雙語(yǔ)讀電影 《海洋奇緣》第09章 :沒(méi)有魚(yú)鉤，怎么變身！

“Kakamora,” sighed Maui.

“Kaka—what?” asked Moana.

“Kakamora. Murdering little pirates. Wonder what they’re here for,” he said sarcastically, giving Moana an irritated look.

As the Kakamora approached, Moana saw a strange-looking, island-sized vessel. A little warrior in coconut armor stood on top of it, and then two more warriors ran up to join him. They knocked on their shells with their knuckles, communicating with each other in snappy little beats.

“They’re ... kinda ... cute?” said Moana, confused.

The coconut warriors used their fingers to paint red angry faces on their shells, and big bass drums sounded as their chief beat out a thunderous rhythm. The chief aimed a battle-ax at the heart of Te Fiti in Moana’s hand, and the Kakamora immediately started loading dozens of spears into their catapults.

“What do we do?” Moana asked, looking to the ocean. “Do something! Help us!”

“Good luck,” said Maui. “The ocean doesn’t help you; you help yourself!”

Maui rushed to the back of the boat. “Tighten the yard! Bind the stays!” he yelled. Moana stood, confused, and Maui looked at her incredulously. “You can’t sail?”

“I ... uh ... I am self-taught,” said Moana. “Can’t you shape-shift or something?”

“You see my hook? Hello?” said Maui. “No hook, no powers!”

The Kakamora took aim and shot their spears through the air, sinking them into the side of the boat. The spears had ropes tethered to them, and the giant vessel started to reel them in!

The chief knocked on his shell, drumming out another order, and the Kakamora’s vessel separated into three!

“Their boat is TURNING INTO MORE BOATS!” said Moana, panicking.

Suddenly, dozens of Kakamora warriors jumped onto the ropes and zip-lined toward them. One by one, Maui pulled the spears out before the coconut bandits could make it across. Meanwhile, Moana struggled, trying with all her might to pull out one of the spears.

Finally, she yanked it from the mast of the ship and smiled smugly at Maui. “Yup, I just did that,” she bragged.

Bonk! A Kakamora landed on her head. There was a spear high up on the mast that neither of them had seen! In a flash, the Kakamora army descended on them, knocking Moana to the deck. The heart of Te Fiti fell from her necklace. Moana scrambled for it as it rolled across the hull, but Heihei got to it first and gobbled it up with one peck!

“Heihei!” Moana shouted. The Kakamora grabbed Heihei and raced back up the mast. Moana tried to reach them, but the Kakamora held the rope and cut it, swinging back to their main vessel. “They took the heart!” Moana yelled.

Maui looked at the Kakamora holding Heihei. “That is a chicken.”

“The heart’s in the—” Moana started, but realized there was no time to explain. “We have to get him back!” she urged.

Two more Kakamora vessels were coming their way. Maui jumped to the other side of the boat, causing it to flip up and sail back toward the main vessel. “Chee-hoo!” he yelled.

Moana watched in awe, amazed and impressed by Maui’s bold move. She spotted the Kakamora holding Heihei, boarding the main vessel. Moana pointed them out to Maui, but Maui veered to the side. She realized he was not trying to get to Heihei—he was trying to escape!

“What are you doing?” shouted Moana. “The heart!”

“Forget it, you’ll never get it back!” said Maui. “Besides, you got a better one.” He grinned, holding up the oar he had autographed with a heart and a fishook. Moana grabbed the oar right out of Maui’s hands and jumped onto the main vessel as they passed.

“Hey—what am I gonna steer with?” Maui shouted, annoyed. “THEY’RE JUST GONNA KILL YA!” he added, calling after her.

Moana leapt up to a higher level of the vessel and came face to face with a wall of Kakamora. A devious smile crept across her face. “Coconuts ... ,” she said, formulating a plan as she moved.

