable thing is that it is cheap.For four shillings, you can buy the China Tibet Travel Guide, which includes some brief descriptions and navigation instructions; for three shillings, you can buy the third part of the Eastern Islands Travel Guide, including Sulawesi. The northeastern tip of the island, the Maluku Islands and Halmahera, the Banda Aceh and Arafura Seas, and the northern, western and southwestern coasts of New Guinea.However, if you are the kind of person who is used to settling in one place, or if your career firmly locks you in a fixed place, then these things may not mean much to you.These systematic books will be your intoxicating spiritual voyage, and their down-to-earth style, their admirable order, the simplicity of their material, their exactness between the lines, will in no way lessen the poetry of the whole, just as they will make you I feel that I have reached some mysterious eastern coast, and there is a breeze wrapped in spices rushing towards me, and there is also a sweet fragrance between the pages.The guide will tell you where to anchor and moor, and where you can get water; it will tell you where lights and buoys are, as well as local tide times and wind and weather conditions.There is also a brief introduction to the population and trade status of each place on the guide.It must be strange when you think about the grandeur - so much extra information is given to you without the slightest waste of words.what?Oh, there is mystery and beauty, there is romance, and the charm of the unknown.This is not the kind of book that just tells you the usual things like: "Supplies. The island is home to wild fowl and a lot of seabirds. There are turtles around the lake and a huge variety of fish, including Mullets, sharks and star sharks. These cannot be caught with nets, but there are also fish that can be fished with poles. A nearby hut has food reserves such as canned food for shipwrecked people. The clean water of the island can Get it near the landing point." With these imaginations, isn't it enough for you to pack your bags and get ready to go?

In the volume to which I am referring here, the author describes the Arras Islands with the same admiration.The Arras Archipelago consists of a series of small islands, "mostly low-lying and wooded, extending about seventy-five miles from east to west and about forty miles from north to south."What you are told about this place is very limited. There are straits connecting different peoples, and ships may pass through them. However, these passages are not fully developed, and many dangers are still unknown.Therefore, it is best to avoid them.The population here is about 8,000 people, of whom 200 are Chinese, 400 are Muslims, and the rest are pagans.The main island here is Baru Island, which is surrounded by hidden reefs, and the person in charge of the Dutch nationality lives on the island.His white house on a hill with a red roof is the most conspicuous object here.The house is noticed every other month when the Royal Dutch Steam Fleet passes by on its way to Makassar, or once every four weeks to Merauke.

At one time the island was in charge of Mr. Evert Groot, who ran the Arras Islands with a temperament bordering on the absurd.When he took office at twenty-seven, he thought it was a funny thing; at thirty, he still feels the same way.There is no cable communication between his island and Batavia, and the postage is very slow. Even if he seeks advice from outsiders, it will be useless when it arrives. act in the most fitting manner, and hope that his good fortune will save him from all kinds of trouble.Mr. Groot was short, not more than five feet four inches high, and exceptionally stout, but always ruddy in the face.In order to appear more ruthless, he is often diligent in shaving his head and face.His face is round and red.His eyebrows were so pale that they were barely visible, and he had small, expressive blue eyes.He knew he was not a respectable man, but because of his position he was always well-dressed.He always appeared in the office, the courtroom or the street in immaculate white.However, although he is still very young, he has a round and convex belly.His cheerful face is always sweet, and he often holds a palm fan in his hand.

At home, however, Mr. Groot only liked to wear a sarong, so that, with his white, squat body, he looked like a funny fat boy of sixteen.He was an early riser, always had breakfast at six in the morning, never changed.His breakfast consisted of a slice of papaya, three cold fried eggs, a thin slice of edamame and a cup of black coffee.After breakfast, he would smoke a Dutch cigar, read through the newspaper, and change for the office. One morning the boy came into the bedroom and told him that Mr. Jones would like to come and ask if it would be convenient.Mr. Groot is standing in front of the mirror.He was wearing pants and was admiring his smooth chest.He straightened his back hard, protruded his chest, and tightened his lower abdomen.After that, he patted himself on the chest three or four times in satisfaction.His boobs look manly.After listening to the boy's words, he looked at himself in the mirror, and exchanged a slightly teasing look with him.He began to ask himself, what is the purpose of the guest.Evert Groot is equally fluent in English, Dutch and Malay, but when he's thinking, it's the Dutch accent that rings in his head.He loves it.For him, Dutch was a pleasantly obscene language.

"Let him wait, I'll be here." Then he put on his tunic, buttoned it up, and strode toward the living room.Then the Reverend Owen Jones stood up. "Good morning, Mr. Jones," greeted our island ruler, "you came to trouble me before I went to work?" After hearing this, Mr. Jones was expressionless. "Mr. Groot, I have come to you on a very distressing matter," he replied. Our island leader was not disturbed by the seriousness of the visitor or the frustration in his words.There was still a friendly smile in his little blue eyes. "My dear friend, please sit down and smoke a cigar."

Mr. Groot knew very well that the Reverend Owen Jones was a man who did not drink or smoke, but every time he met him, Mr. Groot could not help playing such pranks and offering him a drink or a cigarette.Mr. Jones shook his head. Mr. Jones is the director of the Baptist Church on Arras Island.His headquarters were in Baru, where the largest branch had the largest number of members, and, with the help of helpers from various places, the church he was in charge of had houses of worship on other islands.He was a tall, thin, melancholy man with a long, sallow, haggard face, about forty years of age.His dark brown hair, which was visibly graying and receding from his forehead, made him look like a dazed intellectual.Mr. Groot respected him, though he disliked him.He didn't like him because the latter was narrow-minded and a dogmatist.Mr. Groot himself was a merry pagan, always seeking as much sensual pleasure as circumstances permitted, and he had no patience for much trouble with a man who was against it all.He believed that the customs and customs of this country were well suited to the people here, and he did not want to be involved in the relentless efforts of the missionaries to destroy the way of life here.He respected Jones because Jones was honest, warm and kind.Mr Jones is of Welsh Australian descent and is the only qualified doctor in his organisation.When you are sick, it can be comforting to know that Chinese doctors are not the only ones you can rely on.Mr. Jones's skills are very useful to the local people, and he has always been generous to help others. Mr. Groot sees all this clearly.During the epidemic, this missionary could do the work of ten alone.If necessary, he will frequently travel to and from the various islands without hesitation to provide all kinds of help, neither storm nor typhoon can stop him.

