Chapter 22 Twenty-two journey

There is a difference of 196 degrees of longitude between Cape Benoy in Australia and Corinthia in America. If a cruise ship sails along the equator, it will take 6,350 kilometers.Since the earth is round, their ship traveled along the thirty-seventh degree of south latitude, and the voyage was reduced to 5,200 kilometers.It is 1,140 kilometers from the coast of the Americas to Telis to explore Kunya Island. If the wind is favorable, the captain plans to complete this journey within ten days.Sure enough, just as he hoped: that evening, the wind weakened significantly, and then turned to westerly again, so the Duncan fully demonstrated its superior performance on a calm sea.

The passengers sat on the ship and quickly returned to their usual habits. It seemed that they had been away from the ship for less than a month.After leaving the waves of the Pacific Ocean, they soon entered the Atlantic Ocean. Except for the careful distinction, all the waves were roughly believed.The untamed sea, which had tried them so harshly, was now working together to their aid.The sea is calm, the wind is right, and all sails are escorted by the westerly wind, assisting the indefatigable force in the boiler. The voyage went smoothly, without incident or accident.Everyone confidently waited for the emergence of the coast of Oceania, and the possibility gradually became a reality.Everyone talked about Captain Grant enthusiastically, as if the cruise ship was going to the commercial port to pick him up.His room and his companion's hammock were also ready, and Miss Mary was very happy to arrange and beautify his father's bedroom with her own hands.This bedroom was given up by Mr. O'Bill, who has now moved into his ladies' room.Adjacent to the bedroom was cabin number six that the geographer had reserved on the Scotia.

The learned Monsieur Paganel, almost always in room number six, worked from morning till night on a book called Impressions of the Prairie de Banpass.People often heard him try to read his sonorous sentence in an excited voice, and then write it down on the white paper of the notebook after reading it; Cleo, the goddess of literature and art, seeks inspiration from Galio, the god of poetry. It is not secret that geographers look to the Greek goddesses of art for inspiration.The leader of the goddesses, Apollo, was more than happy that the virgins left their magnificent Asgards to help our scholars.Lady Helene often congratulated him with sincerity on his successes.

McNabbs also praised him when he saw him socializing with the Greek goddess of literature and art. But, the major added from time to time, don't be careless, my dear scholar, and if you want to learn English, don't pick up a Chinese grammar book! Life on board is such a fulfillment.Sir and Madame paid attention to the actions of Menger and Miss Mary.They felt that the actions of the two cooperated very well, and the captain refused to reveal this relationship, so it was better to let it happen naturally. What will Captain Grant think of the matter in the future?Sir asked Madame one day.

He must have thought Mengele was worthy of his daughter, my dear Edward, and he was right to think so. At this time, the cruise ship had been sailing towards its target. Five days after leaving Cape Corinth, that is, on November 16, a cool westerly wind blew up; the southern tip of Africa often blows southeast winds, so we had to go around the Cape of Good Hope As long as the ship meets the westerly wind, it will be smooth.So the Duncan drew up all her sails: mainsail, schooner, foresail, topsail, mastheadsail, all kinds of small sails and auxiliary sails, and the rigging was buckled on the port side, and she was galloping at an amazing speed. with.With her bow splitting the back-flying waves, the propellers barely touching the water, the Duncan seemed to be in a water ski race.

The next day, the surface of the ocean was covered with grown seaweed, like an endless pond of grass.People almost thought that the algal seas of the North Atlantic, which were gathered from the dead trees and grass washed down from the neighboring continents, had been moved here.In the past, Captain Morley has specifically warned against this phenomenon.The geographer could not have more aptly compared the grasslands of Argentina to this sea of ​​kelp.The Duncan was gliding in this kind of grassland, and its speed was a little slower. Twenty-four hours later, at dawn, the sailors on the lookout cried: Land!

