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I don't even know where to start.

Sometimes I blame Charlie Foresett, but I'm just kidding.

And yet if I hadn't been in the habit of visiting him

every weekend back then, I wouldn't have been on a

ferry in San Francisco Bay this February morning.

I remember quite well standing by the reeling and

watching the thick fog roll over the water.

I was struck by the thought of how meaningful it is for

people to share jobs and tasks.

Without having studied shipping, I was able to visit

my friend across the bay.

What a pleasant feeling, leaving the care of mist,

wind, tides to another to the captain, the lursen.

The knowledge and skills of an individual, half a

thousand, who were as ignorant as I was.

In turn, I was able to focus my energies on something else.

At the time, I was writing about an investigation

into Edgar Elm Poe's position in American literature.

By the way, I had just noticed an essay published in

the Atlantic about it.

I don't know the weather, you can get gray hair.

The Altines was a reliable steamboat that brought

all the passengers safety.

For years now, she's been driving the San Salito San

Francisco route without incident.

It's already a masterpiece for those up there.

Do they really believe it, but they've got their

instruments for it.

I don't think that's anything special about them.

They'll rule their cause like we rule ABC.

The compass indicates the direction, speed and

distance are known.

Everything else that remains is just a matter of

exact mathematical calculation.

It's as simple as ABC, exact mathematical calculation.

What about the waterfall and flood here at the Golden

Gate, for example?

How fast is the descent and how strong is the drift?

Did you hear that?

That was a pair of bell goggles, and the ship's

already changing course.

Control board 10.

Control board 10.

Or it's on board 10.

Or with ships.

Or lies with ships.

The fog was getting thicker.

You couldn't see him in front of you, you were trapped

in a fog.

This grey veil turned everything into a big,

permeable mystery.

And man seemed to be driven by a strange desire to move

blindly and noisyly into the depths of this mystery

on large wooden and steel shelves.

But the truth is, we all felt cramped.

We were right in the middle of the bay.

The next coastal peak, the Tikkanagerhorn, was

seven miles east of Martinez.

In an hour, we'd be tied to San Salito's wedge.

The wind is coming from the wrong direction.

A ferry?

He stays on course.

The guy's not fucking sticking to the right of way!

We noticed something, too.

It's all right.

Stop the machine!

Machine back full!

Signal helicopters!

These images are as sharply embedded in my memory as a

real picture.

What happened on the lifeboats matched exactly the

descriptions I knew from books.

Everyone was just thinking about saving themselves.

And so the hopes of many were quickly shattered.

Those who were not fortunate enough to reach one of

the few lifeboats clinged to some kind of lifeboat.

But the water was so frozen that the body froze and you

feared losing consciousness.

The stranger steamer who owed us our misfortune did

not let anyone hear of him.

The light under the deck was still burning for an

amazing amount of time.

Then it started flickering, finally completely extinguishing.

How I got off deck, I don't know.

I felt a heavy blow and I got black in my eyes.

But the cold water quickly brought me back to consciousness.

The water had entered the engine room, the boilers exploded.

It was like the last sinking ship, like the last tree

in his lifetime.

Then his heart stopped.

The more I drifted away, the more distant the voices

sounded to me, until they died completely after one

last sudden blast.

I knew what that meant.

The Martinez was gone.

No doubt it was the weeping of a dog.

In my excitement, all I could think about was the name

of my own dog.

But it was still.

A cold, endless silence.

I didn't know how much time had passed.

I had lost all time.

Where am I even going?

I had probably been driven long ago to the high sea, to

the gray, chaotic infinity.

I thought I couldn't trust my eyes.

Was that reality or imagination?

And the more tangible the ship became, the more

confused my mind became.

I should have called, but I didn't make a sound.

With all my willpower, I tried to fight the

suffocating emptiness and darkness that

threatened to overwhelm me.

A stomp always lifted me up again and again to plunge

me down into nothingness.

A giant gong sounded.

The stamping was nothing more than the rolling of a

ship in the sea and the gong was simply a frying pan

that a creature's cell hit.

It was a disgusting barbecue, a ship's café, but the

heat kept me alive.

Thank you very much, Mr Johnson.

It's all right.

Thank you very much, Mr Johnson.

Do you have some dry stuff for me?

Yeah, I'll check in my box later if she doesn't mind

getting something from me.

What kind of ship is this?

Where's it going?

From the driving lions, just southwest, as early as

August, to the capture of raccoons off Japan.

Where's the captain?

I need to talk to him right away.

The captain is Wolf Larsen.

At least that's what they call him here.

Whether he's in Iba, you know, he's safe.

They're also a little wet, but better than theirs

until they're dry again.

At first glance, I didn't like this person.

The way he dressed me half increased my desire to recover.

I should have been grateful.

And who am I to thank for this kind help?

It's deadly, sir.

Thomas Murder, at your service.

Thank you very much.

I won't forget you when my things are dry again.

Thank you, sir.

The fog was gone.

To the east, where the California coast had to lie,

there was nothing to discover.

Even without Murgerich's clue, I knew it could only

be one.

The captain, Wolf Larsen.

And I should have found out right away what tied the

whole crew up and set him up like this.

There is no doubt about that.

Get out, get out of here.

The man was dead.

And now something happened that I never expected.

According to the captain, the deceased had

possessed the unfrozenness of poisoning himself

with cheap liquor in San Francisco and at the very

beginning before he could make himself useful.

And close the pig.

You'll find old suffering a blessing.

What are we hanging on his feet, sir?

As a weight?

We'll find something.

Hey, Smut, get a sack of coal.

Maybe someone has a Bible or something?

What about you?

Then we'll just let him go if our shipwrecked pastor

doesn't memorize the funeral service at sea.

You're the pastor, aren't you?

I'm not a pastor.

I guess it's your job to give this man a decent funeral.

What kind of profession do you have?

I'm a gentleman, you know.

My answer was stupid.

I figured it out as soon as I got it out.

Can you make a living?

What do you live on?

Who's feeding you?

I have money, if that's what you want to know.

I'd like to talk to you about something else.

Who earned the fortune?

I thought about it.

It's your father.

You're standing at the feet of a dead man.

You've never earned a cent yourself.

You're not even capable of feeding your hungry

stomach three meals from sunrise to sunset.

Bless your feet.

You owe your tender hands to your dead father's fists.

Just used to wash dishes, like a kitchen boy.

I wish to be landed.

I will, of course, pay you for the loss of time and

effort you put in.

You decide the price.

I'll make you a very different suggestion.

The driver's dead.

A sailor must take the place of the steward.

The Compound Boy will be a sailor, and you will take

his place.

You sign a contract for the trip and you get $20 a month

and free food.

What do you think?

I don't think that would hurt you.

They might learn to stand on their own feet and maybe

even walk a little on you.

The ship will soon pass by us.

Since it's facing us, it's assuming it's going to San Francisco.

Very likely.

You little cook!

Hey, little cook!

Where's the boy?

Tell him to come here.

What's your name, boy?

You're from Telegraph Hill, of course.

That betrays your rat at ten miles.

It's the real deal.

I know what kind.

We'll get you out of here.

Do you understand that?

Who hired you?

Macready and Swenson.

I'll see you later.

Macready and Swenson, sir.

That sounds better, you Irish piece of shit.

You can't.

- What's the matter with you?

It's all right, sir.

How old are you?

16 of them, sir.

You're lying to me.

You're at least 18, if you're not over 20.

Pack your things and head for L'Oché.

You've been promoted to a young man.

Do you understand me?

O'Leary!

Yes, I did, sir.

Do you know anything about navigation?

No, sir, I did not.

Ah, you'll learn.

You're promoted to steward.

Take your things back to the cabin.

What are you waiting for?

I didn't sign up as a young man.

I was hired as a combo boy and I don't want to do

anything else.

Pack your bags and make yourself at the front.

Well, is that thoughtful?

What's the matter with you?

What kind of boat is this?

I'm going to tell you what's going on.

He dropped the lotus and now he's going to San Francisco.

He'll be in San Francisco in five to six hours.

Would you please signal him to take me aboard, sir?

I'm very sorry, but our signal book went overboard.

Lady Mine!

Hey, lady mine!

Take me on board!

$1,000 if you get me ashore!

- What's going on, man?

What's the matter?

Oh, my God!

Help me, I want to come down here!

$1,000 if you get me ashore!

