双语读电影 《海洋奇缘》第15章 :我尽力了，祖母。可我——我还是做不到……

When the water finally calmed, Moana picked herself up off the hull and saw the damaged canoe. The sail was torn and the sides of the boat were cracked. She felt terrible, knowing it was all her fault, and looked around for Maui, fearing the worst. She spotted him and called out with great relief, “Maui! Oh, thank— You’re okay!”

Maui slowly turned, revealing his hook. A deep crack cut through the center of it from one end to the other. Moana’s heart sank.

“I told you to turn back,” he said softly.

“Maui ... I’m ... ,” Moana whispered.

Maui finally lifted his eyes to hers, and she could see how upset he was. She looked down at the fractured hook. “We can fix it,” she said.

“It was made by the gods! You can’t fix it.”

“Next time, we’ll be more careful. Te Kā was stuck on the barrier islands... . It’s lava; it can’t go in the water. We can find a way around.”

Maui stared at Moana, incredulous. “I’m not going back,” he said firmly.

“You still have to restore the heart.”

“My hook is cracked. One more hit, and it’s over.”

“Maui, you have to restore the heart,” Moana said, unwilling to give up.

“Without my hook, I’m nothing.”

“Maui—”

“WITHOUT MY HOOK, I AM NOTHING!” his voice boomed.

Maui’s anger took Moana’s breath away, and she stared at him, speechless. He dropped the heart of Te Fiti onto the hull of the boat.

“Maui ... ,” Moana said as he pushed past her, “we’re only here because you stole the heart in the first place.”

“We’re here because I keep listening when humans beg for my help. And I’m done.”

Moana picked up the heart of Te Fiti and faced Maui, standing strong. Determined, she started her speech once again. “I am Moana of Motunui, you will board my boat—”

“Goodbye, Moana,” Maui said, interrupting her, unwilling to listen.

“Sail across the sea—”

“I’m not killing myself so you can prove you’re something you’re not—”

“And restore the heart of Te Fiti!” she said desperately, holding up the heart, waving it at him. “The ocean chose me!” she cried.

Maui turned away. “It chose wrong,” he said. Then without another word, he transformed into a hawk and jumped up into the sky. Flapping his giant wings, he took off.

“Maui? Maui!” yelled Moana, watching him disappear into the darkness.

All alone, Moana looked down at the heart, now scratched and covered with ash. She touched its spiral with her finger and felt a rush of emotions. She couldn’t believe it was all over. She had come so far and tried so hard, but she had failed.

Under twinkling stars above, she looked out at the ocean. Its dark, rippling waves quietly stretched out as far as she could see. Moana had never felt so disappointed in herself. She stood on the boat as it bobbed to the beat of the waves, feeling empty and alone.

The ocean slowly drew up a small wave that faced her. “Why did you bring me here?” she asked, her eyes full of sadness. “He’s gone; you chose the wrong person.” She held the heart out. “You have to choose someone else. Choose someone else! CHOOSE SOMEONE ELSE!” Moana’s voice dropped as she said, “Please ...”

In the light of the moon, the ocean reached up and gently surrounded Moana’s hand. It took the heart, letting it float for only a moment. Moana watched as the heart slowly sank and disappeared once again, swallowed up by the sea.

Moana stood motionless. Overwhelmed by her failure, she fell to her knees at the bow of the boat and wept. With tears in her eyes, she looked down at the empty necklace and thought about Gramma Tala. The memory of her made Moana feel even worse.

Suddenly, a glimmer appeared far off on the horizon. It streaked through the dark ocean, racing toward her. The light rocketed under her boat, and she could see that it was a spectral manta ray. Moana watched as the beautiful ray effortlessly flapped its great fins, circling the canoe. Then, without warning, it vanished.

“You’re a long way past the reef,” said a familiar voice. Moana turned to see Gramma Tala sitting on the bow of the boat!

“Gramma?”

“Well, you just gonna sit there?” Gramma Tala asked.

“Gramma!” Moana said, stumbling across the boat to reach her. She fell into her gramma’s arms. “I tried, Gramma. I—I couldn’t make it... .”

Gramma Tala wiped Moana’s tears. “It’s not your fault. I never should have put so much on your shoulders. If you are ready to go home ... I will be with you.”

Moana nodded and reached for her oar. She lifted it up, but as she went to dip it in the water ... she stopped. She stared at the oar, feeling confused and uncertain.

“Why do you hesitate?” asked Gramma Tala.

“I don’t know,” said Moana, tearing up again. She didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t hear her voice inside and feared it might be gone forever.

Gramma Tala told her that her voice was always there; she only had to listen. Moana thought about her family and her island, the things she loved most. She recalled all she had been through and reflected on everything she had learned on her journey. She remembered finding Maui, learning to wayfind, and fighting off scary monsters in a strange underworld. She realized the history of where she was from, and her voyaging ancestors inspired her. As she continued to think of those strong, fearless ancestors, their ghostly images appeared in large ocean-voyaging canoes before her, encouraging her to continue on her quest.

As Moana looked into the sea, contemplating everything and listening to Gramma Tala’s wisdom, she heard a tiny voice inside herself again. She dug down deep, listening hard for it, and it became louder and stronger.

As she leaned over the side of the boat, she caught sight of the heart, far below the waves, glowing on the ocean floor, and she knew exactly who she was and what she had to do.

Feeling empowered, Moana dove off the side of the boat and swam down into the darkness, deeper and deeper, searching for the heart of Te Fiti. Just as she was about to run out of air, she reached the heart and grabbed it. She clutched it tightly, and the ocean pushed her through the water at lightning speed until she surfaced. When she got back on the boat, Gramma Tala and the ancestors were gone.

The night was silent when Moana resurfaced ... she was all alone. But she knew what she had to do now, and she was determined.

Moana repaired the damaged canoe, sewing the sail and mending its cracked sides. As she worked, she repeated to herself, “I am Moana of Motunui. Aboard my boat, I will sail across the sea ... and restore the heart of Te Fiti!”

Reinvigorated, and feeling more determined than ever, Moana tightened a line, swung the boom, filled the sail, and took off toward Te Fiti.