字幕表 動画を再生する 英語字幕をプリント Her father embarked at sunrise with a flask of water a samurai sword in the cockpit a shaven head full of powerful incantations and enough fuel for a one-way journey into history But halfway there she thought recounting it later to her children he must have looked far down at the little fishing boats strung out like bunting on a green blue translucent sea and beneath them arcing in swathes like a huge flag waved first one way than the other in a figure of eight the dark shoals of fishes flashing silver as their bellies swivel towards the Sun and remembered how he and his brothers waiting on the shore built Cairns of pearl gray pebbles To see who would stood longest the turbulent and rush of breakers Bringing their father's boat safe. Yes Grandfather's boat safe to the shore salt sodden awash with cloud marked mackerel black crabs Feathery prawns the loose silver of white bait and once a tuna the dark prince muscular dangerous and though he came back my mother never spoke again in his presence nor did she meet his eyes and the neighbors too. They treated him as though he no longer existed only we children still chattered and laughed Till gradually we too learned to be silent to live as though he had never returned that this was no longer the father we loved and sometimes she said he must have wondered which had been the better way to die