My people have been sipping fries.

He thinks we've got sea snakes and monkeys on board.

Shit!

Shit!

Let the monkeys show him!

The distance between the cutter and the ghost would

quickly widen.

He'd be in San Francisco in a few hours.

What's up, Leech?

Are you going forward?

Yes, I did, sir.

What about you?

I'll give you a thousand dollars if you ask me.

I can.

You have money.

Do you want to take over the compulsive boy now, or do I

have to teach you that first?

All right, all right.

Say what you want, sir.

All right, all right, sir.

What's your name again?

Van Weyden, please.

What's your first name?

It's Hanfrey, sir.

I'm going to tell you what happened.

The old man?

Thirty-five, sir.

So now you go to the chef and listen to what he says.

Hold it right there!

Stay right there!

Oh, Leery!

Get the whole team together!

There's the dead one!

What are we gonna do with a body on board that belongs

in the sea?

All hands on deck!

All hands on deck!

Get the fuck out of here, you lazy bags!

Under a sea funeral, I always imagined something

solemn, something touching.

What happened here not only destroyed every idea of

it, it also aroused my outrage.

I can only remember one place of worship.

And what's it called?

And his body will be thrown into the sea.

So get in with him!

What are you waiting for?

Get the guy in the water!

Let's get out of here!

We need our time for life!

Put on tap sails and clover!

Let's get to work!

Put on tap sails and clover!

The ship continued its journey and the work went on.

No one was even taken in the slightest.

And the dead, so miserably buried, quickly sank

deeper and deeper.

And I was overwhelmed with the cruelty of the sea,

with its cruelty and violence.

And this strange ship, with its terrible crew, moved

southwest across the great and lonely space of the

Pacific Ocean.

Look, you can tell.

For you, I'm not a murderer, but Mr.

Murderer.

Do you understand that?

Mr.

Morgish.

Take these things and bring them to the fair.

Man, can't you be careful?

You might get involved with me.

Why don't you come home?

Get it back.

You finally got it?

Come up here.

Too bad you didn't break your neck.

Let me tell you something.

You can have me, mister.

It's such a fucking sink.

It's useless.

I can't even carry a can of tea over the deck.

I can make new ones now.

And that's what our little darling is doing.

There were two things that brought this incident to me.

An injured knee injury that kept me tired for a long

time, and the name Hump.

From now on, the whole ship was called Hump.

And after a while, I was humpy to myself.

I wish I had a different name.

I was happy to come to my cage.

My knee was in terrible pain.

No, just breathe.

What are you, a raccoon?

It looks bad.

I'm doing something that will help.

Those were the men I was surrounded by day and night.

They're acting like natives.

Stoic in big things and childishly irritable in

small things.

I remember Korfutt getting his finger crushed to us

later on in the driveway without even making a sound.

And the same man could rage uncontrollably in the

slightest of trifles.

Spiritually they were children, physically they

were mature men.

Their unrestrained nature should be the same as

those freemasons and pirates who once made the seas unsafe.

Meanwhile, the Ghost continued to fight its way into

the infinity of the Pacific.

Dry bread will get you down.

The skull of yesterday still buzzes about me.

I've had a better drink myself.

All of a sudden, I found my things hanging to dry on the

commute roof in the cabin.

You can't tell me anything.

Except for a few small coins, I had $185 in gold and

bills in my pocket.

My wallet was still there, but it was empty except for

the change.

I want to be blind if that's not the darkest

unthankfulness I've ever experienced.

He comes to a strange posture, I take him to my combo,

negotiate him well, and leave only the thanks for it.

You backpack!

You son of a bitch!

There was violence on this ship.

Nothing but crude violence.

And how he can walk!

In a prison, you can think of escaping, but here?

No, how can you walk, who would have thought that with

your leg?

Get in the car!

Let's get to work!

Let's get out of here!

Let's go!

Let's go!

I don't want it anymore.

I want to go home.

As for my lost money, at first there was no mention of it.

I should see it again later in a strange way.

Don't worry about the little things.

You'll get used to it quickly.

Maybe you'll get a little crippled.

But for that, you'd better learn to walk.

I guess that's called a paradox.

I'm right, right?

I couldn't help but think the man was familiar.

I assume you know a little bit.

In literary matters.

Well, we'll talk about it occasionally.

His name, Wolf Larsen, didn't tell me.

But something in his words had touched my memory

without me being able to figure out what it really was.

A few hours later, I experienced a completely

different kind of surprise.

I went to Wolf Larssen's cabin on the orders of the

chef to clean up.

That this man couldn't be an idiot, I'd realized before.

But now he's showing me a whole new side.

There were also scientific works.

Books by Darwin, astronomy, science.

I discovered Balfinch's age of the fairy tale.

Shore's history of English and American literature.

And a tape that was caught and stained.

It was an old dictionary.

And now it dawned on me.

Now I understood what I had noticed about him when he

came to the combo last night.

I remembered everything again.

To the young man who was then seated at the bar of

Hennol bent over this book, looking for his first

access to the world of the Word, to the world of education.

This is a paradox.

This is a paradox.

Yes, I knew Wolf Larsen.

But where do I start?

Suddenly, everything was so fresh and alive before

me as if it had just happened, even though it was

almost 20 years ago.

The old gravel pit was one of our dumping grounds.

Years ago, gravel had been mined here, but then it was

probably not profitable enough.

Hey, Jo, do you really think these scammers are

getting along right now?

Watch out if they suck it up like that.

We were young and the dream of the invincibility of

one's own strength had not yet been dreamed.

And now here we are.

Come on, what's up?

Are you scared?

We can't just let her go down empty, can we?

Man, am I crazy or what?

I'm not gonna push this thing up the mountain so it can

go down on its own.

Come on, get in the car.

Not bad, is it?

Do you want to do it again?

I've got to get home.

Yeah, I like it too.

But we'll be back here tomorrow.

Man, we had a bag on it.

We lived in a privileged area on the outskirts of the city.

My father had a successful law practice in San

Francisco and a successful hand-in-ground speculation.

Everybody used to call me Jo.

Only my sister Bessie said Humphrey to me.

I had inherited the name from my grandfather, so to speak.

This is David Humphrey van Beiden.

Humphrey, we're going on a trip.

Next Saturday, we're going across the bay to Oakland.

Let's go up to the mountains.

Who the hell are we?

It was Myrtle Hayes.

What, the goat?

She's not a goat.

Of all the girls I know, she's still the nicest.

What does it mean when I think about the girls you know?

Carzava is coming with her sister Alice.

And Chessie Hirrborn and Edna Crosses.

And what are you doing?

We want to wander and pick flowers.

And somewhere we're getting pretty for lunch.

And go home again.

It's also a kindergarten program.

But you don't understand that.

I don't know what I want.

But I know what I don't want.

I don't want to go for a walk and pick flowers.

What about school?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Tomorrow we'll write a very important class paper.

Can I get up?

Where are you going now?

Shortly after the draconian reforms, war broke out

between Athens and Meckeries.

It was about the island of Salamis.

They wanted Salamis, too.

But what are the draconian reforms?

I'm gonna have to check it out.

The reforms.

That's what he explained.

That we lost the game last Saturday.

That's too stupid.

It's just because this Brooks guy was on it.

This is a bottle.

Shortly after the draconian reforms.

Damn, these stupid draconian reforms.

Humphrey, why don't you open up?

What is it you want?

I thought maybe I could help you.

I'm done with this.

If you leave me alone, I'll finish.

We have to win the next game.

Wildcats aren't that good.

If we don't beat them, we can pack.

But it's final.

Shortly after the draconian reforms, war broke out

between Athens and Meckeries.

What if we set up Tom now?

Oh, come on, I'm not gonna finish this shit.

So, just after the draconian reforms.

After the draconian reforms.

It bothers me.

Shortly after the draconian reforms, war broke out

between Meckeries and Athens.

It was about the island of Salamis.

The Salamis.

I'm going to Hong Kong.

It's Shanghai.

It was Honolulu.

It's Manila.

I'm going to Hong Kong.

Athens and grocery stores.

In Athens there were the draconian reforms.

That's a good thing.

The islands.

On islands, you only get there by boat.

You drive through Rasmia for days and all of a sudden

you see the island.

The palm trees.

It's dangerous crap.

Oh, my God, Salamis.

Nothing to do today.

