Nim's Island Page #3

How old are you?

Are you all alone,

wherever you are?

What is it?

What does it want out there?

It's coming so fast.

"Buccaneer?" Buccaneer ship?

"The Oceanographer

and the Great Blue Whale. "

Oh, no.

I think we're being invaded.

Simply heavenly.

Bloody paradise.

Not on any map, either.

Captain, come and take a look at this.

Oh, yes.

This is my bowl of rice, all right.

This'll do quite nicely.

Look at him.

Pretty little porpoise.

Nature in all its glorious splendor.

Put the barbies over there.

We'll fill the sand

with beach chairs...

and we sell pia coladas

for 10 bucks a pop.

Shh, Freddie.

You promised everyone a private island,

Captain, and that's exactly what they're getting.

Corporates are gonna love it.

This'll be their own private Buccaneer paradise.

- "Buccaneer paradise"?

- Excellent.

We come back in two days.

How great would a hotel look

right there?

Strip all the trees back.

Perfect.

Back in two days.

Jack?

Jack, come in.

Daddy!

Daddy, where are you?

I need you.

" Who are you, Nim?

How old are you?

Are you all alone

wherever you are?"

"Yes. I'm all alone.

I'm 11, and my father's gone.

"He's lost at sea.

"And my leg is swollen

and bleeding.

And the Buccaneers are coming

to take over the island. Nim. "

What can I possibly do, Nim?

What can I possibly do, Nim?

Come.

Come?

I can't do this all by myself.

I can't be the hero of my own story.

I need you, Alex Rover.

Please. Help me.

Help me, please.

I'm sorry.

I wish I could come,

but I'm a borderline agoraphobic.

Borderline? Is that what you're callin' it?

You're not actually

gonna send that, are you?

I'm sorry.

I wish I could come,

but I'm borderline agoraphobic.

I haven't even left

my apartment in 16 weeks.

What are you talking about?

You're one of the greatest

adventurers who ever lived!

You're Alex Rover!

But I'm not that Alex Rover.

Yeah, you're definitely not.

911. What is your emergency?

Uh, me?

That's really, really not important.

What's important is that

there's a little girl...

and she's all alone somewhere deep

in the middle of the South Pacific...

and, well, she-she-she's

badly injured herself...

and I feel- I feel quite

responsible for this.

Excuse me. Did you say "South Pacific"?

Yes, yes, I did.

I'm sorry. We serve only the greater

San Francisco Bay area.

- Suva Department of Interior.

- Suva, Fiji Islands.

- Fiji, yeah.

- Uh, there's a little girl on a remote island...

- somewhere near you, I think.

- There are 331 islands comprise Fiji, ma'am.

"Nim, where are you exactly?"

Dear Alex Rover...

our island is 20 degrees south,

162 degrees west...

in the south Asiatic Sea.

- Don't share my location-

- " Don't share my location with anyone else.

"My dad would be devastated

if the world discovered our secret home.

But I'm scared to be all alone. Nim. "

- Let's do it.

- Do what?

Go.

Twenty degrees south,

162 degrees west.

I can't even leave my apartment. I can't-

I- I can't go to the south Asiatic Sea!

It's just along the road.

Alex, she needs you.

I don't even know her.

What don't you know?

That she's a little girl?

That she's alone on an island,

and that she's askin' for your help.

Be the hero

of your own life story.

Don't throw that line at me.

I wrote that line.

Oh, I know. Why don't you

follow it for a change then?

Come on. Let's get out

of this damned apartment.

Let's go on an adventure!

Come on a road trip with me.

Hey, you never know.

You might even enjoy it.

I need you, Alex Rover.

Oh, I really am losing my mind.

Dear Nim.

After some serious soul-searching...

I've decided to travel to

20 degrees south, 162 degrees west.

Sadly, the only flight I could get

leaves San Francisco at midnight...

and makes some

unusual connections.

I cannot say for sure when I'm arriving,

but please know that I am on my way.

If for some reason I never arrive,

it probably means... I'm lost at sea.

Sincerely, Alex Rover.

Alex Rover is coming?

Selkie, he's coming!

He's on his way!

I can't do it. I can't go.

Frankly, I'm amazed you made it this far.

Yeah, probably best

that you don't go.

I mean, after all-

It was me she asked for,

wasn't it? Not you.

But, unfortunately,

you're not real.

I am to you.

Come on.

- Open the door, Alexandra.

- You can't make me.

No, you're right. I can't.

You have to do it

for yourself.

- Go on.

- Uh-uh.

- Now, turn the knob.

- Uh-uh.

Yeah.

You can do it.

Yes! Whoo!

Let's go save that little girl.

Take my hand, Alexandra.

No.

- Touch the world.

- I don't wanna touch the world.

I- It's not sanitary.

- Come on!

- Stop pulling!

Quit it!

- Quit it!

- What the-

- Ow! Ow!

- What are you afraid of?

Everything!

You all right there, lady?

Yeah. I'm fine. I'm just-

I'm thrilled to be

getting some fresh air.

Can-Can-Can you just

hold-hold- hold on?

I'm just a little-

I'm a little prone to motion sickness.

We're not movin' yet.

Yeah, well, it-it's really the-

It's really the idea of motion that sickens me.

This is what we gotta do, Freddie.

We have to keep 'em in the bay.

Now, Alex Rover's on his way.

We've just gotta hold them

off our beach.

It's pure and simple. Lines of defense,

like the Peloponnesians.

They're ancient Greek warriors.

It's all there in the World Book.

Galileo, you're just in time!

We need you.

We're being invaded.

Now it's all hands on deck.

Everybody's helping out.

Wait, wait.

Galileo.

Galileo, no! What are you doing?

Galileo, come back!

I need those!

Those were my tools!

Shoes, ma'am.

Ahh. Shoes?

That's disgusting.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Turn around, please.

We got a hot one!

Bag check!

What's this?

I- I-It's for my soup.

- Not allowed.

- B-

How am I supposed to open it?

With my teeth?

- What are these?

- Oh, that's-that's hand sanitizer.

- It's-It's an excellent, excellent product.

- Not allowed.

- You should use this in your line of work.

- I'm sorry.

- No liquids greater than three ounces allowed.

- B-But I-

Next!

Oh, no! No! No!

Don't!

Don't die on me!

Oh, shoot.

My tool belt.

Galileo?

Galileo. Thank you.

There's hope for Jack yet,

you lousy sharks!

Oh, my God, it's so hot in here.

It's like a Turkish bath.

Are you finding it

excessively hot in here?

I already answered you that, miss.

It's very comfortable to me.

Oh. Excuse me. Um, just-just-

Last time, I promise.

- What is it now, ma'am?

- Um-

Do you happen to have any way

of heating up Progresso soup?

You know, I'm not much of

a traveler, but, uh-

They confiscated

my opener at the airport.

My arm!

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- It's fine. It's just minor turbulence, okay?

- It's fine.

- Minor turbulence. That's right.

Uh, you know what? I-I'm just gonna-

Just one second. I'm gonna-

But- I- I'm just gonna

do this one-

I- If you don't mind,

I'll just scoot right by you.

'Scuse me.

Oh.

Oh, airplanes.

There's nothing good about airplanes,

except the peanuts.

Am I allergic to peanuts?

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