Chapter 95 Chapter 5 Dawn is far away on the other side (2)

After she was full, Marty picked up the ripe baobab fruit and put it in her backpack. She was about to catch fish again, and she skewered it behind her back to dry for eating, but Jesus stopped her with his hand.Following Jesus' gestures, Marty looked into the distance, only to see lights on the horizon, which were fishing lights on the sea.The desert had come to an end, and they were back on the western coast of the Sisar plain. When they came to this small fishing port, the crowd in the morning market gathered around and looked at them strangely.Marty couldn't help running his fingers through his hair.By the standards of the city, she is really dirty and desolate, but in a small fishing port on the edge of the desert, this appearance is not eye-catching. The reason why people gather around is Jesus, and they recognize him.I don't know why, but seeing Jesus' visit, they were all happy, laughing, and calling him Jesus in strange French. Some children even reached out and scratched his long hair, laughing shrilly.They all like him.

In a pavilion made of palm leaves, the villagers gathered around Jesus, scrambling to touch the hem of Jesus' clothes.From nowhere, they believe that touching Jesus can bring health.Sitting quietly among the noisy villagers, Jesus was very peaceful, and the pushing of the villagers was like a gust of wind to him. Marty sat on the rocky embankment with the dog lying at her feet.The sea breeze was very strong. She took out a blanket from her light luggage and wrapped her body, while stretching out her toes to touch the sea water gently.Very leisurely, there is nothing like the leisurely time after life and death.

Usually when coming to a new village, Marty always goes to the street market first, buys some commemorative special commodities, and replenishes water and food by the way.Now she would rather sit by the sea and watch the crowds gather around Jesus in the morning light.Her knapsack was too small to hold anything, and her heart was wider to throw away all her belongings.What bag can hold the bright morning light on the edge of the desert? When I left Taipei, I didn't expect the journey to become like this.Sitting between the sea and the desert, on the edge of the world, covered in dust and having nothing, like a beggar.Comb your hair with your fingers, and eat a picked baobab fruit for breakfast.When he was full, he wiped his mouth with the cloth robe, and Marty closed the cloth robe warmed by the sun again.Life can be so boring and so simple at the same time.

At noon, the crowd gradually dispersed, some fishing boats returned to the port, and some fishing boats were about to set sail.Jesus also stepped onto the embankment, and Marty picked up his backpack and followed.At the end of the embankment was an ordinary fishing boat, about fifteen meters long, powered by a motor, and two sailors in rags were busy reeling in the cables.The captain in the hat stretches his arms wide and welcomes Jesus into the boat with a loud smile.He welcomed Marty, too, but the dog was held overboard. The wandering dog, circling back and forth on the bank, considered swimming into the boat, but dared not.Marty cried, she felt a heartless deserter, and shouted to the dog on the shore: "Go, dog, find your new master." After a while, she said again: "There is a master to be free." the dog..."

The dog finally lay down on the embankment, its nose pointing towards the departing ship, and its whimpering sound carried the wind to Marty. You will find a new owner.Dog, in fact, you don't have to depend on people.Marty watched the dog disappear into the shadows of the port, she knew the dog would survive, but this did not comfort Marty's distress.The boat was far away from the shore, and she was still frowning by leaning on the side of the boat. A dog with strong limbs that can hunt for a living by itself is blinded by its own survival experience, thinking that without its owner, it will lose the whole world.There seemed to be another dog crying in the wind.A dog burdened with the habits of a domestic dog cannot imagine its instinct to survive independently.It howled for being free.

The sea breeze blew Marty violently.She thought, aren't people like this dog on the coast?Clinging tightly to one's own shackles with one's life means not being free, but daring and being unable to think about freedom, a comprehension as cold as ice.Marty reflects on his own life.Trapped by the chains in the process of survival, tamed and surrendered, she no longer has the courage and imagination to bite off the chains, and she herself is resisting freedom. The sea breeze stopped, and it turned out that Jesus came to her.In the bright sunlight, Jesus gazes into Marty's face.

