Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3 Standing at the rail, Dan Cahill looked over the roiling sea and thought: He who is responsible for the fate of the world does not lose his lunch. He held tight, feeling like the time Aunt Beatrice had let him ride the Whirl-a-Cup after three helpings of French fries. The results weren't pretty. The boat lurched on giant swells. The rain had let up, but that just made the volcanic ash worse. Between the ash and fog, Dan couldn't see the island where last night he and Amy almost became roast sibling stew. Arif had evaded the police by finding a channel behind the island. After circling south, he was now heading back to Jakarta. Well, bouncing back was more like it. The trip would take three hours. Which meant three hours of Radio Silence between Dan and his sister. Amy

丹·卡希尔站在栏杆旁，望着翻腾的大海，心想：谁对世界的命运负责，谁就不会丢了午餐。 他紧紧地抱着，感觉就像比阿特丽斯阿姨在他吃了三份炸薯条后让他骑旋转杯一样。 结果并不好。 船在巨浪中颠簸。 雨已经停了，但这只会使火山灰更加严重。 在灰和雾之间，丹看不见昨晚他和艾米差点被烤成炖肉的那个岛。 阿里夫在岛后找到了一条通道，躲过了警察的追捕。 在向南盘旋之后，他现在正返回雅加达。 其实更像是重新振作起来。 这次旅行要花三个小时。 这意味着丹和他妹妹之间有三个小时的无线电沉默。 艾米

was mad at him. He who is responsible for the fate of the world does not think about his sister while trying not to lose his lunch. Usually, you could count to ten and Amy would start jabbering about some fascinating topic like the growth rate of flax in Uruguay. But this anger was different. Sticky. Amy was mad at everybody —Alistair, Nellie, him. Not that he blamed her. Everything was confusing, and confusion made Amy mad. Even their motto— Trust no one— couldn't be trusted. Irina was bad, then good. Nellie was good, then (maybe) bad. Alistair was in a class by himself. Plus, they didn't know where they were going next. And the ride was nauseating. Take deep breaths. Think cheerful. Think funny. A lot of help that strategy had been. No one was laughing at his jokes. But jokes were the only way to get relief from yesterday. From the memory of Irina. He couldn't stop hearing her last words—

对他很生气。对世界命运负有责任的人，不会一边想着自己的妹妹，一边想着自己的午餐。 通常，你可以数到十，艾米就会开始喋喋不休地谈论一些有趣的话题，比如乌拉圭亚麻的生长速度。 但这次的愤怒是不同的。 粘。艾米对每个人都很生气-阿利斯泰尔，内莉，还有他。 他并没有责怪她。一切都是混乱的，混乱使艾米发疯。 就连他们的座右铭——不相信任何人——也不可信。 伊琳娜先是变坏，然后变好。内莉以前很好，后来（也许）变坏了。 阿利斯泰尔独树一帜。 另外，他们不知道接下来要去哪里。 这趟旅程令人作呕。 深呼吸。觉得愉悦。 觉得好笑。这个策略起了很大的作用。 没人听了他的笑话发笑。 但笑话是唯一能让你从昨天的痛苦中解脱出来的方法。 从伊琳娜的记忆中。他不停地听到她最后的话

"Everything is up to you and Dan. Go!"—or seeing her face. She was reaching up from under the sea, staring down from the storm clouds, crying on the wind. Tickling his ankle. "GAHH!" Dan gasped, jumping away. "Mrrp?" said Saladin, looking as confused as he felt. "Didn't mean to scare you, little guy," Dan said, lifting the Mau into his arms. He felt Saladin's heart beat against his own chest. "How do you do it? How do you make me feel so much better? I try to make everyone feel good, and I just get them mad. With you, it's like, hey, everything's situation normal." Dan smiled. Situation normal was his dad's expression— one of the few things he remembered. "Dude, I have someone I want you to meet," Dan said. He reached into his pocket and took out his father's old Australian passport. It had a faint musty, sweet smell. Dan imagined the smell was his dad's cologne, but Amy claimed it was just

“一切都取决于你和丹。 走吧!——或者看到她的脸。 她从海底探出头来，从乌云处向下凝视，对着风哭泣。 挠他的脚踝。“GAHH !”丹喘着气，跳开了。 “什么？”萨拉丁说，看上去和他感到的一样困惑。 “小家伙，我不是故意吓唬你的。”丹说着，把马抱在怀里。 他感到萨拉丁的心在自己胸膛上跳动。 “你是怎么做到的？”你是怎么让我感觉好多了？ 我想让每个人都感觉良好，但我只会让他们生气。 和你在一起，就像，嘿，一切都很正常。” 丹笑了。父亲的表情很正常——这是他记忆中为数不多的几件事之一。 “伙计，我想让你见见一个人，”丹说。 他把手伸进口袋，拿出父亲的旧澳大利亚护照。 它有一股淡淡的霉味，甜甜的。 丹以为那是他爸爸的古龙水味，但艾米说那只是

passport paper. Flipping open the blue cover, he looked at the photo and the fake name beneath: ROGER NUDELMAN. Dad had hidden his identity, probably to deceive rivals in the hunt. But the goofiness of the name always made Dan smile. "Say hi, Rog!" he said softly. "He was a jokester, too, Saladin— I know it. Like me. Family tradition." The boat lifted sharply up on a wave and then slapped down. Rain was beginning to fall again, so Dan quickly slipped the passport back into his pocket. With a crack of thunder, the skies emptied hard. Dan cowered. Saladin jumped away and scampered toward a small glassed-in cabin. Dan followed, the rain so thick he could barely breathe. "Ya, saya mendengar mereka—" Inside, the skipper, Arif, was shouting into a cell phone while at the wheel. He spun around suddenly. "No come in!" "Um, rain?" Dan gestured outside. "Wet?" He shook his head, spraying water on the floor.

