1 Scurvy Sea Dogs

1. SCURVY SEA DOGS "We be needin' a day at the beach!" said Mr. Jolley-Rogers. He wasn't entirely sure why he said it. He just did. He'd been planning to tar the deadeyes, but he suddenly had the strangest urge to play in the sand. "I was thinkin' the same thing," said Mrs. Jolley-Rogers, who, moments earlier, had told Nugget that it wasn't sunny enough for a day at the beach. "AWESOME!" said Nugget, who

1. “我们需要在海滩上度过一天！”乔利-罗杰斯先生说。 他不太确定自己为什么要这么说。 他就是这么做的。他本来打算去找那些死人，但突然有一种最奇怪的冲动，想在沙滩上玩。 “我也是这么想的。”乔利-罗杰斯太太说。片刻之前，她还告诉纳格特，今天的阳光还不够，不适合在海滩上玩一天。 “太棒了！”纳格特说

was plucking maggots from an old lump of hardtack and making them into a living, wriggling necklace. It had been fun at first, but the maggots kept squirming free and falling down her dress. If they went to the beach, she could collect shells and seaweed and make a much less wriggly necklace. Nugget's big brother, Jim Lad, appeared from belowdecks. "Where we headin', Dad?"

从一堆旧硬面包上取出蛆虫，把它们做成一条活生生的、会扭动的项链。 一开始很有趣，但蛆虫不停地蠕动，爬到她的裙子上。 如果他们去海滩，她可以收集贝壳和海藻，做一条不那么扭曲的项链。 纳格特的哥哥吉姆·拉德从甲板下面出来了。 “我们去哪儿，爸爸？”

"This be lookin' like a good spot," said Mr. Jolley-Rogers. He noticed his finger was already pointing to the map. "HMMM, Hag's Head. I'll plot a course. Who wants to take the helm?" "ARRR!" shouted Nugget as she hopped onto a barrel. She grabbed the wheel with one hand while scratching her bottom with the other. Squawk, the parrot, flapped around her feet, feasting on the maggots that were raining onto the deck.

“这看起来是个好地方，”乔利-罗杰斯说。 他注意到他的手指已经指着地图了。 “嗯，巫婆的头。我来画一条路线。 谁想掌舵？”“啊！”纳格特跳上一个木桶，大叫一声。 她一只手抓着方向盘，另一只手抓着屁股。 鹦鹉“嘎嘎”在她的脚边拍打着翅膀，吃着像雨点一样落在甲板上的蛆。

Jim Lad scurried aloft with a telescope. His mom was already dropping the foresail. Dad flipped the lid of the ship's compass, tore open a bag of toffees, and hollered, "Northeast for Hag's Head!"

吉姆·拉德拿着望远镜急忙跑到楼上。 他妈妈已经放下了前帆。 爸爸掀开船上指南针的盖子，撕开一袋太妃糖，大声喊道：“东北方向的黑巫婆的头！”

"LAND AHOY!" yelled Jim Lad from the crow's nest a few hours later. It was a bit blustery aloft and had started to drizzle, and Jim's fingers were going numb as he hurriedly furled the topsail. Perfect beach weather, he thought as he slid down a rope to join the rest of his family on deck. "I'll be stayin' put," said Grandpa, creaking back and forth on his rocking chair with a frown and a large bottle of grog in his good hand. Grandpa rarely left the ship. He claimed never to have set foot

几个小时后，吉姆·拉德从瞭望台喊道：“哎呀！” 高空刮起了一阵大风，开始下起了毛毛雨，吉姆赶紧卷起上桅帆，手指都快麻了。 完美的海滩天气，他想，他滑下绳子，加入他的家人在甲板上。 “我就待在这儿，”爷爷说着，皱着眉头，手里拿着一大瓶烈酒，在摇椅上来回摇晃。 爷爷很少离开船。 他声称从未踏足过