作者：羅伯特·路易斯·史蒂文森 (Robert Louis Stevenson) [英國]
吉姆是一個十歲大的小男孩，吉姆的父母在黑山海灣旁經營一家旅館名為「本鮑上將」。有一天，旅館來了一位臉上帶著刀疤、身材高大結實、非常引人注目的客人，原來他就是比爾船長。吉姆非常喜歡聽比爾船長講故事，那些聽起來挺嚇人的經歷，像是罪犯被處以絞刑、海盜雙手被綁而且蒙眼走跳板、突如其來的海上大風暴、遍地骨骸的西班牙海盜巢穴等，每次都讓吉姆又愛又怕，也讓寧靜的小鎮增添了不少新鮮刺激的話題。沒多久，比爾船長因為飲酒過量加上受到驚嚇而死在旅館中，吉姆無意間發現比爾身上帶著的一張藏寶圖，那是海盜普林特船長所遺留下的，於是吉姆和一群人的金銀島尋寶的故事就此展開。
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第一章: 住在「本葆海軍上將」旅店的老船長
Squire Trelawney, Dr. Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars about Treasure Island, from the beginning to the end, keeping nothing back but the bearings of the island, and that only because there is still treasure not yet lifted, I take up my pen in the year of grace 17__ and go back to the time when my father kept the Admiral Benbow inn and the brown old seaman with the sabre cut first took up his lodging under our roof.
鄉紳特裡羅尼，利弗西醫生，還有其餘的那些先生們，早就要我從頭至尾、毫無保留地寫下有關寶島的全部詳情──只除掉它的方位，而那不過是至今那裡仍有未被取出的寶藏的緣故。我在公元一七××年提起了筆，思緒回到了當年我父親開「本葆海軍上將」旅店的時候，當時那個棕色皮膚、帶刀疤的老海員第一次到我們屋頂下來投宿。
I remember him as if it were yesterday, as he came plodding to the inn door, his sea-chest following behind him in a hand-barrow-a tall, strong, heavy, nut-brown man, his tarry pigtail falling over the shoulder of his soiled blue coat, his hands ragged and scarred, with black, broken nails, and the sabre cut across one cheek, a dirty, livid white. I remember him looking round the cover and whistling to himself as he did so, and then breaking out in that old sea-song that he sang so often afterwards:
我回想起他恍惚就在昨天，當他步履沉重地來到旅店門口時，他的航海用的大木箱擱在他身後的雙輪手推車上。這是個高大。強壯、魁梧、有著慄色皮膚的人，粘乎乎的辮子耷拉在髒兮兮的藍外套的肩部，粗糙的手上疤痕累累，指甲烏青而殘缺不全，一道骯髒的鉛灰色刀疤橫貫一側面頰。我記得他一面環顧著小海灣，一面逕自吹著口哨，接著嘴裡突然冒出了那支水手老調，日後他也經常地唱：
"Fifteen men on the dead man's chest -- Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"
十五個漢子扒上了死人胸──喲──嗬──嗬，再來郎姆酒一大瓶！
in the high, old tottering voice that seemed to have been tuned and broken at the capstan bars. Then he rapped on the door with a bit of stick like a handspike that he carried, and when my father appeared, called roughly for a glass of rum. This, when it was brought to him, he drank slowly, like a connoisseur, lingering on the taste and still looking about him at the cliffs and up at our signboard.
那高亢、蒼老、顫動的嗓音仿佛匯入了絞盤機起錨時眾人合唱出的破調門。接著，他用一根自帶的像鐵頭手杖似的木棍子重重地敲門。當我父親出來後，他又粗聲大氣地要來杯郎姆酒。酒送到後，他慢慢地啜飲，像個鑑定家似的，一面細細地品味，一面還繼續打量著四周的峭壁，抬頭審視我們的招牌。
"This is a handy cove," says he at length; "and a pleasant sittyated grog-shop. Much company, mate?"
「這是個挺便利的小海灣，」最後他說，「而且酒店的位置也很討人喜歡。客人多嗎，夥計？」
My father told him no, very little company, the more was the pity.
我父親告訴他不多，客人非常少，實在遺憾。
"Well, then," said he, "this is the berth for me. Here you, matey," he cried to the man who trundled the barrow; "bring up alongside and help up my chest. I'll stay here a bit," he continued. "I'm a plain man; rum and bacon and eggs is what I want, and that head up there for to watch ships off. What you mought call me? You mought call me captain. Oh, I see what you're at -- there"; and he threw down three or four gold pieces on the threshold. "You can tell me when I've worked through that," says he, looking as fierce as a commander.