Jones lived with his sister in a little white house half a mile from the village, and when our island superintendent first arrived, Jones called on him and offered that, while the latter's house was in order, he could Stay at his house temporarily.Groot accepted the advice, and soon, he saw firsthand the modest life the couple lived.This is completely beyond his acceptable range.The food for afternoon tea at three o'clock every afternoon was scarce, and when he wanted to smoke a cigar, Mrs. Jones would always politely but firmly ask him not to smoke it, because the Jones brothers and sisters were extremely opposed to these things.So, after living for less than a day, Groot quickly moved into his house.He fled in sheer panic, like fleeing a malaria-infested city.Groot loved to tell jokes, and he loved to laugh, but it was unbearable to be around someone who had no interest in them, and was completely indifferent when you told the funniest jokes.The Reverend Owen Jones was a noble man, but not a good company.His sister is even worse.None of them had a sense of humor, but the pastor was always diligent in doing his job.His beliefs were well known: he thought everything in the world was hopeless, but Miss Jones was a staunch optimist.She can always see the bright side of things.She seeks out the good in people with the ferocity of an avenging angel.Miss Jones taught at the mission school and assisted her brother in his medical work.She delivered instruments while Jones was operating, and was the head nurse, doctor's assistant and nurse at her brother's small hospital.And our island leader was a stubborn fellow who never failed to amuse Reverend Owen's wrestling with human frailty and Miss Jones' resolute optimism.He's always going out of his way to have fun.Every two months, the Dutch ship will come over three times, and each time it will stay for a few hours. At this time, Groot will go to the captain and the chief mechanic on the ship to catch up.Occasionally some schooner loaded with pearls came in from Australia or Darwin and stayed for a couple of days, and then Groot was having a good time.Most of the pearl merchants are rough people, but they are often full of energy, there is a lot of wine on board, and there are many good stories, so our island leader often invites them to his home and prepares delicious dinners for them. The party can only be called a success if these people are too drunk to walk back to the boat.Apart from the clergyman, Ginger Ted was the only white man left in Baroo, and he was, of course, a failure of civilization.Nothing good was said about him, he was just embarrassing the white race.Similarly, our island leader believes that Ginger Ted can find more vitality on this Baru Island.

Strangely enough, it was for this naughty boy that Jones called on Mr. Groot at the time when he was supposed to be giving Baptist instruction to young pagans. "Please sit down, Mr. Jones," said our superintendent. "Is there anything I can do for you?" "Oh, I came to you about that man named Ginger Ted. What do you think you're going to do with this now?" "What, did something happen?" "Haven't you heard? I thought the sergeants would tell you." "I generally do not allow my people to come to my private residence except in emergencies," said our officer vainly. "Unlike you, Mr. Jones, I work only for my leisure, and I do not Hope my leisure time is disturbed."

But Mr. Jones paid no attention to the chatter, nor was he interested in general reflection. "Last night, a disgraceful incident happened in a Chinese store. Ginger Ted vandalized the store and nearly killed a Chinese." "I guess he's drunk again," said our officer, rather calmly. "That's natural. When did he not get drunk? The people in the store got the sergeant, and he continued to attack the sergeant who was there. It took a full six sergeants to get him to jail go." "He's a strong lad," said our officer. "I guess you might send him to Makassar."

Evert Groot blinked happily at the chaplain's outraged face.He's not stupid, he understands what Mr. Jones is trying to do.But he would like to take advantage of it to please him. "Fortunately, my rights are sufficient to allow me to handle such matters myself," he replied. "Mr. Groot, you have the right to deport anyone. I'm sure it would save us a lot of trouble if you deported this person entirely." "Of course I have this right, but I think you should be the last person who wants to see me use it arbitrarily." "Mr. Groot, the existence of this man is now a public scandal. From morning to night, he never wakes up, and he is notorious for having sex with one local woman after another."

