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

 “That is as it may be, Captain Sharkey,” the master answered, “but if you will look up you will see that I have those at my back who will not see me mishandled.”

“Cursed if we do!” growled a deep voice from above, and glancing upwards the officers in the cabin were aware of a line of fierce, bearded, sun-blackened faces looking down at them through the open skylight.

“Well, what would you have?” asked Sharkey. “Put it in words, man, and let us have an end of it.”

“The men think,” said Sweetlocks, “that you are the devil himself

(матросы полагают, – сказал Суитлокс, – что ты сам дьявол), and that there will be no luck for them (и что им не будет удачи) whilst they sail the sea in such company (пока они ходят по морю в такой компании; whilst = while – пока, в то время как). Time was when we did our two or three craft a day

(было время, когда мы захватывали по два или по три судна в день), and every man had women and dollars to his liking (и у каждого было столько женщин и денег, сколько было душе угодно; to one’s liking – по вкусу, по душе кому-л.; dollar – песо, пиастр, иена /английское название различных иностранных монет и денежных единиц/), but now for a long week we have not raised a sail (но теперь мы на протяжении долгой недели не поднимали паруса), and save for three beggarly sloops

(и, если не считать трех жалких шлюпов), have taken never a vessel since we passed the Bahama Bank (не захватили ни одного судна с тех пор, как миновали Багамскую банку). Also, they know that you killed Jack Bartholomew, the carpenter (также им известно, что ты убил плотника Джека Бартоломью), by beating his head in with a bucket (раскроив ему голову бадьей; to beat – бить, колотить

), so that each of us goes in fear of his life (так что каждый из нас опасается за свою жизнь; to go in fear of smth. – жить в вечном страхе перед чем-л.).

 “The men think,” said Sweetlocks, “that you are the devil himself, and that there will be no luck for them whilst they sail the sea in such company. Time was when we did our two or three craft a day, and every man had women and dollars to his liking, but now for a long week we have not raised a sail, and save for three beggarly sloops, have taken never a vessel since we passed the Bahama Bank. Also, they know that you killed Jack Bartholomew, the carpenter, by beating his head in with a bucket, so that each of us goes in fear of his life.