「那麼好吧，」他說，「這是給我預備的好住處。過來，夥計，」他衝著推手推車的人喊道，「把車子靠邊兒，幫我卸下箱子，我要在這兒住上一小段兒。」接著他又說，「我是個簡樸的人，有郎姆酒、鹹肉和雞蛋就成，這就可以對著海灣看船下海了。你們該怎麼稱呼我？你們可以叫我船長。噢，我懂你的意思──瞧這兒！」說著他把三四枚金幣拋在了門檻上，「用光的時候告訴我。」他說，神情嚴厲得像個司令官。
And indeed bad as his clothes were and coarsely as he spoke, he had none of the appearance of a man who sailed before the mast, but seemed like a mate or skipper accustomed to be obeyed or to strike. The man who came with the barrow told us the mail had set him down the morning before at the Royal George, that he had inquired what inns there were along the coast, and hearing ours well spoken of, I suppose, and described as lonely, had chosen it from the others for his place of residence. And that was all we could learn of our guest.
說真的，雖然他破衣爛衫，言語粗魯，風度卻一點兒也不像個在桅杆前幹活的水手，倒像個慣於發號施令的大副或船長。那個推手推車的人告訴我們，他是那天早晨被郵車送到「喬治王」旅店門前的，在那兒，他打聽了沿岸的小旅店。我猜想他是聽說了我們這裡不錯，被描繪得挺僻靜，於是由於它所處的位置而挑中了它。關於我們這位房客，我們就知道這麼多了。
He was a very silent man by custom. All day he hung round the cove or upon the cliffs with a brass telescope; all evening he sat in a corner of the parlour next the fire and drank rum and water very strong. Mostly he would not speak when spoken to, only look up sudden and fierce and blow through his nose like a fog-horn; and we and the people who came about our house soon learned to let him be. Every day when he came back from his stroll he would ask if any seafaring men had gone by along the road. At first we thought it was the want of company of his own kind that made him ask this question, but at last we began to see he was desirous to avoid them. When a seaman did put up at the Admiral Benbow (as now and then some did, making by the coast road for Bristol) he would look in at him through the curtained door before he entered the parlour; and he was always sure to be as silent as a mouse when any such was present. For me, at least, there was no secret about the matter, for I was, in a way, a sharer in his alarms. He had taken me aside one day and promised me a silver fourpenny on the first of every month if I would only keep my "weather-eye open for a seafaring man with one leg" and let him know the moment he appeared. Often enough when the first of the month came round and I applied to him for my wage, he would only blow through his nose at me and stare me down, but before the week was out he was sure to think better of it, bring me my four-penny piece, and repeat his orders to look out for "the seafaring man with one leg."
照常說他是個挺沉默的人。他整天帶著架黃銅望遠鏡在小海灣一帶轉悠，要不就在峭壁上遊蕩；整晚坐在客房火爐旁的角落裡，拼命地灌郎姆酒和水。大多數時候，別人和他說話他都不予理睬，只是猛然抬頭瞪人一眼，像吹霧角②似的哼一下鼻子。我們和到我們這裡來的人們很快便學會讓他自取其便了。每天，當他巡遊回來的時候，他都會問是否有什麼船員路過。起初我們以為他問這個問題是尋找夥伴，後來我們才開始明白他是想避開他們。每當一個船員到「本葆海軍上將」旅店來投宿（時不時地有一些人來，要沿海邊大道去布里斯托），他在進餐廳之前總會透過門帘窺探一番，一旦有一個這樣的人在裡面，他必定會像只耗子似的不聲不響。這事對我來說至少已不是什麼秘密了，因為，從某種意義上說，我得算他這種戒備心理的分擔者。有一天他曾把我拉到一邊，並且答應我，只要我幫他「留神一個獨腿水手」，並且一旦那個人出現就向他通風報信，這樣每月月初他就付給我一枚四便士銀幣。有好多回，當月初到來，我向他申請報酬的時候，他便會對我嗤之以鼻，還瞪得我低下了頭；但是不等一周過完，他肯定好好考慮考慮，給我那四便士，同時重申他那個要我監視「獨腿水手」的命令。
How that personage haunted my dreams, I need scarcely tell you. On stormy nights, when the wind shook the four corners of the house and the surf roared along the cove and up the cliffs, I would see him in a thousand forms, and with a thousand diabolical expressions. Now the leg would be cut off at the knee, now at the hip; now he was a monstrous kind of a creature who had never had but the one leg, and that in the middle of his body. To see him leap and run and pursue me over hedge and ditch was the worst of nightmares. And altogether I paid pretty dear for my monthly fourpenny piece, in the shape of these abominable fancies.
