Chapter 32 35.Britannia remains a mystery

If the people who were looking for Captain Grant were doomed to despair, now that they have nowhere to go, shouldn't they also be desperate?The land is vast, where to go for another adventure trip?Is there any way to achieve such a trip?The Duncan is gone, and it is impossible to even return to China immediately!Thus failed the feat of the good Scotsmen.Failure is deaf to those with a bit of perseverance, but Jazz has been teased by bad luck enough, and he has to admit that there is nothing he can do if he continues this career of saving lives. Mademoiselle was obliged to say no more to her father under the circumstances, though she was reluctant to think of that unfortunate crew with grief.In the past, it was Mrs. Helen who comforted her, now it is her turn to comfort Mrs. Helen!She was the first to suggest going back to Scotland. The captain admired her for being so strong and persevering. He wanted to mention looking for Captain Grant, but was stopped by Mary's eyes.She said to him: "I can't look for my father anymore! Mr. Mengele, we have to think about these people who came here out of righteousness. Sir, of course he should go back to Europe!"

"Yes, Miss Mary," Sir said, "he should go back now, and let the British government know what happened to the Duncan. But don't be disappointed." Mengele said: "Since we have come out to find Captain Grant, we can't give up halfway. , why not let me search alone! If I can’t find it, I will never give up!” Miss Mary accepted the captain's oath, and extended her hand to the young man, thanking him for what he had done. On the same day, it was discussed and decided to return to Europe.And get to Melbourne as soon as possible.The next day, the captain went to inquire about the sailing schedule to Melbourne.He believed that there were many boats traveling between Aydin and Victoria, but this was not the case.There are a total of 3 to 4 in this place, and they are all parked in Tufu Bay.None headed for Melbourne, or Sydney, or Cape Wales.To return to Europe, Jazz can only go to these three places to take a ship. These three places have a regular route of the Peninsula Cruise Line between the British mainland.

After much consideration and negotiation, Sir Glenarvan thought of going to Sydney along the coast road, but the geographer made an unexpected suggestion. It turned out that he had been to Tufu Bay.Knowing that one of the three ships was going to Auckland, the capital of the North Island of New Zealand, he wanted to charter the ship first, and then take the Peninsula Cruises to return to Europe. Everyone is thinking.The geographer did not cite a large set of reasons, but only explained the fact that the journey took at most 5 to 6 days.Australia and New Zealand are thousands of kilometers apart.

Coincidentally, Oakland happened to be on the 37-degree line they were keeping their eye on.This suggestion is an opportunity in itself.You can search again on the coast of New Zealand! But New Zealand is just an island, not the "mainland" to which Captain Grant fled.Therefore, geographers did not make it clear that they could look for Captain Grant again. The captain was very supportive of Paganel's proposal.However, one should always check out which boat before boarding.So Golinarvan, the major, Paganel, Robert, and himself all got into a canoe and approached the boat two chains from the shore.It was a 250-ton brig called the Macquarie.It is designed for short voyages between ports in Australia and New Zealand.The attitude of the owner is quite rude.Uneducated at a glance, Glenarvan's attitude is modest.The sailors on board are almost the same as the owner of the ship.With a fat red face, thick hands, a snub nose, one eye, lips full of smoke oil, and a violent look, Captain Will Halle became a hateful image.And now it's just his boat.

"What do you want me for?" he asked when he saw the strangers on deck. "Are you the captain?" Mengele replied. "Yeah," Halley said, "how's it going?" "Is the Macquarie going to load to Oakle?" "Yes. How?" "What are you packing?" "Good buy and good sell." "When does the ship leave?" "Tomorrow, take advantage of the noon tide, how about it." "A passenger or not." "It depends on the guests, as long as they are used to the big pot meal on the ship." "Bring your own food."

"how many people?" "Ten, two ladies." "I don't have a cabin." "You just give up the toilet on the deck." "this one?" "Do you agree or not!" Mengele asked. "It depends..." The captain of the Megali went around once or twice, his leather boots with iron soles tapped on the deck, and then stood in front of Mengele. "How much will you give?" he said. "How much do you want?" Mengele asked back. "Fifty pounds." Glenarvan nodded, saying yes. "Okay, just fifty pounds." Mengele replied.

"This bill is for the boat!" the owner added. "Okay, just the boat fare." "The food is out." "Just outside." "Okay, let's say it's settled. How about it?" Halle held out his hand. "what?" "What about the fixed money?" "This is twenty-five pounds, pay half first," Mengele said, counting the money to him.Halle took the money and stuffed it into his pocket. "On board tomorrow," he said. "Come before noon, we will sail regardless of whether you arrive or not." "Be there before noon."

