少年派的奇幻漂流 Chapter 62

Chapter 62,I slept in fits that night. Shortly before sunrise I gave up trying to fall asleep again and lifted myself on an elbow. I spied with my little eye a tiger. Richard Parker was restless. He was moaning and growling ¹ and pacing about the lifeboat. It was impressive. I assessed the situation. He couldn't be hungry. Or at least not dangerously hungry. Was he thirsty? His tongue hung from his mouth, but only on occasion, and he was not panting. And his stomach and paws were still wet. But they were not dripping wet. There probably wasn't much water left in the boat. Soon he would be thirsty.,I looked up at the sky. The cloud cover had vanished. But for a few wisps on the horizon, the sky was clear. It would be another hot, rainless day. The sea moved in a lethargic ² way, as if already exhausted ³ by the oncoming heat.,I sat against the mast and thought over our problem. The biscuits and the fishing gear assured us of the solid part of our diet. It was the liquid part that was the rub. It all came down to what was so abundant around us but marred ⁴ by salt. I could perhaps mix some sea water with his fresh water, but I had to procure ⁵ more fresh water to start with. The cans would not last long between the two of us - in fact, I was loath ⁶ to share even one with Richard Parker - and it would be foolish to rely on rainwater.,The solar stills were the only other possible source of drinkable water. I looked at them doubtfully. They had been out two days now. I noticed that one of them had lost a little air. I pulled on the rope to tend to it. I topped off its cone ⁷ with air. Without any real expectation I reached underwater for the distillate pouch ⁸ that was clipped to the round buoyancy chamber ⁹. My fingers took hold of a bag that was unexpectedly fat. A shiver of thrill went through me. I controlled myself. As likely as not, salt water had leaked in. I unhooked the pouch and, following the instructions, lowered it and tilted ¹⁰ the still so that any more water from beneath the cone might flow into it. I closed the two small taps that led to the pouch, detached it and pulled it out of the water. It was rectangular in shape and made of thick, soft, yellow plastic, with calibration marks on one side. I tasted the water. I tasted it again. It was salt-free.,"My sweet sea cow!" I exclaimed to the solar still. "You've produced, and how! What a delicious milk. Mind you, a little rubbery, but I'm not complaining. Why, look at me drink!",After adding a little sea water to the bucket's contents, I placed it on the side bench just beyond the tarpaulin ¹⁶. With the end of the morning coolness, Richard Parker seemed safely settled below. I tied the bucket in place using rope and the tarpaulin hooks on the side of the boat. I carefully peeked ¹⁷ over the gunnel. He was lying on his side. His den ¹⁸ was a foul ¹⁹ sight. The dead mammals were heaped together, a grotesque ²⁰ pile of decayed animal parts. I recognized a leg or two, various patches of hide, parts of a head, a great number of bones. Flying-fish wings were scattered ²¹ about.,I cut up a flying fish and tossed a piece onto the side bench. After I had gathered what I needed for the day from the locker ²² and was ready to go, I tossed another piece over the tarpaulin in front of Richard Parker. It had the intended effect. As I drifted away I saw him come out into the open to fetch the morsel ²³ of fish. His head turned and he noticed the other morsel and the new object next to it. He lifted himself. He hung his huge head over the bucket. I was afraid he would tip it over. He didn't. His face disappeared into it, barely fitting, and he started to lap up the water. In very little time the bucket started shaking and rattling ²⁴ emptily with each strike of his tongue. When he looked up, I stared him aggressively in the eyes and I blew on the whistle a few times. He disappeared under the tarpaulin.,It occurred to me that with every passing day the lifeboat was resembling a zoo enclosure more and more: Richard Parker had his sheltered area for sleeping and resting, his food stash ²⁵, his lookout ²⁶ and now his water hole.,The temperature climbed. The heat became stifling ²⁷. I spent the rest of the day in the shade of the canopy ²⁸, fishing. It seems I had had beginner's luck with that first dorado. I caught nothing the whole day, not even in the late afternoon, when marine ²⁹ life appeared in abundance. A turtle turned up, a different kind this time, a green sea turtle, bulkier and smoother-shelled, but curious in the same fixed ³⁰ way as a hawksbill. I did nothing about it, but I started thinking that I should.,The only good thing about the day being so hot was the sight the solar stills presented. Every cone was covered on the inside with drops and rivulets ³¹ of condensation ³².,The lay about the deck growling together in talk. 他们在甲板上到处游荡，聚集在一起发牢骚。,He felt too miserable and lethargic to get dressed.他心情低落无精打采 ，完全没有心思穿衣整装 。