Chapter 40

Richard Parker did not jump into the water after me. The oar I intended to use as a club floated. I held on to it as I reached for the lifebuoy, now vacant of its previous occupant. It was terrifying to be in the water. It was black and cold and in a rage. I felt as if I were at the bottom of a crumbling well. Water kept crashing down on me. It stung my eyes. It pulled me down. I could hardly breathe. If there hadn't been the lifebuoy I wouldn't have lasted a minute.

I saw a triangle slicing the water fifteen feet away. It was a shark's fin. An awful tingle, cold and liquid, went up and down my spine. I swam as fast as I could to one end of the lifeboat, the end still covered by the tarpaulin. I pushed myself up on the lifebuoy with my arms. I couldn't see Richard Parker. He wasn't on the tarpaulin or on a bench. He was at the bottom of the lifeboat. I pushed myself up again. All I could see, briefly, at the other end, was the zebra's head thrashing about. As I fell back into the water another shark's fin glided right before me.

The bright orange tarpaulin was held down by a strong nylon rope that wove its way between metal grommets in the tarpaulin and blunt hooks on the side of the boat. I happened to be treading water at the bow. The tarpaulin was not as securely fixed going over the stem-which had a very short prow, what in a face would be called a snub nose-as it was elsewhere around the boat. There was a little looseness in the tarpaulin as the rope went from one hook on one side of the stem to the next hook on the other side. I lifted the oar in the air and I shoved its handle into this looseness, into this life-saving detail. I pushed the oar in as far as it would go. The lifeboat now had a prow projecting over the waves, if crookedly. I pulled myself up and wrapped my legs around the oar. The oar handle pushed up against the tarpaulin, but tarpaulin, rope and oar held. I was out of the water, if only by a fluctuating two, three feet. The crest of the larger waves kept striking me.

I was alone and orphaned, in the middle of the Pacific, hanging on to an oar, an adult tiger in front of me, sharks beneath me, a storm raging about me. Had I considered my prospects in the light of reason, I surely would have given up and let go of the oar, hoping that I might drown before being eaten. But I don't recall that I had a single thought during those first minutes of relative safety. I didn't even notice daybreak. I held on to the oar, I just held on, God only knows why.

After a while I made good use of the lifebuoy. I lifted it out of the water and put the oar through its hole. I worked it down until the ring was hugging me. Now it was only with my legs that I had to hold on. If Richard Parker appeared, it would be more awkward to drop from the oar, but one terror at a time, Pacific before tiger.

第四十章

    理查德·帕克没有跟在我后面跳进海里。我准备用来做棍棒的船桨漂在水上。我抓住桨，同时伸手抓救生圈，现在救生圈里已经空了。在水里太可怕了。水又黑又冷，汹涌澎湃。

    我感到仿佛自己就在一座正在碎裂的进底。海水不断打在我身上。刺痛了我的眼睛。把我往下拉。我几乎不能呼吸了。如果没有救生圈，我连一分钟也坚持不下来。

    我看见在离我15英尺的地方有一只三角形的东西正划破水面。那是一只鲨鱼的鳍。一阵又冷又湿的可怕震颤在我的脊椎蹿上蹿下。我以最快的速度朝救生艇一端，就是仍然盖着油布的那一端，游过去。我用胳膊撑住救生圈，直起身子。我看不见理查德·帕克。他不在油布上，也不在坐板上。他在船底。我又抬起身子。那飞快的一瞥只让我看见斑马的头在船的另一端猛烈地来回转动着。当我跌回水里时，另一只鲨鱼的鳍就在我面前划过。

    鲜艳的橘黄色油布被一根结实的尼龙绳拉住，绳子穿过油布上的金属索环和船另一侧的钝钩子。我碰巧在船头旁边踩着水。油布经过艏柱——艏柱有一个很短的突出的前端，如果长在脸上，就是翘鼻子——的地方没有在船的其他地方系得牢。就在绳子从艏柱一侧的钩子穿进另一侧的钩子的地方，油布有些松。我举起船桨，朝这处有些松的地方，这处救命的细节，捅过去。我尽量把桨往里捅。现在，救生艇的船头突出在波浪之上了，虽然有些歪。我让自己立起来，双腿环绕住船桨。桨柄顶起了油布，但是油布、绳子和桨都支持住了。我已经离开了水面，尽管随着海面的起伏，我与海水之间的距高只有2英尺或3英尺。大浪的浪尖还在不断地拍打着我。

    我独自一人，孤立无助，在太平洋的中央，吊在一只船桨上，前面是一只成年老虎，下面是成群的鲨鱼，四周是狂风暴雨。如果我用理性思考自己的前途，就一定会放弃努力，松开船桨，希望自己在被吃掉之前能被淹死。但是我不记得在相对安全的最初几分钟里我有过一点点想法。我甚至没有注意到天已经亮了。我紧紧抓住船桨，就那么抓着，只有天知道为什么。

    过了一会儿，我充分利用了救生圈。我把救生圈从水里提上来，把船桨从中间穿过去。我让救生圈沿着船桨向下滑，直到套在我身上。现在我只需要用腿勾住船桨就行了。如果理查德·帕克出现了，从船桨上掉下去会更加尴尬，但是一次只能经历一种恐惧，我选择太平洋而不是老虎。