Английский с А. Конан Дойлем. Пиратские истории / A. Conan Doyle. Tales of Pirates

 Yet none of them roared with quite such assurance when Sharkey’s pale face and filmy blue eyes were turned upon him.

He was in his shirt-sleeves, with his cambric frills breaking through his open red satin long-flapped vest. The scorching sun seemed to have no power upon his fleshless frame, for he wore a low fur cap, as though it had been winter. A many-coloured band of silk passed across his body and supported a short murderous sword, while his broad, brass-buckled belt was stuffed with pistols.

“Sink you for a poacher!” he cried (чтоб тебе утонуть, браконьер! – воскликнул он; poacher – браконьер), as Copley Banks passed over the bulwarks (когда Копли Бэнкс перелез через фальшборт). “I will drub you within an inch of your life (я изобью тебя так, что останется лишь дюйм живого места), and that inch also (а /потом пройдусь/ и по нему тоже)! What mean you by fishing in my waters (как смеешь ты ловить рыбу в моих водах)?”

Copley Banks looked at him (Копли Бэнкс взглянул на него), and his eyes were like those of a traveler (и глаза его сделались такими, как у путника) who sees his home at last (который наконец-то видит свой родной дом).

“I am glad that we are of one mind (я рад, что мы понимаем друг друга; to be of one mind – придерживаться одного и того же мнения),” said he, “for I am myself of opinion (поскольку я придерживаясь мнения) that the seas are not large enough for the two of us (что моря недостаточно просторны для нас обоих). But if you will take your sword and pistols (но если ты возьмешь свою шпагу и пистолеты) and come upon a sand-bank with me (и сойдешь со мною на песчаный берег), then the world will be rid of a damned villain whichever way it goes (тогда, кому бы ни досталась победа, одним жалким негодяем в мире станет меньше: «тогда мир избавится от одного проклятого негодяя, каким бы путем это ни пошло»; to be rid of – избавиться от).”

 “Sink you for a poacher!” he cried, as Copley Banks passed over the bulwarks. “I will drub you within an inch of your life, and that inch also! What mean you by fishing in my waters?”

Copley Banks looked at him, and his eyes were like those of a traveller who sees his home at last.

“I am glad that we are of one mind,” said he, “for I am myself of opinion that the seas are not large enough for the two of us. But if you will take your sword and pistols and come upon a sand-bank with me, then the world will be rid of a damned villain whichever way it goes.”