Against the Sun Page #5

Are there hurricanes in the Pacific?

Affirmative!

So when's hurricane season?

Why do I keep asking these questions?

- Take this!

- Why?

You can't swim, remember?

You know what I could go for right now?

Get down!

Chief! Chief!

- Where is he?

- Where is he?

- Chief!

- Chief!

We're coming, Chief!

- Come on!

- Come on, Chief!

We got ya.

Stay with the raft!

Hang on!

Gene, where's Tony?

I lost him.

Work your way around!

See if you can spot him!

Tony! Tony!

Tony! Tony!

- Tony!

- Tony!

Tony!

- Tony!

- Tony!

It's okay. Chief!

Chief!

Good boy.

All right. We have to flip her!

On my mark, we'll lift

and let the wind catch her!

- But hold on to it!

- Yeah.

One, two, three!

Lift!

You go around the other side!

I'll hold it down! You get in first!

Well done!

Rub-a-dub-dub...

three men in a tub.

And who do you think they be?

The butcher, the baker,

the candlestick maker.

Turn them out, knaves all three.

How is it I just now

thought of that one?

The raft will sink.

Won't it?

Yeah.

There'll be nothing left of us.

No.

No one will know

we survived all this time.

No.

Suppose one of us dies.

What do the others do?

Gene, you're always talking about food.

What do you think?

The liver anyhow.

Heart if you can get to it.

But we lost the pliers

and your pocketknife.

Kidneys would be easy.

Yeah, one for each man.

I think we need some other kind of talk.

I'm trying.

But everything's so far away.

Just remembered something.

My wife...

she had a pretty yellow dress.

She burned a hole in it

with her cigarette.

So she sewed a little white dove

over the hole.

I can picture the dress and the dove.

But I can't really see her face.

Tony.

I do believe I am in love

with your sister.

You'll make a great couple.

I want you boys to know...

if we had made it...

I would have put you in

for commendations.

If they would have listened to me

after my court martial.

Court martial?

Pastula?

Can you think of anything they

could be court martialing the chief for?

Not a thing I can think of, Aldrich.

Me neither.

I'm sorry it has to end this way.

Man plots his course.

But the Lord decides.

All right.

Enough of that bullshit.

Seems to me...

if God chose our course...

it's 'cause He wants us to make it.

Right?

Either way...

we've come way too far to give up now.

Tony.

Ton.

Gene. Gene.

Poor Tony.

Tony.

I can hear music.

What kind of music... Tony?

Can you hear it?

I can see a beautiful field of corn.

I saw our fleet...

twice yesterday.

No, no.

Something green.

Look, Chief.

Gene Aldrich!

You have won yourself a dinner!

Land ho!

Thank you. Thank you.

Paddle, boys! Paddle!

Paddle!

Stand down. Stand down.

We should drift right in.

What if there's Japanese?

What choice do we have?

Straight away, men.

We might be going over.

Well?

Oh, the night was dark and dreary

And the air was full of sleet

Where the old man stood out in the storm

And his shoes were full of feet

Oh, it ain't a-gonna rain

no more, no more

Ain't a-gonna rain no more

But how in the world

can the old folks tell

Ain't a-gonna rain no more

Well, a butterfly flits on wings of gold

The June bug, wings of flame

The bedbug has no wings at all

But he gets there just the same

Oh, it ain't a-gonna rain

no more, no more

No, no, no more, no, no, no, no, no more

How in the world can the old folks tell

Ain't a-gonna rain no more

Oh, the mosquitee, he fly high

Oh, mosquitee, he fly low

If old Mr. Skeeter light on me

He ain't a-gonna fly no more

Oh, it ain't a-gonna rain

no more, no more

How in the world can the old folks tell

Ain't a-gonna rain no more

Well, a bullfrog sitting on a lily pad

Looking up at the skies

Oh, the lily pad broke,

and the frog fell in

Got water all in his eyes

Oh, it ain't a-gonna rain

no more, no more

How in the world can the old folks tell

Ain't a-gonna rain no more

Well, here's a verse about a man

and a trombone

Well, the words to it are few

He blew, he blew, he blew, he blew

He blew, he blew, he blew

Oh, it ain't a-gonna rain

no more, no more

How in the world can the old folks tell

Ain't a-gonna rain no more

Well, a man lay down by a sewer

And by the sewer he died, he died

And at the coroner's request

They called it sewer-side

Oh, it ain't a-gonna rain

no more, no more

Oh, Lord, ain't gonna rain no more

How in the world can the old folks tell

Ain't a-gonna rain no more

A little black and white animal

out in the woods

I says ain't that little cat pretty

I went right over to pick it up

But it wasn't that kind of a kitty

Oh, it ain't a-gonna rain

no more, no more

Ain't a-gonna rain no more

But how in the world

can the old folks tell

Ain't a-gonna rain no more

No more, no more, no more.

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