Where?Asked Austin, who was on duty. The windward direction!The sailor pointed. This sound excited all the guests on board, and the deck was full of people.After a while, a large telescope stretched out from the top floor first, followed by the geographer.Paganel set up his tools and looked in the direction indicated, but could see nothing resembling land. Look in the clouds!Said the captain to the scholar. Sure enough, Paganel replied, it seemed to be a mountain, almost invisible. Is that Telis' exploration of Quenya? If I recall correctly, Paganel said we were only sixty-eight kilometers apart, since the island is visible at this distance at an altitude of two thousand one hundred meters.

Yes.Captain Mengel replied. A few hours later, the group of steep islands was clearly visible on the horizon.The dark, conical peaks of the island of Quenya were revealed in the clear, colorful sky of the rising sun.After a while, the main island emerged from the stone forest. The island group formed a triangle sloping to the northeast, and the main island was at the top of the triangle. The center of the Quenya Archipelago in Telis is located at latitude 37°8' south and longitude 10°44' west. Seventeen kilometers southwest of it is a roadless island, and eight kilometers southeast.Five kilometers away is Yingdao. These two small islands nestle against the main island, forming a small and isolated group of islands in this part of the ocean.At noon, the ship determined two main locations as signs for identifying the way. One was the rock at the corner of Roadless Island that looked like a sailboat, and the other was two small islets at the northern end of Yingdao Island that looked like a remnant fortress.At three o'clock in the afternoon the Duncan sailed for Falmouth Bay in the archipelago.This bay, sheltered from the westerly wind by Cape Auxiliary, is calm and a good port.

There were several whalers there, hunting seals and other sea animals, for there are sea animals of every kind and variety on this coast, and they are innumerable. The captain was busy looking for a suitable anchorage, because the anchorage outside the harbor in this area was very dangerous due to northwest and north winds. It was here that the British brig Curia sank in 1829.The Duncan sailed half a kilometer from the shore and stopped at a place with many hidden reefs on the seabed and a water depth of eight meters.The passengers immediately boarded the longboat and landed on a stretch of fine black, soft sand.

The people of Tristanda Quenya lived in a small village deep in the bay, on the banks of a murmuring mountain stream.There are about fifty or so houses in the village, which are quite clean and arranged according to regular geometric patterns, forming a model of English architecture.Behind this model-like town lay a plain of fifteen square kilometers. At the end of the plain was a vast expanse of igneous rock, on which stood the conical peak, reaching two thousand one hundred and thirty meters into the sky. Sir was received by the local Governor, a place under the jurisdiction of the British colonial government on the Cape of Good Hope.Glenarvan immediately questioned him about Harry, Grant, and the Britannia.But these two names are completely unfamiliar to him.This archipelago is not a traffic hub, so there is very little ship traffic.Since the 1821 wreck of the Browntown Hall off Roadless Island, two other ships have sunk in this bay: the Brimoqua in 1845, and a The American three-masted ship Fredelphia in 19857.These are the only three shipwrecks recorded in this group of isolated islands.

Jazz didn't want to get any definite clues, he just asked the governor just to feel at ease.He even sent people to patrol the island with all the speedboats on board. The island was only fifteen square kilometers, and even if it was three times larger, it would not be able to accommodate a London or a Paris. The passengers walked in the village and on the nearby coast while the Sir went to make inquiries of the Governor.The archipelago has a total population of more than 150 people, all of whom are British and Americans. They intermarry with local and South African blacks here. These women are extremely ugly. These travelers were delighted as soon as they set foot on land, and they walked as far as the coast adjoining the plain.The plains are cropped, only partly cultivated, and the rest are a series of spouted rock cliffs, high and barren, inhabited by millions of gigantic albatrosses and stupid penguins. After inspecting these igneous rocks, the visitors walked towards the plains. The frozen snow on the mountains melted into running water, forming many streams with gurgling water everywhere; There are as many children as there are flowers; only an eight-meter-high buckthorn tree and some huge woody reed plants Tusex stand upright on the green pasture; Roses, lion's head grass with strong branches