"That's an interesting question, Mr. Jones. I've often heard that heavy drinking can arouse libido, but also reduce the satisfaction of such events. But the story you told me about Ginger Ted doesn't seem to support this theory." The pastor's face turned red. "I don't want to study that physiological question just yet," he said nonchalantly. "This man's behavior is a huge insult to the reputation of white people, and his example seriously affects what we do and want other people on the island. Man's effort to live a more productive life. He's a total badass." "Forgive me for asking, but have you made any effort to reform him?" "When he first came here, I tried my best to get in touch with him. He pushed away all my attempts. When he first got into trouble, I went to talk to him, and Talked to him about his problems very directly. He swore in front of me at that time." "I am very grateful for all the hard work you and the other priests have done on these islands, but are you sure you have exhausted all possible resourcefulness?" Our officer is quite pleased with his words.It was said very politely, and yet implied what he considered a more modest reproach.The chaplain then looked at him with great dignity.There was sincerity in his melancholy blue eyes. "Did Jesus use tact when he whipped the money changers from the temple gates? No, Mr. Groot. Tact is a plea used by lazy men to evade their duties." After listening to Mr. Jones' comments, our officer suddenly felt an urge for a can of beer, while the chaplain leaned forward earnestly. "Mr. Groot, you and I are well aware of the crimes committed by this man. I don't need to remind you again. He has no reason to speak. Now, he has really crossed the limit of what should be. This It happens to be our best chance. I implore you to use your right to expel him for good." The brilliance in the officer's eyes became even more strange.He thought it was funny.He found that people were much more entertaining when they didn't have to tell the difference between praise or blame. "But, Mr. Jones, I don't know if I understand you correctly. Do you want me to assure you of deportation before I hear the man's criminal statement and his personal defence?" "I don't know what else he could do to defend himself." At this remark our officer rose from his chair, in an effort to impress his five-foot-four frame. "My duty is to uphold justice in accordance with the laws of the Dutch government. Let me tell you that I am shocked to see you trying to influence my judicial authority." The pastor suddenly felt a little panicked.He never thought that this young man who was ten years younger than himself and arrogant would show such an attitude.He was about to explain and apologize when our officer raised his fat hand. "Mr. Jones, it's time for me to go to work. Well, let's say good-bye." The priest was taken aback, but bowed to him, and silently exited the room.He thought he'd be surprised if he knew what our officer did when he turned around.A sneer floated on his lips, and he put his thumb to his nose, turning his back on Reverend Owen Jones and making a gesture of extreme contempt. Soon, he arrived at the office.His head of affairs—a half-Dutch man—told him about the events of the previous night.This is not much different from Mr. Jones' version.The court will hear the matter today. "Sir, would you like to see Ginger Ted first?" the supervisor asked. "I don't think it's necessary. There are two or three other cases pending. Let everything come in its proper order." "Sir, I thought, since he's a white man, you might want to see him in private for a while." "Our laws, my friend, do not discriminate between white people and other people of color," said Mr. Groot, somewhat haughtily. The courtroom was a large, square room with wooden benches packed closely together, where the locals sat and listened to cases.Among the men, Polynesians, Bugis, Chinese, and Malays, rose from their benches when the gate opened and the sergeant announced the arrival of the officer.The prefect came in with his clerk, and sat down at a table painted with pitch pine.Behind him, is a huge engraving of Queen Wilhelmina.After he had quickly dealt with some minor cases, Ginger Ted was brought in.He was standing in the dock, handcuffed, with a guard on the left and right.Our officer looked at him solemnly, but the expression of amused expression couldn't stop flowing from his eyes. Ginger Ted is clearly in pain.His standing body shook slightly, and his eyes were also blank.He was still a young man, about thirty years old, of middle height, very fat, with