Mysterious Island Page #4

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Captain, what language is this?

It's Latin.

''Mihi libertas necessest.''

''I must have liberty.''

Did he find it, Mr. Spilett?

His submarine was reported lost

off the coast of Mexico...

...about eight years ago with all hands.

This chest has been floating in the sea

for eight years.

Do you really believe it has, Captain?

I'm tired.

At your age? Ridiculous!

I'm tired of working.

What do you want, a servant?

So do I.

If you find one, send her to me.

The next you can keep for yourself.

But in the meantime,

we'll go on working like the others.

Mr. Spilett thinks we've been

overworked, too. He's gone fishing.

He has?

We better hope that Captain Harding

doesn't find out.

Mary, run! Run!

Help!

Hey, Neb, hold it.

Come on, Pencroft!

-I'll get him.

-No, wait, not here! You'll hit Herbert.

Are you all right?

I wonder how many minutes it would

take to cook in a slow oven.

Boy, it cuts like butter.

It tastes delicious, too.

I guess yesterday this bird would have said

the same thing about you, Mr. Spilett.

What's the matter?

It might not have swallowed you, Mr. Spilett,

but it sure enough ate rocks.

-That doesn't look like a rock.

-No, it isn't.

That's a bullet.

None of us fired a shot at the bird.

No, I tried but the gun jammed.

This is what killed it, all the same.

-We'd have heard a shot, wouldn't we?

-Not necessarily.

It might've happened when the

bird crashed through the fence.

I might have figured it wasn't my knife.

It didn't feel right,

the way the bird fell under me.

You risked your life for me, Herbert,

and I'll never forget that.

Yes, that's right, Herbert.

Had it not been for you, Mr. Spilett

would still be on the inside...

...cutting out, instead of on

the outside cutting in, huh?

Lady Mary turned out to be quite handy

with a needle and thread.

She was able to make goatskins

into clothing for the men...

...and fashioned

a trim garment for Elena.

I don't know how I let you talk me into it.

Everyone's going to say it's far too short.

-Herbert won't.

-I'm certain he won't.

Come here.

I've decided to marry him.

And what has he decided?

Don't sound so surprised.

My mother was already married by my age.

That was on the Continent.

But don't you realise

that we may never get off this island?

Then you'll have time to wait.

-But Herbert doesn't want to wait.

-Doesn't he?

-And neither do I.

-I'm afraid you'll have to.

Go off and tend to your goats.

I'm going to ask

Captain Harding to marry us.

That'd be wonderful,

if he were only a minister, but he's not.

He's a captain, and captains

can marry people at sea.

He's a land captain, not a sea captain.

Well, we're on land, aren't we?

Herbert.

-What's the matter?

-I don't know.

It looks like honey.

It is honey.

Did you ever visit a beehive?

It's a honeycomb.

-It can't be. It's too big.

-It can't be anything else.

Let's go get some seashells,

and we'll take some back for the others.

Come on!

Get in the honeycomb!

What's it doing?

I don't know.

It's sealing us in.

-Hey, Captain. A sail!

-We're going to be saved!

They're right. Look.

Captain, shall we

light the signal fires now?

-Yeah, come on!

-Hold it!

We'll take a look at

it through the telescope first.

What's the matter, don't

you want to be saved?

It's coming this way, whatever

we do. Let's go!

Come on, get up to Granite House.

Hand me some more.

What for?

From the sea chest, remember?

I took these out.

It's heavily armed.

And it's flying the skull

and crossbones.

Do you think it's the same pirates

Ayrton wrote about in his diary?

It's the same ones who cut out

his tongue and left him to die.

We wouldn't get much mercy from them

if they find us.

You two get on the beach

and camouflage the boat.

When you come back,

get this inside and out of sight.

Spilett, stack the ammunition.

Elena's out there with Herbert.

We must get them back.

Don't worry. He's a soldier. If he sees a gang

of armed cutthroats, he'll take cover.

We're going to load and stack the rifles.

Elena!

Elena, are you all right?

What is it?

It's some kind of ship.

I've never seen anything like it before.

Come on, let's get on it.

Hello!

Is anybody there?

Come on.

Hello.

Anybody there?

Let's take a look.

-No, we'd better not.

-Come on.

Herbert, didn't Mr. Spilett say

the Nautilus was sunk eight years ago...

...off the coast of Mexico?

Yeah, he did.

Then what is it doing here?

I don't know.

Herbert! Don't!

Let's get out of here.

How do we get out?

Over there.

That wasn't there before.

Maybe the tide came out or something.

Let's swim for it.

Neb.

-How many are there?

-Only three.

They're taking out casks.

They must be going for water.

We can take them, Captain.

And bring all the rest of them ashore?

No, thanks.

We'll sit this one out quietly.

-What are they doing now?

-They're going towards the boat.

-Do you think they'll find it?

-I don't know.

Lady Mary, another rifle.

Yes, sir.

Hey, Captain, look! It's sinking.

-What do you suppose happened?

-I don't know.

Something must have blown up on her.

Come on! We better get back fast.

Run, Elena.

Put that down.

All right, we'll split up.

Spilett, you take the west side.

Neb, you go inland.

Very well, soldier.

Hang on to it if it gives you comfort.

Just don't throw it.

How do you do, Captain Harding?

I am Captain Nemo.

Nemo?

How did you know my name? Did you tell him?

It wasn't necessary.

I've known about you all for months, now,

from the day I carried you ashore.

You were the one who built the fire?

-The man who fired the mystery bullet.

-Someone had to kill that bird.

Her Ladyship's gun jammed.

Do join us, Lady Mary.

I'm not quite the ogre I appear.

Do you usually dress up like that

to frighten young ladies?

No, not to frighten young ladies.

To breathe under water.

You see, I do much of

my work out there.

So we've heard.

Like sinking ships and

drowning innocent men.

Surely you don't object to my

having placed an explosive charge...

...to that pirate ship

to drown them, do you?

See, Harding, I told you he

was a genius and not a devil.

Captain Nemo, I'm from the

New York Herald.

-I reported your story eight years ago--

-I know you.

I've read some of your dispatches.

You specialise in war news, don't you?

You supply the ink.

The soldiers supply the blood.

-I bet that was his place we just came from.

-Yes.

There's a big iron ship in a flooded grotto.

Elena and I were just aboard.

-The Nautilus? Here?

-What's left of it.

-That means we can get off--

-No, you can't.

If you hope to use my vessel to leave, don't,

because she can never take to sea again.

Why have you stayed hidden from us

all this time?

Because contact with my own species

has always disappointed me.

Solitude gives me freedom of mind

and independence of action.

Why have you picked this particular time

to interrupt this solitude?

I'll tell you.

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