Whack! She used her oar to bat them aside as she raced across the vessel, knocking down each one in her path. On the other side of the boat, Moana spotted a warrior presenting his chief with Heihei. After whacking more coconuts out of her way, she whizzed by the chief, snatched Heihei, and kept on running.

The Kakamora ran after her, shooting blow darts. One accidentally hit their chief and knocked him unconscious. The guilty warrior shuffled his feet sheepishly as his partner gave him a scolding shove with his elbow.

Gripping her oar in one hand and Heihei in the other, Moana sprinted toward a rope. She put Heihei in her mouth and leapt onto the rope, swinging all the way to the other side of the boat. As more Kakamora warriors approached, she grabbed one of their roped spears and threw it at her boat, sticking it into its side. Then she jumped up and wrapped her oar over the rope. Holding on, she used it to zip-line across, launching herself into the air toward Maui and the canoe.

Moana landed on top of Maui and triumphantly held up Heihei, who puked up the heart. “Got it!” she said proudly, catching the heart in her hand. She looked around and noticed that they were surrounded by Kakamora boats. “Oh.”

Maui grabbed the oar and pulled the sail. The Kakamora continued to shoot blow darts at them, but Maui expertly sailed and maneuvered the boat through a small gap. Maui and Moana escaped just in time, the Kakamora boats colliding with each other as they tried to cut off their exit!

“Woo-hoo!” cheered Moana, watching the Kakamora boats sink. “Come on ... let me hear it... .”

Moana waited, expecting to hear big compliments from Maui.

“Congratulations on not being dead,” Maui said. “You surprised me, Curly,” he added warmly. Then he quickly changed his tune. “But I’m still not taking that thing back.”

Moana stared at Maui, unwilling to take no for an answer.

“You wanna get to Te Fiti, you gotta go through a whole ocean of bad—not to mention Te Kā,” said Maui. “Lava monster? Ever defeat a lava monster?” He showed her his tattoo of Te Kā.

“No,” said Moana casually. “Have you?”

Mini Maui winced and gave Moana a check mark on a little tattoo scorecard. Maui looked at Moana, unamused. “I’m not going on a suicide mission with some ... mortal. You can’t restore the heart without me ... and me says no. I’m getting my hook.”

Maui sat down, and Moana looked at him and all of his tattoos, recognizing that the best way to manipulate the demigod was by playing to his giant ego. “You’d be a hero,” she said, sitting down next to him as he rifled through her supplies and pulled out a banana. “That’s what you’re all about, right?”

“Little girl,” said Maui, peeling the banana, “I am a hero.” He took a big bite.

“Maybe you were... . But now—now you’re just the guy who stole the heart of Te Fiti ... the guy who cursed the world. You’re no one’s hero.” Moana grabbed the half-eaten banana from Maui and finished it.

Maui scoffed. “No one?” He looked out at the ocean, and it drew up a wave and moved back and forth, as if shaking its head.

Moana held up the heart. “But put the heart back? Save the world? You’d be everyone’s hero.” Moana whispered in his ear, mimicking the cheer of a crowd, “MAUI, MAUI, MAUI!” As she chanted, Mini Maui and a crowd of tattoos jumped up and down, pretending to be great fans.

Maui got lost in the idea for a moment and then swatted her away like a gnat. “We’d never make it past Te Kā. Not without my hook,” he said, dismissing the idea.

“Then we get it,” said Moana. “We get your hook, take out Te Kā, restore the heart.” She extended her hand. “Unless you don’t wanna be Maui, demigod of the wind and sea, hero to ... all.”

Maui considered it and looked at Mini Maui, who was jumping up and down with excitement. Maui placed a finger on him and scooted him onto his back again. “We get my hook first,” he said.

Moana nodded. “Then save the world. Deal?” She extended her hand to shake on it.

“Deal.” He took Moana’s hand and swiftly chucked her overboard. The ocean lifted her right back onto the boat.

Maui shrugged. “Worth a shot.”