"Who is there to help you, unhappy boy?" said a rough voice, like a guitar out of tune. “谁能来救你呢？不幸的孩子。”一个嘶哑声音说到，这声音像是走调的吉他弦发出来的。

　　"Who is talking?" asked Pinocchio, frozen with terror. “谁在说话？”皮诺乔问到，吓呆了。

　　"It is I, a poor Tunny swallowed by the Shark at the same time as you. And what kind of a fish are you?" “是我！是一条可怜的金枪鱼，跟你一起同时被鲨鱼吞进来的。你是什么鱼？”

　　"I have nothing to do with fishes. I am a Marionette." “我不是鱼类，我是一个木偶。”

　　"If you are not a fish, why did you let this monster swallow you?" “你不是鱼，怎么让这怪物吞了？”

　　"I didn't let him. He chased me and swallowed me without even a 'by your leave'! “并不是我让它这么做的，他追上我就毫不客气地把我吞了！

　　And now what are we to do here in the dark?" 咱们这会儿漆黑一片的该怎么办？”

　　"Wait until the Shark has digested us both, I suppose." “我猜咱们只能等鲨鱼把咱俩给消化掉了。”

　　"But I don't want to be digested," shouted Pinocchio, starting to sob. “我可不想被它给消化掉。”皮诺乔叫起来，又开始抽泣起来。

　　"Neither do I," said the Tunny, "but I am wise enough to think that if one is born a fish, “我也不想，”金枪鱼接下去说，“但我的聪明才智足够让想到既然我生下来是鱼，

　　it is more dignified to die under the water than in the frying pan." 那么死在水里总比死在油锅里更体面些。”

　　"What nonsense!" cried Pinocchio. “蠢话！”皮诺乔叫道。