"# They go away for a very long time, # in the mist or in the wind." "# Like the clouds, # they're going on a journey, # the sailors leave the port." "# I think that the sailors go away, # to listen to the song, # of the mermaid with long hair, # and I think that she sang for them." "Bernard Lemoigne and Sébastien's friendship began with a terrible fight." "Because Bernard was covering the walls with the words: "Maréchal murderer", something which greatly displeased Sébastien, who fought hard." "But Bernard had his reasons." "He's the son of Julien Lemoigne, captain aboard the Narval." "For him, his father's accident, the damage on board, the fire:" "all this is Maréchal's fault, because of the old hatred he has against the Théphanie's." "Ultimately, there was only Gwen Théphanie to save the Narval, and this, Maréchal didn't want." "Gwen had to disobey his orders." "And now, under his command, the damage repaired, the Narval is sailing toward France, so, all is well." "Except for those who cannot forget the past." "Even Clarisse has left." "Clarisse left?" "That's what I said." "I looked everywhere." "Do you know where she is?" "At the church, probably." "It's not Sunday." "Sometimes she goes on weekdays." "A way that she has of hiding." "I was talking with your uncle about all this misfortune at sea." "She must have heard us." "It will have got her worked up again." "Has she gone to Saint-Marc?" "Yes, it's there that she goes." "Well, goodbye!" "Did you close the door and put the key under the flowerpot?" "I remembered!" "Clarisse." "Clarisse." "What's the matter?" "They're going to die." "Fire." "Water and fire." "They'll die if Gwen Théphanie remains on board." "My God, make her no longer crazy." "But there's no longer any fire aboard the Narval." "It's over." "Finished!" "Finished." "Yes, I saw..." "I know." "Clarisse?" "Can you hear me?" "Clarisse, listen to me." "No more fire." "Do you understand?" "Everything's fine." "What you see in your head, it's not the truth." "Your mind, it invents things." "It's okay, it happens to me too when I dream." "Clarisse?" "Wake up." "Are you okay, Clarisse?" "Sure?" "Shall I leave you alone?" "Yes." "You're no longer afraid of anything?" "No." "Gwen asked me to come to see his parents from time to time." "I don't understand." "Everything is settled and you're all even more sad than before." "Why did you come here?" "Well, I came to find Clarisse, she's in the church." "Goodbye." "Are you going to the office?" "No." "Won't you ever go back there?" "No." "Yet it was you who were wrong!" "Well..." "I think it's you." "Maybe." "Today, everybody has the blues." "It's one of those days..." "Are you bored?" "Oh, it doesn't matter." "You should go swimming, it'd cheer you up." "By myself?" "That's no fun." "And with me?" "With you?" "You started before me!" "Siza!" "Brrr, it's almost as cold as in Greenland!" "Damn, I shouldn't talk about that." "Cover yourself." "Ah, little brute!" "I have sand in my eyes." "Sorry, I didn't do it on purpose." "Fortunately." "Are you less sad?" "Much less." "It's a pretty name, Sophie Virginie." "You think so?" "I came across a book at Morsan." "It was "Paul et Virginie"'." "Do you know it?" "A little, yes." "I haven't read it, I just looked at the pictures." "You don't look at all like the girl!" "Should I be offended?" "No, she has a long nose and an ugly dress!" "Not you!" "What are you thinking about?" "If all goes well, the Narval will be here in 7 or 8 days." "He'll pass offshore, out there in the channel." "The whole district will be on the dock waiting for him." "If everything goes well." "Gwen will be so tired that his eyes won't have quite the same colour." "It's an obsession that you have to talk all the time about him!" "If you knew him..." "Well I don't know him." "Everyone's thinking about him, you know." "Exactly, it's not fair." "How do you mean, not fair?" "But he's not alone." "What about the others on the Narval?" "We talk about them too." "Not you." "You can't understand." "Gwen risked his life and career when he decided to stay on board the Narval." "It was to annoy my uncle." "By saving his ship?" "Oh, I don't know, I don't understand any of it." "I think I'm a very bad friend to you." "It's because you don't think about me, but all the time about the Narval." "It's true." "Come on, let's have a race!" "What?" "So, Sébastien, you coming?" "I run faster than you." "That remains to be seen." "So, my boy, do I win?" "When we know each other better, could I just say "you"?" "(familiar form)" "You can start right now." "Ouch!" "Siza!" "Look!" "It's an abalone, a Haliotis, if you prefer." "It must be rare with a name like that?" "No, not very." "Not very?" "It was pretty, why throw it away?" "If I give you something, it'll be something rare!" "Sébastien, I love abalone, and here, they are very rare." "We'll try and find another one, if you want." "I'll give you a horseshoe, a shoe worn by Monseigneur when he won the Grand Prix du Marais." "Mm." "Is that all it means to you?" "Right." "I beg your pardon." "Goodbye." "What a character!" "But listen, we can't talk, you're always thinking about something else." "I was thinking of your uncle because of the Mary-Morgane." "Look." "Are you sure it's her?" "I always recognize her." "When my uncle goes to sea, it's because he has the blues." "Tomorrow, if he goes, I'll go with him." "Can I take your place for a minute?" "And then what?" "We've been gone 3 hours and you haven't given me a single turn at the wheel!" "Have you peeled the potatoes?" "Not yet." "What are you waiting for?" "I won't learn how by peeling potatoes." "There's a beginning to everything." "You, then..." "You're not for modern methods!" "What?" "Modern methods, you know?" "Go and peel the potatoes!" "The potatoes!" "Ho!" "A fish!" "Okay, like that?" "That will do!" "Not bad going, today!" "In broth with potatoes and onions!" "And the potatoes!" "Don't forget the salt." "Don't forget the salt." "He was speaking to you." "Me?" "Whenever there's a ship's boy on board, the cooking is his job." "The mackerel, needs to be gutted before cooking." "Here, watch." "Hurry up!" "We need to eat before turning back!" "Feel better?" "Yes." "You're taking your time!" "And the onions and salt, did you remember them?" "Sébastien!" "Bring me my pipe!" "Take your time, we'll have lunch tomorrow." "I can't find it." "In my jacket pocket in the bows." "Hey!" "Thanks." "Jonathan, there's a ship's boy aboard." "Watch out, we're going to turn!" "Take in your lines!" "But lunch isn't ready!" "It's midday, I'm hungry." "Jonathan!" "We haven't any bread." "Have you thought about the coffee?" "Thank you." "Hey, you can't see anything through those windows, you must clean them." "I Just did, 10 minutes ago." "You'll have to start again." "Have you done the dishes?" "I haven't had time." "One wonders what you've been doing." "He's giving it a real go, the kid." "I've never seen anything like it." "Finished!" "What should I do?" "A break." "No time!" "Deck to scrub, brass to polish, blankets to be tidied up." "And then..." "And then that's it." "Come on." "Listen carefully." "I love it." "If you wanted, ship's boy, you could be a sailor." "I'd still need to learn to steer." "Jonathan!" "Huh?" "Give the wheel to the kid!" "It's he who'll take us back." "Stand on that, short-stack." "Heading of 210." "Do you see?" "Look carefully at the coast." "Do you see the steeple of St. Colombe, there?" "You must align it with the white rock." "Ah, luff." "Luff a little, my dear chap." "Ah, that's fine." "That way, you'll come straight into Morsan cove." "# I think that the sailors go away, # to listen to the song, # of the mermaid with long hair, # and I think that she sang for them." "# However, if I were a sailor, # maybe one fine morning, # on lifting the trawl net, # like you don't see anymore," "# I would catch the mermaid, # the mermaid with long hair."