那個人物怎樣攪得我不得安眠，那是不必多說了。在暴風雨的夜晚，當大風撼動著房子的四角，碎浪咆哮著衝過海岸、躍上懸崖，我就會在一千種形象、一千種邪惡的表情中看到他。一會兒是腿被齊膝砍斷，一會兒是齊臀部；一會兒他又是個什麼都沒有，只有一條長在身體中央的腿的奇形怪狀的傢伙。看他單腿跑跳著追趕我，越過籬笆和水溝，是最壞的惡夢了。總之，為了我那每月的四便士，這些想像出來的形狀令我付出了相當昂貴的代價。
But though I was so terrified by the idea of the seafaring man with one leg, I was far less afraid of the captain himself than anybody else who knew him. There were nights when he took a deal more rum and water than his head would carry; and then he would sometimes sit and sing his wicked, old, wild sea-songs, minding nobody; but sometimes he would call for glasses round and force all the trembling company to listen to his stories or bear a chorus to his singing. Often I have heard the house shaking with "Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum," all the neighbours joining in for dear life, with the fear of death upon them, and each singing louder than the other to avoid remark. For in these fits he was the most overriding companion ever known; he would slap his hand on the table for silence all round; he would fly up in a passion of anger at a question, or sometimes because none was put, and so he judged the company was not following his story. Nor would he allow anyone to leave the inn till he had drunk himself sleepy and reeled off to bed.
不過，儘管我一想到那個獨腿的海員就那麼恐懼，但還遠遠比不上其他認識船長的人對他本人怕得厲害。有些晚上，在他喝了他的腦袋支撐不住的過量的郎姆酒和水後，有時他就會坐下來唱他那些個邪惡、古老、粗野的水手歌曲，旁若無人；但有時他會嚷著輪流乾杯，還逼著所有戰戰兢兢的房客們聽他講故事，或者和他一起合唱。我常常聽見房子和「喲—嗬—嗬，再來郎姆酒一大瓶」的歌聲一起顫動；鄰居們全都為了寶貴的性命、懷著對死亡的恐懼加入到這歌聲裡來，而且一個比一個唱得響亮，生怕引起他的注意。因為在這些他發作起來的場合下，他就成了個最肆無忌憚的人。他會用手拍著桌子要全體肅靜；他會勃然大怒，暴跳如雷，有時是因為一個問題，有時則是因為沒人提問題，於是他斷定大家沒好好聽他的故事。在他喝得醉醺醺的、搖搖晃晃地上床之前，他不準任何一個人離開這個旅店。
His stories were what frightened people worst of all. Dreadful stories they were-about hanging, and walking the plank, and storms at sea, and the Dry Tortugas, and wild deeds and places on the Spanish Main. By his own account he must have lived his life among some of the wickedest men that God ever allowed upon the sea, and the language in which he told these stories shocked our plain country people almost as much as the crimes that he described. My father was always saying the inn would be ruined, for people would soon cease coming there to be tyrannized over and put down, and sent shivering to their beds; but I really believe his presence did us good. People were frightened at the time, but on looking back they rather liked it; it was a fine excitement in a quiet country life, and there was even a party of the younger men who pretended to admire him, calling him a "true sea-dog" and a "real old salt" and such like names, and saying there was the sort of man that made England terrible at sea.