a puffy red face and extremely curly red hair.He was also injured in yesterday's dispute.At the moment, one of his eyes is black and his mouth is broken and still swollen.He was in khaki shorts, ragged, and his tank top was practically falling off his back.A break revealed the reddish hair on his chest and the startling whiteness of his skin.Our officer took a look at the case record.He called witnesses.He listened to witness accounts, saw the Chinese man whose head was broken with a bottle by Ginger Ted, heard incendiary stories of the sergeant being knocked down while trying to arrest him, and heard Ginger Ted destroying as much as he could while drunk. Everything that can be destroyed.Then he turned to the sinner and began a conversation with him in English. "Well, Jinji, do you have anything else you want to say?" "My mind is blank. I can't think of any of these things. If they say I almost killed the man, well, I probably did. If they give me time, I will Compensate for the losses you have caused." "Ginger, I'm sure you will," said our officer, "but it's up to me to give you time." He stared at Ginger Ted for a moment in silence.He is an unappetizing fellow.He is a frightening man.Just looking at him makes one shudder, and if Mr. Jones hadn't been meddling in his own business, our officers would probably have simply deported him. "Ginger, you've been causing everyone trouble since you came to the island. You're a nasty person with hard-won habits. People have found out about your drunkenness many times. You've been shocked. The people are outraged, and people have despaired of you. I warned you for the last time that if you are arrested again in the future, I will punish you severely. Now, I sentence you to six months of hard labor." "me?" "yes." "God, I'll kill you when I come out." He started to burst out some nasty and blasphemous curses.Mr. Groot just listened stoically.He thought Ginger Ted might be able to swear better in Dutch. "Be quiet," he ordered, "you're making me tired." Our magistrate read out his sentence again in Malay, after which the criminal was dragged away. Mr. Groot sat down to the table and began to eat his lunch cheerfully.Life can be extremely interesting if you inject something original into it.The people of Amsterdam, even Batavia and Surabaya, considered his island a place of exile.They had no idea how pleasant it actually was here, or how much fun he could have with hopeless people.They asked him if he missed the clubs, the horse races, the weekly dances in the cinemas and casinos, and, of course, the social women of Holland.absolutely not.He likes a comfortable life.The luxurious furniture in the room can bring him great satisfaction.He liked to read frivolous French novels, and he liked the feeling of reading one after another without feeling like he was wasting his time.To him, wasting time is a luxury.When his teenage fantasies turned to erotic concerns, his valet brought him back a dark-skinned, sparkling-eyed little fellow in a sarong.Groot enjoys his freedom and will not be bent over by some so-called sense of responsibility.He is not afraid of the scorching heat here.He showers with cold water several times a day and takes great pleasure in doing so.He likes to play the piano.He would write to his friends in Holland.He has no desire to converse with wise men.Because he just likes to laugh, but he can still have fun with a fool, and it doesn't have to be a professor or a philosopher.He always thought that he was a very wise man. Like all Dutchmen in the Far East, he always enjoyed a gin or two with lunch.The wine had a musty, pungent taste which not everyone could appreciate, but it was indeed Mr. Groot's favourite.When he drank it, he felt that he was following the tradition of his family.He does it every day.He would fill a soup plate with a lot of rice, and then one of the three boys who stood by would hand him curry, another an omelet, and another would bring him condiments.Then, each of the three would bring a plate containing fresh meat, bananas or pickled fish, piled up like a huge pyramid.He stirs them together and starts to eat.He ate slowly and drank a little wine. When eating, he doesn't think much.His attention is fully on the food in front of him, and he always enjoys them happily and intently.Food never bores him.After eating, thinking that he will have the same food again the next day, he will feel compensated again.He is seldom sick of his diet, any more than we are sick of bread.After drinking, he lit a cigar.The footman brought him coffee.He leaned back deeply in the chair and began to let his thoughts run