"# They'll have the memory, # of a tear or a smile." "# And in their luggage, # perhaps a picture, # but they leave without remorse." "# 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." "As Sébastien said, the Captain had a rather fixated mind." "The truth is, that like Clarisse, he lives in the memories of the past." "The death of his wife and son is for him still very close, and also the betrayal of Joseph Théphanie, unproven treachery, maybe, but Louis Maréchal never had any doubt and just the name of Théphanie horrifies him." "Whether it's Joseph or Gwen, for him it's the same thing." "While in the port, they wonder if he'll be here today to welcome the Narval, since it's Gwen Théphanie who's in command on board." "My uncle is coming on the quay!" "Really?" "He has a nerve!" "Of course he has, what did you expect!" "Okay, bye." "Hurry up!" "It's already crowded on the quay!" "I'm coming." "I'll wait for you there." "If you prefer to wait here, Captain." "No." "Why?" "Hey François, Are you going to see the Narval?" "Yeah." "Hurry up!" "My dad knows Gwen Théphanie." "It's not true." "He says he's a great guy." "I went to the dockyard, we can put the Narval in dry dock tomorrow, if you want." "It could leave again in about 15 days." "For insurance, there won't be too many problems, either." "When the experts have seen the ship, I think it will work out." "As for Lemoigne, it's the same thing, now that he's better, they talk less about him." "By the way, he's coming back from St-Jean by plane tomorrow morning." "You should perhaps go and see him." "The old man hates Gwen." "Why?" "Come on, I'll explain." "Excuse me." "I'll be right back." "I'm sorry Siza, but whether you like it or not, you're still part of this business." "This is a question of integrity." "Today, more than ever, he needs friends around him." "If you're unable to understand that, it's lamentable." "Come on, he's arriving." "We'll see him from over there." "No, I'm not going." "Okay!" "Go ahead, kid." "No." "I prefer to stay with you." "Go on now." "The Narval, Captain, it's been seen from the pier." "I'm going there." "I saw." "Come on, there's a place to see better." "Look." "Gwen, are you all right?" "It's funny to see them all there on the dock." "No kidding!" "Long live Gwen Théphanie!" "Long live Maréchal shipping." "Hey!" "Are you crazy?" "Long live the Narval!" "Do as I do." "Long live Maréchal!" "Long live the Narval!" "Long live Théphanie..." "For Gwen..." "Hip hip hip..." "HOORAY!" "Hip hip hip..." "HOORAY!" "Well done, guys." "It was hard, eh!" "Well, thank you." "It's good, what you did." "Take care of them." "I'm sorry, I'm going home." "Captain!" "Captain!" "What's the matter?" "Come on!" "Hello, Grandpa." "Everything okay?" "Yes." "Hello." "Bravo, guys!" "[Closed." "We'll reopen at 5, with the guys of the Narval.]" "After Seven days of struggle, the trawler Narval rejoined her home port." "Our correspondent, Jacques Durieux, attended this return." "Ladies and gentlemen, this is Jacques Durieux speaking from Fécamp." "It's an extraordinary enthusiasm that greeted the Narval." "You can see the joy and judge the emotion caused by this return, and the sides of this big trawler blackened by the fire." "Indeed, the Narval was considered as lost, but the mate, Gwen Théphanie, refusing to obey the order to abandon ship, stayed on board with 7 volunteers." "Ladies and gentlemen, here he is, surrounded by the crowd." "We'll ask him a few questions..." "Lieutenant..." "Morsan doesn't answer." "Shall I go look for him?" "No." "It's not worth it." "You don't know where my uncle is?" "His car's still near the office." "He came home." "Ah..." "He walked?" "Yes." "He's in his room." "Right." "Did you see Gwen Théphanie?" "Yes." "So?" "Everyone wants to see him." "Siza, especially." "Do you like Siza very much?" "I prefer you!" "I don't like Gwen Théphanie." "Why?" "Does he resemble his father?" "Does he resemble Joseph Théphanie?" "Yes." "M. Walther said he was waiting for you, to speak with Gwen Théphanie I think." "He didn't ask me to tell you, it's me who heard him." "I'm not going." "Ah..." "You'll leave them to manage by themselves?" "So, do you care what they think?" "Yes." "And me, do you care what I think?" "No." "That's why I came back, I had to find you." "If you had thought that... that I'd let you down, that would be stupid." "Did you believe that?" "Yes." "It's funny how we can be wrong." "# 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."