5 A Pirate Feast

5. A PIRATE FEAST Mr. Jolley-Rogers had raided the Blackhole's freezer, and a table beside the barbecue was piled high with an array of seafood. He was gurgling grog through two long straws attached to his favorite bicorn hat while frantically flipping food on the grills. "Maybe ye could sing us a song, old fiddler. Do ye know any shanties 'bout grub?" he asked, popping his head out

5. 乔利-罗杰斯先生突袭了“黑洞”的冷冻室，烤架旁边的桌子上堆了一大堆海鲜。 他一边用绑在他最喜欢的双角兽帽上的两根长吸管汩汩地喝着酒，一边疯狂地在烤架上翻动食物。 “也许你可以给我们唱支歌，老小提琴手。 你知道有什么关于食物的小棚屋吗？”他探出头来问道

of the thick black barbecue smoke and lifting his goggles. The fiddler, who had been hunched over the rail in the corner of the deck, suddenly perked up and danced toward them, bursting into song. "Make no bones about it, it's a big old beast, that likes nothing more than a pirate FEAST. It can swallow whole ships in its whirlpool JAWS (though they say he's allergic to scarlet macaws)."

又黑又浓的烧烤烟和他举起的护目镜。 刚才在甲板一角的栏杆上弯着腰的小提琴手突然振作起来，向他们跳起舞来，唱了起来。 “毫无疑问，这是一头又大又老的野兽，它最喜欢海盗的盛宴。 它可以用它那漩涡状的大嘴吞下整艘船（不过据说它对猩红色金刚鹦鹉过敏）。”

"The monster must have a right big mouth," muttered Jim. "Even bigger than Nugget's." Nugget elbowed Jim in the ribs and scowled, which looked even more frightening than usual because her face was covered in smears of bloodlike ketchup. "Hopefully he'll eat you first!" she said. "And anyways, he might swallow the ship, but Squawk'll be safe, with the monster's allergy 'n' all." "Tentacle!" squawked Squawk from high up in the rigging. "Not quite the shanty I had in mind," said Jim's dad, gaping at the fiddler. "Fancy some grub, old man? A walrus

“怪物一定有一张大嘴巴，”吉姆喃喃地说。 “比纽金的还要大。” 金块用胳膊肘撞了一下吉姆的肋骨，皱起了眉头，看起来比平时更可怕，因为她的脸上沾满了血迹斑斑的番茄酱。 “希望他先吃了你！”她说。 “不管怎么说，他可能会吞下这艘船，但Squawk会安全的，因为它对怪物过敏。” “触手！”从索具的高处传来吱吱的叫声。 “这不是我心目中的小屋，”吉姆的爸爸说，目瞪口呆地看着小提琴手。 “想吃点东西吗，老头？” 海象

kebab? Battered tentacles? Some surf and turf, per'aps? The fish won't keep, and the rat was fresh from the bilges this mornin'!" "I will be fine! I don't need food! Unless I be REEEALLY in the mood..." answered the fiddler with a screech of his strings before skipping back to his resting place on the rail. "He doesn't eat much," whispered Jim's mom. "That's probably why he's so thin!" said Jim's dad, digging into a barnacle burger. "Sometimes you can hear his bones clacking together as he walks."

烤肉串?遭受重创的触手? 要不要来点冲浪和草皮？ 鱼放不住，今天早上刚从舱底捞上来的老鼠！”“我会没事的！”我不需要吃的！除非我真的很有心情……” 小提琴手用他的琴弦尖声回答，然后跳回他在栏杆上休息的地方。 “他吃得不多，”吉姆的妈妈低声说。 “这可能就是他这么瘦的原因吧！”吉姆的爸爸一边说，一边吃着藤壶汉堡。 “有时你能听到他走路时骨头碰撞的声音。”

"I don't trust him," said Grandpa. "He ain't eaten or drunk nothin' since we've been upon the scurvy sea." They looked at the fiddler, noticing how his bony limbs stuck out at strange angles and the way his eyes seemed too big for his face. "He's funny-shaped too," added Grandpa. "Mom, what's for dessert:" asked Nugget, sucking on the ketchup and fish skin that was stuck to her fingers.

“我不相信他，”爷爷说。 “自从我们在这肮脏的海上航行以来，他什么也没吃，什么也没喝。” 他们看着小提琴手，注意到他瘦骨嶙峋的四肢以奇怪的角度伸出来，他的眼睛似乎比他的脸大得多。 “他的身材也很滑稽，”爷爷补充说。 “妈妈，甜点是什么？”纳格特一边吮着粘在手指上的番茄酱和鱼皮，一边问。

"I think ye've had enough, kids. Ye'll be havin' nightmares if yer bellies are too full, especially with all this talk of monsters. It's time for bed, we've a long day ahead on the morrow." There were three loud groans. "But maybe if yer all ready for bed," Jim's mom continued, "Grandpa could tell yer some pirate tales for a little while, just until the sun drops below the ocean." There were three loud cheers. Jim, Matilda, and Nugget dashed to their cabins to get into their pajamas. But as Grandpa followed them down, a dark and mysterious shadow fell across the deck....

“我想你们已经喝够了，孩子们。 如果你的肚子太饱，你就不会做噩梦了，尤其是在谈论怪物的时候。 该睡觉了，明天还有很长的一天呢。” 有三声响亮的呻吟。 “但是如果你们都准备好睡觉了，”吉姆的妈妈继续说，“爷爷可以给你们讲一会儿海盗的故事，直到太阳落山。” 响起了三声响亮的欢呼声。 吉姆、玛蒂尔达和纳格特冲进他们的小屋，穿上睡衣。 但是当爷爷跟着他们下去的时候，一个神秘的黑影落在了甲板上....