1 The Old Sea Dog at the Admiral Benbow

CHAPTER 1 The Old Sea Dog at the Admiral Benbow A great number of people have asked me to write down the whole story of Treasure Island, and that I shall do. But I will leave out the location of the island, because the treasure is still out there. The story begins back when my father was running an inn called the Admiral Benbow. The night was bitter, and we could hear a howling wind outside when the old seaman with a scarred

第一章本葆海军上将旅店的老海狗许多人要求我把金银岛的整个故事都写下来，我一定要写下来。 但我不会告诉你小岛的位置，因为宝藏还在那里。 故事要从我父亲经营一家名为“本葆海军上将”的客栈说起。 夜很苦，我们能听到外面呼啸的风，老水手带着伤痕

face first made his way through our door. In he blew, a strange sight with his sea chest being dragged behind him in a wheelbarrow. He was strong and tall, with nut-brown skin and a blackened pigtail hanging over a dirty blue coat. In fact, everything about him looked dirty, including his hands and nails. The whiteness of the scar that spread across his cheek stood out against his grimy skin. He whistled and sang a song I would hear many times:

“脸”先进了我们的门。 他吹了起来，看到一个奇怪的景象，他的航海箱被一辆手推车拖在身后。 他又高又壮，有着栗色的皮肤，一条发黑的辫子挂在脏兮兮的蓝色外套上。 事实上，他的一切看起来都很脏，包括他的手和指甲。 在他肮脏的皮肤衬托下，他脸颊上那道白色的伤疤显得格外显眼。 他吹着口哨，唱着一首我听过很多次的歌：

"Fifteen men on a dead man's chest... Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!" After the man rapped his heavy stick on the floor, my father appeared. Our guest seemed not to notice him at first, so busy was he at looking around our inn. "A handy cove," he said, "and convenient too. Been busy lately, have you?" No, my father answered, and that was the truth. Business had been slow. "Well, then," he said, "this fine place will do for me. Hey you there," he said to the man who pushed the barrow, "I'll want some help getting my chest upstairs. I'll stay down here a bit." He went on in a gruff tone. "I'm a plain man; bacon and eggs is what I want— and that view up there to watch for ships.

“十五个人坐在一个死人的胸膛上…… 嗬嗬嗬，再来一瓶朗姆酒！”那人用沉重的棍子敲了敲地板后，我父亲出现了。 我们的客人起初似乎没有注意到他，因为他在旅馆里忙得团团转。 “一个方便的小海湾，”他说，“也很方便。 你最近很忙吧？”“不，”父亲回答，这就是事实。 生意一直很清淡。“好吧，那么，”他说，“这个好地方适合我。 嘿，你好，”他对推手推车的人说，“我需要你帮我把我的箱子抬上楼。 我要在下面待一会儿。” 他粗暴地继续说下去。 “我是个朴素的人；我想要的是熏肉和鸡蛋——还有在那里看船的景色。

You'll call me Captain." He noticed my father's doubting look and threw down some gold coins, which he'd taken out of a small leather pouch. "You let me know," he said fiercely, "when I've worked through that! There's more where that came from!" Though he looked shabby and his manners were coarse, he seemed used to being obeyed. The man who carried his things told us that he had just come into port that morning and that he had asked for a quiet inn along the coast. That was all we could learn about our mysterious guest. He was a silent man who spent his days upon the cliffs looking through a shiny brass telescope out across the horizon. At night he would sit by the fire in our parlor. He would often not speak when spoken to and just as suddenly would blow his nose like a foghorn.

你就叫我船长吧。”他注意到我父亲疑惑的神情，便从一个小皮袋里掏出几枚金币扔了下去。 “你要告诉我，”他恶狠狠地说，“等我熬过去了！还有更多呢！”虽然他看起来衣衫褴褛，举止粗鲁，但他似乎习惯了别人的服从。 替他拿东西的那个人告诉我们，他那天早上刚进港，要在海边找一家安静的小旅馆。 这就是我们所能了解到的关于这位神秘客人的一切。 他是个沉默寡言的人，每天都站在悬崖上，通过一架闪亮的黄铜望远镜眺望地平线。 晚上，他会坐在客厅的火炉旁。 跟他说话的时候，他经常不说话，而且会突然像吹雾角一样擤鼻子。