First I have to deal with this draconian crap.

What the hell is this?

I can't do that.

That's not possible.

At least not for long.

It's really an hour.

And what are you doing?

No one could build dragons as well as old Wong.

He knew something about air currents.

His dragons were still climbing when there was no wind.

And they did not go forth with every great evil.

The sky where our dragons stood was so big that I had

completely forgotten the draconian reforms.

It wasn't until the way back that I remembered them.

But the half hour had become an entire afternoon.

Shall we go through it, or should we go through it?

Oh, we're going through.

Well, from me.

Come on, you know what?

The way we got down there, we didn't feel very well.

We knew we'd better have gone the other way.

We didn't belong here.

This part of town was unfamiliar to us.

It was the poorest neighborhood in San Francisco.

The son of a bitch, as we called it.

This was where the new immigrants who still hoped lived.

And the old people who had lost hope.

Germans, Chinese, Spaniards, all in filth and misery.

What the hell are we doing here?

Now I'm glad we're out of here again.

We made our way through an enemy jungle.

Get out of here!

We'll be out in a minute.

Take a look at these.

It could only have been Red Cuckoo Simpson, the

feared leader of a feared gang.

He'd already appeared to us on the mountain twice

with his horde, and then he held our hands.

We're going home here.

What do you got?

It's red cabbage!

Let's go!

Let's go!

Red cabbage, be careful!

Shut the fuck up!

What is it you want?

I want my dragon back.

Then let's fight each other.

Whoever wins, gets it.

If they're still laughing so stupidly, it's still mine.

Well, that shit belongs to you.

Why don't you let him have that thing?

It's none of your business.

That's our dragon, and they're supposed to kick it out.

And when you're done with him, they'll all fall on you.

He's such a jerk!

Shut the fuck up!

This is the end of this thing.

I'm telling you, whoever wins gets it.

Come on, we'll see.

Red cabbage, you take the knife out of your pocket.

That was him.

The Wolf of Larsen.

Or Frisco Kit, as they called him back then in his world.

I'd like to know what you're really up to.

Don't make long stories.

I want to see something now.

Come on, or you won't be done in the morning.

No crooked stuff, all right?

Throw away the stone.

What's the matter with you?

Are you giving up?

Yes, I'm giving up.

We agreed I'd get it back when I got it down.

What were you thinking?

I'm the Simpson fox.

I'm the red cabbage Simpson's brother.

Did you get that?

So, you know, it's his brother.

What's it to me?

If you get involved with one of the tribe, you'll have

to take out the whole tribe.

Otherwise they'll kill you.

It's not fair.

It's not fair.

But I might be up there on the mountain.

Now comes fox.

I'm the firecracker Simpson.

The family won't be OK until I'm OK.

I know.

Do you understand that?

This is the next one.

How many Simpsons are there?

I've got to get home.

If your family's even bigger, it's going to be dark.

I'm the last and the best.

If you beat me, you'll get the dragon.

I can't handle the little guy.

It's too small.

Too small a firecracker?

Get the fuck out of here!

If they caught us, they'd hand us over to our parents.

That would have meant a lot of trouble for Charlie,

Fred and me.

That's how we always stayed close behind Frisco Kid.

He knew best about this place.

It's down here.

There they are!

There they are!

There they are!

It's not that far.

Have a seat.

We have to wait until it gets dark.

It was the first time I could really look at him.

Just the fact that, without much effort, he had kept

the Simpson gang in check only by appearing.

He impressed me immensely.

Why are you staring at me like that?

Why are they all afraid of you?

Do they have it?

Yeah, sure, how do you do that?

I'm not doing anything.

I'm just making sure no one gets in my car.

Why did you help us?

I didn't help you.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

If you hadn't come, they'd all have fallen on us and

killed us.

Then you have to have enough grips and enough juice in

your bones.

Otherwise, something can happen to you.

We waited until it was dark before we left our hiding place.

Why are you chasing me?

We want to get out of here as soon as possible.

There's three of us.

You're on your own.

Put one on.

The Lord of the Mountain is rising.

All right, all right.

I'll show you the way.

The threat just slipped my mind.

But he took it for granted that you could just get what

you wanted.

Even with violence.

That's it, and now you can take me.

He is crazy.

I'll never go back to the gutter.

Not my whole life.

Yeah, and the fat end will come when we get home.

So, what now?

It wasn't until much later that I realized that just

as I was burningly interested in Frisco Kit and his

strange world, so was he interested in my world.

Oh, my God, what do you look like?

I've never seen you like that before.

What does that mean, young man?

Have you lost your tongue?

No, I was just down the drain.

That's what you look like.

I'm assuming you mean a certain area down there with Schlund.

Down there, the slums.

And where did you get that name, Schlund?

It's from me.

Not bad, the name.

Very well suited.

It's a lot of fantasy.

I hope you're familiar with the draconian reforms of

ancient Athens.

You just went through them, didn't you?

It's also something for the imagination.

Here's your history book.

I've allowed myself to refresh my knowledge a little.

I'm just afraid I can handle the stuff better than you can.

Well, I don't want to give you long lectures right now.

You need a bath, some patches, very good are cold compresses.

All right, let's go to bed now.

And don't be surprised if all your bones hurt tomorrow.

Then get some sleep.

The fact that the night was too short and you appeared

rather sleepless and distraught at breakfast is self-evident.

What's the matter with you?

What do you look like?

What's the matter?

Since I can't find anything in the paper either, I

really assume nothing happened.

I didn't go to school as much as I used to.

I wasn't prepared for the exam.

She could only become a pure case.

Suddenly, a thought burst through my head.

If it was determined that I would not pass the exam

anyway, why would I be subjected to torture in the

first place?

Two things had happened to me.

The lake and the railroads.

Both went to distant places, to tempting,

unfamiliar places.

As of tonight, the rails had gained an edge in my favor.

That was the blue one.

We were old acquaintances, the Blue and me.

How many times have I checked on him?

And my longing, my desire for adventure sent me on a

journey with him.

But this time there was another reason.

The thought that this boy, this friscoid, was going

to do something for me didn't let me go.

If he managed to jump on the locomotive's cow

catcher, I had to.

But I didn't jump.

I stood there, I was scared.

And my respect for Friscoid grew to a giant.

Hey, wait a minute.

You know Friscoid.

Do you know where he lives?

I don't know where he lives.

You'll find it everywhere.

But sometimes you don't see him for a few weeks.

But everyone lives somewhere.

No, a lot of people go there and then they go elsewhere.

Somewhere.

He doesn't have any friends?

No, he's not in any band.

I've got to get out now.

I'd take a look at Johnny Heynhold's place.

He's got a bunch of fish.

Johnny Heynhold, his liquor store.

You might be lucky.

I wouldn't have bet a penny on the accuracy of his information.

But I still had a few lessons to do.

And doing that down at the harbor was fine with me.

I'm so sorry to see the ships.

That was life.

Those people on board were real.

The sea threw them around, the wind blew or the rain

poured down on them.

And what's the same stuff and what's the other stuff

you can't imagine when you're stuck in school.

After all, the liquor store or Heynhold's store, as

the boy called the harbor bar, really existed.

For the first time in my life, I entered a harbor bar.

Of course, I felt insecure.

But none of these men even looked at me.

What can I do for you?

Frisco Kid, do you know him?

He's in the back.

Yeah, yeah, he's in the back.

I'm going to meet my regulars.

I couldn't get out of my surprise.

As I walked before class, he sat over a thick old

dictionary and nodded.

I'm so pissed off about this.

Come on, have a seat.

Somebody told me you're here sometimes.

I thought you weren't even here.

What are you reading?

And more earth?

Maybe a billion suns and earths?

Do you think that's true?

Come on, you gotta know that.

You learn that way up there.

This thing is fucking old.

Maybe the stuff in there isn't even true anymore.

And Johnny said it's true, but what he knows is that he

didn't go to school properly.

And it was the same dictionary, but it wasn't.

I see you don't know much more than Johnny does.

Yeah, you don't have to eat anything up on your mountain.

Have the pockets full of money.

Tell me, have you ever been hungry?

Really hungry with nothing to eat?

No, I'm not.

You see, I think I was eight.

There came a little girl who had a loaf of bread.

A dry edge bread.

And I was one of them.

I took the edge off and ate it.

She stood there and said it.

But I had a full stomach.