free. Punishing Ginger Ted for six months at hard labor was amused, and Groot couldn't help laughing at the thought of him laboring along the side of the highway with the other prisoners.Ginger Ted was able to have an occasional heart-to-heart conversation with him, so it would be foolish to throw him out, and besides, it would be bad for his gentlemanly image to satisfy the Vicar.Ginger Ted was a naughty boy and a mischief-maker, but our officer had a good impression of him.They often drank together, and when the pearl merchants in Darwin came to rest on their island, Groot would always call him and have a drink together.Our officer loves the way Ginger Ted wastes his life recklessly. Ginger Ted came on a boat from Merauke to Makassar.The captain didn't know how he came to the ship, but he traveled with them to many places. He finally stopped at Arras Island because he liked the people here.Mr. Groot suspected that they had formed an attraction for him because it was a Dutch possession, independent of English justice.However, his paperwork is complete, so there is no reason to expel him.He said he was sourcing pearl shells for an Australian business, but it was later revealed that his alleged business responsibilities were false.Drinking takes up so much of his time that he doesn't have time for other things.He had an income of two pounds a week, paid monthly, which was regularly remitted from England.Our officer had a hunch that as long as Ginger Ted stayed away from the person who sent it, he would keep getting it.But the money is not enough for him to run around at will.Ginger Ted was a man of secrets.Our officer still found out from the passport that he was an Englishman. In that passport, his name was Edward Wilson, and he had also stayed in Australia.But why he left England, and what he did in Australia, our officers do not know.He also didn't know what class Ginger Ted belonged to.When you see him in his dirty undershirt and ragged trousers, and see him with his battered sunbonnet on his head, and listen to him talk with those pearl dealers, and hear the vulgar, obscene, and ignorant talk, you will Think he was a sailor who abandoned his ship, or a coolie.But if you look at his calligraphy, you will find that it is not something that an uneducated person can write, and if you meet him alone on the road when he is not completely drunk, you will find that, Some of the topics he talks to you are never of interest to sailors or coolies.Our officer realized something, and at the same time, he also discovered that Ginger Ted had never felt inferior to him, he always felt that he was equal to him.Most of his remittances are mortgaged before they arrive, but his Chinese creditors are always by his side when his monthly remittances arrive, and he always spends the rest on alcohol.But that's where the trouble started, because he always made trouble after drinking, and then he could easily commit things that might land him in jail.At this time, Mr. Groot will lock him up until he sobers up and have a conversation with him.When he was penniless, he begged for a drink from some who might give him it.Rum, brandy, arak, it was all the same thing to him.Two or three times, Mr. Groot made him work on some Chinese plantation on other islands, and then he couldn't keep up, and it wasn't long before he was seen on the beach in Baru again.How he survived has always been a mystery.And he's certainly good at it.He speaks every dialect of the island and knows how to amuse the locals.The locals despised him, but envied his physical strength and enjoyed his company.Therefore, he never had a place to live and food to eat.Yet it was strange—and this was what annoyed the Reverend Owen Jones—that the women would let him do anything to them.And our officer couldn't imagine what those women thought of him.He was casual and rude to them.He would take whatever they gave him, yet he seemed ungrateful.He just needed them for fun and then ruthlessly threw them away.Once or twice, he got into trouble for it.For example, one night, an angry father stabbed Ginger Ted in the back with a knife, and Mr. Groot had to judge the father; another time, a Chinese woman committed suicide by swallowing opium. It was Ginger who had deserted her; Reverend Jones had once come to Mr. Groot in a fit of rage to bring justice to that brazen beach scavenger who had attempted to seduce one of his followers.Our superior also thought that such behavior was reprehensible, but only advised Mr. Jones to keep an eye on his young women.To our Chief's displeasure, he finds out that a girl he likes is also having an affair with Ginger