双语读电影 《海洋奇缘》第03章 :呃，我们捕不到鱼了

As the years passed, Moana’s parents taught her to appreciate life on the island of Motunui. She took comfort in traditions. She learned the songs. She knew what a valuable resource the coconut was—from its sweet meat and water, to its fibers, from which they made nets. She even knew how to weave the different kinds of baskets the villagers used in daily life.

Moana knew that the island gave the people of Motunui all they needed. Yet she was still drawn to the sea. Moana often stared out at the crystal blue water, wondering what was beyond the island’s reef. She loved watching the fishing boats as they sailed into the lagoon and returned, but her parents would constantly drag her away, back from the water’s edge.

Only Gramma Tala understood Moana’s fascination. The two spent many hours walking the beach together and would often dance with the waves. Gramma Tala always encouraged Moana to follow her heart and listen to the voice inside. She told Moana that listening to that voice would help her figure out who she truly was.

One day, Tui led sixteen-year-old Moana up a mountain. They walked higher and higher, until they reached the tallest peak of Motunui. At the very top, Tui showed Moana an enormous pile of stones.

“I’ve wanted to bring you here from the moment you opened your eyes,” said Tui. “This is a sacred place. A place of chiefs.” Tui stepped toward the stones and put his hand on them. “There will come a time when you embrace what you’re meant to do and who you’re meant to be, and you will stand on this peak and place a stone on this mountain, like I did, like my father did, and his father, and every chief that has ever been. And on that day, by adding your stone, you will lift this whole island higher. You are the future of our people, Moana. And they are not out there.” Tui gestured past the reef, to the vast ocean beyond. “They’re right here.” He put a hand on Moana’s shoulder as the two gazed down toward the village. It was in the distance, at the foot of the mountain. “It’s time to be who they need you to be.”

Moana glanced back at the pile of stones. She reached out and placed her hand on Tui’s stone. This was where her stone would go one day. “Do you think I can?” she asked.

Tui gave Moana a hongi. “You will be a great chief, Moana of Motunui ... if you let yourself.”

Moana looked up at her father, thinking about his words and knowing how important it was to him that she follow in his footsteps. She was finally ready. She would take on the responsibility and be the chief her parents wanted her to be.

She turned her head from the ocean and stayed focused on the island, committed to finding happiness right there. Moana assured herself there was no reason to look beyond the island’s reef. Everything she needed and everything she loved was right there.

A few days later, wearing her headband decorated with flowers, and with her pet pig, Pua, by her side, she joined her parents and headed to the council meeting. On the way, Moana spotted Gramma Tala dancing with the waves on the shore and paused only a moment before continuing to the council fale.

Drummers banged out a rhythm on large drums as the village council convened. Tui, Sina, and Moana took their places while the drums rapidly built to a dramatic finish. Tui lowered his battle-ax, signaling everyone to sit. Before he could open his mouth to begin the meeting, a booming voice filled the fale. “PEOPLE OF MOTUNUI!” the official announcer yelled. “CHIEF TUI!”

“Thank y—” Chief Tui began, but the man cut him off again.

“OF MOTUNUI!”

“Thank you,” said Tui as he turned toward the crowd. “One day, Moana will lead our people. I’m proud to say that out in the village today, you’ll see just how far she’s come.” He gazed at his daughter with love and handed her the chief’s battle-ax. Moana smiled, feeling his pride. Everyone turned to her, as she now had the floor.

Moana smiled graciously and took a deep breath, but before she could say anything, the loud voice rang out again. “MOANA OF MOTUNUI!” he screamed right into Moana’s ear. She accidentally dropped the heavy battle-ax, nearly chopping off Pua’s snout!

Throughout the day, Moana was acting Chief of Motunui to the village as her parents observed her making rounds across the island.

When a villager named Maivia complained about his leaky roof, Moana climbed up to the rafters to check it out. Maivia explained to Tui and Sina, “Every storm, the roof leaks on the fire, no matter how many fronds I add—”

From the top of the fale, Moana yelled, “Fixed!” She smiled down at them. “It wasn’t the fronds; the wind shifted the supports,” she said. Then she took a bite of food that Maivia offered her. “That’s good pork.” She saw Pua by her feet and suddenly felt very bad for sharing that so loudly.

Later, Moana stood beside a large man named Tolo, holding his hand as he got a new tattoo on his back.

“Ow. Ow. Ow,” repeated Tolo over and over again, gripping Moana’s hand tighter and tighter.

“You’re doing great,” said Moana, trying to sound normal as she attempted to withstand the pain of his strong squeezes.

Hours later, Moana continued to hold Tolo’s hand even as she felt her hand going numb. “Just five more hours,” she said to Tolo, wincing in pain. He squeezed her hand a bit harder. “Ow. Ow. Ow ...”

When Tolo’s tattoo was finally complete, he stood up and gave Moana a hug, thanking her for her support. Then he hobbled off, walking stiffly toward his fale as Moana tried to shake the soreness out of her hand.

Tolo’s friend Asoleilei walked by with a big energetic smile and congratulated him. “Manuia!” he shouted, slapping him on the rear. That caused Tolo to wince from the pain, and quickly move away from his friend.

