" I am" . Arstan Whitebeard leapt from his horse and stood over her, the salt wind riffling through his snowy hair, both hands on his tall hardwood staff.

" 我。" 白胡子阿斯坦跳下坐骑，站到她前面，手握长长的硬木拐杖，咸涩的海风掀动雪白的头发。