雙語(yǔ)讀電影 《海洋奇緣》第08章 :喂！你得把特菲提之心放回原位！

Moana clutched her oar in one hand and Heihei in the other as she ducked behind the boat, trying to prepare herself. “Maui, demigod of the wind and sea? I am Moana of Motunui. You will board my boat—no—you will board my boat—you will board my boat, yeah.”

“Boat!” a deep voice rumbled all around her. “A BOAT!”

A man suddenly appeared, but he was more like a mountain! His dark, muscular body was covered in a tapestry of tattoos, and a wild, curly mop of black hair fell around his broad shoulders. A necklace of whale teeth hung around his neck, and he wore a skirt made of big green banana leaves. The man smiled from ear to ear, revealing a slight gap in his two front teeth, as he joyfully lifted the boat. “THE GODS HAVE GIVEN ME A B— AGH!” He was so shocked to see Moana that he almost dropped the boat on her head. He lifted it again but only saw Heihei, buried in the sand up to his neck. Confused, he looked around.

Moana popped up behind him. “Maui?”

As he turned to face Moana, the boat he was still holding almost knocked her down.

Moana recovered, and as Maui loomed over her, she forced the words to come out of her mouth. “Shape-shifter? Demigod of the wind and sea?” Moana tried her best to sound confident. She took a deep breath. “I am Moan—”

“Hero of men,” Maui said, interrupting her.

“What?”

“Maui, shape-shifter, demigod of the wind and sea, hero of men. I interrupted. From the top—hero of men. Go,” Maui instructed her.

“Uh— I am Mo—” Moana started.

“Sorry, sorry, and women. Men and women—both, all—not a guy/girl thing—hero to all,” Maui said. “You’re doing great,” he added in a whisper.

Confused, Moana pushed her oar toward him. “What—no, I’m here to—” Moana started.

“Of course, yes, Maui always has time for his fans,” said Maui, assuming she was just too taken with his charm and beauty to speak coherently. He grabbed the oar from her and picked up Heihei, gripping him like a pen. Then he used Heihei’s beak to scratch the symbol of a hook onto the oar, signing his autograph. He added a heart. He winked at her as he finished signing with a dramatic flair. “Eh? I know, not every day you meet your hero—”

Moana looked down at the autograph and then jabbed Maui in the gut with the oar. He doubled over, and she grabbed his ear.

“You are not my hero! You are the dirt basket who stole the heart of Te Fiti!” she yelled, showing him the heart. “And you will board my boat, sail across the sea, and put it back!” She tried to pull Maui toward the boat, but it was like trying to move a brick wall. He wouldn’t budge. Maui placed his giant hand on top of Moana’s head and pulled her off the ground with ease. He set her down on the sand and looked at her, a bit confused.

“Um, yeah ... almost sounded like you don’t like me, which is impossible, because everyone knows I only got stuck here trying to get the heart for you mortals... . But what I believe you were trying to say ... is thank you,” said Maui.

“Thank you?” Moana was stunned.

“You’re welcome,” replied Maui.

“What? No, that’s not—I wasn’t—” said Moana, sputtering to try to explain.

Once again, Maui interrupted her and started talking more specifically about how great he was.

Maui pointed out one of his tattoos, showing it to Moana. It was a small image of himself—a Mini Maui. The tattoo came to life and gave Maui a high five. Then Mini Maui hopped across Maui’s body, from tattoo to tattoo, as Maui told Moana about all the wonderful things he had done for the world.

Moana watched, amazed, as the animated tattoos played out the stories of Maui’s great accomplishments. One tattoo showed how Maui stole fire from the fierce earthquake god to bring it to the humans. Another showed him lassoing the sun to stretch out the daylight hours. With Mini Maui acting as guide, the tattoos continued to illustrate how Maui had helped humankind with just about everything: the sky, the tides, the breeze, the grass—even the coconut trees!

Once he had finished describing his glorious past, Maui smiled and said one final “You’re welcome.” Then he swiftly shoved Moana into a cave, rolled a boulder over the entrance, and trapped her inside! “Thank you,” he added. Moana yelled, but Maui simply skipped down to the beach, excited to get into Moana’s canoe and finally leave the island.

Mini Maui pulled at Maui’s arm angrily. “What?” said Maui, looking at the tattoo. “No, I’m not going to Te Fiti with some kid; I’m gonna go get my hook. You have yours; I need mine.” Maui put a finger on the tattoo. “Talk to the back,” he said, flicking it over his shoulder and onto his back.

Bagock! clucked Heihei.

Maui grabbed Heihei by the neck and smiled as he eyed the rooster. “Boat snack!” he said. Then he hauled the canoe into the water and climbed on board.

