Chapter 9

9 Puffed and Stuffed The misty morning came with the swift realisation that puffins and biscuits are a dangerous mix. Mr Hibberdee's face was a picture. 'They've eaten them all! 'he said furiously. He plodded back and forth,tossing empty and torn biscuit packets in the air. Stick collected them up, catching them mid-flight like they were snowflakes on his tongue.

雾蒙蒙的早晨来了，我很快意识到海鹦和饼干是一种危险的组合。 希伯狄先生的脸是一幅图画。 “它们把它们全吃了！”他愤怒地说。 他来回踱步，把空的和撕烂的饼干袋抛向空中。 棍子把它们收集起来，在飞行途中接住它们，就像舌头上的雪花一样。

Nan covered her mouth with her hand to stop herself laughing. All the full crates had been pecked open, meaning Mr Hibberdee's sea-faring efforts had been for nothing. And as for Mrs Buffin and the puffins, they were flat out on their backs, fast asleep, their bellies swollen from all the biscuits. They looked very pleased with themselves. Aren't there any left?' asked Rosa. 'Not even a crumb,' said Mr Hibberdee. He collapsed on to his bottom and looked out forlornly over the ocean. I'll have to buy another boat,' he said. 'Then I'll have to go back and buy some more!' Rosa patted him on the back as tears

南用手捂住嘴，不让自己笑出声来。 所有装满货物的箱子都被啄开了，这意味着希伯迪先生在海上的努力付诸东流。 至于布芬太太和海鹦们，他们正仰面朝天地睡得很香，肚子因为吃了那么多饼干而肿了起来。 他们看上去对自己很满意。 没有了吗？罗莎问。 “一点面包屑也没有，”希伯狄先生说。 他瘫倒在地，绝望地望着大海。 “我得再买一条船，”他说。 “那我就得回去再买一些！”罗莎拍了拍他的背

welled in his sad eyes. I'm not sure it's worth it,' she said, clmly. 'There must be other ways. Other exciting new treats?' 'There are none,' said the bear. Grandma Nan picked up her things and walked up to the top of the island. Wind whipped over her head, lifting the sea into little white peaks and driving a thin mist across the island. It wasn't ideal conditions for sailing a raft, but they were low on drinking water and, worst of all, a bank of darker clouds hung on the horizon. She walked back to Rosa, passing the puffins on the way. In between snores, Mrs Buffin burped louder than you'd imagine a little seabird could ever burp.

从他悲伤的眼睛里涌出。“我不确定这是否值得，”她平静地说。 “一定还有别的办法。 还有其他令人兴奋的新美食吗？“没有，”熊说。 奶奶拿起她的东西，走到岛的顶端。 风从她头上呼啸而过，把海面掀起一个个白色的小山峰，在岛上掀起一层薄雾。 当时的条件并不适合乘木筏航行，但他们的饮用水不足，最糟糕的是，地平线上乌云密布。 她向罗莎走去，途中经过了海雀。 在打呼噜的间隙，布芬太太打嗝的声音比你想象中的小海鸟打嗝的声音还要大。

'We should get ready to sail,' said Nan. 'I think we may only have a short time before a storm rolls in. The wind will help us reach the bay. 'The sooner the better!' said Mr Hibberdee, still in a grump. He cast an angry glance at the puffed-up puffins who barely stirred-and collected his things.

“我们应该准备出航，”南说。 “我想暴风雨来袭之前我们可能只有很短的时间了。 风会帮助我们到达海湾。 “越快越好！”希伯狄先生说，仍然在发着脾气。 他愤怒地瞥了一眼那些几乎不动的高傲的海雀——然后收拾了他的东西。

Without biscuits to carry, all he had was his emergency pack and his raincoat and hat. They crossed the island back to the raft and checked it was still in good shape. 'Tighten all the ropes,' said Nan, tapping each plank to test it for movement. 'We'll need the raft to be proper shipshape!' Mr Hibberdee fiddled with knots while Rosa set to work tugging ropes and kicking the floats underneath to check they hadn't filled with water. Even Stick got involved,biting into ropes and pulling them. Nothing moved. The Sea Squirt was shipshape all right.

没有饼干要带，他只有应急包、雨衣和帽子。 他们穿过小岛回到木筏上，检查木筏是否完好无损。 “把所有的绳子都拉紧，”南说，敲打着每一块木板，测试它的移动情况。 “我们得把木筏弄得整整齐齐！”希伯迪先生摆弄着绳结，罗莎则开始拉绳子，踢下面的浮标，看看它们有没有装满水。 就连棍子也参与进来，咬绳子，拉绳子。 没有感动。海鞘号的船身完好无损。