双语读电影 《海洋奇缘》第05章 :进去吧……去敲击大鼓……找到答案

At the very edge of the island, the moon glowed high above. Gramma Tala carried a torch and climbed a steep path, with Moana following. It was a treacherous path of jagged lava rocks along dark crashing waves that erupted in sprays of sea foam. Gramma Tala stopped for a moment to catch her breath before continuing. Moana tried to help her, but Gramma Tala shooed her away, determined to do it on her own.

“You’ve been told all our people’s stories ... but one,” said Gramma Tala, continuing the climb. She held up her walking stick and used it to move aside a tangle of overgrown vines. Behind them were large stones that blocked a hidden lava tube. Gramma Tala used her stick to try to loosen one of the stones, but it wouldn’t budge.

“What is this place?” asked Moana, helping to move the rock.

“You really think our ancestors stayed within the reef?” Gramma Tala asked, her eyes flashing in the dancing light of the torch.

Moana knocked down the rest of the rocks, revealing a large opening. A gust of wind whipped through the cavern, blowing her hair from her face and sending a chill that tingled through her body.

“Ooooooh,” Gramma Tala said with an air of mystery.

“What’s in there?” Moana asked, her curiosity growing by the second.

“The answer.”

“To what?”

“The question you keep asking yourself. Who are you meant to be?” Gramma Tala handed her the torch. “Go inside ... bang the drum ... and find out.”

Moana stared into the darkness for a moment before slowly climbing through the hole and into the dark lava tube.

Carefully placing one foot in front of the other, she walked past dripping walls. As she moved deeper, a low rumbling sound began to build, and soon she could tell it was the sound of a waterfall. Intrigued, she picked up her pace. When she stepped around an enormous boulder, she saw something that nearly knocked her to her knees—a giant hidden cavern filled with dozens of ocean-voyaging boats!

She rushed toward the boats in awe and ran her hand along their smooth wooden sides, looking up at the majestic sails towering above. She jumped from boat to boat, exploring them, amazed by their beauty and intrigued by the adventures they must have seen.

The wide waterfall poured into the cavern’s glistening pool. It also helped disguise the entrance from the sea so that it could not be seen from the outside. A canoe floated at the foot of the waterfall. Excited, Moana jumped onto the hull and maneuvered the boom. As the sail swung around, it revealed a massive double-hulled canoe behind it. Each hull was a support float that helped the boat stay steady on the ocean. Moana knew by looking at it, that the canoe had carried many things.

Moana climbed onto the double-hulled canoe’s upper deck and noticed a log drum. “Bang the drum,” she said to herself, repeating her grandmother’s words.

Moana picked up a thick pair of wooden sticks that sat beside the drum and tentatively banged on it. Nothing happened. She banged again, this time a bit louder, and waited, wondering if something was going to happen. It was quiet for another moment, but then suddenly she heard an echo—a rhythm as clear as an old, familiar song.

Moana listened carefully, then banged out the same rhythm, and something did happen. Whoosh! The chilly wind returned, and lines of torches magically lit, illuminating the tapa sail of the boat.

Moana stared at the sail as it filled with wind and began to move, rhythmically waving. The drum continued to play, banging out an ancient pattern that reverberated against the stone cavern walls, filling it with music.

In Moana’s imagination, a shadowy sea came to life on the sail, as if it were right in front of her. It played out the story of her ancestors: voyagers who navigated the ocean by the wind, the moon, and the stars at night. They used the sun, waves, and currents to find their way during the day. Captivated, Moana watched as the sail showed how the adventurous group voyaged from island to island over the rolling swells of the ocean, unafraid of its endlessness, unafraid of the far-off horizon line. They were confident and proud. And when it was time to find a new home, they bravely sailed across the ocean to find one.

“We were voyagers,” Moana said, letting the surprising fact sink into her mind. “We were voyagers!” she repeated. She could hardly contain her excitement.

Outside the secret cavern, Gramma Tala could hear Moana as she raced back out yelling, “WE WERE VOYAGERS!” Shaking, she sat down next to Gramma Tala on a rock and asked, “Why’d we stop?”

Gramma Tala grunted and said one word: “Maui.” She pointed to the horizon, and Moana pictured it coming to life in her mind, seeing images to match Gramma Tala’s tale. “When he stole from the mother island, darkness fell, Te Kā awoke, monsters lurked, and boats stopped coming back. To protect our people, the ancient chiefs forbade voyaging and we forgot who we were.” She looked up at the island. “And the darkness has continued to spread, chasing out fish, draining the life from island after island.”

Snapping out of the story, Gramma Tala motioned to the bluff. It was turning black! Moana touched a darkened vine, and it crumbled in her hand, leaving nothing but a pile of dust.

“Our island!” Moana said, concerned.

“But one day, someone will journey beyond our reef, find Maui, deliver him across the great ocean to restore the heart of Te Fiti ... ,” said Gramma Tala.

Gramma Tala placed a special stone in Moana’s hand. Moana gazed at its spiral and suddenly remembered finding it all those years ago after the conch shell. “... and save us all,” Moana said, mesmerized.

Gramma Tala smiled. “I was there,” she said. “The ocean chose you.”

“I—I thought it was a dream,” said Moana, tracing the stone’s deep-ridged spiral. It was the heart of Te Fiti.

As she continued to drag her finger, the water whirled faster and faster around them, forming a circle in the shallows, with Moana at its center. The majestic whirlpool rose around them, exhibiting its strength and power.

“Nope,” Gramma Tala said, assuring Moana it had not been a dream. Then she pointed her walking stick at the sky, showing Moana a hook constellation. “Our ancestors believed Maui lies at the bottom of his hook. Follow it; you will find him.”

Moana stared at the heart in her hand. “But ... why would it choose me?” she asked. “I don’t even know how to get past the reef.” She thought for a moment and suddenly said, “But I know who does!”

Moana got up and ran toward the village as fast as she could.

Gramma Tala watched Moana go and sat back down, exhaling.