Английский с А. Конан Дойлем. Пиратские истории

 “You’ve made others look death in the face, Sharkey,” said he; “now it has come to be your own turn. You and these swine here shall go together!” He lit the candle-end as he spoke, and blew out the other lights upon the table. Then he passed out with the dumb man, and locked the cabin door upon the outer side. But before he closed it he took an exultant look backwards and received one last curse from those unconquerable eyes.

In the single dim circle of light that ivory-white face (в одиноком тусклом круге света бледное, /цвета/ слоновой кости лицо), with the gleam of moisture upon the high, bald forehead (с блестящим от испарины высоким лысым лбом; gleam – слабый свет; отблеск; moisture – влажность; влага; moist – влажный), was the last that was ever seen of Sharkey (таким Шарки видели в последний раз).

There was a skiff alongside (у борта покачивался ялик), and in it Copley Banks and the dumb steward made their way to the beach (и в нем Копли Бэнкс и немой стюард направились к берегу), and looked back upon the brig riding in the moonlight (поглядывая назад на бриг, стоявший в лунном свете; to ride – ездить верхом; стоять на якоре /мор./) just outside the shadow of the palm trees (на самом краю тени от пальмовых деревьев). They waited and waited, watching that dim light (они ждали долго, всматриваясь в тусклое /пятнышко/ света) which shone through the stern port (которое виднелось сквозь кормовой порт; to shine – светить). And then at last there came the dull thud of a gun (и вот наконец раздался глухой удар выстрела: «пушки»; dull – тупой, глупый; приглушенный), and an instant later the shattering crash of the explosion (а мгновение спустя – грохот взрыва и треск раскалывающегося /дерева/; to shatter – разбить вдребезги; расколоть; crash – грохот, треск).

 In the single dim circle of light that ivory-white face, with the gleam of moisture upon the high, bald forehead, was the last that was ever seen of Sharkey.

There was a skiff alongside, and in it Copley Banks and the dumb steward made their way to the beach, and looked back upon the brig riding in the moonlight just outside the shadow of the palm trees. They waited and waited, watching that dim light which shone through the stern port. And then at last there came the dull thud of a gun, and an instant later the shattering crash of the explosion.