and tangled fibers, evergreen shrubs, fragrant and refreshing ash, moss, wild celery, and fern.These are local specialty plants, not many types, but very lush.People often pour all their tenderness to this blessed island for an eternal spring.Geographers praised it excitedly, thinking that this is the famous fairy island Ojiji sung by the French writer Féneron.He advised Mrs. Helen to find a fairy cave on the island to live in, and learn from the lovely and beautiful goddess Galisa to be the master of the island. As for himself, he is willing to bow down under her pomegranate skirt and be a little fairy serving the goddess. The people walking admired, talked and laughed, and didn't return to the boat until evening.Around the village are large herds of cattle and sheep grazing; the fields are planted with wheat, corn and vegetables that have only been brought to the island in the past 40 years. These plants grow well and have spread from the fields to the streets of the town. When Jazz returned to the ship, the patrol boat sent by the Duncan also returned.They circled the island in a few hours, and found no trace of Captain Grant on the way.The trip, therefore, turned out to be fruitless, except that the Tristan Quenyas were dropped from the search plan. Now, the Duncan could have left the group of Oceanian islands and continued eastward, but she did not sail that night because the Sir allowed his crew to hunt a seal.There are really too many seals here, and the coastal waters of Falmer Bay are blocked.In the past, there were many arctic whales here, but too many people hunted them, chasing after them, so that they are almost extinct now.Instead, those amphibians can be found in large groups.The crew on the Duncan decided to use the night time to work hard, and then use the next day to store up the oil they boiled. Therefore, the Duncan was delayed for three days, that is, on November 20th. During dinner, the geographer told a little about the history of the islands of Tristan, which was very interesting to everyone.They knew that these islands were discovered by the Portuguese Telis in 1506.Da.Discovered by Quenya, one of the entourage of the famous Portuguese explorer Albuquerque.After the archipelago was discovered, no one cared about it, thinking that it was the lair of the storm. In fact, this view is not unreasonable. Its reputation is no better than that of the Cuban desert island of Belmudes.So people seldom approach it. Most of the ships that land here come here because they are really helpless by the Atlantic hurricane. In 1697, three Dutch ships of the East India Company moored here and determined the azimuth of the archipelago. Later, in 1700, the British astronomer Halley revised the calculation of this azimuth.From 1712 to 1767, several French navigators also paid attention, one of the important ones was the Frenchman Laberouse, who studied Came here. Until then, very few people have visited the island, so it has remained uninhabited. In 1882, an American, Lambert, did the pioneering work.He and two companions landed in the first month, and bravely set out to cultivate wasteland.The British Governor of the Cape of Good Hope, hearing of their prosperity, offered them protection, which they accepted, and hung the Union Jack over their huts.There are two subjects in this small country: one is an old Italian, and the other is a Portuguese mulatto. King Lambert seems to be able to rule the small kingdom peacefully, but one day, when he was patrolling the coast of the kingdom, he did not know Whether he fell into the water by slipping or was pushed into the sea and drowned.In 1786, Napoleon was imprisoned on the island of St. Helena in the Atlantic Ocean. In order to monitor him, Britain sent a force to the island of Ascension and a force to the island of Thales. It consisted of a company of artillery and a troop of soldiers of the Horton tribe.They stayed there until Napoleon died on that deserted island before being transferred back to the Cape of Good Hope. Afterwards only one European remained, the geographer added, and he was a captain, a Scot. ah!It's a Scot!McNabbs said.The major was always very interested in his fellow countrymen. Yes, his name is William.Glass, replied the geographer, was left on the island with his wife and two Hotunts.Soon, two more Englishmen came to live with them on the island, one was a sailor, the other was a fisherman on the Thames, who had served as cavalry in the Argentine army.Finally, after the sinking of the Brandon Hall in 1891, an escaped traveler and his young wife found themselves here again.At that time, there were only six men and two women on the island.In 1899 there were seven men, six women and four children.In 1905 the population reached forty, and now it has tripled. Many countries are formed in this way.Sir said. To complete the history of the islands of Tristan, I may add, cries the geographer, that