14 The day takes a turn for the worse

14. THE DAY TAKES A TURN FOR THE WORSE Stoick never finished the word 'invincible' because halfway through he was grabbed around the neck by an enormous wild-eyed individual and a not very clean knife was held to his neck. So the word ended up more like 'INVINCI-ugh-ugh-ugh', as Stoick choked and his eyes popped. All around the rowing benches every Hooligan aboard had been grabbed from behind and knives were held at every throat. The Hooligans' nerves were still jangling from the flight from the Skullions. And they had been so busy arguing that they hadn't spotted a small sleek boat sneaking up through the mist and drawing alongside the Lucky Thirteen. A boat named the Hammerhead with a sail curved like a shark's fin and a red skull and crossbones painted on the side. A boat packed to the brim with OUTCASTS. They were not a pretty crew, despite their height, and their handsome red hair, and their gorgeous clothes, and every kind of golden ornament. Many had

14. 斯托伊克还没说完“无敌”这个词，因为说到一半，他的脖子就被一个大眼睛的家伙抓住了，一把不太干净的刀掐在了他的脖子上。 所以这个词最后更像是“无敌-哈哈-哈哈”，因为斯托伊克哽咽了，他的眼睛鼓了起来。 在划船的长凳周围，船上的每个流氓都被从后面抓住，每个人的喉咙都被刀掐住了。 流氓们的神经仍然因为逃离骷髅队而紧张不安。 他们一直忙着争论，没有注意到一艘光滑的小船从雾中悄悄驶来，驶近幸运十三人的旁边。 一艘名为“锤头号”的船，船帆弯曲得像鲨鱼的鳍，船舷上画着红色的骷髅和交叉的骨头。 一艘满载流浪者的船。 尽管他们身材高大，长着一头漂亮的红头发，穿着华丽的衣服，戴着各种各样的金饰，但他们并不是一个漂亮的船员。 许多人

scars carved into their faces. One or two were without a nose or an ear. Most had filed their teeth into sharp little points, like the teeth of a shark. Even the good-looking ones were disfigured by dark red tattoos, said to be made out of the blood

脸上刻下的伤疤。 有一两个没有鼻子和耳朵。 大多数都把牙齿磨成了尖尖的小尖，就像鲨鱼的牙齿一样。 就连长相好看的人也被深红色的纹身毁容，据说是用血做的

of their enemies. They talked to each other in the most difficult of Viking languages, Outcastese, which sounds very much like the barking of a dog. The Outcasts had swarmed over the side and crept up behind the Hooligans as they were admiring the Treasure and themselves. Toothless had smelt them, of course. He knew they were coming and he had been going crazy inside the big heavy barrel, shrieking at the top of his voice, 'OUTCASTS! R-R-RUN FOR YOUR LIVES, YOU S-S-SSTUPID H-H-HUMANS!!!' But nobody had heard him. All in all, this was turning into a very bad day for the Hooligans. Outcasts, like Skullions, are the kind of creature one really hopes one can live a lifetime without bumping into, let alone seeing BOTH of them at close quarters in the space of one morning. Hiccup did not realise they were Outcasts. But he knew they were Bad Trouble. His heart started jumping in his chest like a mudskipper as he looked into the terrible face of the man who had Stoick the Vast by the throat. His curly horns were quite three feet high. When he opened his mouth he growled like a dog.

他们的敌人。他们用维京人最难懂的语言——古斯特语交谈，听起来很像狗叫。 流氓们一边欣赏着宝藏，一边欣赏着他们自己，流亡者们从船边蜂拥而过，爬到他们身后。 当然，无牙已经闻到了它们的味道。 他知道他们要来了，他在那只又大又沉的木桶里快要发疯了，扯着嗓子尖叫着：“弃儿！逃命吧，你们这些愚蠢的人类！！”但是没有人听到他的声音。 总而言之，这对足球流氓来说是非常糟糕的一天。 像Skullions这样的弃儿，是一种人们真的希望一辈子都不要碰到的生物，更不要说在一个早晨的时间里近距离地看到它们两个了。 小嗝嗝没有意识到他们是弃儿。 但他知道他们是“坏麻烦”。 当他看着那个掐住巨人斯托伊克喉咙的人可怕的面孔时，他的心开始像弹涂鱼一样在胸膛里跳来跳去。 它卷曲的角足足有三英尺高。 他一张嘴就像狗一样咆哮。

For a whole minute, nobody said a word. Nobody dared move a muscle. There was no noise at all except for that terrible dog-like growling from the Outcast who was holding Stoick… and the sound of Alvin drinking. There was no knife at Alvin's throat. Calmly, he finished off the last delicious drops of blackcurrant wine. Smoothly, he put the cup down. 'I thought that I would provide a –ah –surprise ending to our little journey,' said Alvin, with his charming smile. 'I DO like surprises, don't you, my dear Stoick?' Stoick gargled inarticulately.

