Chapter 20 22.Restart the 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 moved along 37 degrees south latitude, and the voyage was reduced to 5200 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 10 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 unruly sea once tested them so harshly, but now it is cooperating to help them.The sea is calm, the wind is right, and all sails are escorted by the westerly wind, assisting the never-weary steam 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 wife's room.Next door to the bedroom is "Room No. 6" that the geographer booked on the Scotia.

The learned Monsieur Paganel almost always hid himself in "room number six" and worked from morning to night on a book called Impressions of the Prairie de Banpass.People often heard him try to read his sonorous sentences in an excited voice, and then write them down on the white paper of the notebook after reading; more than once, when he was writing happily, he asked the Greek mythology Cleo the God of God and Galiob the God of Poetry seek inspiration. 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," added the major 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 Madam watched the actions of Mengele 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 his lady one day.

"He must have thought Mengele was worthy of his daughter, my dear Edward, and he is right to think so." At this time, the cruise ship has been sailing towards its target. Five days after leaving Cape Corinth, that is, on November 16, a cool westerly wind blew up; the southeast wind is often blowing at the southern tip of Africa, 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 auxiliary sails and auxiliary sails were all spread out, the rigging was buckled on the port side, and she flew at an amazing speed. run.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 grass pond.People simply think that the "algae sea" formed by the broken trees and grass washed down from the neighboring continents in the North Atlantic was moved here.In the past, Captain Morley has specifically warned against this phenomenon.The geographer compared the Argentine grasslands with this "sea of ​​algae", and it couldn't be more apt.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 called out: "Land!"

"Where?" asked Austin, who was on duty. "Way to the wind!" 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," replied Paganel, "it seems to be a mountain, almost invisible." "Is that Telis' exploration of Quenya?"

"If I remember correctly," said Paganel, "we are only sixty-eight kilometers apart, since the island is 2,100 meters above sea level and can be seen at that distance." "Yes," replied Captain Mengele. A few hours later, the group of tall and steep islands was clearly seen 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 Islands is located at 37°8' south latitude and 10°44' west longitude. It is 17 kilometers southwest of Wulu Island and 8.5 kilometers southeast of Yingdao Island. Around the main island, a small and isolated island group is formed on this part of the ocean.At noon, the ship determined two main locations as wayfinding signs, one was the corner of the roadless island—a rock that looked like a sailing ship, and the other was the northern end of Yingdao Island—two small islets like a ruined fortress .At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, the Duncan headed 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 berthing place, because the berths outside the harbor in this area were attacked by northwest and north winds and were very dangerous. The British brig Chulia sank here 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 8 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 50 or so houses in the village, which are quite clean and arranged according to regular geometric figures, forming a model of British architecture.Behind this small city like a model, there is a plain of 15 square kilometers. At the end of the plain is a vast igneous rock. On the igneous rock layer stands the conical peak, 2130 meters deep 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 Browntown Hall ship wrecked on the roadless island in 1821, two other ships have sunk in this bay: one is the Brimoqua in 1845, and the other is the American three-masted ship in 1857. The Fidelphia.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 15 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 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. The travelers were so happy when they set foot on land that they wandered 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 birds as there are flowers; there is only a buckthorn tree 8 meters high and some huge woody reed plants-"Tu Se" grass standing upright on the green pasture; Fruity Brazilian rose, strong branches, lion's head grass with tangled fibers, evergreen shrubs, fragrant and refreshing ash, moss, wild parsley, 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, large herds of cattle and sheep are grazing; in the fields are planted wheat, corn and vegetables that have only been brought to the island in the past 40 years. 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 these Oceanian islands and headed eastwards, but did not sail that night because the Sir allowed his crew to hunt a seal (this animal is called a manatee by some, a sea lion by others, and sometimes Also known as sea bears or walruses).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 3 days, that is, it set sail on November 20. During dinner, the geographer told a little about the history of the islands of Tristan, which was very interesting to everyone.They learned that the islands had been discovered in 1506 by the Portuguese Tristan da 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.Therefore, 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 came here, the most important of which was the Frenchman La Perouse, who came here for research during his famous expedition in 1758. Until then, very few people have visited the island, so it has never been inhabited. 