Ted.When he recalled this incident, and thought of Ginger Ted's six months of hard labor, he couldn't help but smile again.In fact, there are very few moments in a person's life when he vents his personal grievances while performing his duties. A few days later, Mr. Groot went for a walk, both to exercise and to check that some work was being done on time.He passed a gang of convicts laboring under the watchful eye.Among these people, he saw Ginger Ted at a glance.He was wearing a prisoner's sarong, a tunic, and his own battered sun hat.They were building a road and Ginger Ted was brandishing a heavy hoe.The road was so narrow that our officer saw that he had to pass within a foot of himself.He suddenly remembered Jin Ji's threat.He knew that Ginger Ted was a violent man, and he also knew that what he said in court that day was not a joke, he really thought that Groot's punishment for his six months of hard labor was too much. It's heavy.If Ginger Ted suddenly hit him with that pickaxe, not even God could save him.Yes, the Warden would have shot him instantly, but Groot's own head would have been cut off as well.He passed the group of prisoners with an inexplicable mood.They were working in groups with inches between each other.Ultimately, Groot decided, neither to speed up nor to slow down.As he passed Ginger Ted the man threw the hoe on the ground and stared straight at our officer and blinked.Our officer looked at the smile on the corner of his mouth, and then walked by quite authoritatively.But that blink of an eye was full of sarcasm and humor, which made him very satisfied.If he had been the ruler of Baghdad, and not just a junior official in the Dutch administration, he might have released Ginger Ted immediately, sent slaves to bathe and perfume him, clothed him in gold, and Prepare him a sumptuous feast. Ginger Ted was a model prisoner, and so, about a month after this, when an opportunity to work on a remote island appeared, our officer took him in.There is no need to be imprisoned after going there. The ten people sent will still have guards, but they will be arranged to stay in the homes of local people. After a day's work, they can live like free people.The job would take longer than the rest of Ginger Ted's prison term, so he could spend the rest of his life on the island.Before he departed, our officer met with him. "Listen, Ginger," Groot told him, "here's ten guilders so you can buy yourself some cigarettes when you're gone." "Can you give me a little more? I usually have eight pounds a month." "I think that's enough for you. I'll take care of everything that's sent to you, so that when you get back you'll have a nice fortune. It's even enough for you to go anywhere." "I'm very comfortable here," Ginger Ted said. "Okay, when you come back, put on clean clothes and come to my house, we can have a drink together." "That's nice. I guess I'll probably drink a lot of alcohol then." Now, the opportunity has come.Ginger Ted was sent to Maputiti, which, like the other nearby islands, is rocky, tree-lined, and surrounded by reefs.There is a village among the coconut trees by the sea, and there is another village by the lagoon in the center of the island.Some villagers here believe in Christianity, and people on the island also have regular exchanges with Baru Island.Boats carry passengers and agricultural products between the two islands.However, most of the villagers here are seafarers. If they need to contact Baloo in an urgent matter, they will drive a fast sailing boat and travel fifty miles to Baloo.Coincidentally, with only two weeks left in Ginger Ted's service, the headman of the village by the lake suddenly fell seriously ill.The local doctors couldn't do anything for him, so he had to lie on the bed and roll in pain.于是便有信使赶到巴鲁岛，以寻求牧师的帮助；然而他们的运气却很糟，那时，琼斯先生刚好染上了疟疾，并且也是躺在床上，无法动弹。他叫来自己的妹妹，并跟她做了一些交涉。 “这病听起来像是急性阑尾炎。”他对她说。 “欧文，你不能去。”她说。 “我不能就这么让那人死去。” 琼斯先生当时正发着高烧，头也疼得很厉害，一整个晚上都处于精神错乱的状态。他的眼里发出些异样的光彩，他的妹妹觉得，他现在只是靠意志力在支撑着。 “你现在这种状态，是不能给别人做手术的。” “如果我不能去了，那么汉森就必须过去一趟。” 汉森是他们那间小医院里的药剂师。 “你不能相信汉森。他绝对不敢承担做手术这一责任。并且，他们从来就不喜欢他。还是我去吧。汉森可以留下来照顾你。” “你能切割阑尾吗？” “为什么不能？我看过你做这类手术的啊！并且，我自己也曾独立做过许多小手术。” 琼斯先生觉得自己并不是很明白妹妹究竟在说些什么。 “有汽艇吗？” “没有，汽艇现在在另一个岛上。不过我可以乘坐通信人的马来帆船过去。” “你？我不希望你去。你不能去。” “欧文，我已经决定亲自过去了。” “去哪里？”他问道。 她遂明白，哥哥已经开始在胡言乱语了。她将手放于他干干的前额上，试图抚慰他。随后，她喂他吃了一些药。他喃喃地说了几句话，妹妹这时发现，他已经不知道自己身处何方了。当然，她很担心他，然而她也明白，哥哥的病并不致命，她可以将他暂时托付给教堂的其他传教士以及他们的药剂师。她于是悄悄溜出了房间。她将自己的梳洗用品、一套睡衣以及一套换洗衣服装进袋子。检查胸腔的外科器具，绷带及抗菌装备也早已备好。她将这些东西交给了马普提提来的两名当地人，并向药剂师做好了交代，让他在琼斯先生醒来后向他通告这一切。她戴上自己的遮阳帽，也准备好了出发事宜。这里距离村上有半英里地的样子，琼斯小姐很快地往村里走去。那马来帆船正在码头边上等着，船上已有六个人。琼斯小姐跨上船尾，那六人于是便很快地划起船来。近海处，海面是一片风平浪静，及至远处，海上突然开始波涛汹涌。