暗黑小说

PART I The Old Buccaneer（第1页）

chapter1theoldsea-dogatthe"admiralbenbow"

quiretrelawney，dr。livesey，andtherestofthesegentlemenhavingaskedmetowritedownthewholeparticularsabouttreasureisland，fromthebeginningtotheend，keepingnothingbackbutthebearingsoftheisland，andthatonlybecausethereisstilltreasurenotyetlifted，itakeupmypenintheyearofgrace17__andgobacktothetimewhenmyfatherkepttheadmiralbenbowinnandthebrownoldseamanwiththesabrecutfirsttookuphislodgingunderourroof。

irememberhimasifitwereyesterday，ashecameploddingtotheinndoor，hissea-chestfollowingbehindhiminahand-barrow—atall，strong，heavy，nut-brownman，histarrypigtailfallingovertheshoulderofhissoiledb露ecoat，edandscarred，withblack，brokennails，andthesabrecutacrossonecheek，adirty，lividwhite。irememberhimlookingroundthecoverandwhistlingtohimselfashedidso，andthenbreakingoutinthatoldsea-songthathesangsooftenafterwards:

"fifteenmenonthedeadmanschest—

yo-ho-ho，andabottleofrum!"

inthehigh，oldtotteringvoicethatseemedtohavebeentunedandbrokenatthecapstanbars。thenherappedonthedoorwithabitofsticklikeahandspikethathecarried，andwhenmyfatherappeared，calledroughlyforaglassofruthis，whenitwasbroughttohim，hedrankslowly，likeaconnoisseur，lingeringonthetasteandstilllookingabouthimatthecliffsandupatoursignboard。

"thisisahandycove，"saysheatlength;"andapleasantsittyatedgrog-shop。muchpany，mate?"

myfathertoldhimno，verylittlepany，therewasthepity。

"well，then，"saidhe，"thisistheberthforme。hereyou，matey，"hecriedtothemanwhotrundledthebarrow;"bringupalongsideandhelpupmychest。illstayhereabit，"hecontinued。"imaplainman;siswhatiwant，andthatheaduptherefortowatchshipsoff。whatyouughtcallme?youughtcallmecaptain。oh，iseewhatyoureat—there";andhethrewdownthreeorfourgoldpiecesonthethreshold。"youcantellmewheniveworkedthroughthat，"sayshe，lookingasfierceasamander。

andindeedbadashisclotheswereandcoarselyashespoke，hehadnoneoftheappearanceofamanwhosailedbeforethemast，ustomedtobeobeyedortostrike。themanwhocamewiththebarrowtoldusthemailhadsethimdowntherningbeforeattheroyalgeorge，thathehadinquiredwhatinnstherewerealongthecoast，andhearingourswellspokenof，isuppose，anddescribedaslonely，hadchosenitfromtheothersforhisplaceofresidence。andthatwasallwecouldlearnofourguest。

hewasaverysilentmanbycustoalldayhe混groundthecoveoruponthecliffswithabrasstelescope;alleveninghesatinacorneroftheparlournextthefireanddrankrumandwaterverystrong。stlyhewouldnotspeakwhenspokento，onlylookupsuddenandfierceandblowthroughhisnoselikeafog-horn;andweandthepeoplewhocameaboutourhousesoonlearnedtolethimbe。everydaywhenhecamebackfromhisstrollhewouldaskifanyseafaringmenhadgonebyalongtheroad。atfirstwethoughtitwasthewantofpanyofhisownkindthatmadehimaskthisquestion，butatlastwebegantoseehewasdesiroustoavoidthewhenaseamandidputupattheadmiralbenbow（asnowandthensomedid，makingbythecoastroadforbristol）hewouldlookinathimthroughthecurtaineddoorbeforeheenteredtheparlour;andhewasalwayssuretobeassilentasausewhenanysuchwaspresent。forme，atleast，therewasnosecretaboutthematter，foriwas，inaway，asharerinhisalarms。hehadtakenmeasideonedayandpromisedmeasilverfourpennyonthefirstofeverynthifiwouldonlykeepmy"weathereyeopenforaseafaringmanwithoneleg"andlethimknowthementheappeared。oftenenoughwhenthefirstofthenthcameroundandiappliedtohimformywage，hewouldonlyblowthroughhisnoseatmeandstaremedown，butbeforetheweekwasouthewassuretothinkbetterofit，bringmemyfourpennypiece，andrepeathisorderstolookoutfor"theseafaringmanwithoneleg。"

howthatpersonagehauntedmydreams，ineedscarcelytellyou。onstormynights，whenthewindshookthefourcornersofthehouseandthesurfroaredalongthecoveandupthecliffs，iwouldseehiminathousandforms，andwithathousanddiabolicalexpressions。nowthelegwouldbecutoffattheknee，nowatthehip;nowhewasanstrouskindofacreaturewhohadneverhadbuttheoneleg，andthatinthemiddleofhisbody。toseehimleapandrunandpursuemeoverhedgeandditchwastheworstofnightmares。andaltogetheripaidprettydearformynthlyfourpennypiece，intheshapeoftheseabominablefancies。

butthoughiwassoterrifiedbytheideaoftheseafaringmanwithoneleg，iwasfarlessafraidofthecaptainhimselfthananybodyelsewhoknewhitherewerenightswhenhetookadealrerumandwaterthanhisheadwouldcarry;andthenhewouldsometimessitandsinghiswicked，old，wildseasongs，mindingnobody;butsometimeshewouldcallforglassesroundandforceallthetremblingpanytolistentohisstoriesorbearachorustohissinging。oftenihaveheardthehouseshakingwith"yo-ho-ho，andabottleofrum，"alltheneighboursjoininginfordearlife，withthefearofdeathuponthem，andeachsinginglouderthantheothertoavoidremark。forinthesefitshewasthestoverridingpanioneverknown;hewouldslaphishandonthetableforsilenceallround;hewouldfl玉pinapassionofangerataquestion，orsometimesbecausenonewasput，andsohejudgedthepanywasnotfollowinghisstory。norwouldheallowanyooleavetheinntillhehaddrunkhimselfsleepyandreeledofftobed。