this island, like Juanfe in the South Pacific, seems to me to be called Robinson's Island.For, if two sailors were stranded on the island of Juanfe, two scholars were also stranded on this archipelago.In 1793 my compatriot, the naturalist Qubudi.Dual was so excited to collect plant specimens on the island that he got lost and didn't touch the ship until the captain lifted anchor.In 1824, my dear lord, your compatriot Er, the able painter, was left on the island for eight months.His captain, forgetting that he hadn't returned to the ship, sailed for the Cape of Good Hope. The captain is careless, said MacNabbs, you two must be brothers, don't you? A brother is not a brother, Mr. Major, but he deserves to be my brother for being so careless! This answer from the geographer ends the conversation. During the night, the crew of the Duncan had a successful hunt, and more than fifty great seals were killed.The jazz not only allowed hunting, but also allowed the crew to have a good harvest.So the next day everyone peeled off the skins of these valuable animals and boiled them in oil.Naturally, passengers whiled away their free time on the landing excursions.Both the sir and the major had their guns slung, and wanted to enjoy some game.They walked until they reached the foot of the mountain, which was littered with fragments of rock, black porous extrusive rocks, weathered remains, remnants of volcanoes.The foot of the mountain is drilled out of countless crumbling piles of rocks.Therefore, the image of the conical peak is not difficult to imagine.The British captain Karl thought it was an extinct volcano, and he had reasons. Our hunters saw several boars, one of which was shot and killed by Major McNabbs.Jazz only killed a few black bamboo chickens and brought them home for the chef to cook a wonderful dish.There are also a few goats looming on the hilltops of the plateau in the distance.As for the lynxes, which are tall, bold, and agile, even dogs are afraid of seeing them, they breed very fast on the island, and one day they will become great kings of the mountain. At eight o'clock in the evening, everyone went back to the boat to rest.At night, the Duncan left Tellys to explore the Isle of Quenya. Captain Mengel meant to load coal at the Cape of Good Hope, so he had to go northwards two degrees away from the 37th parallel.The Duncan sailed below the trade winds and encountered a strong westerly wind to see her off.In less than six days, the 700 kilometers between Telistan Island and the Cape of Good Hope were completed.On November 24th, at three o'clock in the afternoon, we saw Table Mountain from the boat.After a while, the captain took the bearing of Signal Hill, which marked the entrance to the bay.Shortly before eight o'clock the ship entered the bay and dropped anchor in Cape Town Harbour.Since Paganel is a member of the Geographical Society, he naturally knew that the Cape of Good Hope was first discovered by the Portuguese Admiral Diaz in 1486, and that the famous Portuguese navigator José Goda Gama circumvented it in 1497. here.Moreover, it was this great navigator whom Luscha of Cammons sang, how could Paganel, the famous geographer, not know?On this point, he expressed a little opinion: he said that Diaz saw the Cape of Good Hope six years before Columbus's first voyage, if Diaz had circled the Cape of Good Hope at that time, the discovery of America might be postponed indefinitely.Because the route between Europe and the East Indies, bypassing the Cape of Good Hope, is the shortest and best route.The reason why the great Genoese navigator sailed westward was to find a shortcut to the country of spices.Therefore, as soon as the Cape of Good Hope was bypassed, this shortcut was found. What's the point of his exploring west?It would be impossible for him to do that meaningless expedition again. Cape Town is located in the depths of Cape Bay. It was founded in 1652 by the Dutch Van.Rebek established.It is an important colonial capital of the United Kingdom. After the signing of the treaty in 1815, the colony came under the management of the United Kingdom. The passengers on the Duncan took advantage of the berthing time to go ashore for a visit. Passengers had only twelve hours to explore, because Captain Mengel only needed one day to load coal, and he wanted to sail early on the twenty-sixth. The whole city of Cape Town is not big, so it doesn't take much time to visit.The city is distributed like a large chessboard divided into squares, on which 30,000 people, white and black, play various roles, kings, queens, cavalry, pawns, and perhaps buffoons.At least, that's how the geographer described it.There are no attractions in Cape Town, just look at the towering fortress at the southeast corner, the garden of the governor's office, the stock exchange, the museum, and a stone cross erected by Diaz when he first discovered the Cape of Good Hope.After reading