Английский язык с Р. Л. Стивенсоном. Остров сокровищ

I was drinking in his words and smiling away (я упивался его словами и улыбался), as conceited as a cock upon a wall (самодовольный, как петух на стене = взлетевший на забор), when, all in a breath, back went his right hand over his shoulder (когда, в один миг, его правая рука взметнулась над плечом; to go back — возвращаться, простираться, тянуться)

. Something sang like an arrow through the air (что-то просвистело в воздухе, словно стрела); I felt a blow and then a sharp pang (я почувствовал удар, а потом внезапную резкую боль), and there I was pinned by the shoulder to the mast (я был пригвожден плечом к мачте). In the horrid pain and surprise of the moment (от ужасной боли и удивления в тот момент) — I scarce can say it was by my own volition

(вряд ли могу сказать, что это было по моему желанию = не знаю, обдуманно ли), and I am sure it was without a conscious aim (уверен, это было без сознательного прицеливания = не целясь) — both my pistols went off, and both escaped out of my hands (оба мои пистолета выстрелили, и оба выпали из моих рук). They did not fall alone (они упали не одни); with a choked cry, the coxswain loosed his grasp upon the shrouds (с приглушенным криком рулевой ослабил хватку = выпустил из рук ванты)

, and plunged head first into the water (и нырнул головой вперед в воду).

mariner [`mærɪnə] conceited [kən`si:tɪd] volition [və`lɪʃn] grasp [grɑ:sp]

“Jim,” says he, “I reckon we’re fouled, you and me, and we’ll have to sign articles. I’d have had you but for that there lurch: but I don’t have no luck, not I; and I reckon I’ll have to strike, which comes hard, you see, for a master mariner to a ship’s younker like you, Jim.”

I was drinking in his words and smiling away, as conceited as a cock upon a wall, when, all in a breath, back went his right hand over his shoulder. Something sang like an arrow through the air; I felt a blow and then a sharp pang, and there I was pinned by the shoulder to the mast. In the horrid pain and surprise of the moment — I scarce can say it was by my own volition, and I am sure it was without a conscious aim — both my pistols went off, and both escaped out of my hands. They did not fall alone; with a choked cry, the coxswain loosed his grasp upon the shrouds, and plunged head first into the water.

Chapter XXVII (глава 27)

“Pieces of Eight” (пиастры; piece of eight — песо / испанская монета в восемь реалов/)