Hey, Johnny, another drink for, what's his name?

You know, Joe.

That's at least one name you can remember.

The little girl thing didn't work out for me.

I've never been hungry before.

I lacked any understanding of this question.

What are you learning by heart?

The whole book?

I'm just reading this.

Now I 'm with P.

I got it.

This is a paradox.

Do you know what this is?

That's when something looks like it's the opposite

of itself.

This is a paradox.

The top of the form after the absurd formulation of a thought.

A little bit, a little bit awkward, how they put it.

But if you think about it, you'll understand.

I figured if I figured out one thing a day, I'd have an

average of seven things I'd craft into my head every day.

That's in the year 2555.

You brought one too.

And why are you making three baskets of Easter

tomorrow morning?

Yeah, that's good.

And why are you doing this?

Man, you got a pretty big board on your head, too.

Because I came up.

Printed bread, printed edge bread.

No, that's nothing.

It's got to be sausage, it's got to be bacon.

And not too short.

No more empty stomachs.

You got it?

It's easy to understand.

What do you think?

That's good.

We need one for you.

I don't have enough money with me.

With money, anyone can do it.

Without the money.

Oh, that's the joke.

Come on, Joe, you'll see.

Frisco Kit's method was surprisingly simple.

It was just a matter of taking the right hat off the

head of a passerby and running away.

Cover is cover.

I was nervous, but Kitt stayed as cool as an iceberg.

I would have taken any cover.

When I saw the hat, I knew there was no one else for me.

Not in all of San Francisco.

It's a major hit.

It fit like it was bought for me.

I was so proud they didn't catch us.

My ship is buzzing back there.

There's the stirrup in the back.

Your ship?

Yeah, do it right.

I didn't understand that.

His ship?

Was that just a rhetoric, or did he really mean it?

The question, like so many others, was about my

perception at the time.

But I'd like to anticipate that he was already a

co-owner of a ship when he was 16.

Co-owner of this boilerplate, where he disappeared.

When I got home, I felt that something was wrong.

The hat.

The hat didn't fit.

Not that my father didn't wear a hat.

He just didn't steal it, he bought it.

There was no longer any doubt for me.

It used to be, even though the years have changed a lot.

Wolf Larsen had become fresh.

What's the matter?

Did he feel me trapped in my memory?

Well, what is it?

I had to say something.

I remembered the stolen money.

I was robbed.

It must have been dark.

He took $185 out of my suit.

It's in my wallet.

I'll see you later.

Darkness has stolen my money.

I'll see you later.

Additional income.

The cooking's side income.

Consider it a lesson.

You have to learn to take care of your money.

Probably got you some lawyer or businessman by now.

What can I do to get my money back?

That's your problem.

Now you don't have a lawyer or a business consultant.

Now you have to take care of your own money.

If you get even a dollar, you have to hold it.

Whoever leaves money lying around, like you did,

doesn't deserve it any better than getting rid of it.

Besides, you've sinned.

You tempted little chef, and he's become weak.

You endangered his immortal soul.

You believe in the immortality of the soul.

Yes, I will.

What about you?

No, I'm not.

I think life is a mess.

The big ones eat the little ones.

To retain the power to move.

If you're lucky, you eat the most.

Can you hear me?

Damn, now the shot's broken.

That's the heart of the matter.

I can't kill the sail to die.

If the sail keeps dying, I'll rip the horn out.

They're moving up there.

But so does the quarrel.

They're moving to eat.

And they eat to keep moving.

They live for their stomach.

You want your belly around you, that's a cycle.

There's no goal.

In the end, it's all quiet.

Every movement stops.

They're all dead.

That would be pretty much true, I don't think.

Mr.

Hamp, how much courage did you take?

It's $185, sir.

Basically, he'd stayed the same, only what had he

said back then in Heinold's bar?

I want to come upstairs.

In his own way, he did it.

So, you can play nap.

I would have thought an Englishman knew this game.

I also learned it on a British ship.

Well, today's a real gentleman's game.

You can say what you want, but poker isn't long enough

to have a nipple.

No, no, nap is the real gentleman's game.

Mr.

Hamp, get the cards and bring the cigars and the whiskey.

Yes, I did, sir.

I was quite surprised that Larsen allowed the cook to

sit at a table with him.

And that dirty, shabby cockney couldn't help but delight.

Hey, Luis, what's going on?

Will you do me a favor, Luis?

Are you taking this to the combo?

Larsen wants something from me.

I heard him make hints as if there were some secret

about him.

He spits a lot of money for me.

He's my father, too.

You locked the whiskey and the cigars in the closet

yesterday, sir.

And the cards, I think.

Well, that's right.

Why don't you sit down, McGregor?

If it's allowed.

He was undoubtedly the son of a nobleman in England,

and he received money against which he should have

pledged never to enter England again.

You can believe that's true, sir.

Here, put one on first.

It was a gentleman's cigar.

It's a real gentleman's cigar.

So, McGregor, to a good game.

You'll see I won't be fooled.

It's a gentleman's drink.

Those were the last sober words I should have heard

from our smelly cook that day.

Pump, put the bottle on the table.

We'll do this on our own.

Well, let's have a look.

Larsen and the chef had been hanging out at the fair

for hours, playing and drinking.

I knew Larsen wasn't looking for the chef's company.

But what was he up to?

This whole thing was puzzling to me.

Boy, you just picked the worst shoe.

You weren't even drunk like I was.

Well, you'll think of me, my boy.

By the time this trip is over, there will have been

more than one dead.

You know, this wolf Larsen, he's the devil himself.

And we are his helpers.

Whether we like it or not.

This ship shouldn't be called Ghost.

It's supposed to be a hell ship.

But that's between us, right?

That I wouldn't get in trouble.

Oh, this is all nonsense.

If the ghost was really such a hell ship, as you say, if

people wanted to celebrate, everyone would know.

How do you do that?

How do you catch people when you need them?

Would I have been on board if I hadn't just been

totally drunk when I signed?

A lot of people need it.

A lot of people don't get on a better ship.

Many people don't know.

That's how they get a feel for it.

And they will curse the day on which they were born.

And they'll always think of poor old Luis.

You see, I didn't say anything.

There's no sound.

You speak like an oracle, all those vague hints.

Nothing specific.

Nothing to hold on to.

It's just words.

Nothing specific?

I remember how he had a seizure last year.

It was in Hakodate.

He killed four of his men.

I'll never forget that.

I couldn't be farther away.

And how he beat up Billy Hawkins with the bare

Forster, just crushing a skull in an eggshell.

I've seen it myself.

This is an animal, this wolf Larsen.

It's a beast.

But I didn't tell you that.

Promise me.

I didn't say a word.

Old Luis wants to survive this trip.

That was the gong at the mass.

That's the guy.

Hold on a second.

Listen, my boy, what old Luis is telling you now.

This wolf Larsen, this is a wolf.

Yeah, that's him, a wolf.

No, it's not a man, it's a wolf.

He doesn't have a black heart like some people.

No, he doesn't have any.

Sometimes you feel like you're not right up there.

It's clear, it's clear that I'm getting money.

I'm the son of a fine, fine man.

Hump, would you be so kind as to get the dirt on deck?

He's not feeling very well.

And tell O'Leary to shower him thoroughly with a few

pots of seawater.

And then clean up a little bit later.

O'Leary, I want you to refresh the chef.

Command from the captain.

Give the guy a proper shower.

Command from the captain.

Did you get drunk?

Be careful not to go overboard.

The sharks are still getting drunk.

Fine gentlemen, very fine gentlemen.

Exactly $185, like I thought.

The Lump came aboard without a penny.

The first shot caught him.

What you've won is mine, sir.

I used to study grammar.

I think you're messing with the times.

Had you heard me, you should have told me.

It's not a question of grammar, it's a question of morality.

Hey, you know what, man?

This is the first time I've ever heard the word

morality on this ship.

And you and I, we're the only ones on board who know the

meaning of that word.

There was a time in my life when I longed to be able to

talk to men, to speak in such a language.

I wanted to step up from the hierarchy I was born into

and deal with people who could talk about things like morality.

Oh, by the way.

You, um, you got it wrong.

It has nothing to do with morals or grammar.

This is simply a fact.

That's right, sir.

The fact is, the money is mine.

It's not about the winning, it's about the game.

But owning that money is something very nice.