他的故事嚇壞了所有的人。那些可怕的故事淨是關於絞刑。走木板③、海上風暴和幹託吐加群島以及拉丁美洲大陸的蠻荒地區和野蠻風俗的。照他的說法，他一定是活在被上帝放逐到海上的一些最邪惡的人們中間的。他講這些故事所用的語言，就像他所描述的那些罪惡一樣，大大震動了我們淳樸的村民。我的父親總說這小旅店會被毀掉的，因為人們不堪忍受暴虐、壓制以及戰戰兢兢上床的滋味，他們很快將不復光顧這裡。但是我倒確信他的存在對我們有好處。人們當時是受了驚嚇，可回過頭來看，他們相當喜歡這樣。在安靜的鄉村生活中，這是很好的興奮劑。這裡甚至有一群年輕人聲稱崇拜他，稱他是「貨真價實的船員」、「真正的老水手」，以及諸如此類的稱呼，還說正是因為有他這樣的人，英格蘭才稱雄海上。
In one way, indeed, he bade fair to ruin us, for he kept on staying week after week, and at last month after month, so that all the money had been long exhausted, and still my father never plucked up the heart to insist on having more. If ever he mentioned it, the captain blew through his nose so loudly that you might say he roared, and stared my poor father out of the room. I have seen him wringing his hands after such a rebuff, and I am sure the annoyance and the terror he lived in must have greatly hastened his early and unhappy death.
從某方面講，說真的，他很有可能毀掉我們；因為他一周復一周，最後一月接一月地住下來，以致於他付的那些錢已經全部用光了，而我的父親從不敢壯起膽子堅持要他加錢。如果一旦對他提及錢的事，船長就會用可以說是咆哮的那麼大的聲音哼他的鼻子，並且直瞪得我可憐的父親倒著退出房門。我曾看到父親在經歷了這樣的一次奚落後絞著雙手，我相信一定是這種煩惱和恐懼大大加速了他不幸的早逝。
All the time he lived with us the captain made no change whatever in his dress but to buy some stockings from a hawker. One of the cocks of his hat having fallen down, he let it hang from that day forth, though it was a great annoyance when it blew. I remember the appearance of his coat, which he patched himself upstairs in his room, and which, before the end, was nothing but patches. He never wrote or received a letter, and he never spoke with any but the neighbours, and with these, for the most part, only when drunk on rum. The great sea-chest none of us had ever seen open.
在船長和我們住在一起的全部時間裡，除了從一個貨郎那裡買些襪子外，他的穿著絲毫未變。他的三角帽的一角耷拉下來了，自那時起，他就讓它那麼耷拉著，儘管這給他帶來了極大的不便。我記得他外套的樣子，就是他躲在樓上屋子裡自己打補丁的那件，到後來，那件衣服上就滿是補丁了。他從未寫、也從未接到過一封信，他也從不和鄰居以外的任何人說話，即使和他們交談，也大多是在喝酒的時候。那個航海用的大木箱，我們誰也沒見他打開過。
He was only once crossed, and that was towards the end, when my poor father was far gone in a decline that took him off. Dr. Livesey came late one afternoon to see the patient, took a bit of dinner from my mother, and went into the parlour to smoke a pipe until his horse should come down from the hamlet, for we had no stabling at the old Benbow. I followed him in, and I remember observing the contrast the neat, bright doctor, with his powder as white as snow and his bright, black eyes and pleasant manners, made with the coltish country folk, and above all, with that filthy, heavy, bleared scarecrow of a pirate of ours, sitting, far gone in rum, with his arms on the table. Suddenly he-the captain, that is-began to pipe up his eternal song:
他只碰了一次釘子，那是事情接近尾聲的時候，那時我可憐的父親的病情正每況愈下。利弗西醫生在一個傍晚來看望病人，用了點我母親準備的晚餐後走進了客廳，想袖口煙，等人把他的馬從小村子裡牽過來，因為我們的老「本葆海軍上將」旅店沒有馬廄。我跟著他走進了客廳，我記得我看到這位乾淨利整的醫生，發套上搽著雪白的發粉，他的明亮的黑眼睛和翩翩的風度，同那些輕佻的鄉下人，特別是同那個猥褻、笨拙、醉眼惺忪的我們心目中的海盜，形成了鮮明的對照。他正喝得爛醉，胳膊擱在桌子上。突然，他──也就是船長──開始唱起了他常唱的那個歌兒：
"Fifteen men on the dead man's chest -- Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil had done for the rest -- Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"
十五個漢子扒上了死人胸──喲──嗬──嗬，再來郎姆酒一大瓶！酗酒和惡魔使其餘的人都喪了命──喲──嗬──嗬，再來他郎姆酒一大瓶！
At first I had supposed "the dead man's chest" to be that identical big box of his upstairs in the front room, and the thought had been mingled in my nightmares with that of the one-legged seafaring man. But by this time we had all long ceased to pay any particular notice to the song; it was new, that night, to nobody but Dr. Livesey, and on him I observed it did not produce an agreeable effect, for he looked up for a moment quite angrily before he went on with his talk to old Taylor, the gardener, on a new cure for the rheumatics. In the meantime, the captain gradually brightened up at his own music, and at last flapped his hand upon the table before him in a way we all knew to mean silence. The voices stopped at once, all but Dr. Livesey's; he went on as before speaking clear and kind and drawing briskly at his pipe between every word or two. The captain glared at him for a while, flapped his hand again, glared still harder, and at last broke out with a villainous, low oath, "Silence, there, between decks!"
