Chapter 6

Chapter 6 THE OL TRAPDOOR TRICK... I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY FELL FOR THAT. Ash couldn't even find her voice to scream. She was in complete free fall. She reached out, but there was nothing to hold on to. Nothing to slow her fall at all. And no way to tell what awaited her below. "HAAALP!" cried Po. "Somebody do something!" yelled Jodi. So it wasn't just her falling. Her friends were there, too. Ash wasn't sure whether that made it better or worse.

第6章老活板门诡计… 我不敢相信他们会相信。 艾什甚至无法发出尖叫。 她完全处于自由落体状态。 她伸出手来，但没有什么可以抓住的。 没有什么能延缓她的坠落。 也不知道下面等着她的是什么。 “哈哈！”阿宝叫道。“谁来做点什么！”乔迪喊道。 所以不只是她摔倒了。 她的朋友们也在那里。 阿什不确定这是好还是坏。

Then someone accidentally kicked her in the face. It's worse, she decided. Definitely worse. She braced herself for impact. There had to be an end to this fall eventually. And it was going to hurt. But when Ash finally stopped, there wasn't any pain. She heard a loud slap, and her fall slowed, until she was…drifting. Water, she thought. Thank goodness. We landed in water! She was relieved, but the feeling didn't last. Her momentum had carried her below the water's

然后有人不小心踢了她的脸。 这更糟，她断定。肯定更糟。 她做好准备迎接冲击。 这种堕落最终会结束的。 这会很痛。但当阿什终于停下来的时候，没有任何痛苦。 她听到一声响亮的拍打声，下落的速度减慢了，直到她……飘浮起来。 水，她想。谢天谢地。 我们落在水里了！她松了一口气，但这种感觉并没有持续多久。 她的冲力把她带到了水下

surface. It was pitch-black down there, and she'd lost all sense of direction. She could only hold her breath for so long. Which way was up? She saw a dim light out of the corner of her eye. It was coming from a strange-shaped block, more of a small rectangle than a cube…. A sea pickle! Po was placing a colony of sea pickles on the stony ground below. They gave off just enough light for Ash to get her bearings. She swam upward, and saw that the others were doing the same. Po was the last one to burst through the surface. Ash could barely see him, but she heard him gasping for air. "Po, you mad genius," she said. "I can't believe you had sea pickles in your inventory this whole time." "I can't believe you didn't," said Po. "Sea pickles are the best." "SAVED BY SEA PICKLES," said Harper. "I never would have believed it." "Where are we?" asked Jodi. Her voice echoed in the dark.

表面。下面一片漆黑，她完全失去了方向感。 她只能屏住呼吸这么长时间。 哪个方向是向上的？她从眼角看到一道暗淡的光。 它来自一个形状奇怪的方块，更像是一个小矩形而不是立方体.... 咸菜！阿宝在下面的石头地上放了一窝咸菜。 它们发出的光刚好够阿什辨别方向。 她向上游，看到其他人也在向上游。 阿宝是最后一个冲出水面的。 艾什几乎看不见他，但她听到他在喘气。 “阿宝，你这个疯天才，”她说。 “我真不敢相信你的库存里一直都有咸菜。” “我不敢相信你没有，”阿宝说。 “咸菜是最好的。” “靠海产咸菜救的。”哈伯说。 “我永远也不会相信。” “我们在哪儿？”乔迪问。 她的声音在黑暗中回响。

"It must be some kind of underground reservoir," said Ash. "Very underground. WE WERE FALLING FOR A LONG TIME…." "I think I see the shore," Morgan said. "That way." Together they swam to a small stretch of sand. The sand bar was wedged between the water and a sheer stone wall. "THERE'S NO WAY WE CAN CLIMB OUT," Jodi said. Harper peered upward. "We could build a staircase, but it would take some time. We may be better off digging through the wall." "Tomorrow," Ash said. "Anything might be waiting for us on the other side of it, and we just had a very close call." "You're right," Harper agreed. "WE SHOULD REGROUP. EAT SOME FOOD, SET UP OUR BEDS…" "Ooh," said Po. "Dungeon camping. It could be a new trend." "Anyway, it must be getting late," said Ash. She turned to Morgan. "AND YOU STILL HAVE TO

“这一定是某种地下水库，”阿什说。 “非常地下。我们跌落了很长一段时间....” “我想我看到海岸了。”摩根说。 “这样。”他们一起游到一小片沙滩上。 沙洲夹在水和一堵陡峭的石墙之间。 “我们没有办法爬出去，”乔迪说。 哈珀向上看了看。“我们可以建一个楼梯，但这需要一些时间。 我们最好把墙挖穿。” “明天。”阿什说。“任何事情都可能在它的另一边等着我们，我们只是侥幸逃生。” “你说得对。” “我们应该重组。吃点东西，摆好我们的床……”“哦，”阿宝说。 “地牢露营。这可能是一种新趋势。” “不管怎样，一定很晚了。”阿什说。 她转向摩根。你现在还得这么做

MEMORIZE YOUR LINES FOR THE PLAY." In the darkness, she heard Morgan chuckle nervously. At school the next day, Ash felt like she was in free fall all over again. There was just so much to do. As stage manager, she was expected to keep an eye on every aspect of the play. The actors, the sets, the props, light and sound—she was responsible for keeping all of it on track. To make matters more complicated, this was a play no one had ever staged before. Ms. Minerva had wanted the students to do The Phantom of the Opera, a famous musical based on a famous book, but she hadn't been able to get permission, so she had written a new play, all by herself. It was called The Phantasm of the Cafetorium, and much like their teacher herself, it was kooky. Ms. Minerva seemed to have combined the story of Phantom of the Opera with her own love for French pastries. "Creative people must look for inspiration

记住剧本的台词。” 黑暗中，她听到摩根紧张地吃吃笑。 第二天在学校，阿什觉得自己又像在自由落体。 有太多事情要做了。 作为舞台监督，她被要求关注戏剧的每一个方面。 演员、布景、道具、灯光和声音——她负责保证一切正常进行。 更复杂的是，这是一部从未有人上演过的戏剧。 密涅瓦女士想让学生们表演《歌剧魅影》，这是一部根据一本名著改编的著名音乐剧，但她没能得到许可，所以她自己写了一部新剧。 它的名字叫《食堂的幻影》，就像他们的老师一样，很古怪。 密涅瓦似乎把《歌剧魅影》的故事与她自己对法国糕点的热爱结合在了一起。 “有创造力的人必须寻找灵感

everywhere!" she'd said. In fact, Ms. Minerva had encouraged students to look for inspiration in their own hobbies and interests. Harper, who was in charge of the props, had taken that advice to heart. She'd decided to give her creations a blocky Minecraft twist. "Remind you of anything?" Harper asked when Ash came by to check on her. She held up a rectangular box about the size of her forearm. She squeezed it, and one end glowed bright red. Ash gasped. "It looks just like a redstone torch!" she said.

到处都是！”她说。事实上。 密涅瓦鼓励学生在自己的爱好和兴趣中寻找灵感。 负责道具的哈珀把这个建议牢记在心。 她决定给她的作品一个《我的世界》的方块。 “想起什么了吗？”阿什来探望她时，哈珀问道。 她举起一个和她前臂大小的长方形盒子。 她捏了捏，一头发出了鲜红的光。 火山灰气喘吁吁地说。“它看起来就像一个红石火炬！”她说。