His possessions are pleasant.

You'd be unfair to me if I gave it to you.

It's obvious, isn't it?

So you're a man without morals.

Now you're starting to understand.

A man to be feared all the time.

That's right.

How to fear a snake, a tiger, a shark.

Do you see that?

Now you've got it.

The suspicion shot through my head that he'd seen

through and recognized me a long time ago and only

concealed his knowledge.

But nothing moved in his face.

No sign in his eyes hit a bridge over the years that had

passed since.

Unless the ridiculous smile that sometimes sat in

the corners of his mouth would have meant that.

I just didn't get smart from him.

The woman still has a whole painting behind her.

He didn't shave his shirt, he shaved his tits.

Take a look at this.

There's something else he needs to know.

It's really wet.

It's a big day for you.

Sign up!

This is a cheap bathroom.

Take a look at this.

Come with me.

They're not backing up.

Who are you trying to scare, you cowardly bitch?

Your noble family, perhaps?

You're from a noble family, aren't you?

That's what we see in your dirty play.

It's a cowardly car.

You poisoned pig.

Be careful, Möglitsch.

I'll catch up with you.

We still have time, and you won't have a knife with you

when I'm done with you.

You broke this to me.

You and your dirty money, you're a fine gentleman.

You are a dirty gentleman.

Wait for the treat.

I spent half my life in the hospital.

Pox in Honolulu.

Both legs were broken in Shanghai.

And now I'm here, and Lidsch wants me on my tail.

If Larsen hadn't gotten me drunk, I'd have my peace.

And all because of the herbs I took out of your suit.

You are a dirty gentleman.

You piece of shit!

You dirty ass!

God's hand will strike this ship, I tell you.

You'll see.

He'll be looking for a home for everything that's

going on here.

And nothing will go unpunished, will it?

Or is it?

Or God sleeps and neglects his duty.

Give me a handkerchief.

I have to confess, Louis' oracle didn't go unnoticed.

For five boxes of condensed milk I stole from the

storage room, I traded a heavy ship's gauge that I

always wore on my belt from a sailor named Harrison.

For three days the wind had been constantly changing.

Then we'd come to the Northeast Passage.

Oh, this marvelously powerful past.

The schooner sailed on its own.

No more hot and get rope and shots.

No rounded top sails.

No other job than steering.

It got further and further away from San Francisco.

And keep going down into the tropics.

With each passing day, it got warmer.

Days and nights turned like a miracle.

Even if my work left me little time, I would

occasionally steal a moment.

Sometimes I realized how unique, how absurd my

situation was.

A man who had studied as a combo boy.

A writer who had made a name for himself as a literary

critic had accidentally caught a caterpillar on his

way to the Bering Sea.

Forever, the bow moves forward on a star-shaped track.

Where the wild whale plays.

His scar from the sun.

Your hull is my ship.

Your traps are tight before dew.

Because we're taking our own course.

Away from the others.

Because we're driving, because we're hiking.

Our great course.

The southern course to the eternal blue.

Well, what, Hamp?

Admittedly, sir, I'm really amazed at your enthusiasm.

Well, you know, man.

This is life.

Life itself is like that.

You said yourself that life is a cheap commodity.

It's worthless.

Well, if you don't get it, I can't put it in your head.

Of course, life is worthless.

But not for one's self.

And I can tell you that my life is very precious to me

right now.

It's for no price.

I'm sure you'll think that's an overstatement.

But it's the life in me that determines the value.

Do you know what I'm saying?

How am I supposed to say that?

I feel a echo in me.

It's like all the power in the world is mine.

I can see clearly.

I could almost believe in God.

But what really is this state, this joy of life?

This triumph of life?

Well, that's something that happens when the

digestion isn't disturbed, when the stomach is

fine, when the appetite is good.

Just when the whole organism is functioning properly.

This man was always giving up new puzzles.

One thing was for sure.

His masculinity and mental strength distinguished

him from all the other men on board.

By his standards, they were children.

Be careful, I tell you.

Can you express yourself a little more clearly?

No, I can't do that.

I can only feel it and one thing is for sure.

Man is as unpredictable as the sea and the wind.

You never know what he wants.

If you think you know him and you're sailing with him

in a favorable wind, then he'll strike and you don't

know what's going on.

And suddenly there's a whirlwind coming over you.

And your beautiful weather sails, all hanging down

in the trenches.

Overwhelmed, I roared in his soul as fiercely and

relentlessly as he used to do with others.

In any case, all restraint was dropped.

I'm just thinking of ending your own thoughts.

You talk about death like it only affects others.

Neither are you.

Just don't let it bother you.

Just keep on talking.

The day after tomorrow?

Maybe tomorrow.

You'll know what eternity is.

It will almost certainly catch you at sea.

They won't be able to move themselves.

When you move, it's the movements of the sea.

You'll be swept away by the waves, if that's what

you'd rather hear.

Just talk to me.

Just keep going.

And then the fish get close to you.

And eat them.

The mobility of your muscles is transformed into the

movement of fins.

And the guts of fish.

And as you leave, you have no faith and no hope,

nothing but strength.

What's left of you?

Just the excretion of a germ-breathing cold blood.

Now, for the first time, I got to feel his power.

But how this could have worked out for me, I shouldn't

have figured it out until the next day.

How's he doing?

Is he poor?

It's all right.

I'll see you later.

It could have been worse.

Now I realized what would have happened to me if he had

packed up with all his strength.

The ghost had reached the southernmost point of the

bow, which it described through the calm ocean.

And now began to set course on a lonely island.

After the rumor, to fill the water jars.

On the 18th.

In February 1906, the steamboat Martinez was struck

in San Francisco Bay by a ship of unknown origin.

One of the survivors is the writer Humphrey van

Weyden, who is being taken aboard by a runaway seal catcher.

It's the ghost.

Their captain Wolf Larsen, nicknamed Sea Wolf

because of his hardness, briefly retains the

rescued man on board because he lost a man, and

assigns him to combustion service.

Weyden has been subjected to a series of

humiliations, particularly the shipwreck of Mugbridge.

Cruelty and violence reign everywhere on the

ghostly ship, which is simultaneously ruled by its

captain with cruelty and violence.

But this captain has another side.

He reads.

Among his books, Weyden finds an old-fashioned dictionary.

And now it's dawn to him.

Now he understands.

He knows this man.

They were 16 and friends.

But while he, Humphrey van Weyden, came from a

wealthy home, from an intact world, Wolf Larsens'

home was the slums of San Francisco.

With unprecedented diligence, the boy who had never

attended school learned from an old dictionary.

He wants to come upstairs.

He wants to prove his poverty with bacon.

There is no doubt about that.

The Captain of the Ghost is that boy from the slums of

San Francisco.

But while Weyden remembers him now, there is no sign

of recognition in the other's eyes.

So does Weyden hesitate to touch the past.

You'll be like two strangers meeting for the first

time on board.

And there's something else that Weyden realizes.

A man like this captain, for whom life is but a

fermentation process between birth and death, who

has no faith and no hope for the immortality of the

soul, and to whom nature at the same time has given

such a superhuman power, is like a raging animal, a

constant danger.

Sometimes I came to realize how unique, how absurd my

situation was.

A man who had studied as a combo boy.

A writer who had made a name for himself as a literary

critic, involuntarily on a seal catcher on his way to

the Bering Sea.

We had reached the southernmost point of the arc,

which we described as the Pacific Ocean, and now

began to set course on a lonely tropical island to

supplement the water supply there.

The men are behaving like children.

Her unbridled cruelty turned into no less unbridled arrogance.

The friendly, steady Passat brought the promise of

happier fields, of palm-bounded coral beaches, of

golden-skinned women, half children, half

goddesses, short of a dozen paradisiacal notions.

And on lonely islands lost in the midst of an infinite

ocean, anything and everything that is most

unlikely can come true.

Would you excuse me, sir?

- Yes, you did.

Despite that incident, the familiarity between

Larsen and me continued to grow, if that's what the

relationship between master and servant can be

called at all.

Well, Ham, I'm just doing the last lines.

Let's see.

- What's that?

A guide for the sailor who saves time and makes

navigation his child's play.

No more complicated calculations.

All you need is a star in the sky at night and you know

where you are right away.

Careful, I'll put this scale on this star map and have

it rotate around the North Pole.

On the scale, I have recorded the absolute circles of

altitude and the lines of measurement here.