these, people can at most taste the local specialty Pengtai wine, other than that, there is nothing to miss.Our travelers did likewise, and they set sail early next morning.The Duncan drew touchsail, jib, mainsail, foresail, and in a few hours rounded the famous Cape of Storms, which was renamed Cape of Good Hope by the optimistic King John II of Portugal. The sea is flat and the wind is smooth. The total distance from the Cape of Good Hope to Amsterdam Island is 1,600 kilometers, and it is estimated that it can be completed in ten days.Travelers are luckier at sea than they are on the Banpas prairie. The wind and the water, which used to be united against them on land, now cooperate to help them on their way. They have no reason to complain to nature. . ah!Ocean!ocean!The geographer kept saying that the ocean is where human beings come in!Ships are truly the medium of civilization!Think about it, my friends.If there is no ocean on the earth, people will not be able to recognize one thousandth of its area in the 20th century!Look again: in the forests of Siberia, in the plains of Central Asia, in the deserts of Africa, in the grasslands of America, in the mines of Oceania, and in the ice regions of the poles, in these places, people can hardly Dive in and venture in, and the boldest will recoil and the bravest will be intimidated.In short, this way is dead.Insufficient means of transportation, heat, disease and the toughness of the natives constituted insurmountable obstacles.The 11-kilometer desert keeps people away from each other until death, which is more resistant than the 270-kilometer ocean!On the two coasts facing each other far away, people feel that the world is close to each other.But as long as there is a forest between them, they will become different from each other!Great Britain and Australia are far apart, but they seem to be connected by borders, while Egypt and Senegal seem to be separated by millions of kilometers, and Beijing and Petersburg seem to be separated in the sky.It is much easier for us to cross the vast ocean today than to cross the Sahara Desert in Africa. As Captain Morley of the United States said, the reason why the continents of the world can establish friendly relations is entirely thanks to the ocean! The geographer spoke enthusiastically, and even McNabbs did not criticize this ode to the ocean.Yes, if you are looking for Harry.Grant, the arduous work of advancing over land entirely along the thirty-seventh parallel will never be attempted.Fortunately, there are oceans on the earth, which can carry our navigators from one land to another.On December 6th, just after dawn, a new mountain emerged from the embrace of the waves. That is the island of Amsterdam, which lies in latitude 37° 47' south and longitude 77° 24' east, and whose conical peak is visible at a distance of twenty-five kilometers on a clear day.At eight o'clock, the outline of the peak was still very vague, and it looked very similar to Tenerife. Therefore, says the Sir, the peak resembles the Isle of Torres. Your inference is absolutely correct, the geographer replied, according to the geometric principle, if the two islands A and B are similar to C, then the two islands A and B are also similar.I should add that the island of Amsterdam, like the island of Tolis, was and is always rich in seals and Robinsons. Are Robinsons everywhere?Lady Helene asked. Is it not, ma'am, replied the geographer, that there are few islands that I know of that have not had similar incidents, long before your immortal compatriot Defoe wrote Robinson Crusoe. up. Mister Paganel, said Miss Mary, may I ask you a question? Mention both, my dear lady, and I promise to answer you. Then, the girl said again, if you were exiled to a desert island, would you be afraid? I'm afraid?The geographer cried out. Come on, my friend, said MacNabbs, you don't always say that being left on a desert island is your most ardent wish? I wouldn't say that, Paganel said, but I don't hate it when it happens.I rearranged a new life, living by fishing and hunting, living in caves in winter and living in trees in summer.I will have a warehouse to stock my stuff.In short, I was able to develop the island by myself. Do you develop by yourself? If it is really necessary, I will develop it by myself.But in the world, is there really a time when people are alone?Couldn't he have had some friends in the animal kingdom?For example, tame a kid, raise a talking parrot or a cute monkey.In case another partner comes by chance, just like Robinson Robinson met the faithful Friday, wouldn't your life be happy?Two friends on an isolated island, this is happiness!suppose the major and i Thank you, said McNabbs hastily, I'm not so eager to imitate Robinson Crusoe, and I can't imitate it. Dear Mr. Paganel, Mrs. Helen has spoken. You have been sent to the clouds by your imagination. After all, reality and dreams are not on the same