整整一分钟，谁也没说一句话。 没有人敢动一动。 除了那个抱着斯托伊克的弃儿发出的可怕的狗一样的嗥叫和阿尔文喝酒的声音外，什么声音也没有。 阿尔文的喉咙上没有刀。 他平静地喝完了最后几滴美味的黑醋栗酒。 他顺利地放下杯子。 “我想我会给我们的小旅程一个——啊——惊喜的结尾，”阿尔文带着迷人的微笑说。 “我确实喜欢惊喜，你呢，我亲爱的斯托伊克？”斯托伊克口齿不清地漱口。

'Such fun, aren't they?' continued Alvin. 'I am so sorry to say, however, that the day of glory for the Hooligan Tribe may be –ah –put off for a while. You see, I feel that I ought to have rather more than a mere ten per cent. And in case you didn't agree I thought I would bring along some of my relatives to –ah– persuade you to give it up.' Stoick gargled again. Alvin barked out a few words in Outcastese to Curly Horns, who barked back at him again. 'I have to admit at this point that I have been guilty of a little innocent deception,' said Alvin. 'My name is not Alvin the Poor-But-Honest-Farmer. I am, in fact, His Most Mighty Murderousness Alvin the Treacherous, Great High Chieftain of the Outcast Tribe. I don't know why, but I felt that if I had told you this from the beginning you might not have given me a very warm welcome.' 'An OUTCAST?' gasped the Hooligans. Alvin laughed. 'That's right,' he said, 'an Outcast. Us Outcasts don't always go around on all fours dressed in animal skins, you know. Even we are moving with the times.' He went over to Stoick and gently removed the Stormblade from Stoick's hand.

“真有趣，不是吗？”阿尔文接着说。 “然而，我很遗憾地说，流氓部落的光荣之日可能要——啊——推迟一段时间。 你看，我觉得我应该得到的不仅仅是百分之十。 如果你不同意的话，我想我会带我的一些亲戚来——啊——说服你放弃。”斯托伊克又漱口了。 艾尔文用乡巴佬语对卷角吼了几句，卷角又朝他吼了几声。 “我必须承认，在这一点上，我有一点无辜的欺骗行为，”阿尔文说。 “我的名字不叫‘贫穷但诚实的农民阿尔文’。 事实上，我就是他最凶残的刽子手阿尔文背信弃义，流民部落的最高酋长。 我不知道为什么，但我觉得如果我一开始就告诉你这件事，你可能不会很热情地欢迎我。“一个被放逐的人？”流氓们喘着气说。 阿尔文笑了。“对了，”他说，“一个流亡者。 你知道，我们这些弃儿可不会总是穿着兽皮四肢着地走来走去。 就连我们也在与时俱进。”他走到斯托伊克身边，轻轻地从他手中取下暴风之刃。

'MINE, I think,' said Alvin. Alvin unscrewed the claw from his right hand, as Hiccup had seen him do once before. He attached his 'sword-holder' contraption in its place, into which he carefully twisted the Stormblade. He screwed it very tightly, so that it was completely steady. And while he did all this, he talked. 'You see, Stoick,' said Alvin, 'we Barbarian Chieftains are facing a new challenge. We have to fight the creeping forces of Civilisation by becoming FIERCER and CRUELLER than ever. YOU, Stoick, have GONE SOFT.' 'I have NOT!' protested Stoick indignantly. 'Grimbeard the Ghastly would be turning in his grave if he could see you now,' tut-tutted Alvin. 'You Hooligans have become bungling AMATEURS, all noise and show with no real wickedness to you at all. Now, I have worked hard to bring us Outcasts up to date. Outwardly, we now have some of the clothes and the manners of Civilisation… but inwardly we are tougher and more truly Outcast than we have ever been. We are your REAL PROFESSIONAL PIRATES, heartless, murdering, bloodsucking, slave-traders…' Alvin paused for breath.

“我想是我的。”阿尔文说。 阿尔文拧下右手上的爪子，就像小嗝嗝以前看到他做的那样。 他把自己的“握剑”装置装在原处，小心翼翼地把暴风之刃拧进去。 他把它拧得很紧，使它完全稳定。 他一边做这一切，一边说话。 “你看，斯托伊克，”阿尔文说，“我们野蛮人酋长正面临着新的挑战。 我们必须通过变得比以往任何时候都更加凶猛和残酷来对抗文明的缓慢力量。 你，斯托伊克，太软弱了。“我没有！”斯托伊克愤怒地抗议道。 “如果可怕的Grimbeard现在看到你，他会在坟墓里翻来覆去的。” “你们这些流氓已经变成了笨手笨脚的外行，只会装腔作势，对你们根本没有真正的恶意。 现在，我努力让我们这些弃儿跟上时代。 从表面上看，我们现在有了一些文明的衣着和举止，但在内心深处，我们比以往任何时候都更坚强，更真正地被抛弃了。 我们是你们真正的职业海盗，无情、杀人、吸血、贩卖奴隶……”阿尔文停顿了一下，喘了口气。