Now I have nothing more to do than set them to a certain

star, to rotate the scale until it's directly

opposite the numbers at the bottom of the map.

One, two, three, and we have the exact position of the ship.

You know a lot of math.

Where did you learn all this?

I've never seen a school from the inside.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I had to dig it all up myself.

Why do you think I did this thing here?

To leave a mark in the sand of time?

To become more than the excretion product of a calf's

blood breathing germ?

No, I'm not.

I want to get it patented so I can make money on it, so I

can get laid when other people have to work.

That's the reason.

But I also enjoyed the story.

Although I could not appreciate the value of the

navigation method he developed, I was convinced of

its correctness.

I wonder what abilities this man had.

And what he gained from his loneliness.

Because there was no one on this ship who didn't fear

and hate him.

I wish I could've asked him more questions.

What he would have become.

I knew a part of his life.

But only part of it.

And that was a long way back.

My interest, my curiosity, they're getting airy.

May I ask you something, sir?

Go ahead and ask.

Why have you accomplished nothing great in this world?

With your extraordinary strength, you could have

achieved anything.

Without a conscience?

You don't have any.

Without moral restraint, you could have subjugated

the whole world.

And you rule.

Instead, you are, and you stand at the height of your

life, just the captain of a schooner.

And you hunt these unfortunate seagulls for the

vanity of women.

They do nothing but breastfeed a cheap addiction.

In spite of your immense strength and abilities, you

have actually accomplished nothing.

What's the matter with you?

Did you miss your ambition?

Or have you been tempted by any temptation?

How'd that go?

It's all right.

It's all right.

My mistake was that I never opened a book.

Did he really mean that?

How am I supposed to understand that?

That time came back to me involuntarily.

Oh, he didn't seem that far back.

That late summer, 20 years ago.

But most of all, I remember that afternoon so

accurately because my father told me after dinner

that I would be pretty messed up if I assumed the world

was a playground.

On the contrary.

It would be a world of hard work and beatings.

Apparently, I intend to push myself against both.

Especially before work.

Well, the punches came on their own, so all he needed

to do was teach me the job.

To that end, he decided that I should join Philby's

office as an apprentice and learn the trade of

overseas products.

Overseas products are something that strongly

contradicts my romantic inclination toward

distant, exotic adventure-filled worlds.

Without having to make the effort to get out of my

office chair.

In short, I wanted to prove to my father that I could

handle myself.

One day I will return, I wrote.

And then you'll all be proud of me.

Have a good life, Dad, Mom and Bessy.

Frisco Kid was waiting for me in the old greenhouse.

He didn't know what I was up to.

His full name, Wolf Larsen, never came to my ears at

the time.

The whole world called him Frisco Kid.

We'd seen each other quite often.

I had to get him something from my father's library

that I could only reach.

He swallowed everything I could get my hands on.

What Frisco Kid understood as friendship, I'm not

going to really know until later.

But that word, once uttered by him, on some occasion,

changed my life for a while.

What he was really driving, I guessed dark.

He wasn't exactly communicative.

In fragments I had realized that he had known only

hunger and misery before.

When he was seven, he stole a little girl's bread from

her mouth and sold his soul for a plate soup.

At the age of eight, he got his first shirt, which he

was so proud of, that he didn't want to wear a jacket on

it so everyone could see it.

At ten, he got up at three o'clock in the morning to

earn a few cents by selling newspapers.

Hunger had determined his early years.

Now, apparently, things had changed.

It was the first time I'd been aboard the tugboat,

even though I knew quite well about it from

children's stories.

Where are you staying?

Put the cannon away.

What kind of one is that?

A friend of mine.

Have a seat.

There it was again, that fateful word that had caused

me to leave my protected world.

Basically, I didn't know much about him back then.

He told me that he and this Pete were equally owners of

the cutter.

Sixteen-year-old co-owner of a cutter.

That was way beyond my imagination back then.

Also that he never owned a toy.

But one thing was clear to me.

This Pete guy only had one hand.

He needed friscoid.

He replaced his missing hand.

It wasn't until much later that I understood why he

drank alcohol as a child.

What's he doing here?

Just like that.

He drank because drinking was the quickest way to be

considered a man.

To find access to that shady man's world where you

were just drinking to be who you were.

You better get out of here.

It's up there.

It's going to be a short night.

While I was in the Curia, he picked up one of the books I

had snatched from my father's library.

I still remember the title exactly because I

couldn't imagine doing things like this on a

voluntary basis.

It was the fundamental theory of astronomy,

presented by John William C.

Musselwhite.

In the morning, I was a schoolboy.

Now I was part of the rocket crew.

This change filled me with great satisfaction.

But what was driving the stirrup?

Kit never gave me an answer to that.

And why should the night be so short?

Maybe they're stuck with Hanold.

We'll have that in a minute.

Let's take a look downstairs.

Hey, Pete, get up.

We got to get out of here.

How much longer do you want to burn?

Ah, you have a passenger on board, don't you?

He's one of them.

He's a friend of Kit's.

That's out of the question.

It's such a little sausage.

Maybe I'll share with you what's missing.

He'd better go home to Mommy's.

Take care of your own trick.

We can do more with five.

We can't fill more than the boats.

And that's enough for four of us.

Now, you hear it.

You're too early.

I knew it.

Your alarm clock is closing, not the first time.

Well, really, you can get a new one.

If Pete wasn't so witty and spent half a dollar more,

you'd have an alarm clock you could rely on.

The alarm clock seemed more important to them than

the question of whether or not I should go.

And when it finally started, I still had no idea what

we were planning.

I knew it wasn't anything to hang on to the big bell.

Let's see.

Make sure your good friend doesn't build shit.

It's all right.

Can you pull?

Yeah, I guess so.

Go on, then, down.

Take the belt.

Let's get out of here.

I didn't even know where we were.

The fog didn't allow us to navigate.

A couple of rockets went up in the distance.

I assumed that's where the cruise ship is falling in love.

Don't get in the way, pack up.

The fact that it was nothing more than rusty scrap was

very troubling to me.

I was expecting an exciting adventure where I could

tell my friends I was powerful and not steal.

Probably just fired in the air to alert the police boat.

In any case, I was hit hard by the whaling industry,

and I'd like to swear that I was the first to get back on

the boat.

We did it.

We did it.

Before a police boat was on the scene, we reached the

Rift Distillery and squeezed ourselves into the

barren marshland of St.

Louis.

It was Joachim.

Everything was going well, but the thing was stuck in

my bones.

I wanted to get off the ship, but I didn't dare tell

Frisco Kid the truth.

Man, it's fucking hot in here.

I think I'm gonna go down and get my ears kicked.

Stop it!

Stop it!

Man, this shit ain't worth a damn.

Now get up!

And when we drink here, you don't notice.

The opportunity was favorable.

I waited half an hour before I could be sure Frisco Kid

was wrong.

I had little to fear from Pete.

He was drunk in his cage.

There was no movement on the stirrup.

They hadn't noticed.

I felt safe.

I mean, I'm out of it.

Get out of here, but fast!

What are you doing here?

Get the fuck out of here!

I want to land!

Didn't you hear me tell you to get out of here or I'll

help you out a little.

But I have to land.

It's really important.

You can't land here, haven't you read the signs?

Get out of here!

There are no signs!

But there's enough on the east side!

I want the shore, not the east side.

There are no signs.

I'm here, too, and I'm telling you, there's a

smallpox station here, the whole island.

Here come those who come to quarantine from China.

Did the quarantine doctor send you here?

You're not gonna get your spit now, are you?

Yeah, she stayed away from me.

Where am I supposed to go?

Suddenly the sea was so big and the boat so small.

Back to your ship!

I was in a stupid mess.

Around the shores were treacherous swamps.

So I chose the lesser of two evils.

At least it came to me right away.

No one was on deck.

I was breathing.

My little trip hadn't happened at all.

Joe, come down here!

He said you were upset because you wanted to whistle

at us.

He's got his head in the hatch.

He didn't dare get off the deck.

You know, maybe I'm putting my character in that

handsome guard-bulb right in front of the gun.

The guys have nothing to do with it.

That's what they like.

A little variation.

What did you want with that?

It's all right.

Did you hear what I said?

He says nothing.

You want to hang out all the way to the vigilante to get

nothing from him?

Joe, what's up?

