我們抵達這座島的時候,已經是冬天了。
                                                                               
海面上飄著鵝毛般的細雪。
                                                                               
                                                                               
"那個啊...其實是" 蜘蛛男試著說服我,那些細雪是火山爆發以後的灰漫。
                                                                               
而在他旁徵博引,大英百科的口器之中,這些雪花獨特的色澤,少見的質地,
                                                                               
無一不支持他的說法。
                                                                               
"這些雪花的結晶甚至不是六角形..."
                                                                               
"好了好了,你那是複眼,不是顯微鏡眼吧..."
我就是不喜歡聽別人賣弄知識啦。
                                                                               
總之我試著忽略這個說法。
                                                                               
不管客觀的現實是如何的影響我,我想,
                                                                               
我總得學著去選擇相信,選擇堅持,自己想要相信想要堅持的東西。
                                                                               
你說那是信念也好,是頑固也好。
為什麼海面上的雪就不能是灰色的? 雪為什麼一定得六角形?
                                                                               
                                                                               
"總之你聽我說..." 他還不放棄呢。根據他的說法,
                                                                               
長期下來,呼吸這些粉塵會對肺部健康有著決定性的負作用。
                                                                               
火山矽肺症,pnemonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis 。
                                                                               
全字典最長的單字。
他還真的唸了一遍勒。白濫。
                                                                               
                                                                               
"你的肺部,就會變得像我們之前遇到的海底礦山裡的猴子礦工一樣,"
這傢伙得理不饒人,還在那邊借題發揮:
"很深很深的咳嗽,綠黃色的痰,沙沙的,粉粉的痰甚至帶點粉紅色,"
                                                                               
說到這裡蜘蛛男頓了頓,複眼瞪的老大:
                                                                               
"那粉紅色,就代表你的支氣管毀損了!"

我當然稱不上勇敢,相反的還十分膽小。
                                                                               
但這恐嚇太沒力了。
                                                                               
試想,我來都來了,哪有不上岸的道理?
                                                                               
我當然記得那些老猴子,他們空洞的五官七竅,沒有了眼睛舌頭,
                                                                               
像是一種樂器叫做壎,長了長長的猴毛。
                                                                               
我記得從他們的空洞竅孔裡傳出的好聽樂聲,
                                                                               
那是不老不死的他們所歡唱的哀歌,是送葬曲也是生日頌。
                                                                               
                                                                               
但我根本不記得他們的痰是什麼顏色了。
                                                                               
就算記得,我也因為太過著迷那些樂聲而忘了要警惕。
而最根本的邏輯在於,如果我害怕或者有所警惕的話,
                                                                               
那麼一開始,我根本就不會有膽量把瓶子向頭城的外海丟去,
                                                                               
以致於我現在還得坐在裡面,和他有這番爭論。
                                                                               
                                                                               
總之我們兩個,像惠施和莊周那樣老夫老妻老玻璃一般的囉哩囉唆,
                                                                               
像是一對上了年紀的雞夫婦,絮絮叨叨地把瓶子藏好,
                                                                               
                                                                               
向岸上走去。
                                                                               
---
                                                                               
                                                                               
島上反而沒有初接近時看見的雪花了。很奇怪。
                                                                               
從海上遠遠看也就只是拳頭般大的小島,
                                                                               
上了岸卻見不到島的兩邊。
想是茂盛的森林之故,不論往哪裡看,怎麼看都是一片蔥鬱。
                                                                               
什麼都擋住了。
                                                                               
                                                                               
登陸之處是一片沙灘,靜悄悄的,白滑的沙灘。
                                                                               
我們把瓶子藏在礁石底下,再用蛛絲牢牢的綁緊。
                                                                               
向島中央走去。
                                                                               
                                                                               
穿過一片林蔭,約莫1/4頓飯的光景,
                                                                               
極目所見,是一大片草原。綠油油的,盡顯得鮮嫩。
                                                                               
零星星錯落,點點低矮的灌木叢。
                                                                               
陽光從晌午的高度俯瞰,烤的樹葉嫩草也焦了黃,透著金芒。
                                                                               
或者蜘蛛男說得還是沒錯,現在絕對不是雪花翻飛的隆冬。

從我們上岸的這一頭,往島的另一頭看去,
                                                                               
絕對無法忽略的是一個灰褐色的小山丘。
                                                                               
看來是整座島唯一的制高點,披著一圈綠色的綢巾。
                                                                               
又一座森林。林稍和林稍之間吞吐著白茫茫,筆直的煙霧。
                                                                               
                                                                               
"ㄟ,那一定是人家的炊煙。島上一定有人。快走吧~"
                                                                               
我學乖了,生怕這傢伙又引用什麼Wordsworth來和眼前景象相應襯,趕快搶住話頭。
                                                                               
                                                                               
不過,一反常態,這傢伙,居然什麼話也沒說。
                                                                               
反而露出了狐疑的表情,喃喃自語: "這裡...沒有花..."

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