Mysterious Island Page #3

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The arrangement was, once we landed,

I stopped being your prisoner.

The agreement was we'd go our own ways.

Either you come my way, under my command,

or you can fend for yourself.

All right.

-I'll find vegetables.

-Good.

And don't try and eat any of the food

you find until our cook has tasted it.

And who is ''our cook''?

You are.

I'm a civilian.

I don't have to take orders from you,

whatever army you're in.

That's legally correct, Mr. Spilett,

but I was under the impression...

...that you'd joined my command.

Joined? I was drafted.

Captain, why don't we turn this island

into a democracy and elect a leader?

One who won't keep escaping to places

which need escaping from.

Because all of us here are still at war,

and I happen to be the ranking officer.

Still at war! All right, I'll cook.

I thought you would, Mr. Spilett.

I'm the butcher man. I'll keep you busy.

Hey, take it easy.

The landscape everywhere was a mixture

of the strange and the beautiful.

Volcanoes surrounded by tropical palms

and sandy beaches.

A riot of wonderful

hues and fantastic colours.

And except for that fire we found

on the first day...

...there was no evidence

that man had ever set foot here before.

We saw birds, and many overgrown plants,

as if patches of nature had gone wild.

t was a rugged trek upwards.

Our physical condition

caused us to tire readily...

...and we were never

sure of our footing.

Then finally we came to the shore

of what must have been...

...the other side of the island.

So help me, whales.

Those aren't whales.

They're geysers.

Now we know where

we can get a hot bath.

All right, gentlemen,

we'll make this our rendezvous.

Now, Mr. Spilett, I'll take Neb.

You take Pencroft and Herbert.

Take them where, Captain?

To hunt for food.

Neb.

The animals will wait.

Let's take a swim.

Come on, Pencroft.

Help me! Help me!

Get down here!

You almost got him.

Don't let him get away!

Pencroft, the rope. Come on!

Come on!

Pull it!

I'll get him.

Here, get hold of this.

Don't let him get away!

Hang on, Pencroft!

Try and turn it over on its back.

Look after him, Spilett!

Try and get it over the edge!

Heave!

That's the best crab I ever cooked.

We'd be more impressed, Mr. Spilett,

if you'd put it in the pot by yourself.

Dance!

Scoot in there. That a boy.

That's a mighty big crab.

Captain, how do you suppose

it ever got that big?

-I'd like to know myself.

-From eating the giant oysters obviously.

-I guess I didn't help you much with it.

-You did all right, son.

No, I was scared.

It was the same with

getting in the balloon.

I couldn't move until I was shot at.

One shot,

and my mind was made up, too.

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