For the first time, Marty looked into Jesus' eyes. The boat kept going westward, and after the first night they were in the middle of the vast sea.Marty discovered that the captain could speak a few words of English. In a simple and intermittent conversation, Marty knew that the ship was sailing to the coast of Mozambique, Africa.The captain was a dark-skinned Mélière who had learned to speak English with a strange accent because he used to smuggle—he said it was trade—the exotic animals of Madagascar to South Africa.His English has only single-word combinations and no grammatical concept, but it is more than enough in communication.

"Noon, wind, fast, very fast, east, evening, land." He gestured to Marty and said, meaning that the east wind will start to blow at noon, then the boat will move forward quickly, and at night it will be Will see land. The captain respected Jesus very much. He grinned and told Marty that Jesus was on his boat for the second time, and Jesus could make his boat safe, and Jesus also made the people in the harbor safe. Everyone likes Jesus. "My friend, Jesus, is amazing," he said. Sure enough, before night fell, they saw the African continent.Marty followed the sailors to climb to the top of the cabin, looking at the stretch of land in the distance, like a black tsunami in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Off the coast of the African continent, they stopped their ship.Marty originally thought that this trip was going ashore for a deal, but she didn't know until night that the deal was at sea.In the dark night, the incoming ship with its lights out approached quietly. After joining them, both ships turned off their engines, and the two sides exchanged smuggled goods wrapped in boxes.They didn't shy away from Marty at all, so she looked through the boxes and baskets curiously, and found that they were all unique agricultural products. They weighed anchor in the middle of the night and headed back, and on the way back they started fishing with drift nets.

The hooked catch is dumped into the bilge covered with crushed ice.Marty sometimes squatted by the cabin hole, watching the freshly jumping fish and shrimp slide into the dark ice cave in batches under the scorching sun.Sometimes one or two small fish twisted and jumped onto the deck, and Marty would pick them up secretly and throw them back into the sea when the sailors were not looking. Jesus likes to sit on the top of the cabin, sometimes gazing at the sea, sometimes closing his eyes and meditating. Marty dined with the captain.They ate freshly caught sashimi and a kind of rough brown cold bread.The people on board obviously didn't like to touch the stove, and the only hot food was strong coffee brewed in a small gas stove. They found that Marty knew how to make coffee, so from the second day of the voyage, Marty took over In charge of making coffee.

Jesus did not eat with them.It occurred to Marty that he hadn't seen Jesus eat or go to bed at night since he set sail.The captain gave up his berth to Marty.Where Jesus slept, she did not know. It was another cold and sunny afternoon, and Marty was sitting in front of the wooden rail of the bow, drawing with a pencil in her diary. She drew a few uninhabited islands not far ahead.Hearing the cheers from the sailors from the stern, mixed with the excited Melier dialect, Marty put away the pen and paper and ran to the stern.There, she saw that the sailors and the captain were very busy around the deck. On the deck lay a giant fish over two meters long, writhing and struggling violently. A fish species that has never been seen before. It is not streamlined like a shark. Its head is disproportionately wide. There are two long tendrils around the mouth. The spiny fins on the back are thin and short, but the abdomen is long. Two pairs of smooth fleshy giant fins.Its purple-spotted tail swept powerfully across the deck and hit the railing, shaking the ship.Marty saw that it had a pair of unusually large eyes, dark and bright eyes, almost like a person full of expression.It looked at everyone with panic and puzzlement in its eyes. The fish was so strong that it knocked the captain down on the deck.It saw the sea beyond the guardrail, so it propped up its upper body with its pelvic fins, flapped its giant gills, and wanted to climb out of the boat.The sailors started beating it on the head with a wooden club. The fish's eyes were full of desire to survive, and Marty saw tears roll out of their eyes. "Let it go!" Marty grabbed the captain's hands and begged him. "No fish, a lot of money, sell it." The captain answered her, and he was busy using a wrench to pry open the outer door of the cabin, so that the sailors could drive the fish into the ice cave.