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 heard that they were prosperous, and proposed to protect them.They accepted, and hung the Union Jack over their palapa.There are two subjects in this small country: one is an old Italian, and the other is a Portuguese mulatto. "King" Lambert seemed to be able to rule the "little kingdom" peacefully, but one day, when he was patrolling the coast of the kingdom, he didn't know whether he fell into the water 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. An artillery battery and a troop of Hortun soldiers.They stayed there until Napoleon died on that deserted island before being transferred back to the Cape of Good Hope. "Then there was only one European left," added the geographer, "and he was a captain, a Scotchman . . . " "Ah! a Scot!" said MacNabbs.The major was always very interested in his fellow countrymen. "Yes, his name is William Glass," replied the geographer, "his wife and two Hotunts remained on the island. Soon, two more Englishmen came to the island Lived with them, a sailor, a fisherman on the Thames, a cavalryman in the Argentine army, and finally, after the sinking of the Brandon Hall in 1891, an escaped traveler and his young wife They lived 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. The population reached 40 in 1905, and now it has tripled. " "Many countries are formed in this way," said Sir. "To complete the history of the islands of Tristan, I may add," cried the geographer, "that I feel that this island, like Juanfe in the South Pacific, may be called Robinson Robinson's Island. For if two sailors wandered on the island of Juanfe, two scholars also wandered on this archipelago. In 1793 my compatriot, the naturalist Qubdi Dual, collected botanical specimens on the island, and collected I was so excited that I got lost, and didn't get on board until the captain weighed anchor. In 1824, my dear lord, your countryman, the able painter Er, was left on the island for eight months. His captain Forgetting that he had not returned to the ship, he sailed for the Cape of Good Hope." "This captain is very careless," echoed MacNabbs, "you two must be brothers, aren't you?" "A brother is not a brother, Mr. Major, but he deserves to be my brother for his carelessness!" This answer from the geographer ends the conversation. During the night, the crew of the Duncan had a good hunt, and more than 50 large 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 rocky heaps.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 8 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 Mengele wanted to get coal at the Cape of Good Hope, so he had to leave the 37th parallel and go two degrees north.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 Telis Island and the Cape of Good Hope were covered. On November 24th, at 3 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 Jos Goda Gama circumvented it in 1497.Moreover, it was this great navigator whom Luscha of Cammons sang, how could Paganel, the famous geographer, not know?On this point, he made an 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 "land 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 and was established in 1652 by the Dutchman Van Libeck.It is an important colonial capital of the United Kingdom. After the signing of the treaty in 1815, the colony was under the administration of the United Kingdom. The passengers on the Duncan used the berthing time to go ashore for a tour. Passengers have only 12 hours to visit, because Captain Mengele only needs one day to load coal, and he wants to set sail early on the morning of the 26th. 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 the large chessboard, 30,000 people, white and black, play various roles, kings, queens, cavalry, pawns, and maybe even 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 be nostalgic about.Our travelers did likewise, and they set sail early next morning.The Duncan hoisted its touchsail, jib, mainsail, and foresail, and in a few hours rounded the famous "Cape of Storms," ​​where the optimistic King of Portugal, John II, forcibly changed its name to " Cape of Good Hope". The sea is flat and the wind is smooth. The total distance from the Cape of Good Hope to Amsterdam is 1,600 kilometers, and it is estimated that it can be completed in 10 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! Oceans! Oceans!" continued the geographer. "Oceans are the domain of man! Ships are truly the medium of civilization! Just think, my friends. If there were no oceans on earth, People can't recognize one thousandth of its area until 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 oceans of Oceania In the mines, in the extreme cold ice regions, places where people can hardly venture into, the most daring will shrink back, the bravest will be intimidated. In short, the road is impassable. There are not enough means of transportation, heat, Diseases and the strength of the natives constitute insurmountable obstacles. The 11-kilometer desert prevents people from communicating with each other until death, which is greater than the resistance of the 270-kilometer ocean! On two opposite coasts, people It feels like the world is close to each other. But as long as a forest is separated, they will become different from each other! Britain and Australia are far apart, but they seem to be connected by borders, while Egypt and Senegal seem to be millions of kilometers apart, and Beijing and Petersburg are far away. It seems that they are all 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. what!" The geographer spoke enthusiastically, and even McNabbs did not criticize this "Ode to the Ocean".Yes, if one had to travel over land exactly along the 37th parallel in order to find Harry Grant, such a difficult job would never be attempted.Fortunately, there are oceans on the earth, which can carry our navigators from one land to another. On December 6, just after dawn, a new mountain peak emerged from the embrace of the waves. That is the island of Amsterdam, which is located at 37° 47' south latitude and 77° 24' east longitude. When the weather is