Jules Verne's Mysterious Island

Over 8,000 miles, as the crow flies from america,

sits an island uncharted by any man.

Of the men who have arrived on its shores and lived to tell the tale,

they only described a terror so unimaginable

they dared never set foot on it again.

But still they come, at times by the dozens.

Each man braver than the one before.

All of them seeking the treasure that lies buried here.

Some say the island is cursed.

Others say it is home to monsters the likes of which

have never been seen before.

I, for one, assure you that all of it is true.

And it is the reason I call this island...

Home.

The reason I have named it...

The mysterious island.

Well...

What are you ladies waitin' for?

What if what they say about this island is true?

Children's tales. Made up to keep people away.

Now, let's go, lads. We're lookin' for treasure.

Through here!

Bring yours.

Read it.

Through the tunnel.

After you.

Aah!

Hmm.

Children's stories.

I found the exit, but not your monsters.

Ha. Ha.

Everything's ok. There's nothing here.

Oof!

Aah!

Help! Help me!

Aah!

Aah! Aah!

How goes it?

Storm's ready to hit.

Good timing. Hmm, balloon still there?

Yep, my guess is it's grounded till the weather clears.

We go tonight.

Good evenin', gentlemen.

I couldn't help but, uh, overhear.

You're not plannin' an escape now, are ya?

You must be mistaken, friend.

I don't think so.

This is a confederate prison camp, colonel. What are you doin' here?

Well, the official reason was an embezzlement.

But, uh... no, no, I can assure you

it was all a tragic misunderstanding.

Think for a moment, sir.

I could be of, uh, use to you tonight.

What are we gonna do with him, neb?

He's gonna be a problem any way you look at it.

Mm-hmm.

I, uh... you're gonna let this slave decide my fate?

Wouldn't make him mad, colonel. He's liable to kill you right here.

Well, I've always been an abolitionist at heart.

We either take him along, or we kill him.

I can go either way.

Well, if we kill him, it would shut him up.

This is true.

And if he deceives us, we can always kill him later.

Excellent point.

You should take me with ya.

Hmm?

We leave at midnight.

Captain. Have a seat.

Everything's all right? Yes, ma'am.

You've healed nicely.

I'm leaving here tonight.

There is a confederate scouting balloon anchored just outside of camp.

I'll get Helen.

There's a good chance in this storm we won't make it.

It's far too dangerous for you and your daughter.

Besides, the siege will be lifted soon,

you'll be able to leave here safely.

Captain, it is far more dangerous to stay here

with a girl Helen's age, believe me.

Helen.

What? The guards were wondering what was taking so long.

What did you tell them?

Well, I had to tell them something.

I told them you had the pox, captain.

That would do it.

State your business, miss Jane.

This man is very sick. He needs to be quarantined.

Uh, keep movin'.

We got more sick people in here...

Go on now, miss Jane. Keep...

Cyrus!

Neb, get in!

You first, captain.

Get in the balloon.

Get in, get in!

Aah! Neb: Captain! Cyrus, come on!

Come on, captain.

Jane: Cyrus! Cyrus, hurry! Captain!

He's gonna fall!

Give me your hand!

How the hell do you steer this thing, anyway?

We don't. Oh.

Where are we? Well, we're drifting away from the sunrise,

so, we're headed west. It's impossible to know exactly where we are.

Are we going to land soon?

Not until the visibility improves.

We're just going to keep floating?

We don't have much choice.

Well, wherever we are, it's better than Richmond.

Have you always lived in Richmond?

Well, we went there looking for my husband.

He was fighting in a confederate unit.

My daughter and I had word that...

He was one of the wounded.

Did you find him?

I buried him just a few days after I got there.

I'm sorry.

It's quite beautiful, really.

We're over the ocean.

Up there.

Damn it.

There's a leak.

I'll take a look, see if I can fix it.

Can you fix it?

No, it's too big, captain.

We're going down.

Got any bright ideas, captain Smith?

Drop the ballast. Lighten the load, everyone.

Hurry.

It's not working.

We're still falling.

Cyrus, we're too close to the water!

What do we do?

Hey! An island!

We're still too far off, Cyrus.

We're not gonna make it.

Listen, stay with the balloon as long as you can.

The tide will carry you to shore.

Captain, no! Aah!

Cyrus!

We're lifting.

Can we jump? Let's go now while we're still over land!

No, no, no, no, no, we're still too high!

We're almost to the other side!

I know, I know, I know, wait, wait, wait, not yet.

Wait, wait.

We gonna crash! Hold on!

Helen. Helen.

Are you hurt?

No.

Where is everyone?

Cyrus!

Neb!

Captain!

Pencroff!

Anyone!

Hello! Cyrus!

Unh, ahh.

Ah, I'm an old man.

Look.

The balloon.

Neb!

Oh, there.

Is everyone all right?

Good news is we all made it.

Well, yeah.

Where's captain Smith?

He's not with you?

No.

Ohh.

Well, perhaps you spoke prematurely.

Ugh, that's good.

Well, huh, can it be repaired?

There's no way anyone's leavin' here by balloon.

Aw.

Any sign of him?

No sign of him anywhere.

We need to find Cyrus. I agree. We'll start our search immediately.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, wait, wait now.

Wait, wait. Ah, shouldn't we all stick together?

Captain Smith either made it to shore, or he did not.

Now, we have to be concerned for ourselves.

Ha, well, some of us haven't eaten for days.

I'm with pencroff, we need to eat.

We'll find food on our search for Cyrus.

Let's go.

Since when do slaves give orders?

Case you haven't noticed, we are hell and gone from the Mason-Dixon line.

I'm not a slave to anyone.

Private lemay, you said you wanted to eat.

Well, perhaps you and Mr. Pencroff could find some food and water.

Helen, neb, and I will search for the captain.

Nnh, uh, huh...

Hello!

Anybody there?

What the hell was that, huh?

I don't know. Let's keep movin'.

Lemay!

Come on, son. No time to waste.