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

 In the light of their outstretched, lanterns they saw a young woman, in the very prime and fullness of her youth, crouching in a corner, her unkempt hair hanging to the ground, her dark eyes glaring with fear, her lovely form straining away in horror from this inrush of savage blood-stained men. Rough hands seized her, she was jerked to her feet, and dragged with scream on scream to where John Sharkey awaited her.

He held the light long and fondly to her face (он долго, любуясь, держал фонарь у ее лица; light – свет, освещение; лампа, фонарь; fondly – нежно, любовно), then, laughing loudly, he bent forward (затем, громко рассмеявшись, наклонился вперед;

to bend – сгибать/ся/, гнуть/ся/; наклонять/ся/) and left his red hand-print upon her cheek (и оставил отпечаток своей окровавленной левой руки на ее щеке; to leave; red – красный, алый; окровавленный).

“’Tis the rovers’ brand, lass, that he marks his ewes (это клеймо пирата, девочка, которым он метит своих овечек; ’tis /сокр./ = it is; ewe – овца

). Take her to the cabin and use her well (отведите ее в каюту и обращайтесь с нею хорошо; to take – брать; сопровождать, провожать; to use – использовать; обращаться, обходиться). Now, hearties, get her under water, and out to our luck once more (а теперь, парни, пустите это корыто ко дну: «пустите его под воду», и вперед, навстречу новой удаче; hearty – крепкий парень)

.”

Within an hour the good ship Portobello had settled down to her doom (через час прекрасный корабль «Портобелло» ушел под воду /навстречу/ своей гибели; to settle down – погружаться, тонуть; doom – рок, судьба; гибель, кончина), till she lay beside her murdered passengers upon the Caribbean sand (пока не лег = и лег

рядом со своими умерщвленными пассажирами на песок Карибского /моря/), while the pirate barque, her deck littered with plunder (в то время как пиратский барк с добычей, в беспорядке брошенной на палубе), was heading northward in search of another victim (направлялся на север в поисках новой жертвы).

 He held the light long and fondly to her face, then, laughing loudly, he bent forward and left his red hand-print upon her cheek.

“’Tis the rovers’ brand, lass, that he marks his ewes. Take her to the cabin and use her well. Now, hearties, get her under water, and out to our luck once more.”

Within an hour the good ship Portobello had settled down to her doom, till she lay beside her murdered passengers upon the Caribbean sand, while the pirate barque, her deck littered with plunder, was heading northward in search of another victim.