护照。他掀开蓝色的封面，看了看照片和下面的假名：罗杰·努德尔曼。 爸爸隐藏了自己的身份，可能是为了在狩猎中欺骗对手。 但这个傻傻的名字总是让丹笑。 “打个招呼，罗杰！”他轻声说。 “他也是个爱开玩笑的人，萨拉丁——我知道。 喜欢我。家庭传统。” 船在波浪中猛然抬起，然后又砰地一声沉了下去。 又开始下雨了，所以丹赶紧把护照放回口袋里。 霹雳一响，天空突然空了。 丹躲。萨拉丁跳开，跑向一间小玻璃小屋。 丹跟在后面，雨下得太大了，他几乎无法呼吸。 “耶，saya mendengar mereka——”在里面，船长阿里夫（Arif）一边开车一边对着手机大喊。 他突然转过身来。“不，进来吧！”“嗯,雨?”丹指了指外面。 "湿? "他摇了摇头，把水洒在地板上。

"Towels?" Arif muttered something into the phone in Indonesian, then pointed toward a hinged wooden chest that ran the length of the cabin's back wall. Saladin was already scratching at something in the space between the chest and the wall. He managed to slide out a small oval-shaped tin. A rancid, fishy smell wafted upward and Dan felt his stomach lurch. As Saladin eagerly began licking out the slimy black contents, Dan noticed the tin's label: GENUINE RUSSIAN SEVRUGA CAVIAR. Irina's snack. Why did Russians like such disgusting food? Breathe. In. Out. You will not get sick. Dan opened the chest and found a stack of white towels, along with ropes, blankets, and notebooks. As he pulled out a towel, he stopped cold. Next to the stack was a leather shoulder bag engraved with the letters INS. Irina N. Spasky.

“毛巾?”阿里夫用印尼语对着电话嘀咕了几句，然后指着一个和小屋后墙一样长的铰链木箱子。 萨拉丁已经在胸部和墙壁之间的空隙里抓什么东西了。 他设法滑出一个椭圆形的小锡罐。 一股腐臭的鱼腥味向上飘来，丹感到胃里一阵痉挛。 当萨拉丁急切地舔出粘糊糊的黑色食物时，丹注意到罐头上的标签：纯正的俄罗斯塞夫鲁加鱼子酱。 伊丽娜的零食。为什么俄罗斯人喜欢这么恶心的食物？ 呼吸。在。出去了。你不会生病的。 丹打开箱子，发现了一堆白毛巾，还有绳子、毯子和笔记本。 当他拿出一条毛巾时，他突然停了下来。 紧挨着那堆东西的是一个刻着INS字样的皮质单肩包。 伊琳娜·n·斯帕斯基。

Dan pulled it out and quietly shut the top. The door to the cabin flew open, startling Arif. Amy barged in, soaked and angry looking. "There you are! I thought you'd hurled too many chunks and fallen off the edge of the boat." Glancing at Arif, Dan tucked the shoulder bag under his arm. He pulled Amy outside to a rain-sheltering overhang. "Before you say anything that makes me feel even more special, look at this," Dan said. Amy gasped when she saw the bag. "It's Irina's!" Dan opened it and riffled through the contents— some makeup, a telescope shaped like a lipstick container, some suspicious-looking vials, a leather notebook… "What's this?" Amy said, pulling out a thin leather wallet. Tucked inside was a stack of rubber-banded cards. Quickly, she unwrapped the bands and thumbed through. The top card made her flinch— a copy of her own United States Social Security card. Under it were copies of Ian's and Natalie's school IDs, an ID card for each Holt, a Burrit-Oh!

丹把它拉了出来，轻轻地关上了盖子。 小屋的门突然开了，把阿里夫吓了一跳。 艾米冲了进来，浑身湿透，一副生气的样子。 “你在这儿！”我还以为你扔的东西太多了，从船边掉下来了呢。” 丹瞥了阿里夫一眼，把背包夹在腋下。 他把艾米拉到外面一个避雨的突出部分。 “在你说任何让我觉得更特别的话之前，看看这个，”丹说。 艾米看到包时倒吸了一口气。 “这是伊丽娜!”丹打开盒子，翻了翻里面的东西——一些化妆品，一个形状像口红盒的望远镜，一些看起来很可疑的小瓶子，一个皮革笔记本……艾米说着，掏出一个薄薄的皮钱包。 里面塞着一叠橡皮带的卡片。 她迅速打开带子，翻了翻。 最上面那张卡让她退缩了——一张她自己的美国社会安全卡的复印件。 下面是伊恩和娜塔莉的学生证复印件，每个霍尔特的身份证，一个卷饼——哦！