#The Mysterious island

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Another 20K Leagues meme

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(via The Grim Gallery: Exhibit 4470)

The Mysterious Island (1929)

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The Mysterious Island 🏝

(+ 20k leagues under the sea Trio !)

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A copy of Jules Verne’s The Mysterious Island?

Today, Jesus is holding:

A copy of Jules Verne’s The Mysterious Island

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[lemonyoatmilk]

My Theories For Upcoming Pulp Musicals Episodes ‼️

These are all based on how the first two episodes were directly inspired by existing 19th century sci-fi.

First off is the Mysterious Island, which is pretty much confirmed since half the crew was sent to the *same* island as the one in the books! (Ie Lincoln Island)

Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea is functionally a sequel to The Mysterious Island, given the ending of the book including one of the major characters from TTLUTS. (Not gonna name them cause I'm betting they'll show up in the episode!!)

From here on out there's no proof, I'm just going with vibes.

War of the Worlds maybe they finally get back to New York, only for the Martians (or whatever Kal's people is) attacks. 1870s is around the same time that Mars came down to Earth after all!

The Things that Live in Mars One of the first instances of genuine Speculative Evolution, courtesy of HG Wells himself. If Mars attacks, then maybe Rose, Samuel, Margaret, and John ends up there too! Again it could literally be Martians, or Kal's people.

From the Earth to the Moon this feels like something that will happen at some point considering that this whole journey started with them making up a lie about life on the moon, then escalating into going to space and then time travelling.

[dragongutsixofficial]

Never in my life will I understand why all cinema adaptations from The Mysterious Island stray so much from the book, to the point that they are two radically different stories.

Don't get me wrong. I absolutely LOVE the prospect of a remote treasure island inhabited by strange, eerie creatures- heck, even dinosaurs ! These stories are always a blast. Who knew what nature was hiding from humankind all along ? And how powerless are we against it? How fast can it erase us, along with the island, out of existence ?

But.. The Mysterious Island was never about what nature can do. It has always been about humanity, its good and its bad.

It has always been about a group of people finding themselves stranded on an island they know nothing about, with a teenager and a dog to take care of, and coming together to decide that they're gonna make something out of it. That they're not just gonna survive, they're gonna have a good life.

It has always been about them learning to love their new home and making it their own, it has always been about finding love and appreciation when you could let despair overcome you because humans keep hoping.

It has always been about what the love of a found family can do, against all odds.

It has always been about reaching out your hand to one another, and accepting them as your own even though you have no reason to. About how humankind is inherently good and enclined to help someone who is alone and struggling, and making them part of a community no matter what their past is.

It has always been about hubris.

It has always been about us seeing too big.

It has always been about us exploiting nature until it can't take it anymore. Until it isn't nature anymore.

It has always been about our spectacular lack of foresight.

It has always been about always striving to have more and better things, no matter how that might impact us in the future.

It has always been about the lack of responsibility humans feel towards the natural order of things, to the point that it can disappear overnight.

It has always been about beginning again, together, and honoring the memory of what we've lost.

It has always been about one of the most iconic polycules i've ever seen, their adopted son, their dog and their monkey.

It has always been about nitroglycerin.

A lot of nitroglycerin.

It has always been about Jules Verne needing to change the dates of Twenty thousand leagues under the sea just so his messy chronology could even attempt to start making sense.

It has always been about each new page being even more batshit crazy than the last.

It has always been about being a beautiful mess.

And it needn't be Jurassic Parc to be awesome.

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[czolgosz]

i think the soviet adaptation of the mysterious island might be the only one to include jupiter <-the orangutan

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It is a great misfortune to be alone, my friends; and it must be believed that solitude can quickly destroy reason.

The Mysterious Island by Jules Verne

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PENCROFT

I REALLY LOVE HIM he sooooo so cute😭😭😭😭

[leo-fie]

The Mysterious Island by Jules Verne would make a great tv show. It's a cast away story, but not quite what we today would expect.

It takes place in 1865, all the characters are prisoners of the Confederacy and in trying to get back to Union troops, steal a balloon during a storm that takes them all the way to the southern pacific where they barely make on a tiny, uncharted island.

