雙語讀電影 《海洋奇緣》第06章 :大海選中了你

While Tui led the village council, people complained about the poor harvest and the lack of fish. A worried chatter filled the fale. “More crops are turning black,” said one villager.

“We won’t have enough food,” said another.

“It’s happening all over the island,” said another.

The troubled sounds of the villagers began to build as the comments intensified and people all started talking at once.

Trying his best to calm them and regain order, Tui said, “Then we will dig new fields; we will—”

Suddenly, Moana burst in. “We can stop the darkness and save our island!” she shouted. “The heart of Te Fiti is real.”

Everyone stopped talking, and an awkward silence fell. They all stared at Moana as if she were crazy.

“There’s a cavern of boats, huge canoes... . We can take them, find Maui, make him restore the heart,” Moana continued, exhilarated. She held the heart up to Tui. “We were voyagers; we can voyage again.”

The villagers looked to Tui, confused and anxiously waiting for his response. Without a word, he pulled Moana out of the fale.

“You told me to help our people. This is how we help our people!” Moana said.

Tui walked past her, grabbing a torch. “I should’ve burned those boats a long time ago.”

“What? No!” Moana said, pulling on Tui’s arm. “We have to find Maui. We have to restore the heart!”

Tui grabbed the heart out of her hand. “There is no heart! This is just a rock!” he shouted, throwing it into the bushes.

“No!” Moana scrambled around, searching for the heart. She found it in the tall grass and clutched it in her hand, but then something else on the ground caught her eye: Gramma Tala’s walking stick.

Moana picked it up, concerned. “Gramma ...”

The blare of a conch shell wailed in the distance as a warrior raced up wearing a grave expression. “Chief,” he said. “Your mother!”

Moana ran toward Gramma Tala’s fale as fast as she could. She made her way through a group of villagers who circled the outside of the hut. Inside, Moana found Gramma Tala on her back, almost lifeless. Sina sat by her side. Tui rushed in, and he and Moana shared a worried look.

“We found her at the edge of the water,” said the warrior.

“What can be done?” asked Tui.

Moana watched him talk to the warrior, slowly moving closer to listen in on their conversation, when she felt a hand gently touch hers. She turned to see Gramma Tala reaching out to her and trying to whisper something.

Moana bent down close, putting her ear next to Gramma Tala’s lips.

“Go,” Gramma Tala whispered.

“Not now, I can’t,” said Moana.

“You must.” Gramma Tala’s voice sounded weak and raspy. “The ocean chose you. Follow the fishhook—”

“Gramma—”

“And when you find Maui, you grab him by the ear, and you say, ‘I am Moana of Motunui... . You will board my boat, sail across the sea, and restore the heart of Te Fiti.’”

“I can’t leave you,” said Moana with tears in her eyes.

“There is nowhere you could go that I won’t be with you. You will find a way, Moana,” Gramma Tala said, giving her a hongi. “You will find your way... .”

As the healer hurried in, Gramma Tala pressed her shell necklace into Moana’s hand and whispered, “Go.”

Moana glanced down at the necklace. She remembered seeing the first ancestor with the same sunrise shell necklace in the wayfinders’ cavern. He had placed it around the neck of the young wayfinder, someone who used the sun, wind, moon, stars, and currents to navigate with, who sailed off in search of new islands.

She wrapped her hand tightly around it and backed out of the fale. Outside, she looked up at the stars twinkling against the dark night sky and scanned them, searching for the constellation of Maui’s hook. She found it, and without another thought, Moana placed Te Fiti’s heart securely inside Gramma Tala’s necklace and fastened it around her neck. She had made up her mind. She was going to go.

Moana hurried to her fale and collected supplies. Sina appeared and surprised Moana by handing her a rope, along with a few more things for her journey. They stared at each other, trying to read each other’s thoughts. Then Sina moved aside, allowing Moana to walk by.

Moana hurried out of the village, passing a black banyan tree, its dead leaves crunching beneath her feet. She went to the secret cavern and climbed into one of the canoes.

Pushing off, she launched the boat and paddled through the great waterfall into the lagoon.

As she sailed out, she turned back toward her village and saw the light in Gramma Tala’s fale go out. Moana knew that meant Gramma had passed away, and she felt a great sadness. Suddenly, a glow appeared on the shore, catching her eye. It streaked through the water toward her. As it rocketed under the boat, she could see that it was a spectral manta ray. It continued toward the open ocean, breaching over the reef, illuminating a safe passage for Moana to follow.

With the light of the moon above and the manta ray below, Moana felt certain she was doing the right thing.

Determined, she paddled toward the reef, and as a wave swelled toward her, she opened her sail, ready to face it. She guided the canoe over the massive swell, riding the wave, and as it crashed, Moana blasted over the reef!

She looked back once more at the island of Motunui and watched as her home disappeared in the distance. Turning her eyes to the open ocean, Moana felt a rush of excitement.

She gazed up at the stars and focused on the constellation of Maui’s hook. With her fingers curled around the necklace, she set out to find the demigod.