After answering, Glenarvan and his gang left the ship. "What a rough man!" said Mengele. "Eh! He's got a kick out of me," said the Geographer, "and a real sea wolf!" "A real bear!" corrected the major. "I dare say," Menger added, "this bear must have been involved in the human flesh trade." "Never mind!" replied Glenarvan, "as long as he's the captain of the Macquarie, and as long as the Macquarie goes to Oakland. We only see him a few times from Tuff Bay to Oakland, and forever after Oakland." Won't see him again."

Lady Helene and Miss Mary were delighted to know that the departure was tomorrow.Jazz explained to them that the McCarley was not as comfortable as the Duncan.But they don't care.Mr. O'Bill went to buy grain.He often cries for his wife.At this time, however, O'Bill carried out the task with his usual zeal.It was done in a few hours, and the provisions were not available on the brig. Meanwhile the Major found a banker and exchanged some of the Sir's orders to the Union Bank of Melbourne.What he needed was cash, weapons and ammunition, so he replenished some.Geographers have found a refined map of New Zealand from Johnston Press in Edinburgh.

Murady's health is good, and the injury that nearly killed him is now on the mend. Wilson was sent aboard the Macquarie to arrange the berths for the passengers.After a while of washing, the cabin completely changed.Halle saw that he was working hard and walked away.Harley didn't care if they were boys or girls or what their names were.His cabin was stuffed with 200 tons of hides. In the rest of the day, Golinarvan wanted to go to the place where the 37th parallel crossed.He has two motives for doing this. He had to think again about the place of the fake shipwreck.In fact, Ayrton was indeed a sailor of the Britannia, and the Britannia may have really sunk off the coast of Australia, not on the west coast, then on the east coast.This place will not come again in the future, and it cannot be easily let go.

And, if the Britannia had not been wrecked here, at least the Duncan had fallen into the hands of exiles.Perhaps there had been a fight! Sir is accompanied by his faithful Mengele on this dual purpose reconnaissance.The owner of the Victoria Hotel had provided them with two horses, and they set out on the road that rounded the Tuff Bay to the north. Painfully searching, they muffled their horses.Looking at the rocks eroded by sea water, they don't speak to each other. With Menger's enthusiasm and intelligence, it is certain that every place has been searched.It stands to reason that some wrecks will wash up on those shores.But nothing. The wreck of the Britannia remains a mystery. As for the Duncan, it was the same. However, Menger found traces of a few bonfires under a clump of "Miyar" trees on the shore. Obviously, someone has camped here recently.Is it the nomads? no.Another sign told him irrefutably that the convicts had been in this country.The sign was a rough gray and yellow sweater, old, patched and disgusting, thrown under a tree.The sweater also had the number of Perth Prison on it.I don't know which prisoner wore it. "Look!" said the sergeant, "the outlaws have been here! Our poor fellows on the Duncan . . . " "Yes!" Mengele lowered his voice, "no doubt they didn't go ashore, they all died in..." "Those bastards!" exclaimed Sir. "If one day they fall into my hands, I will avenge my crew!..." Grief made Golinarvan's face pale.After staring at the sea for a long time, he beat his horse silently and ran back to Aiden. One more thing to do: report the recent events to the local police station.Officer Banks was beaming as he took the notes.When he heard that Peng Jues had gone away with his gang of strong men, he felt as if a big stone had been lifted from his heart.Everyone in the city breathed a sigh of relief.The news was immediately reported to the Melbourne and Sydney executives by telephone. Jazz returned to the hotel.The passengers passed the night in a sullen mood.They thought back to the hope they had at Bainuyijiao, and they thought of the disappointment now. As for the geographer, he was restless. That night the captain invited him to his room and asked him why he was so nervous. "John, my friend, no, I'm the same as always!" "Monsieur Paganel," said Mengele, "you must have some secret in your heart." "Hmm! What can I do?" the geographer pointed, "I can't help it either!" "What's up?" "Happy at the same time, disappointed at the same time." "Are you both happy and disappointed?" "yes," "Have you got a clue?" Menger pressed, "Have you found any clues?" "No! Once you arrive in New Zealand, you won't be able to come back, but after all... hey! You know, people are always like this! As long as you have a breath, you always refuse to give up! As the saying goes, you can't stop being angry, but you can't die! This That's the best motto in the world!"