Nim's Island Page #2

I need to be here.

No negotiating. I mean,

this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Come on!

Yeah, you said that last week

about the southern borealis.

- Two nights, Nim.

- No! Chicca only saved one last year, Jack.

One little turtle. I want to stay.

We can talk

on the satellite phone.

Nim, please.

I'm not a little girl anymore.

You got so much of your mom in you,

you know that?

- That's a good thing, right?

- Yeah, good.

Sure.

Unfortunately, I could never win a fight

with her either.

Okay, it's only four hours

till low tide.

Oh! Hey, could you grab

my collection jars and my wet suit?

I already packed them for you!

Any e-mails show up, tell 'em I'm on expedition.

I'll get to their questions on Thursday.

Hey, Lizard, get off of that.

He's not "Lizard. "

His name is Fred.

Unless it's, like,

a ridiculously obvious e-mail.

- Then I can help 'em, right?

- I'd rather you just said Thursday.

Nim, are you sure

you're okay with this?

Come on.

You've left me alone before.

Well, yeah. One night.

But never for two.

Well, look, I've got Selkie and Fred

and Galileo and the new Alex Rover book.

- I'll be excellent.

- All right, all right.

- You just come back with Protozoa Nim!

- I will!

I'll see ya Thursday!

Love you!

Love you too!

I'll radio you tonight!

No parties while I'm gone!

#Baby, baby

please let me hold him #

#I wanna make him stay up all night #

#Sister, Sister

He's just a plaything #

# We wanna make him

stay up all night #

#Here we go #

#See him drink from a bottle #

#See him eat from a plate ##

Ooh, two new e-mails.

Aren't we popular?

Hey, Freddie.

How's it goin'?

"Dear Jack Rusoe, I need a bit of help

on my newest adventure.

Might you be able to answer

a few questions for me? Alex Rover. "

Alex Rover?

Alex Rover is writing to my dad?

Do you think it's the Alex Rover?

It's him! It's him! It's really him!

Dear Alex Rover, I'm sure Jack would love

to help you with your newest adventure.

He's a great fan of yours.

We both are.

From... Nim.

"Dear Alex Rover...

"I'm sure Jack would love to help you

with your newest adventure.

"He'll be back on Thursday.

He's a great fan of yours. We both are.

From Nim. "

Nim. Hmm, what an unusual name.

Dear Nim, are you Jack's

research associate?

Jack wrote of a volcano

where you live.

Are you familiar with it?

Sincerely, Alex Rover.

Send.

- What are you doing, Alexandra?

- Um, research.

Go. Go. Go away.

Leave me alone.

You don't mean that.

You love me.

And what makes you so sure of that, huh?

Because the whole world

loves Alex Rover.

Really? I know.

"Translated into 21 different languages. "

No pressure, no pressure,

no pressure.

You've been writing chapter eight

for three months now.

So either sacrifice me to the damn volcano

or let me find my escape already.

- Hey! It's time to finish the book.

- Shh!

- I'm thinking.

- Yeah. You're thinking. You're thinking.

That's the problem. You've gotta

get outta your head and into your body.

Hey, that's it. Kinka.

"Kinka"?

Kinka!

Kinka!

Kinka!

Yeah!

It was incredible, Jack.

Chicca's babies were born

tonight, just like I said.

- That's excellent.

- And the mole crabs were crazy hungry.

It was so important that I stayed.

I saved all six turtles.

Well, they're lucky you were there.

I'm proud of you, honey.

- How's Zander's Atoll?

- Oh, I wish you could see this, Nim. It's-

I mean, it's more incredible

than the Milky Way.

Next time

there's no negotiating, okay?

Have you found

my nanoplankton yet?

Mmm. I have a pretty good

feeling about it.

Now, go to sleep, Nim. No more reading.

We'll talk in the morning.

How did you know I was reading?

Oh, I know you pretty well.

Good night, Nim.

Sleep tight.

It's just magnificent.

No!

Jack?

Daddy?

Oh, no.

Freddie!

It's a mess in here, eh, Selk?

No power. This rots.

Jack?

Can you hear me?

Jack... Michael... Rusoe?

Daddy, can you hear me?

Jack?

Come in, Daddy!

Jack? Daddy?

Protozoa Nim.

Leak. Leak is not good.

Nobody likes a leak.

Oh.

Middle of nowhere.

No mast. No satellite.

Sinking ship.

How do I get back to Nim?

He's not even due back till tomorrow, right, Fred?

Nothin' to worry about.

Gotta get food. I gotta get strength.

I gotta get back to Nim.

That's my fish! I saw it first!

What? Huh?

Who are you?

Do I know you?

You're one of Nim's friends?

I must be gettin' sunstroke. Talkin' to a bird.

You just come back with Protozoa Nim!

I will! I'll see ya Thursday!

- I love you!

- Love you tool

I'll radio you tonight!

It's a mess in here, eh, Selk?

Alex Rover?

He's writing to us again?

"Dear Nim, are you Jack's research associate?

"Perhaps you can help me.

I'm up against a very serious deadline.

"Jack wrote of a volcano where you live.

Are you familiar with it?

Sincerely,

Alex Rover. "

Dear Alex Rover,

we do have a volcano-

"Only we call it

Fire Mountain.

It hasn't exploded in years, but when it did,

the sky went completely white with ash. "

That's excellent.

"Sky white with ash. " I like that image.

All right. Dear Nim, can one really

see bubbling lava...

inside the mouth of a volcano?

Send.

All right.

I can't wait for that.

Oh, no. Mailman.

Oh, no. Hey!

Uh- Uh- Excuse me!

Can you just leave it on the porch?

Can you just leave it

under the door?

Ouch.

Dear Alex Rover...

I'm not sure what it looks like inside

a volcano, but I'll let you know soon.

Sincerely, Nim,

Jack's research associate.

Oh, so much mail.

I just open the door. Open the door, no big deal.

Just get the mail,

get the mail.

Okay, Fred. No big deal.

Let's do this.

I can do it.

I can do it.

Everyone turns knobs.

You can do it. Come on.

Come on. Just a little farther.

Okay, grab it.

One, two, three.

Oh.

Who needs mail?

I can get it tomorrow.

Hmm, interesting.

Not really lava as much as

dry, craggy rock.

I can't wait to tell Alex Rover.

Galileo, we were worried about you!

Where'd you go?

We're just doing some research for Alex Rove-

What's that? Hold on, Fred!

Oh, come on.

Come on, open up!

Open! Unclip, unclip!

Come on!

Aah!

Fred, are you okay?

- Let's, um- Let's not tell Jack

we came here, okay?

"Dear Alex Rover, my volcano expedition

didn't go well at all.

I fell down the face of the mountain

and got a nasty five-inch cut on my leg. "

Oh, my. All because of me.

"It's very swollen

and now pus is coming out.

P. S. How would you handle

a five-inch gash with pus coming out?"

What would I do?

Dear Nim,

the most important thing for a cut...

is to make sure

that it's kept clean and dry.

In the Cook Islands,

they use the stem of a Simarouba plant...

- to keep out infection.

- Hmm. Simarouba.

P. S.

Are you all right, Nim?

"Dear Alex,

regarding your question 'Am I all right? '

"I will be

when my dad gets back.

"But it's awfully good

talking to a real live hero.

Nim. "

W- Wait a minute.

"When my dad gets back"?

Oh, my God.

Who are you, Nim?

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