起初，我把「死人胸」想成同一概念的他樓上前屋裡的那隻大箱子，而這想法又和我惡夢中的獨腿水手攪和到了一塊兒。但是，到了這會兒，我們對這支歌都不怎麼特別在意了，這個晚上，它只對醫生來說是新鮮的，而我察覺到，就是醫生，對它也毫無讚賞的表示，因為在他同花匠老泰勒談話的過程中，他很憤怒地抬頭望了一下，接著就又談論起關於治療風溼病的新藥方來。同時，船長逐漸被自己的歌鼓動起情緒來，最後他玩起了我們都知道的那一套，用手拍面前的桌子──安靜。聲音立刻平息下去，只有利弗西醫生一如既往地講著，聲音清晰悅耳，在每一句話間還輕鬆地抽一口菸斗。船長盯著他瞅了一會兒，又拍了一遍桌子，更為嚴厲地瞪著他，最後用惡狠狠、低沉的聲音咒罵起來：「安靜，上下甲板都給我安靜！」
"Were you addressing me, sir?" says the doctor; and when the ruffian had told him, with another oath, that this was so, "I have only one thing to say to you, sir," replies the doctor, "that if you keep on drinking rum, the world will soon be quit of a very dirty scoundrel!"
「你是在關照我嗎，先生？」醫生說道，而當那個惡漢用另外一聲詛咒告訴他是這樣時，「我只對你說一件事，先生，」醫生回答說，「這就是，如果你繼續酗酒的話，這世上很快將減少一個骯髒無比的惡棍！」
The old fellow's fury was awful. He sprang to his feet, drew and opened a sailor's clasp-knife, and balancing it open on the palm of his hand, threatened to pin the doctor to the wall.
這個老傢伙的暴怒是可怕的。他跳了起來，拔出並打開了一把水手用的摺疊式小刀，攤開在他的手掌上，好像是恐嚇醫生，要把他扎到牆上去。
The doctor never so much as moved. He spoke to him as before, over his shoulder and in the same tone of voice, rather high, so that all the room might hear, but perfectly calm and steady: "If you do not put that knife this instant in your pocket, I promise, upon my honour, you shall hang at the next assizes."
醫生巋然不動。他轉過頭來，用和剛才一樣的聲調侃侃而談，聲音略微高些，以使全屋的人都能聽見，口氣卻相當平靜而嚴肅：「如果你不立刻將刀子送回你的口袋，我以我的名譽發誓，你將在下一次的巡迴審判中被絞死。」
Then followed a battle of looks between them, but the captain soon knuckled under, put up his weapon, and resumed his seat, grumbling like a beaten dog.
接著，在他們之間展開了一場目光的對峙戰。但是船長很快便屈服了，放下了他的武器，退回到座位上，像只挨了打的狗似地咕噥著。
"And now, sir," continued the doctor, "since I now know there's such a fellow in my district, you may count I'll have an eye upon you day and night. I'm not a doctor only; I'm a magistrate; and if I catch a breath of complaint against you, if it's only for a piece of incivility like tonight's, I'll take effectual means to have you hunted down and routed out of this. Let that suffice."
「現在，你聽著，先生，」醫生繼續說道，「既然現在我知道在我的轄區內有這麼個人物，你將考慮我會時時刻刻都用一隻眼睛盯著你。我不僅僅是個醫生，我還是一名地方法官，如果我聽到一句對你的控告，哪怕只是像今晚這樣的一次無禮，我都將為此而採取有效措施，追捕並找出你。我想話說到這兒已經足夠了。」
Soon after, Dr. Livesey's horse came to the door and he rode away, but the captain held his peace that evening, and for many evenings to come.
不久，利弗西醫生的馬便被牽到了門前，他就上馬離開了。但是那天整個晚上船長都保持沉默，並且後來許多晚上也是這樣。