hisstorieswerewhatfrightenedpeopleworstofall。dreadfulstoriestheywere—abouthanging，andwalkingtheplank，andstormsatsea，andthedrytortugas，andwilddeedsandplacesonthespanishmain。ounthemusthavelivedhislifeangsomeofthewickedestmenthatgodeveralloweduponthesea，andthelanguageinwhichhetoldthesestoriesshockedourplaincountrypeoplealstasmuchasthecrimesthathedescribed。myfatherwasalwayssayingtheinnwouldberuined，forpeoplewouldsoonceaseingtheretobetyrannizedoverandputdown，andsentshiveringtotheirbeds;butireallybelievehispresencedidusgood。peoplewerefrightenedatthetime，butonlookingbacktheyratherlikedit;itwasafineexcitementinaquietcountrylife，andtherewasevenapartyoftheyoungermenwhopretendedtoadmirehim，callinghima"truesea-dog"anda"realoldsalt"andsuchlikenames，andsayingtherewasthesortofmanthatmadeenglandterribleatsea。

inoneway，indeed，hebadefairtoruinus，forhekeptonstayingweekafterweek，andatlastnthafternth，sothatalltheneyhadbeenlongexhausted，andstillmyfatherneverp露ckedupthehearttoinsistonhavingre。ifeverhementionedit，thecaptainblewthroughhisnosesoloudlythatyoumightsayheroared，andstaredmypoorfatheroutoftherooihaveseenhimwringinghishandsaftersucharebuff，andiamsuretheannoyanceandtheterrorhelivedinmusthavegreatlyhastenedhisearlyandunhappydeath。

allthetimehelivedwithusthecaptainmadenochangewhateverinhisdressbuttobuysomestockingsfromahawker。oneofthecocksofhishathavingfallendown，heletithangfromthatdayforth，thoughitwasagreatannoyancewhenitblew。iremembertheappearanceofhiscoat，whichhepatchedhimselfupstairsinhisroom，andwhich，beforetheend，wasnothingbutpatches。heneverwroteorreceivedaletter，andheneverspokewithanybuttheneighbours，andwiththese，forthestpart，onlywhendrunkonruthegreatsea-chestnoneofushadeverseenopen。

hewasonlyoncecrossed，andthatwastowardstheend，whenmypoorfatherwasfargoneinadeclihattookhiff。dr。liveseycamelateoneafternoontoseethepatient，tookabitofdinnerfrommyther，andwentintotheparlourtoskeapipeuntilhishorseshouldedownfromthehamlet，forwehadnostablingattheoldbenbow。ifollowedhimin，andirememberobservingthecontrasttheneat，brightdoctor，withhispowderaswhiteassnowandhisbright，blackeyesandpleasantmanners，madewiththecoltishcountryfolk，andaboveall，withthatfilthy，heavy，blearedscarecrowofapirateofours，sit，fargoneinrum，withhisarmsonthetable。suddenlyhe—thecaptain，thatis—begantopipeuphiseternalsong:

"fifteenmenonthedeadmanschest—

yo-ho-ho，andabottleofrum!

drinkandthedevilhaddonefortherest—

yo-ho-ho，andabottleofrum!"

atfirstihadsupposed"thedeadmanschest"tobethatidenticalbigboxofhisupstairsinthefrontroom，andthethoughthadbeenmingledinmynightmareswiththatoftheone-edseafaringman。butbythistimewehadalllongceasedtopayanyparticularnoticetothesong;itwasnew，thatnight，tonobodybutdr。livesey，andonhimiobserveditdidnotproduceanagreeableeffect，forhelookedupforamentquiteangrilybeforehewentonwithhistalktooldtaylor，thegardener，onanewcurefortherheumatics。inthemeantime，thecaptaingraduallybrightenedupathisownmusic，andatlastflappedhishanduponthetablebeforehiminawayweallknewtomeansilence。thevoicesstoppedatonce，allbutdr。liveseys;hewentonasbeforespeakingclearandkindanddrawingbrisklyathispipebetweeneverywordortwo。thecaptainglaredathimforawhile，flappedhishandagain，glaredstillharder，andatlastbrokeoutwithavillainous，lowoath，"silence，there，betweendecks!"

"wereyouaddressingme，sir?"saysthedoctor;andwhentheruffianhadtoldhim，withanotheroath，thatthiswasso，"ihaveonlyohingtosaytoyou，sir，"repliesthedoctor，"thatifyoukeepondrinkingrum，theworldwillsoonbequitofaverydirtyscoundrel!"

theoldfellowsfurywasawful。hesprangtohisfeet，drewandopenedasailorsclasp-knife，andbalancingitopenonthepalfhishand，threatenedtopinthedoctortothewall。

thedoctorneversomuchasved。hespoketohimasbefore，overhisshoulderandinthesametoneofvoice，ratherhigh，sothatalltheroommighthear，butperfectlycalmandsteady:"ifyoudonotputthatknifethisinstantinyourpocket，ipromise，uponmyhonour，youshallhangatthenextassizes。"

thenfollowedabattleoflooksbetweenthem，butthecaptainsoonknuckledunder，putuphisweapon，andresumedhisseat，grumblinglikeabeatendog。