16 Nugget's Beautiful Music

16. NUGGET'S BEAUTIFUL MUSIC Nugget felt surprisingly awake, con- sidering it was two o'clock in the morning. She eagerly lifted the fiddle to her chin. Even though she was a pirate, her parents rarely let her stay up this late, and her fiddle playing was

16. 纳格特的美妙音乐纳格特感到惊讶的清醒，考虑到这是凌晨两点。 她急切地把小提琴举到下巴边。 尽管她是个海盗，但她的父母很少让她这么晚不睡觉，她的小提琴演奏也是

definitely not encouraged by anyone but Grandpa. She would have a new audience tonight and was very excited. Nugget drew her bow across the strings. SCREEEEEEEEECH! sang her fiddle, searing through the darkness. All the rats in Dull-on-Sea stopped what they were doing and sat up on their haunches, whiskers twitching and noses sniffing the night air. Nugget's dad was with her, clutching tourist guide to Dull-on-Sea, complete with a map and points

除了爷爷，谁都不鼓励。 今晚她将有新的听众，她非常兴奋。 纳格特拉着她的弓穿过琴弦。 SCREEEEEEEEECH !她的小提琴唱着，在黑暗中燃烧。 无海村所有的老鼠都停下手头的活，蹲坐起来，胡须抽动着，鼻子嗅着夜晚的空气。 纽格特的爸爸和她在一起，手里拿着一本去滨海杜尔的旅游指南，里面有一张地图和一些景点

of interest. They were on the outskirts of town, and he had scribbled a route that would deliver them to the Pirate Piper's ship, the Black Death. "Follow me!" he cried, and they marched downhill toward the harbor. Nugget couldn't look backward while playing her fiddle, but she could hear the rats. Their paws scratched the pavement as they scurried through the darkness, entranced by her fiddle and squealing in excitement.

感兴趣的。他们在城郊，他潦草地写了一条路线，可以把他们送到海盗吹笛手的船——黑死病号上。 “跟我来！”他喊道，于是他们下山向港口走去。 纳格特拉小提琴时不能向后看，但她能听到老鼠的声音。 它们被她的小提琴迷住了，在黑暗中奔跑，爪子抓着人行道，兴奋地尖叫着。

They started off quietly, but as Nugget followed her dad through town, the rats became louder and louder, a riotous din that almost drowned out her music. Nugget came to a halt beside the Black Death. She hopped onto a barrel, wearily playing her fiddle to an audience of ten thousand rats. She raised her bow from the strings and stopped.

他们悄悄地出发了，但当纽格特跟着爸爸穿过小镇时，老鼠的声音越来越大，一种狂暴的喧闹声几乎盖过了她的音乐。 金块在黑死病旁边停了下来。 她跳上一个木桶，对着一万多只老鼠疲惫地拉着小提琴。 她把弓从弦上抬起来，停了下来。

"MUSIC!" Matilda hollered into her walkie-talkie, watching from her vantage point in the harbor office. Arthur Poppycock was fast asleep beside her and oblivious to the night's events. Matilda's dad, now parked on Seaview Terrace wearing his spy gear and a

“音乐!”玛蒂尔达从她在港口办公室的有利位置看着，对着她的对讲机大声喊道。 阿瑟·波比科克在她身边睡得很熟，对昨晚发生的事浑然不觉。 玛蒂尔达的爸爸，现在停在海景露台上穿着间谍装备，还带着

headlamp, pressed play on his control box. In an instant, the harbor was filled with Nugget's music, not directly from the strings of her fiddle but from an array of tiny, powerful speakers installed around Captain Horatio Rattus's cabin. The Pirate Piper sat up straight in his bunk, whacking his head on a beam. Fiddle music screeched in his ears. "What's that 'orrible noise?" He cursed, his eyes scouring the cabin for its source. "It sounds like a kraken pullin' the gizzards from a mermaid!" He fell from his bed, hands over his ears,

头灯，按下控制箱上的播放键。 顷刻之间，纽格特的音乐传遍了整个港口，不是直接来自她的小提琴，而是来自霍雷肖·拉图斯船长的船舱周围安装的一排小巧而强大的扬声器。 海盗吹笛手笔直地坐在他的铺位上，头撞在横梁上。 小提琴音乐在他耳边刺耳地响着。 “那‘可怕的声音’是什么？”他咒骂着，眼睛在船舱里搜寻着它的源头。 “听起来就像海妖在扯美人鱼的砂囊！”他从床上摔了下来，双手捂着耳朵，