The Island at the Top of the World Page #4

Tell us what happened

when you left here to find the island.

- Island?

- Don't try to play that game with me.

Oomiak, I think

you've seen this before.

This is where the whales go to die.

It's the island Donald was looking for.

Well, speak up, man.

My mind forgets.

Is The Fearless One afraid to help us?

We travelled many days.

Evil spirits watch us

when we find island.

They make big blizzard.

Then they attack us.

I fight like bear. Ah!

Fight like bear,

but evil spirits too strong!

So you ran away and left my son?

No, we both run, blind in snow.

When blizzard stop,

I search for many hours.

No Donald.

I tell truth.

You, Donald's father.

I, Donald's friend.

- His whole story is a pack of lies.

- Maybe.

But he's the only chance we have.

He could show us where he lost him

and start searching there.

I don't suppose

there's any chance he'd go.

No, Sir, none at all.

Nothing on earth

would make him go back.

Nothing on earth.

Why don't you let one of them on.

He can tell the others about it.

- No. You let one aboard...

- What about this fellow?

He's been a great help. Would you

like to see the inside of the airship?

Me?

- Yes, I like.

- Good man.

Give him a hand, Captain.

Why don't you show him around.

- Perhaps we can win him over.

- Well, we can try.

Captain, a word with you.

Captain?

No, no, no, Monsieur.

Quite impossible.

There is no room,

and we are overloaded now.

We could leave the mechanic.

Pick him up on the way back.

You ask me to fly

without the mechanic?

But you have me.

Just tell me what to do.

I could,

but you wouldn't do it.

Looks like we're ready to leave.

I better take you down.

Let go the lines there.

Wait, Oomiak's still onboard.

Hang it all, he's the only one

who knows where Donald went to.

We could bring him back

after he's helped us to find him.

Sir Anthony, since

I no longer have a mechanic,

may I suggest that you first

make fast the door,

then go aloft

and take in the landing lines.

Aye, aye, Captain.

We're here.

We can only guess

how far the island is.

This Eskimo map is a little vague.

It's a lot to gamble

on a piece of bone.

He's not much help to us either.

Did you expect him to be?

Sir Anthony.

Come up, please.

There's been a report.

- What is it?

- Look over there.

- Whales.

- White whales.

Beluga. Indigenous to the Arctic.

Now look over there.

I say, that one's quite different.

The California grey. It's supposed

to be found only in the Pacific.

A narwhal, the unicorn of the sea.

That's a rare sight, Sir Anthony.

By Jove, there are whales everywhere.

All kinds of whales.

And all moving in the same direction.

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