但琼斯小姐已不是第一次经历这类场面，因此对自己所乘的船只颇有信心。时至下午，天气炎热，太阳也是直直地晒着。唯一让琼斯小姐感到不快的是，他们的船无法在入夜前到达马普提提岛了，如果她认为病人有即刻进行手术的必要，便只能指望飓风灯了。 琼斯小姐是个坚强的女人，年龄约莫有四十岁的样子。若是只看外表，你也许根本无法看出她有多么坚定。她有一种很奇特的优雅态势，并且看起来似乎只要一阵风就能将她吹倒一般；这多少给人一些矫揉造作之感，很快，你还会发现她的性格里有些令人感到震惊的东西。琼斯小姐是个很高很瘦的平胸女人。她长着蜡黄色的长脸，她颇受痱子的折磨。她那棕黄色的头发很是稀疏，并被她从前额直接梳理至脑后。她那灰灰的眼睛生得极小，并且由于两眼的距离太近，竟让她看起来有点儿像骂街泼妇的感觉。她的鼻子又尖又长，还略带点儿红。她常常承受着消化不良之苦。然而她身体的虚弱却并未影响到她对于生活的乐观态度。她行事很快，足智多谋并且很有能力。她到达马普提提岛后，发现若是想救这村长的命，她一刻也不能耽误。于是，她顶着巨大的苦难即刻开始了手术，并在接下来的三天里一直勤勉地照顾着病人。一切进行得很是顺利，她意识到，若是他哥哥在此，可能也不及她照顾得周全。为让病人的伤口能更好地愈合，她停留了较长的时间才为他拆线，之后，她开始准备回家。这次出行收到了很好的效果，她也因此感到很高兴，觉得不虚此行。她给了病人他需要的药物，她让这里小小的基督教社区坚定了自身的信念，也告诫了那些懒散之人，她在这个地方埋下了善的种子，让上帝在这里生根成为可能。 下午晚些时候，另一个岛上过来的汽艇出现在马普提提岛码头上，时日是满月之日，于是，人们打算连夜赶路，在午夜前到达巴鲁岛。人们帮忙将琼斯小姐的东西拿到了码头上，送别的人一直来码头边站立着，重复地表达着对琼斯小姐的感激。不久，码头上便聚集起一堆人。那汽艇上堆着许多干椰子仁，但琼斯小姐早已习惯了那浓郁的味道，因此，这并未给她带来任何不便。她尽量让自己舒舒服服地坐好，然后便一边等待着开船时刻的到来，一边与那些仍在感谢她的人们聊天。她是这船上唯一的乘客。然而突然间，树丛中出现了一群当地人，那是来自湖边那村庄的人。琼斯小姐还看到，他们中间有一个白人。他穿着囚犯穿的那类纱笼以及一身传统的马来服装。他留着长长的红头发。琼斯小姐立刻认出此人便是金吉·特德，他身旁还跟着一名警察。金吉·特德同那警察握了手，然后又同随行的村民握了手。村民们带着很多水果，还有一些罐子，琼斯小姐猜测里面可能装着当地所酿之酒，随后，村民们将这些东西放到了船上。她突然意识到金吉·特德将成为自己的同船旅伴。他的刑期已满，依照上面的指示，他可以乘这汽艇回到巴鲁岛。他看了琼斯小姐一眼，但没有同她打招呼——事实上，琼斯小姐果断地扭转了头，之后，他便登上船来。船工开始启动发动机，不过一会儿，他们便通过了好几个海峡。金吉·特德爬到那些装满干椰子仁的麻袋上，给自己点了根烟。 琼斯小姐则一直当他不存在那样。她当然知道他是谁，并且对他也不乏了解。一想到这人又要回巴鲁了，琼斯小姐便觉心都沉了下来，这人只会制造丑闻，只会喝酒，对女人而言是致命的危险之物，也是刺痛所有正派之人血肉的荆棘。她知道哥哥曾努力想将此人驱逐出境，而她对那无视自己的职责的长官则是一点儿耐性也没有。当他们出离海岸，来到海中央后，金吉·特德打开了一个酒瓶的瓶塞，开始大口大口地喝着亚力酒。随后，他更是将酒递给了船上的两个船工。话说那两个船工，一个是个中年人，一个则仍旧很年轻的样子。 “在我们平安到达目的地以前，我真不希望你喝酒。”琼斯小姐严厉地对年长的船工说道。 他冲她笑笑，然后，咕咕几口酒下入肚里。 “一点儿亚力酒不会对谁造成妨害的。”他回答说。说完将酒瓶递给了自己的同伴，那年轻人也毫不客气地咕咕喝了几口。 “如果你们还要继续喝酒，我会去长官那里报告此事的。”琼斯小姐威胁说。 年长的船工遂说了一些琼斯小姐并不明白的话，但她能猜到那是些非常粗鲁的言语，然后，那人将酒瓶递还给了金吉·特德。他们又往前行了一个多小时的样子。海面透明得好似玻璃一般，太阳也在释放着耀眼的光彩。它似乎隐藏在其中一个小岛后面，几分钟后，更是将那小岛变幻成了天空中的一座迷幻的城市。琼斯小姐转身注视着眼前这番景象，心中充满了对这瑰美的大自然的感激。 “大自然真美，然而男人却总是很可憎。”她自言自语道。 他们按照预定航线，一路往东方驶去。远处有一个小岛，琼斯小姐知道，他们将会近距离地经过这岛。这是个荒岛，岛上岩石林立，还有原始森林。船员点燃了船上的灯笼。暮色降临，天空很快便布满了星辰。这时，月亮还未升起。突然，船体发出了一阵刺耳声，这电汽船也开始奇怪地振动，还伴随着发动机的嘎嘎作响。船上的总机械师让同事帮忙掌舵，自己则下到船内检查起来。他们似乎前进得越来越慢了。最后，发动机干脆停止了工作。她问年轻的船员发生了什么事，然而他也同样一无所知。这时，金吉·特德从麻布堆上下来，也溜进船舱内。当他走出船舱时，琼斯小姐本想问他情况怎样，然而为了自己的尊严，她却并未开口。她默默地坐着，任由漫天的思绪将自己填满。海浪开始汹涌起来，而那艘汽艇却只能在海面上随波逐流。机械师又一次出现在琼斯小姐的视野当中，并开始重启发动机。尽管此时发动机发出的声响很是奇怪，然而他们却实实在在地在往前行进了。汽艇在海面上晃晃荡荡地前进着。他们这时的前进速度非常之慢，因此，很容易看出这其中必有什么差错，然而这时的琼斯小姐却并不感到害怕，相反，她倒是一副很生气的样子。这汽艇的速度原本可达每小时六海里，然而此刻却只是在海面上缓慢地行进，按照这样的速度，他们根本不可能在午夜前达到巴鲁。这时，船舱里的机械师推着掌舵的同事大叫了一声。他们以布吉语相互交谈着，因此琼斯小姐并不是很清楚究竟发生了什么事情。然而不久，她发现他们忽然改变了航向，开始往本来躲避的那荒岛的下风岸驶去。 “我们这是要去哪里？”她突然很是担心地问掌舵手。 舵手则将手指向那小岛。琼斯小姐于是站起身来，叫出了里面那个总机械师。 “你们不会是要到那岛上去吧？为什么？这究竟是怎么回事？” “我不能去巴鲁岛了。”他说。 “但是你必须去那里，我坚持认为我们必须去巴鲁岛。我命令你们带我去巴鲁。” 那人于是耸了耸肩。他转身背对着琼斯小姐，然后又进了船舱。随即，金吉·特德开口同她说话了。 “推进器的一个刀刃坏了。他认为他最终只能让我们的船平安到达那小岛了。我们需要去那岛上过夜，明早潮退之后，他会换上一个新的推进器。” “我可不能同三个男人一起待在一个了无人迹的荒岛上。”她叫道。 “很多女人都会欣然地接受这点。” “我坚持认为我们应该直接回巴鲁。不管怎样，我们必须要在今晚赶回巴鲁。” “老姑娘，别激动。我们只是去那小岛上换一个推进器，大家都会很安全的。” “你怎么可以这样对我说话。我认为你真是太无礼了。” “你肯定会没事的。我们有很多食物，上岸后，我们可以吃些点心。喝点儿亚力酒，你会觉得那就是在自己的火炉旁的。” “你真是个粗鲁的男人。如果你们不直接回巴鲁，我会让你们统统进监狱的。” “我不能回去巴鲁。我们也不能去那里。我们就要去那小岛。如果你不高兴，你可以下船，然后自己游回巴鲁。” “好吧，你们一定会为此付出代价的。” “你给我住嘴，老母牛。”金吉·特德叫道。 琼斯小姐突然怒上心头，但她很好地控制住了自己的情绪。即使在这海洋深处，她也觉得必须要维护自己的尊严，不值得和那卑鄙的可怜虫对骂。汽艇的发动机继续发出恐怖的声响，然而却也依旧在前进。现在，四周一片漆黑，她甚至已看不见他们将要暂时停留的那小岛了。此时，琼斯小姐非常生气，然而她只是默默地坐着，咬紧双唇，眉头紧锁，她其实并不是常常生气的那种人。慢慢地，月亮出来了，她也渐渐看清了坐在干椰子仁麻袋堆上的金吉·特德。他那香烟的星火流露出丝丝凶兆。此时，在月光的映照下，那小岛又隐约地出现在大家的视线里。他们很快到了岸，然后，船员们将汽艇停到了海滩上。琼斯小姐突然喘了一口粗气。事已至此，她的愤怒突然转化为恐惧。她的心猛烈地跳动着，四肢都在颤抖。她感到极度地软弱无力。她仿佛看到了一切。推进器一事究竟是个圈套，还是确实是个意外？她无法肯定这点，不管怎样，她感觉金吉·特德一定会抓住这机会。金吉·特德一定会强奸她。她清楚他的为人。他向来是见到女人就要发狂。事实上，那正是他过去所做的事情，他对修道院那女孩所做的事，而那女孩是个多么可爱又多么优秀的裁缝啊！单凭这点，他们就能把他送进监狱，非常不幸的是，这无辜的孩子曾多次回到他身边，并且只是在他抛弃她又另找别人之后才发出了一些抱怨。他们为此去找过长官，然而他却拒绝为此采取任何行动，只是用他那惯有的粗俗方式说，即使那女孩讲的东西都是真的，这看起来似乎也并不是什么糟糕透顶的经历。金吉·特德完全就是个无赖。而我们的琼斯小姐是个白人妇女，他怎么可能会放过她？impossible.她知道男人们都在想些什么。然而她必须让自己振作起来，她必须保持理智，她必须鼓足勇气。她已下定决心要坚守自己的贞洁，哪怕他杀死她——她宁愿死，也不愿屈服。如果她因此而死，她便可以安详地躺在耶稣的怀抱里了。有那么一瞬间，一阵强光掠过，她似乎看见了自己的天父在空中的宅邸，随即又是电影院与火车站混在一起的豪华盛景。机械师和金吉·特德首先跳下那电汽船，涉入水中，围在那已经坏掉的推进器旁。琼斯小姐则从箱子里拿出了一些手术用的器具。她从盒子里拿出四把外科手术刀，并将其偷偷地藏在自己的衣服里。如果金吉·特德胆敢冒犯她，她一定会毫无犹豫地将那手术刀朝他心脏刺去。 “小姐，现在你最好是下船来。”金吉·特德说，“你去海滩上待着，或许也比待船上好。” 琼斯小姐觉得这确实是个好主意。下到海滩上的话，她至少还可以自由活动。于是，她默默地从那些干椰子仁麻袋上爬了下来。金吉·特德伸手想要帮她。 “我不需要你的帮助。”她冷冷地说。 “那你去死吧。”他回答说。 要想不露出腿而又安全地下得船来，并不是件容易的事情，然后琼斯小姐却小心翼翼地做到了这点。 “我们可真他妈走运，还好还有东西可吃。我们将会生一堆火，你也可以吃点儿东西，还可以喝点儿亚力酒。” “我什么也不想要。我只想自己待着。” “好吧，就算你饿了，难受的也不是我。” She didn't answer.她开始高昂着头在海滩上走动。在她那紧握的拳头里，藏着最大的一把手术刀。在月光的映射下，她得以看清了前方的路。她想要找一个可供隐藏之处。海滩的那头有一片茂密的树林，然而她却惧怕那里的黑暗（不管怎么说，她也只是个女人而已），她不敢朝那丛林深处走去。她不知道里面会潜伏着什么动物或者什么危险的蛇类。此外，直觉也告诉她，还是待在能看到这三个男人的地方会比较好。这样，如果他们冲她而来的话，她至少可以提前做些准备。不久，她发现地面上有一处凹陷的地方。她四下里张望了一番。那三个男人似乎只是忙于他们自己的事，并没有注意到她。于是，她便溜进了这坑里。这坑的两边都有岩石，这样，她便能清楚地看到他们，而他们却无法看到她。她看到他们在电汽船那附近来回地走着，搬运着一些东西。她看到他们生起了一堆火。火光照亮了三个人周身，然后，他们开始坐下来吃东西，她看到他们在互相传递着那亚力酒。这样下去，他们都会喝醉的。那么，她又将会遭遇到何种不幸？