The characters are Cyrus Smith, an engineer and leader of the team. His servant and former slave Nab. His dog Top. The journalist and war reporter Gedeon Spilett. The experienced sailor Pancroff. And Pancroff's captain's orphaned son Harbert, a well read teenage boy. They make a pretty good team and would with very little changes work well in an adaptation.

Of course we'd have to clean up the racism of the book. Though not malicious, it's still written in the 1870s and it shows.

So these 6 land on the island with nothing but the clothes on their back. Literally. That's the first interesting diversion from other cast away stories I think. They don't have any handy stuff or tools for quite some time. No fed ex parcels or shipwrecks. They don't even have pocket knives or matches in a time when most men had useful stuff on them at all times.

So even though they know how to build themselves an oven, they can't light it. Fire is a problem, just like in other stories, but for different reasons.

Which touches on the other difference. These guys know how to help themselves. How to find freshwater, how tides work, where to find bird's nests and sea shells, etc. They know from the get go that they'll spend quite some time on the island, probably the rest of their lives. They act accordingly.

Not to go too far into spoilers, but it basically turns into a base building game. First it's about food and shelter, later about reliable production of food and making tools, later about blowing up a lake Fight Club style (I'm not making this up).

It gets repetitive in the book because these guys have not a lot going on, but we could easily write some growing friendships, some conflicts, some coming of age for Harbert, etc.

There even is a mystery element to the story.

I'm just saying. Sometimes the classics are classics for a reason.

[leehallfae]

the mysterious island is so fun because a lot of castaway stories pose the question: what if you were just some guy & you had to survive. but jules verne said no actually, here are the five most capable, scientifically knowledgeable bitches you’ve ever met, and since they figure out the basics of survival (food, fire, etc) relatively easily, they get to progress to doing some really fun stuff such as building a pottery kiln, making candles, & blowing up a cliff

[yogurtgeek]

Pt. 2: Life Series Post Apoc AU

[Etho-centric AU with characters from the life series/ 3rd life/ last life/ double life/ lim life (and possibly HC). I hope you enjoy! :) ]

Context: life-series characters were all in university/college/recently graduated in Canada when the apocalypse happened. Now they try to survive together.

Pt. 1

“Did you find anything good?”

The warm glow of the fire washed over us as we entered the base, Scott securing the door behind us. Jimmy looked at us expectantly from the chair near the fire where he was polishing his sword.

“Well.” Pearl shifted her backpack to the floor and began unwrapping her layers of frozen clothing. “I ‘spose that depends on what you define as good.”

“How far did you go?” Scott asked, helping me untether my crossbow from my harness. “It’s getting dark; I was worried.”

Pearl glanced at her watch. “It’s only 3PM! Stupid Canadian winters with their early sunset and snow.”

“It’s the price you pay for long summer days,” I noted. “We walked about 10 kilometers east-”

“North-east,” Pearl corrected.

“.... okay, north-east. As far as the town over the mountain. Most places have been looted, but we found a few useful things.”

Pearl pulled a yellow sweater out of her bag and tossed it to Jimmy. “Here, Jim; it’s your color.”

“Ah, sweet!”

“Find anything for the Forge?” Tango appeared in the doorway holding a screwdriver.

The Forge was what we called our workshop, the place where us engineers created and maintained the technology that allowed us to survive. Our ongoing project was Scar’s wheelchair, but the most pressing current issue was power. We had relied on a gas-powered generator until recently, when gas had become more difficult to find. Since then, Tango, Impulse, BigB, Mumbo, and I had switched our focus to alternate energy sources.

“No gas for the generator, unfortunately. But we found a few other things on your list.” I handed him a bag of nails. “I know it’s not exactly what we need for the waterwheel -”

Tango sighed. “We’ll work with what we have. We could really use some fresh timber, though; I’d love to have this wheel finished before the ice thaws in the creek.”

“Tango, even if they found timber, It’s not like they could even carry it all the way home,” Jimmy noted astutely. “Lugging huge slabs of wood 10 kilometers through the snow? No thank you.”

