Poor Old Bill (I)可憐的老比爾（上）

On an antique haunt of sailors， a tavern of the sea， the light of day was fading. For several evenings I had frequented this place， in the hope of hearing something from the sailors， as they sat over strange wines， about a rumour that had reached my ears of a certain fleet of galleons of old Spain still said to be afloat in the South Seas in some uncharted region.

海邊有家酒館，年代久遠(yuǎn)，水手們都愛(ài)光顧。（剩余7224字）