20,000 Leagues Under the Sea Page #5

It is not your place to judge.

You don't know anything about the captain.

He's already said

that he has use for me.

What's more important,

the world has a use for him.

And I must make him understand it.

When he does, he will judge himself

far more harshly than you ever can.

Is that clear?

Whatever you say, Captain.

Now, please go out and leave me alone.

What did you call me? "Captain?"

Yes, I did.

And I must say,

there is a certain resemblance.

- Seen enough?

- I want to talk to you.

You little spying hyena.

Did the professor put you up to this?

It's the professor

I want to tell you about!

You were right.

Nemo's won him over completely.

You bet I was right.

And I was right about you spying on me.

I've known all along

that you were stealing food and treasure.

I didn't tell a soul.

I was glad you did it. We may need it.

We? Since when do I need you?

We need each other.

Ned, I want to be friends.

"I wanna be friends."

I want to escape.

So do I, with you.

And we have to save the professor

in spite of himself.

You once said you had a plan.

Well, have you?

- Yeah, I got a plan.

- Well?

Trouble is, it won't work.

I can't figure how they

navigate this barge.

Nothing's written down.

No courses, no bearings, nothing.

If we could figure where

we're heading, we'd have a chance.

That's no problem.

When I was reading the professor's journal,

I learned about Nemo's plans.

We're heading

for a place called Vulcania.

- Vulcania?

- Yeah, that's Nemo's base.

Why didn't you say so?

This is what I've been waiting for!

- It was?

- Sure!

Vulcania!

I got to take a look at those charts.

Why not?

I'll need all hands.

- You keep a watch.

- Aye, sir.

- Keep your eye peeled for the mate.

- Aye, sir.

Hey, Ned.

Ned, put them back. He's coming.

All right, all right!

Hurry up. Hurry up, he's coming!

That was close, mate.

Very.

- This is Nemo's cabin.

- Yeah.

He does do right well for himself.

Maybe...

Let's get out of here.

If they find us in his cabin, we're...

- What is it?

- Get me a pencil and paper quick.

- What for?

- I think I found something.

Yes?

See? All the distances

are measured from that point.

That's right.

Get me those calipers, quick.

Let me see if I can work this out.

Now, longitude...

- Quiet!

- Quiet.

Here. Here. Have a cigar.

Hey, she likes 'em!

- You want another? Give me a kiss.

- You have quite a way with animals.

I do better with women.

Be quiet!

- You feed her.

- All right.

I'll give you a cigar. All right.

Here. Have one.

Yes, I love you, too.

I'll find you some more.

- Stop playing with her!

- I'm not playing!

You just be quiet. Be a nice girl.

Now, eat them slowly.

You don't have to be needy.

- We'll complete repairs at base.

- He's coming.

Let's go.

- Resume speed at 50 fathoms.

- Resume speed at 50 fathoms.

Esmie.

I've got to do some research.

I'll need some specimens. Get 'em.

- Specimens? What kind?

- The ones in bottles. Go on. Beat it.

- And don't get caught.

- No.

Ned, you've got everything here,

from the rarest nudibranchs to oysters.

Oysters are out of season.

Dump 'em in the sink. I want the bottles.

You can't do that.

These are priceless.

You're not thinking of putting

messages into these bottles?

Why, that went out with Robinson Crusoe.

You've forgotten this is the 19th century.

Somethin' else I forgot.

That's for spyin' on me.

Don't let me catch you padding the shadow

of my stern again. Remember that.

I don't like bashin' anybody,

but you had it comin', lad.

And I thought we were friends.

Sure we're friends!

Go ahead. Hit me.

Hit me.

- You mean that?

- Sure, go ahead. You can't miss it.

Now we are friends.

Oh, all right, shipmate!

Now I'll tell you what I had in my mind.

This may be old stuff... tossing messages

in bottles and settin' 'em adrift...

but I've heard of it workin'.

- Alcohol.

- Very pure alcohol.

We'll just drain the polliwogs out

and save the grog.

It's priceless.

Anyhow... hold this, lad.

This chap I knew got shipwrecked

in the Bahamas.

Him and a lady passenger

alone on an island.

Well, they had plenty

of time on their hands,

so they began writin' notes,

puttin' 'em in old rum bottles

and settin' 'em adrift.

One of them got through

and they was rescued.

What's the matter?

I swallowed it.

There was a Flabellina oculina in there.

Poor thing.

Flabellina oculina.

She won't answer her helm, sir.

Astern, full!

- What's happened?

- We seem to have run aground.

What's happened?

- An accident, Captain?

- An incident.

Our faulty rudder's put us on a reef.

The tide will float us free by evening.

We're off the coast of New Guinea.

Would you like to go ashore?

No, thank you. The last time we went

ashore, it was a prelude to murder.

- Check for leaks.

- Aye, sir.

Throwin' away a chance like that.

The professor's losin' his ballast.

Smell it. Sweet as an angel's kiss.

Dry land, mate.

Coconuts, mangoes and...

native girls hungry for affection.

I'd give anything to shake hands

with a tree again.

So would I.

And so would the professor.

I know how badly he wants

to collect specimens,

but he won't ask any favours from Nemo.

What's wrong with you going instead?

Nothing. What about you?

Me? I'm a collectin' fool.

There's no harm in asking.

No harm at all, mate.

Captain, I wondered,

as long as the professor is not going

ashore, if I could go in his place.

I'd like to collect specimens

and take some notes.

- You feel qualified?

- Qualified?

For years, the professor and I

have been working together.

- And I can row, sir. Got a strong back.

- And a strong desire to escape.

Who, me? I'm no deserter.

Happy to be aboard, sir.

- Very well. Permission granted.

- Thank you.

But stay on the beach.

The natives are cannibals.

They eat liars with the same enthusiasm

as they eat honest men.

- Break out the skiff.

- Aye, sir. Break out the skiff.

Shove off!

I don't see any native girls

hungry for affection.

Take it easy.

Hey, Ned. We're not

supposed to leave the beach.

Who's leaving it?

Hey!

- Come here, quick.

- What is it?

Look. A trail through the jungle.

You had this in mind all the time.

You want to escape.

What do ya say? It's a cinch!

I don't think so or Nemo wouldn't have

let us come ashore.

Don't forget the cannibals.

Belay the cannibals.

He said that to scare us.

Besides, I couldn't leave the professor.

I figured that.

Look at me. I can't get through that jungle.

You'll go faster alone.

- Hope you make it, Ned.

- I'll make it.

And I'll have every gunboat

in the navy hunting Nemo.

We'll be laughing about this,

havin' a drink together in Frisco.

Good luck, Ned.

Give my best to the professor.

Hey!

Hey, wait for me!

Hey!

Wait for me!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey, cannibals!

Hundreds of cannibals!

Captain! Captain!

- Scores of boats!

- We're under attack!

Naturally. Since you

invaded their privacy,

they have every right to invade ours.

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