Pearl and I exchanged glaces. “Actually, we may have a solution for that.”

“What?” Jimmy set his sword to the side, instantly intrigued.

“It will take some time to set up...”

“What will? What is it?”

“... but, with some patience, we should be able to make it work.”

“Oh come on, guys! What is it? What did you find?”

There was a spark in Pearl’s eye as she paused, building anticipation. “Horses.”

Jimmy, Tango, and Scott stared at her. “Horses? Like, wild horses?”

“They let us get pretty close,” I said. “I think they were domesticated at one point, and they’ve learned to survive on their own. We just need to re-tame them.”

“Did you tell Bdubs about this?” Scott asked. “He’ll be ecstatic!”

“I’ll tell him when he wakes up.” [I knew Bdubs was already asleep - somehow his biological clock corresponded perfectly with the rising and setting of the sun. We could fairly accurately predict what time the sun rose based on when Bdubs was awake.] “I know taming horses is a difficult task, but -”

“When has that stopped us before?” Tango grinned. “If we can create an intruder detection system, we can definitely tame some horses.”

“Yeah!” Jimmy chimed in enthusiastically. “We’ll have a whole posse by the time we’re done! Canadian cowboys!”

Pearl chuckled. “I guess we know what we’re doing tomorrow.” She bent down to unpack the rest of her bag. “I found some rope that could be useful, and we should probably design a stable….” Her face wrinkled in confusion as she pulled a large box out of her bag. “Etho, did you put a book in here?”

“.... yes.”

“That’s why my bag was so heavy!” Pearl shifted the box onto the floor and shot me a reproachful glace. “Why didn’t you carry it?”

“Well, I thought we were sharing. And we had space.”

“What book is it, anyway?” Scott asked, peaking curiously over Pearl’s shoulder as she opened the box. “The Mysterious Island by Jules Verne. That’s the guy who wrote 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.”

“It’s a sequel, sort of,” I explained. “It was one of my favorite books as a kid.”

“You couldn’t have picked a favorite book that was smaller? And paperback?” Pearl complained, but I knew she was as happy as I was to have some sort of entertainment on these cold winter nights.

“At the very least, it’s a decent amount of kindling for the fire,” Jimmy teased.

“I think it might be useful in other ways, actually.”

“How so?”

“It’s a story of a group of soldiers who are marooned on an island,” I explained. “They built a settlement to survive.”

“Published in 1875?” Scott flipped through the first few pages. “Are you sure this will be useful?”

“The technology they had then is pretty similar to what we’re confined to now. They had to create their own forge, smithy, and brickworks, and they even wired a telegraph system.”

“Hmm.” Tango peered at the book through his red-rimmed glasses. “Sounds inspirational.”

“It’s what inspired me to study engineering.”

“Well, I’m sure it will be a great read.” Scott gently placed the book on the mantle. “Let’s get these things put away, fix some supper, and then start the first chapter.”

“Sounds like a plan!”

I glanced at the book, half-illuminated by flickering flames, as I pulled more supplies out of my pack. There was another reason why I kept it. The story wasn’t just about a group of friends fighting for survival - it was about a mysterious island. There was a presence on the island, a hand behind the scenes, a force powerful and unknown to the settlers. A presence all too familiar to our own settlement.

There was anticipation in the air. I noticed it in the way Tilly - Pearl’s dog - growled at the whispering wind at night, the way there happened to be a medieval weapons museum in a nearby town, the way we had found more medical supplies in the past week than in the past year, the way the herd of horses had wandered into our territory. The way we hadn’t seen a single person since we had escaped to my grandfather’s cabin. The way our entire friend group had survived the apocalypse.

Maybe I was being paranoid, my traumatized brain picking out all the patterns it could find. It was a bit ridiculous to think that there might be a higher power manipulating our circumstances, but I had gained the skill of open-mindedness over the past few years, and nothing much could surprise me after what my friends and I had experienced. I didn’t know what lay in our future. I just knew that whatever happened, we needed to be prepared for what was coming.