11 Aboard the Ghostly Galleon

Chapter 11. ABOARD THE GHOSTLY GALLEON Jim Lad steered the rowboat against the far side of the Black Rat, cautiously pulling up against her timbers as she bobbed and creaked and tugged at her anchor.

第十一章。在幽灵般的大帆船上吉姆·拉德驾驶着划艇向“黑鼠号”的远侧划去，小心翼翼地靠在船身上，船在上下浮动，吱吱作响，使劲拉着锚。

The ship was solid, but Jim noticed it had a strange shimmer around it. He reached out and touched the hull. It felt real enough. "Stand back, Tilly," he warned as he took the grappling hook from his leather bag. In one smooth motion, he hurled the hook upward through the fog. There was a wood-splitting clunk as it caught hold of the Black Rat's rail. "I'll go first, Tilly, then you follow me up. Bones, you stay 'ere and guard the boat. If ye hear anythin' or see any of them ghosts, you bark good and loud."

船是坚固的，但吉姆注意到它周围有一种奇怪的闪光。 他伸手摸了摸船壳。 感觉很真实。“后退，蒂莉。”他一边警告，一边从皮包里拿出抓钩。 他一举将钩子从雾中抛了出去。 它抓住了黑鼠的栏杆，发出劈开木头的撞击声。 “我先走，蒂莉，然后你跟着我。 骨头，你留在这儿守着船。 如果你听到什么，或者看到鬼，你就叫得又好又响。”

"Yip!" barked Bones quietly. Matilda tried to look confident, but her hands were trembling. As Jim shuffledup the knotted rope, she grabbed hold of it behind him. Pretty quickly, Matilda decided that she didn't like climbing ropes. Her arms were on fire and the coarse rope hurt her hands. On top of that, the ship was covered in limpets, barnacles, and slimy seaweed, which were making a real mess of her tights. Jim, already at the top, whispered encouragement over the rail. Finally, with her palms as red as beets and seaweed sticking to her knees, she

“喂！”骨头轻声叫道。 玛蒂尔达竭力装出自信的样子，但她的手却在颤抖。 吉姆拖着打结的绳子，她在他身后抓住了它。 很快，玛蒂尔达决定她不喜欢爬绳子。 她的胳膊着火了，粗绳子弄伤了她的手。 除此之外，船上还爬满了帽贝、藤壶和黏糊糊的海藻，把她的紧身衣弄得一团糟。 吉姆已经到了山顶，隔着栏杆低声鼓励。 最后，她的手掌像甜菜和海藻一样红，粘在膝盖上

dragged herself over the rail and onto the deck. Jim was hitching up a block and tackle. "To lower the booty into our boat," he said. But they had to find the booty first.... Matilda gazed into the eerie stillness. In the moonlight, the rigging cast long, dark shadows across the deck. Masts and yards towered above them, hastily furled sails flapped in the breeze, just visible through the fog, while ropes and chains clattered against one another. "Where do we start?" she whispered. "We'll try the cargo hold first," Jim replied.

拖着自己越过栏杆，爬上甲板。 吉姆正在把滑车和滑车拴起来。 “把战利品放到我们的船上，”他说。 但他们必须先找到战利品.... 玛蒂尔达凝视着可怕的寂静。 月光下，索具在甲板上投下长长的黑影。 桅杆和帆桁高耸在他们上方，匆忙卷起的帆在微风中飘动，在雾中隐约可见，绳索和铁链相互碰撞。 “我们从哪里开始？”她低声说。 “我们先去货舱试试，”吉姆回答。

He crept over to the center of the deck and peered through the gratings, his eyes taking a few seconds to adjust to the dark. There in the hold were all the treasures of the Dull-on-Sea Museum, piled high directly below. "Like catchin' fish in a barrel," he said excitedly. Matilda and Jim pulled back the grate, and Jim swung down on a pulley. He spotted a large wooden bucket, secured it

他蹑手蹑脚地走到甲板中央，透过格栅向外窥视，他的眼睛花了几秒钟才适应了黑暗。 货舱里放着滨海钝海博物馆的全部珍宝，都高高堆在下面。 “就像在桶里抓鱼一样，”他兴奋地说。 玛蒂尔达和吉姆把栅栏拉开，吉姆坐着滑轮荡了下来。 他发现了一个大木桶，把它固定住

to the pulley, and then started loading it with booty. "Hoist away, Tilly!" Matilda found it surprisingly easy to raise the bucket, even with the weight of all the treasure. Once she had emptied it out she lowered the rope for Jim to fill up again. And again. And again. And again... Before long, Jim and Matilda were both on deck, admiring their handiwork— a great pile of treasure that would shortly be returned to the museum.

到滑轮上，然后开始装战利品。 “提呀，蒂莉！”玛蒂尔达惊讶地发现，即使把所有的财宝都装在桶里，提起水桶也很容易。 她一倒完水，就放下绳子让吉姆再把水装满。 一次又一次。一次又一次。一次又一次…… 不久，吉姆和玛蒂尔达都在甲板上，欣赏着他们的手工作品——这是一大堆不久将被送回博物馆的宝藏。