儿童英语读物 The Ghost Ship Mystery CHAPTER 1 All Aboard!

（单词翻译）

Four shivering children stood next to a big black stove. They were all wrapped up in white towels.

“I think my hat blew a-w-w-w-a-y,” six-year-old Benny Alden said through chattering¹ teeth. “I hope it didn’t land in the ocean!”

James Alden, the children’s grandfather, gave Benny a hug. “Not to worry, Benny. Mr. Pease got all our things from the car nice and dry. See?”

Just then, a man with a jolly face stepped into the kitchen of the Black Dog Inn. He was carrying several suitcases and wearing a bright yellow rain slicker. On his head was Benny’s missing sailor cap. “All hands on deck!” the man said with a smile.

Benny grinned and saluted². “That’s my hat on your head,” he told the man.

Everyone laughed. “Mr. Pease, these are my grandchildren,” James Alden said. “The boy who belongs to that sailor cap is the youngest, Benny. And those three shivering children are Violet, Jessie, and Henry. You’ll be able to tell them apart when they’re not all dressed up in towels. Mrs. Pease thought they might like to dry themselves in your warm kitchen. Why, that wind and rain just soaked through us in no time at all.”

“Indeed!” Mr. Pease said. “That’s a gale³ blowing up. Yessir. First one of the season. Ragged⁴ Cove⁵ is about to be hit by a storm. A big one, too. You folks are in for an adventure.”

“Adventures are what we like!” announced Henry, who was fourteen.

“Your grandfather told me you’d say that!” Mr. Pease said. He put the sailor cap on Benny’s head. “And he said nobody’s better in an emergency than his grandchildren. I don’t know if you mind being guests who help instead of guests who get help. With this storm coming up so fast, I could use a few extra hands.”

“I’m a good worker,” Benny said.

“And a good eater,” Mrs. Pease added as she came into the big cheery kitchen. “Benny has already eaten one of the johnnycakes I finished frying up on the griddle. I’ll have to start calling them Bennycakes. How about another one, Benny?”

“Yum,” Benny said.

“First I’ll take you up to your room so you can put on some dry clothes,” Mrs. Pease said. She led the children up the creaky stairs of the old whaling captain’s house that was now an inn. The Aldens were staying there while Mr. Alden did business in the old seaport⁶ town of Ragged Cove, Massachusetts.

“I had to send the staff home early because of the storm,” Mrs. Pease told the children. “I’m so glad you don’t mind pitching in.”

“We can be your junior staff,” twelve-year-old Jessie said. “We like to help out.”

“Mr. Pease and I are glad to have some young people at the Black Dog. Our own grandchildren live a long way off. We don’t see nearly enough of them,” Mrs. Pease said. “Now here’s your room. It’s called the Crow’s Nest. It’s taller than the rest of the inn and looks out over everything, just like the crow’s nest on a ship.”

Mrs. Pease opened a narrow wooden door to reveal a snug⁷ room with tidy bunk⁸ beds and chests built into the walls.

“Oh, look, a little porch right outside our room!” cried ten-year-old Violet. “I can go out there to paint seascapes when the weather gets better.”

“That’s called a widow’s walk, Violet,” Mrs. Pease explained. “Back in the whaling days of Ragged Cove, the wives of sailors could stand there and watch for their husbands’ ships to return.”

“Then why isn’t it called a wife’s walk?” Benny asked.

Jessie Alden, who loved history, answered. “Well, Benny, so many of the husbands died at sea, these lookouts⁹ got to be called widows’ walks.”

“That’s so sad,” Violet said in a quiet voice.

“I bet a lot of ships were lost on days like this,” Henry added.

“Quite a lot,” Mrs. Pease told the children. “My mind is at ease now that Mr. Pease has retired¹⁰ from his fishing boat. I don’t have to come up here to look out for him on these stormy days. He’s a lot safer helping¹¹ me run the Black Dog Inn than piloting the Sea Dog.”

Benny finished drying his hair with his towel, and put on his sailor cap. “We have a dog Watch, but he had to stay home. He’s not a sea dog, though—he’s a plain old house dog. But before we came to live with Grandfather, he was a watchdog in our boxcar in the woods. We fixed¹² up the boxcar all by ourselves after our parents died. We lived there until Grandfather found us.”

Mrs. Pease helped Benny straighten out his cap so it looked like a real sailor’s hat. “Well, you’ll have to meet Blackie, our watchdog. You can’t run an inn called the Black Dog and not have a black dog, right?”

“Right!” the children agreed.

The Aldens changed into dry clothes in the tiny boat-sized bathroom just off their room. It felt good to put on dry shirts and pants.

Mr. Pease knocked on the door of the Crow’s Nest. “I’m needing a first mate and some cabin boys and girls,” he announced. “Even green hands will do!”

Benny raised both hands. “What about these? They’re not green, but they’re clean.”

Mr. Pease laughed. “So they are. ‘Green hands’ are what we sailors like to call newcomers.”

The Aldens lined up to hear what Mr. Pease wanted them to do.

“Now,” Mr. Pease began, “I just heard on the radio that the worst of the gale is going to hit in a few hours. They’ll be needing me down at the docks to secure the boats. If you mates can help my wife pull in all the shutters¹⁴ and deliver emergency supplies to the guests, that would make everything shipshape.”

“Let’s get started,” Henry said.