Inside Maui’s cave, Moana threw her body against the boulder, but it was far too big and heavy for her to move. She looked around, searching for another way out, and sprinted into a narrow canyon. It dead-ended at a platform where Maui had been sculpting a life-sized statue of himself. Moana scanned the area, looking for options. It seemed as though the only way out was up through the steep funnel cliff. But how could she get to it?

She climbed the statue of Maui, which was so tall it reached the top of the cave. Then she pressed her feet against the side of the cave, using all her strength to push the statue over on its side. She jumped on top of it and rode it as it tumbled toward the opening. Once she was directly underneath the funnel, she leapt up and wedged her body into the opening. With her hands and feet flat against the narrow walls, she climbed toward the blue sky.

Meanwhile, Maui danced on the deck of the boat. “Goodbye, island!” he sang. Mini Maui nudged him. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s a beautiful cave; she’s gonna love it,” he said. Then he looked at Heihei. “And I’m gonna love you. In my belly. Let’s fatten you up, Drumstick,” he said, sprinkling food for the rooster.

Heihei pecked around but kept missing the bits of food.

Moana made it all the way to the top of the funnel cliff. When she reached the opening, she thrust her body out, feet first. From the cliff, she spotted Maui in the ocean below and sprinted ahead. Then she yelled like a warrior and fearlessly jumped off the rocky overhang toward him. But Moana fell short and belly-flopped into the water.

“I could watch that all day,” Maui said. “Okay, enjoy the island. Maui out!” Maui trimmed the sail, or moved the sails so they got the most wind, and took off, leaving Moana in his wake.

Moana swam after him but was not getting any closer to the boat. “No!” she yelled. “Stop! HEY! You have to put back the heart—stop! Maui! MAUI!”

Just then, the ocean sucked Moana underwater and dragged her toward Maui at turbo speed. It carried her all the way to the boat, lifted her up, and dumped her on board. She stood there dripping wet as she and Maui stared at each other, shocked.

“Did not see that coming,” said Maui.

Moana boldly faced Maui and started her speech. “I am Moana of Motunui. This is my canoe, and you will journey to Te Fiti—”

Moana screeched as Maui picked her up and tossed her overboard. Mini Maui popped back up, mad at him. “Get over it,” Maui said to the tattoo figure. “We’ve gotta move.”

But before Maui could start sailing—floomp!—the ocean tossed Moana back onto the front of the boat.

“And she’s back,” said Maui.

“I am Moana of Motunuiiii—”

Maui dug the oar into the water, putting on the brakes, which caused Moana to fall off again. In a flash, the ocean put her right back onto the boat.

“It was Moana, right?” said Maui, wearing a deadpan expression.

“Yes, and you will restore the heart—” she said, holding the heart out to Maui. He grabbed it and threw it a mile out to sea.

Whack! The ocean threw it right back, knocking Maui in the head. He looked at Moana. “Okay, I’m out,” he said, diving over the side.

But just as he hit the water, the sea threw him back onto the boat. “OH, COME ON!” he shouted. The ocean splashed him in the face.

“What is your problem?” said Moana. “Are ... you afraid of it?” She held the heart closer to Maui, and he backed up.

“No,” Maui said, chuckling nervously. “No, I’m not afraid.”

Mini Maui disagreed, nodding and nervously biting his fingernails to show Moana the truth: Maui was definitely afraid of the heart.

Maui scowled at the tattoo. “Stay out of it, or I will put you on my butt,” he said. Then he turned to Moana. “Stop it. That’s not a heart; it’s a curse. Second I took it, I got blasted outta the sky and lost my hook. Get it away.”

“Get this away?” Moana said, taunting him, inching the heart closer and closer. She was thoroughly enjoying seeing him squirm. “I am a demigod; I will smite you,” said Maui, dodging her. “You wanna get smote? Smoten? Agh! Listen to me—that thing doesn’t create life; it’s a homing beacon of death. You don’t put it away, bad things will come for it!”

“Come for this? The heart? You mean THIS HEART RIGHT HERE?”

Maui was getting worried and stammered as she waved it around his face. “Hey—will ya—cut it—” Fed up, he faced Moana and firmly said, “You’re gonna get us killed.”

“No, I’m gonna get us to Te Fiti so you can put it back. Thank you,” said Moana. Then, deepening her voice to mimic Maui, she said, “You’re welcome.”

Thunk! A huge spear soared through the air and sank into the side of their boat, barely missing Heihei. The clueless rooster started pecking at it. Moana and Maui looked around to see where the spear had come from. Through the fog, they could barely make out a large silhouette... . Whatever it was, it was getting closer.