Don't worry about it.

The guy's totally drunk.

I told you, you're too noble to whistle at anyone.

I didn't miss how he said that.

It is noble.

It's just as stupid.

I felt hit, pushed aside.

Kid, you don't think you mean it.

I already told you what I mean.

I always say exactly what I mean.

I don't think you're that good at the can.

Let's not talk long.

I'll drive you to Auckland tomorrow.

It's only a jump from there until you get home.

It's the kid.

It's as simple as that.

All you have to do is say one word and you'll be home.

Kid, it was me.

An hour ago, I had only one wish to get home as soon as possible.

Now I found it unbearable to be sent off like that.

And today I wonder if he treated me that way so I could

dance to his whistle.

Why don't you just throw the rat overboard?

He's been paddling his ass off.

And if not, then not the world.

I know why you wanted to leave.

You had your pants full.

Up to the top.

You've got a little scratch claw, you've been thrown around.

Is that right?

- Yes, you did.

If you're going to lose weight on something like

this, how are you going to keep going when it gets thicker?

What do you mean, you're dead?

What do you mean, Pete lost his hand?

He's such a reikeso.

It's not me.

I know what you're doing.

Fishing for dynamite and stuff.

It's classically made, Doctor.

It cost a lot of money.

But you can look from here to Sacramento.

There's never been such a beautiful stump.

You can look at yourself.

They like it when you see their stumps.

Just be polite, won't you?

Think about how you want it.

You can stay, you can go.

No one's holding you.

I stayed.

Now I know why.

In my parents' home, I had been kept away from all the

hard and ugly.

But he offered me the ugly, he scared me, he scared me.

And since I didn't want to be afraid, I stayed.

I wanted to show him, but more than that, I wanted to

show myself.

That wasn't cowardly.

The explosion of the dynamite does not just kill

fish, which then drift dead on the surface.

The breed will also be destroyed.

Whole fish grounds are dying out.

I'll have another one.

At that time, this predatory fishing had become so

prevalent that the police used fish patrols.

The dynamite was one risk in this type of fishing, the

fish patrol the other.

Don't blow a little bit.

All right, that's enough.

Now the fish.

Yeah, there's a lot going on.

Just a few more blows.

Here, take the cashier.

And Kid, you stay on the wheel.

Where are the cops going today?

It's not going to be cleaned up, is it?

So they're sensing them.

Don't put the stick on the dynamite.

You think I want to blow up?

There's nothing going on.

I can't get the cops and I can't get the dynamite.

But a piece of you already got it.

Yeah, but just one piece.

It's a very small piece.

Well, otherwise, it's all up to you.

What kind of a person was that Pete?

He ignited a dynamite charge like it was a cigar.

And he saw his body as a gamble in a cheerful game, a

game of dynamite.

It's as if he's gained a familiar relationship with

the dynamite through his mutilated arm.

Let's see if there's more to come.

You never know before, but you don't know how this happens.

What kind of seizure?

Sometimes it's nothing for weeks, but then it's all

of a sudden.

What kind of seizure?

There you go, Kid.

You want me to make you another offer?

Do you want me to?

Well, what, Kid?

Yes, I want to.

Why don't you stop talking about it?

This guy is crazy.

Today's moth-eaten bait is crazy.

We've got to get out of here for the ring show.

When he was drunk, it could happen that he lit the

filament of a dynamite rod and the whole thing was in

the air over his head.

So he could make an offer to his destiny.

Of course, the thing always explodes up in the air and

nothing happens to it.

It's been a while.

But it might as well have been different.

Do you know if I'm that well-written up there?

Dude, Spinner, you're throwing this thing away.

I made my offer and I don't want to.

Pete lost the game, and we lost the stirrup.

We owned 70 cents and the boat together.

We converted the money into cloves, beef and a 10 cent

glass of French mustard.

At the time, we were crazy about French mustard.

In Port Costa, we sold the boat.

We could live on that for a while.

Then the hunger came back.

Kid said we'd make a deal.

I didn't know how, but I trusted him.

As a dog with his master, so I strolled with him

through the land.

Smell what?

- Hi.

- How are you?

Are you familiar with the area?

That's a question, isn't it?

We want to make a few bucks.

Is it around here?

You want to work?

You want a job?

Against what?

What's the point?

Somebody has to do the job.

You better do it than we have to.

Are you hungry?

- Yes, you did.

Why don't you all sit down?

Why don't you go to Sacramento with me?

And earn the coals there.

There's enough work to do.

We need the money here.

Then watch me get in here.

How reasonable.

You can go to Sacramento and get your coal.

It's 200 miles to Sacramento.

How are we supposed to get there?

Are you the hobos?

You've got a lot more to do, buddy.

If we say we're hobos, then it has its decency.

But it's an insult when someone like you says that.

Do you know where it's still the best?

You don't know.

In the state of Alabama.

In the state of Alabama?

Alabama, this is a fucking dirty, lousy

neighborhood, that's it.

I was with a nigga boy like that.

They locked us up.

If you've been smoking in Pennsylvania, the air is

good, Alabama.

There's a line, it's a cemetery that doesn't stop.

Why don't you go to Pennsylvania?

You can see the skeleton on the right and left of the rails.

One hobo next to the other.

Alabama, Chicago, Pennsylvania, and Montreal.

If all this had been a stone's throw away.

The continent didn't seem to be bigger to her than my

father's house to me.

Oh, nothing for me.

What I like is the white post office in Chicago.

Well, I have time for my age, especially the right one.

For the full-fledged, the brakes there.

And lazy as well.

And treadmills have blind people who can see.

I'm telling you, you can pencil on the puffinger.

It might be a thing.

If you want to do good to yourself, go to Montreal as a Frenchman.

- Yes, you did.

They can't even hear your English.

And I stood there and listened to them.

After her words, a new, unknown world opened up to me.

All they said to me was a single word.

It's an adventure.

- Hi.

- How are you?

And a crystal sail when you meet him.

He's down to Texas, too.

Tell him I was going to Ohio.

You do it right.

They were hobos, as they were called.

Weights of the railroad tracks, which could not

afford a ticket, but were infested with pedestrian traffic.

They traveled as blind passengers and made a living

from begging.

If he could do it, so could we.

We moved to the nearest reservoir.

The hobos at the train dam had told us that the water

reservoirs would be the best places to catch a train.

That's where the trains stopped so the locomotives

could refuel.

As soon as they start again and before they reach

their full speed, the moment would be right.

I don't want you.

Oh, you are so mature.

Oh, you are so mature.

Watch your step.

I'm going over there.

See the fifth, the sixth?

And 7.

Car from the front?

- Yes, you did.

What do you notice about them?

They don't have a door to get to the next car.

That's right, that's why they're called blind.

If you jump on the platform from such a blind man, no

one can come and ask you for your ticket.

At least not until the next station.

Kit had acquired some basic knowledge and worked

hard to teach it to me in a concentrated form.

Wait a minute, it's not that simple.

Because there's still the brake.

As with everything he packed, he also assumed that

you only need to accumulate and store enough

knowledge to get out of the depths of existence.

Even if, like this, it was all about the benefit of

free travel.

Only when the train has reached a certain speed do

they jump off the blinds and back up to the next normal car.

It's only when the brakes are off that you can jump.

I'm afraid I only listened with half an ear, because I

saw the narrow treadboards and the heavy sharp wheels.

I guess I didn't feel right.

I remember how proud I was.

We had made it while a whole bunch of experienced old

hobos had been fired.

One day was over.

One of my days.

Other days came, and each day took me further away

from the house I had grown up in.

I was young, and she kept pushing my nose forward and

gaining confidence.

In some cases, I've even won ground before Frisco Kid.

We don't have anything to give away.

Go ahead.

My ability to invent stories proved to be extremely

useful, especially when buying food.

I could already lie at the time that the beams were

drilling and rocky hearts were stirring to light-heartedness.

Hey, hey, what's up?

So let's get the hell out of here.

Hi, sir, I'm on my way to my sister's in California.

She's expecting a baby and her husband broke his foot.

My aunt says I shouldn't go to her, but I'm so damn

attached to my sister.

They're both dead, my father died a year ago and my mother.

Well, boy, I guess you just don't want to work.

I didn't really feel like working.

You wouldn't work if you found something.

Yeah, yeah, I would work.

I didn't drag stones all day until yesterday.

