Chapter 6 Chapter 5 Landing on the Island

Early in the morning—this was the second morning after my recovery, and, I believe, the fourth morning after my rescue—I awoke from a tumultuous sleep in which I had dreamed of robbers and clamoring The thug, and later felt a hoarse voice shouting above me.I rubbed my eyes and lay there listening to the noise, not knowing where I was for a while, then suddenly there was the sound of barefoot walking, throwing heavy objects The sound of the chains colliding violently, creaking, jingling and clanging.I heard the sound of water swooshing again, the boat seemed to turn suddenly, and the foamy yellow-green waves splashed across the small round porthole, leaving strings of water droplets on the window.I quickly put on my clothes and stepped onto the deck.

The sun was just rising when I walked up the escalator.Against the sky reddened by the rising sun, I saw the captain's broad back and flaming hair; and over his shoulder, the mountain leopard under the rigged and mizzen gaff-sail Turning from one yard to another.Apparently the poor beast was terrified enough to curl up again at the end of the little cage. "Get them all overboard!" growled the captain. "Get 'em overboard! Get 'em off of them all, and we'll get the boat clean." He blocked my way and I had to pat him on the shoulder to get on deck.Startled, he turned around suddenly, staggered back a few steps, and stared straight at me.It didn't take an expert's eye to tell that the guy was still drunk.

"Hello!" he said awkwardly.After a while, his eyes flickered, "Oh! Isn't this?? Mr.—?? Mr. what—?" "Prandik," I said. "To hell with Prendick!" he said. "Shut up—that's your name. Shut up, sir." It's no good fighting back the guy's challenge.But I am concerned about his next move, It is indeed unprepared.He held out his hand to hold the landing, where Montgomery was standing talking to a white-haired man who had obviously just come aboard.The man was a large man, dressed in soiled blue flannel. "This way please, damned sir shut up. This way please," growled the captain.

Montgomery and his companion turned when he shouted. "What do you mean?" I said. "This way please, damned Mr. Shut up—that's what I mean. Get off the ship, Mr. Shut up—don't waste time, hurry up. We're clearing the ship, the whole holy clean ship. Please disembark. " I was stunned and stared at him speechlessly.But then it occurred to me that this was exactly what I was asking for.A lone ship-passenger who loses all hope of sailing with such a volatile alcoholic is utterly unworthy of regret. I turned to Montgomery. "We cannot take you," said Montgomery's companion succinctly.

"You can't take me in!" I said in surprise.Never in my life have I seen such a square face, such a determined countenance. "Hello," I said, turning to the captain. "Disembark," said the captain. "This ship is no longer for beasts and beasts that eat beasts worse than beasts. Please disembark?? Mr. Renzui. If they can't take you, you can drift anywhere. But anyway , you gotta disembark! Come with your friends. I have nothing to do with this holy island anymore, amen! I've had enough of it!" "But, Montgomery," I begged. He twisted his lower lip and gave the gray-haired man standing next to me a desperate nod of his head, signaling his incompetence.

"I beg you to disembark at once," said the captain. A strange and hilarious triangular debate ensues.I begged all three of them one by one, first to the gray-haired man to let me go to the island, then to the drunken captain to keep me on board, and I even loudly begged the sailors.Montgomery said nothing, just shook his head. "Tell you, please get off the ship immediately," the captain repeated this sentence? ? "To hell with the law! I'm the king here." Finally, I must honestly admit that in the middle of a violent menacing threat, my voice suddenly changed.I just felt a maddened rage.I went to the stern and gazed melancholy and blindly.

At this time, the sailors were quickly carrying out the task of unloading the luggage packages and the animals in cages.A motorboat with two upright gaff sails was moored in the lee behind the schooner, and into this boat all kinds of cargo were hoisted.As the side of the schooner blocked my view of the hull of the boat, I did not see the people coming from the island to fetch the goods. Montgomery and his companions, who paid no attention to me, were busy helping and directing the four or five sailors who were unloading.The captain also came over, not so much helping, but making trouble.I felt self-defeating by one moment, and wanted to throw everything at the other end.Once or twice, as I stood there waiting for the matter to work itself out, I could not control the impulse to laugh at my miserable predicament.What makes me even more miserable is that I didn't even eat breakfast.The current situation of hunger and lack of blood has taken away the temperament and bravery that a man should have.I perceived very well that, after this catastrophe, I had no strength either to resist the captain's resolution to expel me from the ship, or to force Montgomery and his companions to grant me shelter on the island.I had to passively wait for the decision of fate.The work of loading Montgomery's cargo onto the boat continued as if I did not exist.

While speaking, the cargo was moved, and a struggle ensued; I was too weak to resist, and was dragged and dragged to the hatch.Even at this moment, too, I noticed the strange, yellow faces of the people who had been with Montgomery on the launch.But at this time, the motorboat was already fully loaded, and was pushed away with a pole in a hurry.Wider and wider intervals of green water appeared under my feet, and I tried my best to hug back to avoid falling into the water. The sailors on the launch shouted mockingly, and I heard Montgomery cursing them.While speaking, the captain pushed me to the stern with the help of the first mate and a sailor. The lifeboat of the "Mrs. Vein" has been dragged behind the ship with a rope, and has been flooded with half-ship water, and has no oars, and no food or drink.I refused to get on the boat, and threw myself on the deck.Finally, as there was no stern ladder, they hoisted me into this lifeboat with a rope, cut the rope, and let me drift away.

I left the schooner and drifted slowly away.In a kind of trance I watched: the whole crew began to taut all the ropes supporting the sails, and the schooner turned slowly but steadily, taking hold of the wind.The sails are pulled up and drifted with the wind, and when they are in the limelight, the sails are full.I stared intently at the weather-beaten side of the schooner, leaning toward me.In a blink of an eye, she passed my field of view and I didn't turn my head to follow her track.At first I couldn't believe what was happening.I snuggled up on the bottom of the lifeboat, dazed, staring blankly at the empty, oily sea.In an instant I realized that I was now again in this little hell of torment that was then half submerged in the sea.Looking back over the gunwale of the boat, I saw the schooner moving away from me, and the red-haired captain, holding on to the taff rail, was there laughing at me; It's getting smaller and smaller, and it's getting closer to the shore.

Suddenly, the harsh reality of this abandonment became crystal clear to me.Unless by chance I drift to land, there is no way for me to get there.You should remember that after drifting in this lifeboat for many days, my constitution is still very weak.I'm empty and dizzy, and if it weren't for that, I might have more strength.However, the current situation has become like this, I suddenly started to choke up, and burst into tears.Not counting when I was a child, since then, I have never cried like this.Tears flowed down the cheeks.In a sudden burst of utter desperation, I pounded my fists against the water in the bottom of the boat, and kicked furiously at the top edge of the side gunwale.I begged God aloud, let me die.