"# 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." "All of a sudden, while Sébastien has become deeply attached to his great-uncle, he is obliged to judge him." "Because, in town, they spoke to Sébastien." "He received the confidences of Siza, Bernard Lemoigne and an old sailor." "He knows that the Mary-Morgane once belonged to Théphanie, and that Louis Maréchal bought it... for no other reason, it seems, than to remove from Joseph Théphanie and his family, their only reason for living." "He also knows that Marie Théphanie died miserable a few years after her husband, and that Gwen remained alone in the world while he was still a child." "But Louis Maréchal never came to his aid." "Why be so hard?" "At age 12, we are uncompromising." "We have a sense of justice still brand new." "That's why Sébastien returns to Morsan, upset by what he's just heard." "And he almost feels ashamed to be called Maréchal like his great-uncle." "Your uncle is back." "I know, I saw the Mary-Morgane in the bay." "He asked where you were." "He's waiting for you in his room." "Good evening, boy." "Dear Dad, dear Sylvia..." "But what's wrong?" "That's the West wind." "There's going to be a storm soon." "While you were at sea, M. Walther telephoned." "He said he absolutely had to see you." "Ah." "You were writing?" "Yes." "To my father and Sylvia." "As it happens, I've a letter from your father." "It allows you to stay here until the start of school." "I'm leaving tomorrow." "I'll take the train to go home." "Mmm." "I understand." "Are you bored at Morsan?" "It's not that." "I can see I was wrong not to take you to sea." "You're holding a grudge." "I've decided to leave, is all." "That's all?" "You're quite mysterious, my boy." "The day I arrived at Morsan, you said I was free, that I could leave when I wanted." "But you are completely free." "I know too many things." "What things?" "Everything!" "What you did to Théphanie." "I don't agree with it, that's why I'm going." "Right." "I closed the window in your room, Captain, with all this wind, everything's flying about." "It'll rain hard tonight." "I'm leaving tomorrow." "Here's a mess!" "Are you moving?" "You're making that face!" "I'm leaving." "Where?" "Home." "It's always like this on stormy nights at Morsan." "It's the West wind, it's crazy." "Right." "Go and wash your hands and come down to dinner." "I'm not hungry, I'm not coming down." "What's the matter with you?" "I don't know how you can live here!" "You know what he did." "Doesn't it matter to you, don't you care!" "Is it your uncle you're talking about?" "Yes." "If I were you, I'd take care of other things." "The rain is coming, we'll breathe better afterwards." "Come on, Clarisse is waiting downstairs." "I'm not going down." "I talked at the harbour." "They told me the truth!" "What truth?" "You know very well, everything you haven't dared to tell me." "Everything my uncle did to Théphanie to take revenge!" "If you agree with that, then you understand nothing of justice!" "What does it mean: "Justice"?" "Just for some and not for others." "It's not true!" "Tomorrow, I'm going from here." "Because of gossip you heard at the harbour!" "It's not gossip, it's the truth!" "Do you think you should be meddling in this, at your age?" "What's my age got to do with it?" "I can't help but understand anyway, right." "You understand wrong!" "At 12, you suddenly turn up here." "What allows you to give your opinion about a man of 76 years." "With everything he has behind him!" "A good spanking is what you deserve!" "Good night, see you tomorrow!" "I thought you weren't hungry." "He's not eating, the Captain?" "No." "Is he in his room?" "Yes." "Go wash your hands!" "Just because you're in the kitchen." "Hey, Jonathan, anyway!" "What did I do to you?" "Nothing, you're too stupid." "So do you have nothing in your head and heart?" "Haven't you seen how your uncle is since the Narval returned?" "Like a good bottle of wine that's shaken." "The sediment spoils everything." "Do you want me to go and see my uncle?" "If it's to bother him with your ideas, you'd do better to leave him alone." "It's time, Clarisse, I'll finish this dinner when I come back." "You're going out?" "I'm going to the party." "There