金银岛

本博海军上将旅店的老水手

The Old Sailor at the Admiral Benbow

特里劳尼乡绅是这片土地的主人，也是我们村里的富人，他让我写下这个故事。利夫西医生也让我写。他们想要金银岛的完整故事，从头到尾都要。除了一个地方，我什么都能说：那就是岛在哪里。因为还有一些金子在那儿。

Squire Trelawney, the rich man who owned the land around our village, asked me to write this story. Dr Livesey asked me too. They want the whole story of Treasure Island, from the beginning to the end. I can tell everything but one thing: where the island is. Some of the gold is still there.

我叫吉姆·霍金斯。故事发生时，我父亲经营着本博海军上将旅店。那是一家海边旅店，就在黑山湾附近。旅店就是带酒吧的小旅馆，客人们在那儿吃喝睡觉。

My name is Jim Hawkins. At the time of this story, my father kept the Admiral Benbow. It was an inn by the sea, near a small bay called Black Hill Cove. An inn is a small hotel with a bar, where travellers eat, drink and sleep.

我记得那个老水手来的那天。他慢慢走到门口，后面跟着一个推着小车的人。车上是他的海员箱。海员箱是个大木箱，水手们把东西都放在里面。

I remember the day when the old sailor came. He walked slowly to the door, and a man with a small cart came behind him. On the cart was his sea chest. A sea chest is a big wooden box, and sailors keep all their things in it.

那水手又高又壮，身体很重，皮肤是褐色的。头发扎成一条又长又脏的辫子，垂在背上。他穿着一件旧蓝外套。他的一边脸颊上有一道旧剑伤，是一条长长的白线。

The sailor was tall, strong and heavy, with brown skin. His hair hung down his back in a long, dirty pigtail. He wore an old blue coat. Across one cheek he had an old cut from a sword, a long white line.

他看了看我们的小海湾，开始唱一首老海歌。后来他经常唱：

He looked round our little bay and began to sing an old sea song. Later he sang it very often:

“十五个人守着死人的箱子——哟吼吼，再来一瓶朗姆酒！”

“Fifteen men on the dead man’s chest - Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!”

然后他用手杖敲了敲门。我父亲走出来，那水手粗鲁地要一杯朗姆酒。朗姆酒是很烈的酒，水手们都爱喝。

Then he knocked on the door with his stick. My father came out, and the sailor asked roughly for a glass of rum. Rum is a strong drink, and sailors love it.

“这海湾不错，”他最后说，“是个喝酒的好地方。伙计，这儿人多吗？”

“This is a good bay,” he said at last, “and a nice place to drink. Do you get many people here, mate?”

“不多，”我父亲回答，“很抱歉，人很少。”

“No,” my father answered. “Very few, I’m sorry to say.”

“好，那这地方正合我意，”那水手说。他转向推车的人。“你！把我的箱子搬上来。我要在这儿住一阵子。”

“Well, then, this is the place for me,” the sailor said. He turned to the man with the cart. “You there! Bring my chest up. I’m going to stay here for a while.”

然后他又对我父亲说：“我是个简单的人。我只要朗姆酒、培根和鸡蛋，还有那边的山。从那儿我可以看船。至于我的名字？你可以叫我船长。”他把三四枚金币扔在台阶上。“钱用完了告诉我，”他说。他看起来像军舰上的军官一样严肃。

Then he spoke to my father again. “I’m a simple man. I want rum, bacon and eggs, and that hill up there. From there I can watch the ships. And my name? You can call me captain.” He threw three or four gold coins on the step. “Tell me when that money is finished,” he said. He looked as hard as an officer on a warship.

他的衣服很破，但他不像个普通水手。他更像个船长，是个发号施令的人。推车的人告诉我们更多情况。船长前一天早上去了皇家乔治旅店。他想要个安静、偏僻的旅店，所以选了我们家。关于他，我们只知道这些。

His clothes were bad, but he was not like a simple sailor. He was more like a captain, a man who gave orders. The man with the cart told us more. The captain came to the Royal George inn the morning before. He wanted a quiet, lonely inn, so he chose ours. That was all we ever learned about him.

船长话不多。整天他都带着望远镜在海湾或悬崖上走，那是看远处的铜管。每天晚上他都坐在火炉旁的角落里，喝着兑水的烈朗姆酒。有人跟他说话，他只是生气地抬头，大声地用鼻子出气。

The captain did not talk much. All day he walked around the bay or on the cliffs with his telescope, a brass tube for seeing far away. All evening he sat in a corner by the fire and drank strong rum with water. When somebody spoke to him, he only looked up angrily and blew loudly through his nose.