starting line.You are just talking about the Robinson Crusoe in your imagination. Someone chooses an isolated island for him first, and then transports him there with care. Nature treats him like a spoiled child. You are only thinking about the good side of things. ! how!Do you think, madam, that man is unhappy on a desert island? I do not believe.Man is born to live a social life, not to live a lonely life apart from the crowd.Loneliness can only produce despair.In the beginning, a person has just climbed out of the waves. Due to the anxiety of material life and the need for life safety, he may not be able to think of other places to go. The confusion in front of him makes him unable to think of future threats.But how will he feel when he feels lonely guarding the deserted island alone, with no hope of returning to his homeland or seeing his relatives again?How he suffers!His isolated island is his world, and he is the only one among all human beings. When he dies, he seems to be the last person in the world at the end of the world.Terrible is this death in solitary life!Believe me, Monsieur Paganel, you had better not be such a man. The geographer had to admit that Mrs. Helen's words were reasonable, and the conversation continued to be a fuss about solitary life until the Duncan stopped on the sea one kilometer from the shore of Amsterdam Island. This group of islands hanging alone in the Atlantic Ocean consists of two islands fifty kilometers apart: the north is Amsterdam Island [Note: or St. Peter Island. ], to the south is St. Paul Island.However, here we should mention that the names of these two islands are often confused by geographers and navigators. These two islands were discovered by the Dutchman Flaming in December 1796. Later, Dentel Gastor, with the Hope and the Quest, reconnaissance of the islands when they were looking for La Perouse.The confusion between the names of the two islands began with Dantelgasto.Sailors Barrow and Bodin mislabeled the two islands on the map, so that Hosberg, Pinboton, and other geographers later consistently referred to St. Peter's Island as St. Paul's Island and St. Paul's Island as St. Peter's Island .When the Austrian warship Novara circumnavigated the world in 1859, the crew began to correct this error.This time Paganel emphasized it again. St. Paul's Island is located in the south of Amsterdam Island. It is a small uninhabited island. It is formed by a volcanic cone, which may have been a volcano in ancient times.To the north of it is the island of Amsterdam, twenty kilometers in circumference, populated by a few people who have voluntarily left their homeland to live in solitude, and are used to that wretched life.They are the caretakers of the fishery, which is owned by Mr. Altovan, a merchant from the Isle of Bourbon.The owner of the island, who has not been recognized by the European powers, receives a huge annual salary of 75,000 to 80,000 francs, because he has people fishing there for fingerfish. ], catch them and marinate them, and then ship them out in bulk for sale. It should be mentioned that the island of Amsterdam belongs naturally to France and has been owned by it for a long time.Earlier, it belonged to Mr. Kamen, the navigator of Saint-Denis, Bourbon Island, in the relationship of the original occupation right; later, it was assigned to the Poles in accordance with an international treaty, and the Poles used slaves from Madagascar here Reclamation.The Pole said that Poland and France were inseparable, so when Ottovan became the owner of the island, the island became French. When the Duncan moored off the coast of this island on December 6, 1864, the population of the island was only three;Therefore, the geographer had the honor to meet the venerable Mr. Viot, and once again had the opportunity to shake hands with his compatriots.Mr. Vio is very old, and this loyal elder entertained the distinguished guests on the island very politely.It is really a happy day for him to receive some lovely foreign guests.Amsterdam Island is only visited by sealers or very few whalers. These people are usually very rude. They deal with sharks every day and will not have much self-cultivation. Mr. Vio introduced his subjects to the guests, the above-mentioned mixed-race people, who are the entire population of the island.In addition, there are several wild boars hiding in their nests and thousands of stupid penguins.Their home is deep in a natural harbor in the southwest, formed by a landslide. Long before the reign of Otto I, there were precedents of shipwrecks on the island of Amsterdam.Paganel narrated two stories, the first of which began with The Adventures of Two Scots on the Isle of Amsterdam, a subject which aroused great interest in the audience. It was 1827.The British ship Palmyra passed in front of the island, and from a distance, a thick smoke on the island was seen rising into the sky.The captain