Nim's Island Page #4

No!

Jack?

Daddy?

Oh, no.

Freddie!

It's a mess in here, eh, Selk?

No power. This rots.

Jack?

Can you hear me?

Jack... Michael... Rusoe?

Daddy, can you hear me?

Jack?

Come in, Daddy!

Jack? Daddy?

Protozoa Nim.

Leak. Leak is not good.

Nobody likes a leak.

Oh.

Middle of nowhere.

No mast. No satellite.

Sinking ship.

How do I get back to Nim?

He's not even due back till tomorrow, right, Fred?

Nothin' to worry about.

Gotta get food. I gotta get strength.

I gotta get back to Nim.

That's my fish! I saw it first!

What? Huh?

Who are you?

Do I know you?

You're one of Nim's friends?

I must be gettin' sunstroke. Talkin' to a bird.

You just come back with Protozoa Nim!

I will! I'll see ya Thursday!

- I love you!

- Love you tool

I'll radio you tonight!

It's a mess in here, eh, Selk?

Alex Rover?

He's writing to us again?

"Dear Nim, are you Jack's research associate?

"Perhaps you can help me.

I'm up against a very serious deadline.

"Jack wrote of a volcano where you live.

Are you familiar with it?

Sincerely,

Alex Rover. "

Dear Alex Rover,

we do have a volcano-

"Only we call it

Fire Mountain.

It hasn't exploded in years, but when it did,

the sky went completely white with ash. "

That's excellent.

"Sky white with ash. " I like that image.

All right. Dear Nim, can one really

see bubbling lava...

inside the mouth of a volcano?

Send.

All right.

I can't wait for that.

Oh, no. Mailman.

Oh, no. Hey!

Uh- Uh- Excuse me!

Can you just leave it on the porch?

Can you just leave it

under the door?

Ouch.

Dear Alex Rover...

I'm not sure what it looks like inside

a volcano, but I'll let you know soon.

Sincerely, Nim,

Jack's research associate.

Oh, so much mail.

I just open the door. Open the door, no big deal.

Just get the mail,

get the mail.

Okay, Fred. No big deal.

Let's do this.

I can do it.

I can do it.

Everyone turns knobs.

You can do it. Come on.

Come on. Just a little farther.

Okay, grab it.

One, two, three.

Oh.

Who needs mail?

I can get it tomorrow.

Hmm, interesting.

Not really lava as much as

dry, craggy rock.

I can't wait to tell Alex Rover.

Galileo, we were worried about you!

Where'd you go?

We're just doing some research for Alex Rove-

What's that? Hold on, Fred!

Oh, come on.

Come on, open up!

Open! Unclip, unclip!

Come on!

Aah!

Fred, are you okay?

- Let's, um- Let's not tell Jack

we came here, okay?

"Dear Alex Rover, my volcano expedition

didn't go well at all.

I fell down the face of the mountain

and got a nasty five-inch cut on my leg. "

Oh, my. All because of me.

"It's very swollen

and now pus is coming out.

P. S. How would you handle

a five-inch gash with pus coming out?"

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