I know you, brothers.

The worst thing about you guys is that you're lazy and messy.

You've seen that before.

I've worked my whole life.

I'm a decent person.

I owe everything I have to myself.

You could make something out of yourself if you

worked and were a decent person.

I want to be a decent person.

If they give me something to eat now, I'll find myself

a proper job later.

So you don't have to look long.

Cut the potatoes at the back of the house.

When you're done, you'll get something to eat.

All right, I'll chop the potatoes.

But I'm hungry now, not just for the potatoes.

If they give me something now, I can work much better afterwards.

Oh, I know you brothers too well.

If I give you something right now, you'll be like a

lightning bolt.

How do I know they're in Helsia?

If I'd known, I wouldn't have passed them.

This seems to be a city full of Helsia.

You do it!

You bet, you son of a bitch!

You be careful.

Get the fuck back!

- Yes, you did.

Where did you come from?

I, uh, yeah, actually, from up there.

So, so, you're coming from up there.

He descended from heaven to earth, as it were.

Only the wings were lost on the way, huh?

That was in Rocksprings, Nevada.

At that time, people could be sent to the quarries for

treason and begging.

And it didn't help you when you weren't an adult.

Of course, they wanted a story too.

And they got them too.

They were land rats in the middle of the mainland.

So what better thing could I do than talk about the lake?

So you're saying you're an English sailor?

Well, we'll figure that out.

I was trying hard to figure out what they could do to

trap me.

I should know soon enough.

What ship have you been on?

In Glenmore.

What about Glenmore?

It was a devil's ship.

The captain was a real Satan.

He beat us until we collapsed without thinking.

I once saw the Glenmore anchored in San Francisco.

He blamed a sailor for the bait.

It's amazing that you're still alive.

I wouldn't be alive if I didn't run away.

When the Glenmore was in Montreal, I ran away.

You're in Montreal.

The captain of the Glenmore will forgive me for so

tarnishing his good name.

And what are you doing here in Nevada?

As a sailor boy, you lost nothing here.

I have a married sister in California.

She wrote that she wanted to take care of me.

A sister in California?

Yeah, her name is Bessie.

How long were you on the ship?

That's four years.

Oh, you've seen the world.

Oh, a whole lot, a whole bunch.

Where have you been?

Every now and then.

China Sea, Japan, Rangoon, Shanghai, Bombay, then

across to Africa, Cape of Good Hope, Rio de Janeiro,

Cape Horn.

Thank you, thank you.

Save that for yourself.

You can tell me enough.

It will soon be known what was in your story.

I knew right away that this gold earring wasn't gypsy jewelry.

And that the wind on the prairie hadn't turned his

skin into leather.

This old sea bear could have brought down my fake building.

Before he asked me anything, I had to ask him.

Wherever he'd been, what ships he'd been on.

Good afternoon, sailor.

You're just in the right place to help a brother out of trouble.

You're a sailor, right?

Yeah, that's exactly right.

At least I was once one.

It's been 20 years.

Where'd you go?

Almost always on merchant ships.

Most of them were French.

Far behind India.

Have you been to English potatoes?

Just once.

When did that happen?

Shut the fuck up!

You're quiet now.

You're not the one asking the questions.

That sounds good, Bill.

Yes, have you ever been to Rangoon?

We had to send the tax man to a country.

And how is that, Rangoon?

Yeah, as it is, no.

It rained pretty hard when we were there.

Didn't you have a shore leave?

Of course, three of us cottages were together in town.

Remember the great temple?

The temple?

The big one up the stairs.

Should I say yes?

Then I should have described him.

You can see it from the harbor.

You don't even need a vacation to see him.

He can't be seen from the harbor.

Not from the city, not from the stairs.

Because there's no temple.

I saw him with my own eyes.

When did that happen?

In the summer of 1973.

But it was destroyed in the great earthquake.

Destroyed?

Oh, that's too bad.

The stairs are still there.

You can see it from the harbor.

But what's a stairway without a temple on it?

And do you remember the little island right next to

the harbor entrance?

Isn't there a small island at every port entrance?

If necessary, I could turn left from the right.

She's gone now.

Twelve hated water where she was.

Do you know the customs building in Bombay?

Burned to the ground.

I almost got into a week of destruction.

Do you know this Jim Berry?

It's death.

Do you know Bill Harper in Shanghai?

Of course you know him.

He's been here for 40 years.

Yeah, the old Billy Harper.

Of course I know him.

And that was a real miracle.

Because Billy Harper was freely invented.

So if the boy didn't stick his nose in the sea wind,

then my skin never tasted salt either.

He's all right.

Let him go.

Let him go.

That's my boy.

You can tell by luck that we're a real seaman.

That's it.

Now get out of here.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Don't go that fast.

Wait a second.

Wait a minute.

There's something to eat in there.

My wife made it herself.

I get this every day.

You know, you just have to see that you're getting

married soon, too.

The sleeping nest included a sleeping train station.

Among Hobos, it was assumed that you would meet at the

reservoir if you were lost or dispersed.

I thought they'd send you to the quarries.

I lied to the hookers.

Finally, they put a pack of food in my hand just to keep

me quiet and leave.

Leave him alone.

The biggest food package I've ever seen.

We had a deep disgust for cakes.

Everywhere they turned us on dry cakes, the

leftovers from last Sunday.

But here we were headed right into a flood of cakes.

No butterbread with pieces of meat, nothing firm

between the teeth, nothing but dry crummy cake.

Years later, when I came to Rock Springs on a lecture

tour in a Pullman Express and a paid ticket,

everything here looked so unchanged that I

unwittingly wondered if the back-orgy of the

policewoman was still going on.

So, what do we do now?

And where?

It doesn't matter.

Get the fuck out of here.

And when we're out, what then?

Then we're somewhere else.

So what do we do?

It will be found.

That's how it's always been.

He lived through the day, he didn't make plans.

And if, then our target was inaccurate, unreachable.

We can try and catch Jack Skysegel.

- Who's that?

Oh, my gosh, Skysegel.

Skysegel was a kind of king of the bookmakers.

Somebody told me he showed up in Springfield.

His name was carved all over the pillars of the water tanks.

It's called Jack Skysegel.

On that pillar he had left a message that he was

heading west to Rock Springs on the 15th.

June had passed.

That's how we chased the sailboats for more than

3,000 miles.

Without even seeing him once.

Time and time again, we found the clue that he was less

than a day ahead of us.

Yeah, sometimes even for hours.

But he himself remained ghostly and invisible.

Day and night on the move, driven by the powerful

instinct of restlessness.

Frisco Kid became obsessed with looking for Skysegel.

The temptation of the unconscious had seized him.

The temptation to compete with the stronger and unattainable.

But then something happened that brought the crazy,

relentless search for Skysegel Jack into a peculiar light.

The track's closed.

Something must have happened.

A brake was dead.

A weigh-in had also been killed.

All the hobos knew that the train staff didn't always

shy away from violence.

Here, brakes and scales seemed to collide, and both

seemed to have stayed on track in the true sense of the word.

We did it.

We picked up Skysegel Jack.

He had arrived at the end of his restless journey.

Since we had no prospect of getting on the train, we

went to the next place, Rawlings.

It was early.

It was only five in the morning.

And before 8:00, we couldn't start working for breakfast.

Weighing bags.

Young hobos are hanging around here, just like us.

The man was tall and strong, but he couldn't catch his opponent.

He had too many arms and was everywhere.

They didn't want to kill him.

They were just trying to loot him.

Are you out of your fucking mind?

They make you smaller than you are.

Take it off!

What do you want with this?

These things are still pretty good at shooting.

We'll get a half-dollar for the trodler.

Let's not have to work so much for breakfast.

Bring her back.

What do you want me to do?

Bring them back.

What's the matter with you?

You have no idea.

You're saying the world is going to collapse because

of this.

Not because of that, I'm telling you.

And the earring you missed.

I often got beat up by my stepfather when he came home

drunk and wanted money from my mother.

Let's get some more booze.

But one day I was 11 and strong enough to fight back.

Then he put a bottle of beer on my head.

And then I swore to myself that when you're beaten,

you're with those who fight, not those who get beaten.

You got it?

Oh, yeah.

I'm just saying this so you'll know.

For the next time.

Why didn't you hit back?

Why wouldn't he?

Well, why not?

Well, that's right.