尽管金吉·特德强壮有力，然后琼斯小姐觉得自己还可以勉强应付得下来，然而如果面对的是三个男人，她恐怕就无能为力了。突然，一个疯狂的念头袭上了她的脑海：她想要先发制人，想要跪倒在金吉·特德膝下，求他放过她。他恐怕还是会有恻隐之心的，琼斯小姐一直坚信，即使是在最恶的人身上，也一定会有某些优点。金吉·特德一定也有母亲。或许他还有姐姐妹妹之类。但是，你又该如何去求一个原本就充满了肉欲，又被亚力酒迷惑了双眼的男人？她开始感到非常无助。她很怕自己会哭出来，这是绝对不可以的。她很需要进行自我克制。于是，她咬紧了嘴唇。她目不转睛地盯着他们，就像是老虎在盯着自己的猎物；不，不是那样的，应该说就像是一只羊羔在偷偷观察着三头饿狼。她看到他们往那火堆里添入了更多的柴火，并且，在那火光的照映下，穿着纱笼的金吉·特德的轮廓也显现了出来。或许，当他在她身上发泄完以后，便会把她扔给其他人。如果发生了这样的事情，她怎么还有脸面回到哥哥身边？她当然很值得同情，但哥哥还会像从前那样看待她吗？这一定会伤透哥哥的心。或许，他还会认为自己妹妹的反抗还不够。为了哥哥，她最好还是什么都不泄露为好。而那些男人自然也不会讲出去。如果他们胆敢说出去，那将意味着二十年的牢狱之灾。接下来，如果她怀孕了呢？出于本能，琼斯小姐不禁害怕得握紧了拳头，藏在手心的手术刀差点儿割破了她的手。很显然，假若她胆敢反抗的话，只会更加激怒他们。 “我该怎么办？”她叫道，“我究竟做了什么坏事，竟要得此报应？” 她突然双膝跪地，祈求上帝保佑她。她的祈祷很长，也很虔诚。她提醒上帝，自己还是个处女，一旦有什么闪失，那将会有辱圣名。祈祷完毕后，她又躲到岩石背后偷看那三个男人。他们开始在抽烟了，身前那堆火已在慢慢熄灭。这个时刻，那好色的金吉·特德一定开始在想此刻可以到手的女人了。她突然捂住自己的嘴大叫了一声，因为她看到金吉·特德正起身往自己的方向走来。她感觉到自己全身的肌肉都开始僵硬起来，尽管心脏正狂跳不已，她仍是死死地握着那的手术刀。但金吉·特德起身却是另有缘故。琼斯小姐突然羞红了脸，将目光转向别处。之后，他慢慢地走回同伴们中间，又喝起亚力酒来。琼斯小姐在岩石后缩作一团，睁大眼睛注视着他们。他们的谈话渐渐变少了，不久，她看到那两个本地人钻入各自的毛毯里，开始自顾自地睡去。她又明白了：这正是金吉·特德千等万等的时刻。当他们睡熟以后，金吉·特德一定会默默地起身（以免吵醒他们），然后再悄悄地向她走来。是他不愿与那两名船员分享琼斯小姐，还是他也有些许软弱，不愿他们知晓此事？不管怎样，他是个白种人，而琼斯小姐也是个白种人。他可能不愿看她受到当地人的侮辱。但琼斯小姐对他的计划几乎是了如指掌，因此，她倒是产生了一个想法。当他靠近时，她一定会大声尖叫起来，这样便能吵醒那两名机械师。她现在回想起来，虽然年龄稍大的那名船员只有一只眼睛，然而却长着一张和善的脸。然而金吉·特德却没有任何举动。她开始觉得很累，于是又害怕自己没有力气进行抵抗了。她已经空耗掉太多体力了。于是，她忍不住闭了一会儿眼睛。 当她再一次睁开眼时，已是晴天大白天了。她一定是不小心睡着了，并且居然还一觉睡到破晓之后。她自己都感到很是吃惊。她想要站起来，然而却发现腿上有些东西。她往前看了一眼，发现是两个空空的干椰子仁麻袋。一定是夜里有人过来帮她盖上的。金吉·特德！她突然尖声叫了出来。一种可怕的想法突然涌上心头，她觉得金吉·特德乘她熟睡时侮辱了她。No!This is impossible.但他完全是有机会占她便宜的，熟睡中的她根本就毫无自卫能力。然而他却放过了她。她突然感到一阵脸红。她努力站起身来，虽然感到浑身僵硬，还是尽量地整了整凌乱的衣服。手术刀已从她的手中掉落地上，她这时又将其拾起。她也捡起了那两个麻布袋子，从她的躲避之地往外走。她开始朝那汽艇走去，那船现在正漂浮在浅浅的水中。 “琼斯小姐，赶紧过来吧，”金吉·特德说，“我们已经将船修理好了。我正准备去叫醒你呢。” 她不敢抬头看他，但完全能感觉到自己的脸此刻一定是像火鸡那么红。 “来根香蕉吗？”他问。 她默默地接过来他手里的香蕉。她现在真的很饿，于是很是享受地吃完了这香蕉。 “从这块岩石上上来吧，这样可避免弄湿你的脚。” 琼斯小姐觉得她应该羞愧地潜入地面以下，然而她仍是按照他的建议做了。他牵过了她的手臂——天哪！他的手就像是钢制的老虎钳，她绝不可能，绝不可能逃出他的掌控。他帮助她上得船来。机械师启动了引擎，他们开始驶离这小岛。三小时后，他们到达了巴鲁。 那一晚，在被正式释放之后，金吉·特德去了我们的长官家里。他穿的不再是囚犯的衣服，而是他在被逮捕时所穿的那褴褛的无袖汗衫及卡其布短裤。他的头发有被剪过，和他的脑袋很配，现在看起来就像是个小小的卷曲的红帽子。他比从前更瘦了。他看起来不再是浮肿而又软弱无力的了，现在，他似乎比过去年轻了许多，也清秀了许多。格鲁特先生那圆圆的脸上露出了一丝友善的微笑，他同金吉握了手，并请他坐下。男仆捎来了两瓶酒。 “金吉，你没有忘记我的邀请，我感到很高兴。”我们的长官说。 “当然不会忘记。我等这一天已经等了六个月了。” “金吉，祝你健康幸运！” “我也祝你健康幸运，长官。” 他们饮尽了杯中之酒，我们的长官于是又拍起手来。于是，男仆又拿来了两瓶酒。 “金吉，我希望你不会因为我判处你六个月监禁而怨恨我。” “不必担心。我确实曾为此疯狂过一会儿，但后来总算克服了它。你知道，我过得也并不是特别糟糕。长官，那个岛上有很多漂亮女孩。我猜这几年里你可能也有去看过。” “金吉，你真是个坏家伙。” “而且还是个非常坏的家伙。” “我这啤酒还好吧？” "not bad." “那我们再多喝一点儿吧。” 金吉·特德每个月仍有汇款按时寄来，现在，我们的长官已帮他集到五十英镑了。在对他破坏的中国商店进行补偿之后，也还剩下三十多英镑。 “金吉，那可是很大一笔钱。你最好将它用到什么有意义的地方。” “我打算，”金吉回答说，“花掉它。” 我们的长官叹了口气。 “好吧，我想，那也确实是钱的意义之所在。” 我们的长官告诉了来客最近的一些新闻。过去六个月来并没有发生什么大事件。阿拉斯岛上与往日并无不同，这世界与往日也并无不同。 “有什么战事发生吗？”金吉·特德问道。 “没有，至少我是没有注意到。哈里·杰维斯发现了一颗很大的珍珠，他说这珍珠能够卖一千英镑。” “我希望他能卖到那么多钱。” “还有就是，查理·麦考马克结婚了。” “他向来就是个很柔软的人。” 突然，男仆来报，说琼斯先生现在在外面，问方不方便进来拜访。我们的长官还没来得及开口说话，琼斯先生便走了进来。 “我不会耽误你很久的。”他说，“我一整天都在试着找金吉·特德，而当我听说他在你家时，我想你应该不介意我过来。” “琼斯小姐还好吧？”我们的长官客气地问道，“我相信没有什么比在露天过夜更糟的了。” “她显然是受到了惊吓。她发烧了，我坚持让她上床休息，但我认为那并不是很严重。” 两个正喝着酒的人站起身来，然而牧师则径直朝金吉·特德走来，并向他伸出了自己的双手。 “我想要感谢你。你做了一件伟大而又崇高的事情。我妹妹是对的，一个人应该多看看同胞们的优点才是；过去我恐怕错误地判断了你的为人，我恳请你原谅我。” 他在说这些话时，显得非常严肃。金吉·特德只是惊异地看着他。他没能阻止牧师握住他的手。牧师现在仍紧握着金吉的手。 “你他妈的在说些什么？” “你原来可以随意处置我妹妹，然而你却放过了她。我从前以为你完全是个恶魔，现在，我为自己过去的看法感到惭愧。她当时完全是毫无防御。她完全就在你的掌控之中。然而你选择了怜悯她。我打从心底里对你表示感激。我和我妹妹都不会忘记你的这次手下留情的。愿上帝永远保佑你。” 琼斯先生的声音开始有些颤抖，他忍不住转过头去。然后，他松开了金吉·特德的手，并大步向门口走去。金吉·特德则是一脸茫然地望着他。 “他这到底是什么意思？”他问道。 我们的长官笑了。他试图克制自己，但越是想要克制，他反倒是更加忍不住了。他笑得颤抖起来，你甚至都可以看到纱笼下面他那胖胖的肚子上的皱纹在起伏了。他靠到他的长凳子上，来回地晃动着。他不仅是脸在笑，并且是整个身体都在笑，甚至他那短粗的腿上的肌肉还在高兴地笑着。他伸手捂住自己已笑得酸疼的肋骨。金吉·特德不悦地看着他，因为没有明白这“笑话”的含义，他感到非常生气。于是，他握住了一个空啤酒瓶的瓶颈。 “如果你再不停下来，我就打爆你的头。”他说。 我们的长官抹了抹脸。他又喝了一口酒。他叹了口气，并呻吟了一声，因为他的两腮现在还很疼。 “他感谢你，是因为你尊重了琼斯小姐的童贞。”我们的长官终于含混不清地说出了这么一句话。 “我？”金吉·特德叫道。 他开始仔细地回忆关于琼斯小姐的事，然而最终，他却突然生起气来。他的口中开始冒出一连串亵渎神明的猥亵言语，这些话恐怕连水手们听了都会感到吃惊。 “那个老家伙，”他终于骂完了，“他究竟把我当什么了？” “金吉，你的名声就在那里，大家都认为你对女孩们有过于浓烈的兴趣。”我们那并不高大的长官咯咯地笑着。 “我怎么可能碰那个女人？我从来就没有那样想过。这个该死的神经病，我真想拧断他的脖子。听着，把我的钱给我，我要去喝个烂醉。” “我也不想责怪你。”我们的长官说道。 “那个老母牛，”金吉·特德重复地说着，“那个老母牛。” 他很震惊，也很气愤。这暗示完全粉碎了他的体面。 我们的长官手里拿着钱，并让金吉·特德签下了一些必要的文件。 “去喝个烂醉吧，金吉·特德，”他说，“但我警告你，如果你又在酒后乱来，下次可就是十二个月的监禁了。” “我不会再乱来了。”金吉·特德冷静地说。他正觉得很是受挫。“这简直就是种侮辱，”他冲我们的长官叫道，“就是这样的，这简直就是个该死的侮辱。” 他摇晃着离开了长官的家，一边走，一边低声嘀咕着：“恶心的猪，恶心的猪。”之后，金吉·特德长醉了一个星期。而琼斯先生则又去见了我们的长官。 “听说那个可怜的人又开始重操旧业了，”他说，“我和我的妹妹对此都深感失望。依我看，一下子给他这么多钱，多少有些不合适。” “那都是他自己的钱，我没有权利扣着不给他。” “从法律上讲是没有权利，但从道德上讲肯定是有这权利的。” 他告诉了长官在那个荒岛上所发生的可怕的故事。根据她的女性直觉，琼斯小姐本能地意识到金吉·特德对她的欲望，意识到他想要占她便宜，于是，她用手术刀将自己武装起来。琼斯先生向我们的长官讲述了自己的妹妹当时是如何哭着向上帝祈祷，又是如何设法隐藏起来的。她当时是极度痛苦，并且，她知道自己日后一定无法容忍这耻辱。她躲在岩石背后，一直是忐忑不安，时时刻刻都觉得他就要过来了。那时，她一点儿额外的援助也没有，最终，她没再能挺住，便睡着了。我那可怜的妹妹，她当时可是累极了，她经历了很多人根本无法忍受的痛苦，然而当她醒来时，却发现金吉·特德为自己盖上了装干椰子仁的麻布袋子。他发现了熟睡中的她，但很显然的是，我妹妹的天真与无助真的打动了他，于是他也没能忍心伤害她。他轻轻地帮她盖上两个麻布袋子，然后便悄悄地溜走了。 “这说明，在他的内心深处，还是有一些优良品质的。我妹妹现在觉得我们有责任去拯救他。我们必须为他做点儿事情。” “那个，如果我是你，我是不会在他花光所有钱财以前采取任何行动的，”我们的长官说道，“如果到那时他还没被送进监狱，那么你就可以放手行事了。”