spotted the distress signal of the victims.He sent a boat to bring back two people: a young man named Benar, twenty-two years old; the other named Brov, forty-eight years old.These two people are not human anymore.For eighteen months, he hardly ate or drank any fresh water, and only relied on mussels to sustain his life.They bent the steel needles they carried with them to fish. Sometimes they caught a young wild boar, and sometimes they had nothing to eat for three days.They lit a fire with flint and steel, just like the lamp goddess in ancient Roman temples, they often guarded it, lest it go out, and carried the fire with them when they went out, as if it was a priceless treasure.In this way, they were suffering from hardship and exhaustion.The two of them were sent to the island by a seal-catching sailboat. According to the custom in the fishing industry, they should live on the island for a month, catch seals, skin them, and boil oil, and then someone sent a boat to take them back.However, five months have passed, and the boat that came to pick them up has never appeared.One day, a ship called Hope, which was going to Vendemonium, came to the island, but the captain was not loyal for some reason, refused the request of the two Scots, and drove the ship away without leaving even a biscuit or a mouthful of fresh water. Down.If the Palmyra hadn't passed by and rescued these two poor wretches, they would surely have died. The History of Amsterdam Island If a desert island has a history, another event recorded is what happened to Captain Pei Long.This is a Frenchman, whose adventures began and ended like those of the two Scotsmen: first, he voluntarily came to the island to live for a while, then, also, the pre-arranged ship did not pick them up on time, and after forty months there was no one. Inquiry, the last foreign ship was blown near the island by the wind.However, there was a bloody struggle during Pei Long's exile, a bit like Daniel.The experience of Robinson Robinson, the protagonist in Defoe's novel, when he returned to the island. Pei Long brought four sailors, two Englishmen and two Frenchmen, and they planned to spend fifteen months hunting sea lions.However, 15 months have passed, the ship has not arrived, the food is gradually running out, and international relations are not easy to maintain.The two Englishmen rebelled and attacked the French. If the two Frenchmen hadn't helped each other, Pei Long would have been murdered.From then on, the two opposing sides watched each other day and night, never separated from their weapons, and fought each other. Both sides lived a life of hardship and anxiety.A frivolous international problem divides a few unfortunate people into irreconcilable camps on this deserted island. If they were not rescued by a British ship, the two tigers would fight each other and one would be injured. The above is the story that happened on the island.Twice the island of Amsterdam has become home to abandoned sailors, and twice these sailors have been rescued here by God from misery and death.But since then, no ship has been wrecked here.If anything, some remnant had hit the sand, and the wrecked crew might have escaped to Mr. Veau's fishing grounds.Then, the old man, who was very old, never had the opportunity to express his hospitality to the shipwrecked.What Britannia, what Captain Grant, he had no idea.Obviously, neither Amsterdam nor St. Paul's Island was the place where Captain Grant's accident happened. Sir was neither surprised nor disappointed by the old man's answer.Where he and his traveling companions lay several times, there was no sign of Captain Grant.However, they just wanted to confirm that Captain Grant was indeed not on the 30th parallel south latitude, that's all.Therefore, Captain Mengel decided to continue his journey the next day. Passengers toured the island until the night.The scenery of the island is fascinating.But the flora and fauna of the island are few and far between, and even the best biologists can hardly write a page.The so-called beasts, birds, fish, and cetaceans are only a few wild boars, some snow chickens, albatrosses, perch, and seals.Here and there springs of hot springs and iron-bearing mineral springs sprang from fissures in the pale black rocks, and thick water smoke rose from the water, some of which were very hot.The captain tried it with a thermometer, and it reached 80 degrees Celsius.Catch fish from the sea a few steps away, bring it to this near-boiling hot spring, and cook it for a few minutes before it becomes a delicious meal.That way Paganel wouldn't dare to jump in and take a bath. Everyone happily visited.At night, Jazz bid farewell to the loyal elder, Mr. Vio.Everyone wished him well and wished him all the best on the island.The old man also thanked them back, wishing them a safe journey and a successful search.Then they boarded the Duncan's dinghy and returned to the ship.