should be someone from Morsan there." "What party?" "Angèle's giving it." "We'll drink champagne with them tonight in honour... of Gwen Théphanie, with the guys of the Narval." "They haven't invited me." " Hey, it's no hours for a kid." "You'd be better off in bed." "And with what's coming down, I'd rather be in your place." "Is Miss Sophie Virginie going?" "Surely and M. Walther too." "Good evening." "And don't go meddling in what doesn't concern you." "That's it, that's the power cut." "Do you have what you need, Clarisse?" "Okay, goodbye, I'm going." "Clarisse?" "Weren't you invited either?" "I never go to parties, people know that." "Clarisse?" "Yes?" "Here's the dessert." "I'm not hungry anymore." "You'll burn yourself." "Is my uncle up there in the dark?" "He has what he needs if he wants some light." "It's not a house like any other, Morsan." "Do you want to play cards with me?" "No." "I want you to talk to me." "Do you know the story of the wizard Merlin and the fairy?" "I want you to tell me true stories." "True stories aren't nice." "I don't care." "I prefer that they're true." "I'd like you to tell me about Gwen Théphanie." "Did you know his mother?" "Yes." "Did she come here?" "Many times." "What did she come for?" "To beg for her son." "For your uncle to take pity on them." "As if one could feel sorry for these people..." "So my uncle did nothing?" "Even when Gwen was left all alone after the death of his mother?" "I'd be ashamed for him if he'd ever tried to help him." "Do you realize what you're saying?" "No one can understand." "Nobody..." "I'm going to bed." "To think that in my family such things happened." "Do you want me to walk you to your room?" "Don't bother." "Goodbye, Clarisse." "Goodbye." "It's Clarisse." "Are you okay?" "Yes." "You don't need anything?" "No." "Good night." "Yes, you too." "I don't like the dark." "Do you think it'll last long, the outage?" "He can't sleep either." "Captain?" "Captain?" "Captain?" "Captain?" "The rain's coming in your room, Captain, we should close the window." "It's stupid, power outages, it's scary... but it feels much better when it comes back." "Captain!" "Clarisse, come quickly!" "What's the matter?" "You have to come to see my uncle," "I don't know what's wrong." "He's sick." "And Jonathan, we should get him, where is he?" "Don't be afraid, he'll come back." "The Doctor, we have to get him too." "Go to bed, don't worry." "How I envy you for being so close to joining them." "How I envy you for being so close to joining them." "What are you doing here?" "Come in." "What's the matter?" "Where have you come from?" "I've come from Morsan." "On foot?" "Yes." "All alone in this weather?" "You're crazy!" "I've come for Jonathan." "Jonathan, my poor chap, he's blotto." "They're all a little tipsy." "The champagne." "Me, I don't like it, so I didn't drink it." "What is it?" "Is something wrong at Morsan?" "I don't even know where he lives, Dr. Sabel." "Don't panic." "I know." "What's the matter, is it the old bogeyman who's ill or Clarisse?" "I don't know." "Both of them." "You're losing your grip, boy." "But you know, there was a power outage at Morsan and then I wanted to talk to my uncle." "And then he was in his room but he no longer heard or saw me!" "Then why didn't you phone instead of running like this in the night?" "I didn't dare, the phone is in his room." "And also, I didn't think of it." "Obviously, that's a good reason." "Okay, I'll take you there, to the doctor." "Come on." "Don't worry, he's not sick your uncle, it seems that he often has crises like this." "It's nothing but his conscience at work." "Do you think he's going to die?" "No, you imagine things." "Come on." "Well, it's here, you see." "The doctor's not going to be happy, he doesn't like being woken up in the middle of the night." "Well... are you going or shall I?" "I'd prefer you to go." "All right." "Hey, don't move!" "I couldn't do otherwise." "I know that it isn't done, Doctor." "It's because of the kid..." "You've already told me." "Come on, you." "Thanks, Bernard, you know..." "Come on, you can see to that later." "Come on, hop in!" "Sorry to have woken you, Doctor." "Yes, okay." "# 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."