Mr. Pease showed the children how to pull in the shutters. The Aldens went around to all the windows and did the same. Henry was about to pull down the last latch¹⁵ when Benny said, “Hey, look out that way!” He pointed¹⁶ toward the ocean. “There are lights flashing over there.”

The other children raced to the window and looked out. Sure enough, they could see wavy¹⁷ fingers of light shining on and off in the distance.

“What are those lights, Mr. Pease?” Henry asked. “A lighthouse? It couldn’t be a fire since it’s raining so hard.”

Mr. Pease seemed to know right away what the boys were talking about. “Well, it might be lightning. But some folks around here believe those are the lights from a ghost ship, the Flying Cloud. Sank in 1869, less than a mile from here, out by Howling Cliffs. Yessir, that’s what folks believe.”

For once Benny Alden didn’t have anything to say. His mouth formed a little circle of surprise, but no words came out.

Violet couldn’t take her eyes off the swirling¹⁸ lights. “A gh—ghost ship?” she said in a small voice.

“Now, now, it’s probably just lightning,” Mr. Pease told Violet when he saw how scared she looked. “The only time we see the lights is when there’s a big storm like this. Probably just our mixed-up weather. Who knows?”

Violet clicked down the shutter¹³ latch. She didn’t want to see those strange lights anymore. The room was dim now.

“Your grandfather told me you children always have flashlights handy,” Mr. Pease said. “Well, bring ’em along. Never know when the power might go out in a gale like this.”

Benny liked this thought almost as much as the idea of a ghost ship. He found his nice yellow flashlight and stuck it in his pocket.

There were twelve guest rooms in the Black Dog Inn, so the Aldens were very busy for the next few hours. They delivered emergency flashlights and bottled water to every room and helped Grandfather build a roaring fire in the sitting room downstairs.

Soon the storm was howling against the building.

“It’s nice to be inside on a day like this,” Mr. Alden said. He looked around the cozy¹⁹ sitting room. The Black Dog Inn was snug as could be.

Also snug as could be was Blackie, the Peases’ black Labrador. He thumped²⁰ his tail a few times when the Aldens patted him. Then he went right back to his afternoon nap by the fireplace.

“Blackie spent the last couple of hours with Mr. Pease down at the docks,” Mrs. Pease explained. “Everybody with a boat is bringing it in or anchoring it extra tight. The poor dog is tired from all the excitement.”

“We’re not!” Benny said. “We’re having fun!”

“That’s good,” said Mrs. Pease. “I’m getting all my evening cooking underway now, in case the electricity goes out later. Why don’t you children relax and curl up by the fire like Blackie?”

Now curling up by a fire wasn’t Benny Alden’s idea of excitement. Instead he followed Mrs. Pease into the kitchen.

“May I help make something?” Benny asked. “Mrs. McGregor, our housekeeper²¹, likes us to help her cook.”

“I certainly like a good helper myself,” Mrs. Pease said. She handed Benny a long wooden spoon. “You can stir this cornmeal batter²² until you don’t see any dry spots.”

Benny boosted himself up on a stool and stood over a big bowl of yellow batter. He stirred and stirred. “What is this anyway?” he asked Mrs. Pease.

“Cornmeal batter for Bennycakes!” she answered with a laugh. “At breakfast we have them with sausages and maple²³ syrup²⁴. At tea-time, we eat them with jam or good, sweet butter. The Black Dog Inn is famous for them.”

When the other children came into the kitchen to check on Benny they found him watching Mrs. Pease drop spoonfuls of the yellow batter onto a sizzling griddle on the big black stove.

“Violet and I can flip²⁵ them,” Jessie said. “Henry and Grandfather are outside tying down the lawn and porch furniture.”

Soon, the three Aldens had a golden pile of warm cakes stacked and ready to take out to the sitting room. The guests had just gathered around the tea table when a huge gust²⁶ of wind rattled²⁷ the windows and shutters. The lights dimmed a few times, went back on, then went dark for good.

Everyone gasped²⁸, but the firelight and the Aldens’ flashlights made everyone feel safe. Mrs. Pease brought in some battery-powered lights so their guests could go on reading and playing games.

Mrs. Pease opened a big wooden chest. “Here are some nice thick blankets if anyone feels chilly,” she said. “We’ll be losing heat soon, so anyone who wants to sleep down here should feel free. Henry Alden has volunteered to keep the fires roaring until we get power back.”

“Let’s get our sleeping bags,” Jessie whispered to Violet. “We can snuggle by the fire with Blackie. Then it won’t matter a bit that the heat is off.”

A few minutes later the girls had laid out all the sleeping bags in the sitting room.

Benny was the first one to get inside his. “It’s time for stories,” he announced.

“Here! Here!” several guests who were also in the sitting room agreed.

An older man held up a green book. “How about a story from this collection of sea tales? I just started to read a ghost story called ‘Watery Grave: The Wreck²⁹ of the Flying Cloud.’ It’s about a ship that went down right near Ragged Cove.”

“Oooh,” Violet and Benny said. They pulled their sleeping bags up to their chins.

The man with the book turned to Jessie. “My old eyes aren’t the best in this dim light. Now young lady, I’ve noticed you have a nice clear voice and sharp eyes. How about reading us the tale?”

Benny looked up at Jessie with hopeful eyes. “Would you, Jessie? Please? Read us something scary.”

Jessie opened the faded old book and began to read.