clear, the conical peak can be seen 25 kilometers away.At 8 o'clock, the outline of the peak was still very vague, and it looked very similar to Tenerife Peak. "Therefore," said the Sir, "this peak is similar to the island of Telis." "Your deduction is absolutely correct," replied the geographer, "according to the principle of geometry, if A and B are similar to C, then A and B are similar." Similarly. I might add that the island of Amsterdam, like Torlis, was and is always rich in seals and Robinsons." "Are there Robinsons everywhere?" asked Mrs. Helen. "Isn't it, ma'am," replied Geographer, "that there are few islands that I know of that have not had similar incidents of drifting, long before your immortal compatriot Defoe wrote Robinson Crusoe. Something strange." "Monsieur Paganel," said Miss Mary, "may I ask you a question?" "You can mention both, my dear lady, and I promise to answer you." "Then," said the girl again, "if you were exiled to a desert island, would you be afraid?" "I'm afraid?" cried the geographer. "Come, my friend," said MacNabbs, "you don't say that being left on a desert island is your most ardent wish?" "I wouldn't say that," said Paganel, "but I don't dislike it when it happens. I'll arrange a new life, live by fishing and hunting, and live in a cave in winter, I live in a tree in the summer. I'll have a warehouse to store my things. Anyway, I can develop my own island." "Are you developing alone?" "If it is really necessary, I will develop it by myself. But in the world, is there really a time when a person is lonely? Can't he find some friends in the animal world? For example, tame a kid, raise a will A talking parrot or a cute monkey. In case another companion comes by chance, just like Robinson Robinson met his faithful Friday, wouldn't your life be happy too? Two friends on a lonely island, this is Happiness! Suppose the major and I . . . " "Thank you," said MacNabbs hastily, "I'm not so eager to be Robinson Crusoe, and I can't be." "Dear Mr. Paganel," Madame Helene spoke, "you have been sent to the clouds by your imagination again. After all, reality and dreams are not on the same starting line. You are just talking about Robinson Crusoe in your imagination." First, let someone choose an isolated island for him, and then transport him there with care, nature treats him like a spoiled child, you are only thinking about the good side of things!" "Why! Madame, do you think man is unhappy on a desert island?" "I don't believe it. 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 just climbed out of the waves, because of the anxiety of material life, The need for safety in life, maybe he can't think of other places to go, and the confusion in front of him makes him unable to think of the threat in the future. But when he feels lonely guarding the deserted island alone, with no hope of returning to his homeland or seeing his relatives again, he How will he feel? How painful he is! His isolated island is his world, and he is the only one in all mankind. When he dies, he seems to be the last person in the world in the end of the world. Horrible death! 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 at the sea 1 km from the shore of Amsterdam Island. The group of islands hanging alone in the Atlantic Ocean consists of two islands 50 kilometers apart: Amsterdam Island (or St. Peter Island) in the north and St. Paul Island in the south.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 Flamin in December 1796. Later, Dantel Gasto, with the Hope and the Quest, reconnoitred 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 sailed around the world in 1859, the pilots began to correct this mistake.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 composed of a volcanic cone-shaped mountain. It 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 have become used to that miserable 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 was not recognized by the European powers, received an annual salary of 75,000 to 80,000 francs, because he asked people to catch "lip finger fish" there, pickled them, and then shipped them in large quantities 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.It is said that the Polish is equal to the French, so in the end the island fell into the hands of the French. When the Duncan moored on 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 "faithful 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 Voyage of Two Scots in Amsterdam," a subject which aroused great interest in the audience. That was 1827.The British ship Palmyra passed by before hitting the island. 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, 22 years old; the other named Brov, 48 years old.These two people are not human anymore. For 18 months, he hardly ate anything, drank no fresh water, and only relied on mussels to maintain his life.They bent the steel needles they carried with them to fish, sometimes they caught a young wild boar, and sometimes they hadn't swallowed any water for several days.They lit a fire with flint, just like the goddess of lamps in ancient Roman temples, they were always guarding it, lest it go out, and they 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. Another event recorded in the history of Amsterdam—if a desert island has a history—is that of Captain Peyron.This is a Frenchman whose adventures started and ended like those of the two Scotsmen: first, he voluntarily came to live on this island for a while, then, the boat that was also pre-arranged did not pick them up on schedule, and after 40 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 the experience of the hero Robinson in Daniel Defoe's novel when he returned to the island. Pei Long took 4 sailors - two British and two French, and they planned to spend 15 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 it were not for a British ship to rescue them, "two tigers fighting, one will be wounded". The above are the exile incidents 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, that's all.Therefore, Captain Mengele 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.