Pua tried to keep up as Moana continued the village rounds, helping anyone who needed it. Two little girls and a little boy ran up to her, out of breath, and launched into a story. They spoke loud and fast, talking over each other, as they tried to explain.

“Lua hit me,” said Loa.

“And Loa hit me back,” said Lua.

“But Loa was like, Wawomodo?” said Loa.

“What would Moana do?” explained La’a.

“Which is just be awesome,” said Lua.

“So she stopped punching my face,” said Loa.

“And made you a picture,” said La’a.

The kids held up a terrible drawing of Moana stopping a fierce, bloody fight. Moana stared at it, trying to decide how to react.

“That’s blood,” Lua pointed out.

Moana smiled and took the drawing, thanking each of them for the special gift.

Later, a village cook named Vela found Moana and approached her with a question.

“I was wondering about the chicken there eating the rock,” Vela said. She gestured to Heihei, a wacky-looking rooster with expressionless, crooked eyes who was trying to swallow a stone. “He seems to lack the minimum intelligence required for self-preservation. Would it be more humane to just cook him?”

Moana watched as Heihei coughed up the stone and then went back to pecking at it. “Well, sometimes our strengths lie beneath the surface,” she said. “Far beneath, in some cases. But I’m sure there’s more to Heihei than meets the eye.”

As Moana continued on her rounds, she met a troubled farmer who showed her the latest crop of coconuts.

“It’s the harvest,” the farmer said. “This morning, I was cleaning the coconuts, and ...”

Moana cracked open a seemingly healthy coconut, revealing its black, rotten insides. She leaned in to take a closer look. Tui and Sina peered over Moana to get a glimpse of the terrible sight. Everyone looked at her, waiting to see what she would say.

“Well, um ... we should clear the diseased trees. And move to a new grove.” Moana pointed to an unclaimed area of land and said, “There.”

The farmer nodded in agreement, and Tui and Sina exchanged a proud look.

Feeling great, Moana turned toward her loving parents and the majestic mountain behind them. Then she looked out to the blue ocean, deep in thought. She loved her family, her island, and her village. And she wanted to do what was right for everyone. Finally, she glanced at her father with a sly smile.

“I was thinking I might skip dinner,” she said.

“Is everything all right?” asked Tui, concerned.

“Mmm-hmm. I’d rather just take a walk ... up the mountain,” Moana said, her smile widening.

It took a moment for Tui to understand what she was really saying. Finally, he grinned and stumbled over his words, too proud and happy to speak clearly. “You ... Yes, if ... So you ... ,” Tui said to Sina. “She’s ... Moana wants to take a walk up the mountain.” He lowered his head and quietly added, “She means her stone.”

Sina smiled, amused. “I got that.”

As they headed to their fale, a fisherman named Lasalo hurried over to them. “Am I too late?” he asked.

Tui stepped up to the man. “Actually, Moana needs to—”

“How can I help?” asked Moana, facing the fisherman.

Lasalo somberly led Moana to the beach, with Tui and Sina behind them. They stood next to the fishing boat as the fisherman lifted out a net and showed it to Moana. It was completely empty.

“Our nets in the east lagoon are pulling up less and less,” Lasalo said.

“Well, then we’ll rotate the fishing grounds,” said Moana.

“We’ll rotate the fishing grounds,” Tui repeated.

Anxious to get Moana up to Motunui’s tallest peak, Tui tried to usher her away. But Lasalo continued. “Uh, we have no fish,” he said.

“Oh, then we’ll fish the far side of the island,” offered Moana, gesturing toward it.

“We tried,” said Lasalo.

“The windward side?” she asked, her concern growing.

“And the leeward side, the shallows, the channel; we’ve tried the whole lagoon! They’re just gone,” Lasalo said.

Moana’s face fell as she stared down the beach at the other fishing boats, all returning with empty nets. It wasn’t too long ago that she’d watch the boats come in hauling nets bursting with fish. She wondered, How could they all be gone?

“I will talk to the council,” said Tui. “I’m sure we can find a solution.”

Moana looked toward the lagoon and her eyes moved beyond the reef to the open ocean; it was new territory. The fishermen had not cast their nets there. She climbed up on a boat to get a better view and took in the vastness of the sea. It was the obvious choice.

“What if ... we fish beyond the reef?” Moana asked.

The fishermen seemed surprised. Tui and Sina were completely shocked.

“No one goes beyond the reef,” Tui said, trying to stay calm.

“I know, but if we have no fish in the lagoon—”

“Moana—”

“And there’s a whole ocean—”

Tui tried to reach for her, but Moana stepped to the front of the boat.

“We have one rule,” Tui said, raising his voice.

“An old rule, when there were fish—”

“A rule that keeps us safe instead of endangering our people!” yelled Tui.

Moana stared at her father, feeling both angry and ashamed of his outburst.

Tui was furious. He knew in his heart that Moana would always yearn to sail the open ocean, and he felt that she was selfishly looking for an excuse to do just that. He gritted his teeth, watching Moana standing steadfast on the boat, and then he pulled her back to the sand.

“Every time I think you’re past this ... ,” Tui said. Then he walked away. “No one goes beyond the reef!” he shouted as he picked up his pace, fuming.