Poor Old Bill (I)可怜的老比尔（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.

海边有家酒馆，年代久远，水手们都爱光顾。（剩余7224字）